CHOICES are a small series of short stories completely unrelated to each
other. So far there are five stories, including this one, to the CHOICES
series. Please keep in mind at this moment I have no desire to write a
sequel for I am more then happy at how these stories have turned out. Thank
you and I hope to see you in the next CHOICES story.
AN: You know. This was so weird. This fic hit me so quickly I was
surprised. But glad I can finally tell you all who won the contest. Sorry
it took me so long to say this *sighs to herself* I had another fic done
and all I had to do was rewrite it and I would have been able to send it in
but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to do it. So this is the next
chapter of Choices and hopefully I'll be able to finish the other.
DEDICATION: I want to dedicate this to two wonderful people! You both were correct in one point of the challenge and I was very pleased. Though the rest of you guys were very close. And I mean VERY close. However the two who were correct were *drum roll* Nupil with the owner of the prov, or the one most in my mind, Snape! *cheers* and Elizabeth M. Schneider with they were getting married! *cheers again*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't even own the ideal for the box mentioned below, though I do own the box it's wicked looking. No suing
Choices Five By Wyltk
Ginny Weasley lifted the curtains enough to see people beginning to gather on the lawn talking in groups. Some were sitting on the chairs that had been set up for the ceremony about to take place. Still, there was no sign of her husband to be waiting at the altar. Then again they still had around two hours left. And most of the guests still weren't here.
Heck, she was still in a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt which appropriately said "Save me!" Sighing to herself she dropped the curtain back into place and watched it settle. She walked over to her dresser and stared thoughtfully at the small two inch jewelry box that awaited her. The latch, which was in the shape of an owl, stared at her from the polished dark wood.
She hesitantly ran her slim fingers over the surface and finally her fingers found the latch and she opened the box and took out the ring that rested inside it. She spun the ring around her fingers before laying it on her palm. She read the inscription on the inside frowning at the beautiful words. She was to give this to her mother, something about it being tradition for the mum to get all the ex-boyfriends jewelry when the girl was getting married.
The nervous feeling in her stomach suddenly increased to a swarm of angry bee's stinging her insides with metal stingers. Why was she putting herself through this again? Oh right she was getting married. Married to someone who wasn't the lovely man who wrote this inscription, married to someone who didn't know she liked to sit in front of a fire and just stare into the flames. Someone who didn't know her passion for writing. Someone who couldn't possibly understand the freedom she felt when she just ran.
She glanced at the traitorous ring that had inspired these feelings and placed it back into the box closing the lid resolutely. The thoughts still came, even without the bloody ring. The fact when she had first saw the simple gold band she had thought only of the fact that the ring was cold and distant with an hidden warmth known only to her.
She nervously fiddled with her engagement ring her feet beginning to move on their own accord as she tried to pace out her feelings. Again she stopped and just stared at the box and slowly meditatively she took off her engagement ring and put it down next to the box. She opened the same box and took out the ring again slipping it on.
And in that second that the ring slid over her knuckle and rested where it had for two years she knew, without a doubt, she couldn't marry the man waiting downstairs for her. She couldn't marry him, she couldn't love him.
Working quickly before her mother came up to help her get ready she scribbled a note and placed that and the ring on her dresser. She then grabbed the honeymoon bag she had packed along with the money she had been saving for years. She grabbed the broom that had been waiting beside the door thanking her brother for realizing she couldn't go through with it long before she did.
His words came back to her as she silently opened the window and mounted the broom. "Whatever your choice, Gin, even if I think it's the wrong one, I'll be behind you."
She smiled thanking her brother, silently, for understanding. She urged her broom slowly through the window and quickly took off straight towards London. No one realized that the bride had just left, but one simple brother who watched her and smiled sadly at her retreating figure.
AN: Now my regular questions. Hmmm, the first I ask you is who is Ginny getting married to and who is she in love with? *raises her eyebrows* There is evidence that the one she loves is Harry. After all Ron did give her a broom and said "Whatever your choice, Gin, even if I think it's the wrong one, I'll be behind you." But then that also adds points for the guy she loves being Draco or someone else. Tisk, tisk, tisk, I have to try and keep one step ahead of you all.
Then there is the question will Ginny get caught? Will she meet up with the one she loves or will she just leave that part of her life behind? Maybe she'll change her mind and turn back on her own. Maybe it was just cold feet and she'll come to her senses. And then which brother was it that saw her? It could be Ron or even one of the older brothers who sympathized with her. I hope I left you with something to think about. *smirks* and trust me I dislike my questions probably as much, or more, then you do.
Wyltk AKA Ms. Padfoot
@}----- Roses for those who review ',',',',',' Thorns for those who don't
DEDICATION: I want to dedicate this to two wonderful people! You both were correct in one point of the challenge and I was very pleased. Though the rest of you guys were very close. And I mean VERY close. However the two who were correct were *drum roll* Nupil with the owner of the prov, or the one most in my mind, Snape! *cheers* and Elizabeth M. Schneider with they were getting married! *cheers again*
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't even own the ideal for the box mentioned below, though I do own the box it's wicked looking. No suing
Choices Five By Wyltk
Ginny Weasley lifted the curtains enough to see people beginning to gather on the lawn talking in groups. Some were sitting on the chairs that had been set up for the ceremony about to take place. Still, there was no sign of her husband to be waiting at the altar. Then again they still had around two hours left. And most of the guests still weren't here.
Heck, she was still in a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt which appropriately said "Save me!" Sighing to herself she dropped the curtain back into place and watched it settle. She walked over to her dresser and stared thoughtfully at the small two inch jewelry box that awaited her. The latch, which was in the shape of an owl, stared at her from the polished dark wood.
She hesitantly ran her slim fingers over the surface and finally her fingers found the latch and she opened the box and took out the ring that rested inside it. She spun the ring around her fingers before laying it on her palm. She read the inscription on the inside frowning at the beautiful words. She was to give this to her mother, something about it being tradition for the mum to get all the ex-boyfriends jewelry when the girl was getting married.
The nervous feeling in her stomach suddenly increased to a swarm of angry bee's stinging her insides with metal stingers. Why was she putting herself through this again? Oh right she was getting married. Married to someone who wasn't the lovely man who wrote this inscription, married to someone who didn't know she liked to sit in front of a fire and just stare into the flames. Someone who didn't know her passion for writing. Someone who couldn't possibly understand the freedom she felt when she just ran.
She glanced at the traitorous ring that had inspired these feelings and placed it back into the box closing the lid resolutely. The thoughts still came, even without the bloody ring. The fact when she had first saw the simple gold band she had thought only of the fact that the ring was cold and distant with an hidden warmth known only to her.
She nervously fiddled with her engagement ring her feet beginning to move on their own accord as she tried to pace out her feelings. Again she stopped and just stared at the box and slowly meditatively she took off her engagement ring and put it down next to the box. She opened the same box and took out the ring again slipping it on.
And in that second that the ring slid over her knuckle and rested where it had for two years she knew, without a doubt, she couldn't marry the man waiting downstairs for her. She couldn't marry him, she couldn't love him.
Working quickly before her mother came up to help her get ready she scribbled a note and placed that and the ring on her dresser. She then grabbed the honeymoon bag she had packed along with the money she had been saving for years. She grabbed the broom that had been waiting beside the door thanking her brother for realizing she couldn't go through with it long before she did.
His words came back to her as she silently opened the window and mounted the broom. "Whatever your choice, Gin, even if I think it's the wrong one, I'll be behind you."
She smiled thanking her brother, silently, for understanding. She urged her broom slowly through the window and quickly took off straight towards London. No one realized that the bride had just left, but one simple brother who watched her and smiled sadly at her retreating figure.
AN: Now my regular questions. Hmmm, the first I ask you is who is Ginny getting married to and who is she in love with? *raises her eyebrows* There is evidence that the one she loves is Harry. After all Ron did give her a broom and said "Whatever your choice, Gin, even if I think it's the wrong one, I'll be behind you." But then that also adds points for the guy she loves being Draco or someone else. Tisk, tisk, tisk, I have to try and keep one step ahead of you all.
Then there is the question will Ginny get caught? Will she meet up with the one she loves or will she just leave that part of her life behind? Maybe she'll change her mind and turn back on her own. Maybe it was just cold feet and she'll come to her senses. And then which brother was it that saw her? It could be Ron or even one of the older brothers who sympathized with her. I hope I left you with something to think about. *smirks* and trust me I dislike my questions probably as much, or more, then you do.
Wyltk AKA Ms. Padfoot
@}----- Roses for those who review ',',',',',' Thorns for those who don't