"Drunken Nights"
A/N: Hi, all. Phee here. This is my first fic, so be nice. This takes place during Ginny's sixth year in Hogwarts, when she's expected old enough to care for herself.
Chapter: Prologue
Point of View: First-Person, Ginny
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19 September
I am walking through the corridors, feeling very dazed. It is nighttime and I am returning from somewhere, but where? I can not even think straight, mind retracing my night. But wait…yes, that is part of it. I remember drinking something before following a man, perhaps the one who gave me the drink, to a bedroom, a bedroom in Hogwarts. The drink wasn't a potion, but it still tasted quite foul. It was in a small glass and after I drank it, I just felt so good.
Good, yet broken. I feel like a door that was broken into, not unlocked very carefully. Unwillingly broken into. Is this the aftermath of what had happened?
I check my wrist to see the time, but in place of the watch is a bleeding gash that travels up my arm and ends at my breast. I wonder why I don't feel pain coming from it. Did this come from the man whom I followed into the bedroom or was this a mere accident?
I come across an orange fur ball that goes by the name of Mrs. Norris and start to briskly stride. About a minute later, I hear faint and quick footsteps coming from behind me. I break into a run, and before I know it, I am at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Butterbeer," I pant, becoming more sober by the second. The portrait swings open and I walk into the Gryffindor common room. No one is in here, but the fire in the fireplace is still dimly burning. I walk noiselessly from the common room, up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitories, and towards the door that reads 'Sixth Year Girls.'
I walk into the room and collapse on the only bed that was empty, ironically belonging to me. Having an awful migraine, I try to remember what had happened this night, but I just couldn't. I suddenly feel terrible, like I'm going through a withdrawal, and pray that I can sleep this away. I close my eyes, turn on my side, and half hope that I wouldn't awaken in the morning.
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A/N: How was that? If you thought it completely sucked, and that it totally wasn't worth reading, remember that that was just the prologue. If you thought it was great, bless you, child. Any which way you went, please review. I should have the next chapter up in a few days. à Phee