Another Chance to Live
A Angel Beech/ 'Owl' project
Chapter 1
Note to disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter
I was tired and scared, and fed up. There had been yet ANOTHER inspection, ANOTHER false alarm. Someone had thought Voldemort was trying to break in again.... again. A stupid tree. The stupid tree didn't even look like a human being.
It was dark times, I couldn't forget that. My red hair bounced up and down in it's messy wind-blown curls, falling down her back. My bed seemed like the best place to be right now... so was so tired. When would I be able to sleep without being scared that someone would kill me? Why on Earth would someone want to kill someone? Why do I have to live threw these dark times, when everyone was afraid Voldmort was lurking?
I looked around for comfort, which I found yet was broken. Harry.... he was there! Talking to Cho Chang. Just because she was pretty. I, Ginny Weasly, am not pretty. Not even comparable. Not even well-busted. Plenty of not-pretty girls have boyfriends just because they have a big bust line. Huh. I was hopeless, completely. Hopeless. What qualities did I have that a guy would want?
"Wow, that was freaky.... oh, I was almost crying! Weren't you scared Ginny?" Lavender asked me sounding very miserable.
"Not really," I replied, only half truth.
"Wow, you're brave! IwassofreakedandthenPadmastartedscreamingandthenParvatitriedto comfortherandshegotallupsetandCollinranaroundHarrytellingHarrytodosomethinga nd Harry got real pissed and so did Ron and then and then...." she said this in one HUGE breath with no space in between the words.
I was hardly paying attention. Why would I listen to her ramblings about Harry when I didn't want to hear it? I already knew what had happened, and that Cho had gotten 'scared' and placed herself comfortably between his arms. Harry blushed and didn't seem to mind in the least. Ever since Cedric got booted, Harry has seemed to be her next victim... oops, I mean, object of affection.
Even though I didn't want to, I couldn't help but look at them. Talking. Joking. Laughing. Being.... I can't even say it. It wasn't fair! She was Cho, I was Ginny! I was poor, ugly, laughed upon, unfitting, denied, and unhappy. Couldn't Harry atleast like me? But no, that would mean something happy happening in my life! I mean, we couldn't have that, could we? Being nearly killed, locked up in a chamber, and trapped by an evil diary just isn't enough for me, is it? I must suffer to the end.
I ungratefully trudged up to the common room. Everyone was following Hermione, who had become prefect, of course. Ron and Harry were always teasing her about it, naturally, but I knew Ron had a reason for teasing her. Duh, he liked her. Wasn't it written all over his forehead? Or could I only see it, like how mad he got when she had danced with Victor Krum. It was obvious.
"Hi Ginny," Hermione smiled at me, as if she had just suddenly realised I was there. Actually, she probably had just realized. Those Creevy brothers, she had to watch out for them. Very hard. Very, very hard. The Creevy brothers... uh! Collin is said to have a crush on me, yet another misery. I'd love one day to reach out and break his stupid camera! I'd really love it!
"Hi," I tried to smile back. Phony.
"Another 'attack', oh, I hate them, I mean, I want sleep and Prefect duties aren't exactly easy, especially when Voldemort is envolved," she complained.
"Yeah," I nodded.
There was silence, for a long, bad time. Finally, Hermione breathed in a big, long breath and let it out.
"You know what we need, Ginny? We need a break. We need a pause. Everyone does. What if... what if we could just press fast-forward on the remote control, see how we're doing in a Voldemort-less futur. See what we look like, who we're married to," (I make a face.) "Our kids, our job, our life..." she went off in a part-dream.
"What's a remote control?" I asked.
"Oh, it's this thing, kinda like a wand, and you point it at a box with moving pictures, you know, the television. And if you have a video in you press 'fast-forward' and you can run it to the part of the video you want," she explained.
"And what if I don't have a futur?" I thought aloud.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her turn to not understand.
"What if... if... my futur is underground, with a grave on top, or not even a grave," I said sadly.
Hermione gasped.
"Ginny! Oh, Ginny, don't say that. You're gonna live... you have to! I know you will, we will... we will! I promise."
You can't promise on stuff like that. If I promised myself I would marry Harry and become Mrs. Ginny Potter, then, I would have broken a promise to myself, which is pretty bad. I mean, if you can't keep a promise to yourself, who can you keep a promise to?
"I'd like to have a fast-forward button," I grinned fakely, trying to keep my mind off my previous thoughts.
"Yeah, that would be nice. Or just a sign from the future, that would be really cool. Like someone coming up to you and saying, 'Hermione, you are going to marry me' or something," she said dreamily.
"Ron will do that soon enough," I snickered under my breath.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," I replied, and went back to our conversation. "A sign, huh. What is a sign? A human? An animal? A tombstone?"
"Preferably a human, I guess," Hermione nodded.
We made our way up to the Common Room, and I caught a glimpse of Harry and Cho 'saying' good-bye. It made me sick. But I continued climbing the stairs, trying not to fall off in queasiness. Urgh.
It was cold, and I sat down by the fire. No one had gone back to bed. Not even Hermione tried to shout commands. Good for Hermione, Percy would have. But Percy is so obsessed with his superficial image of being perfect that God knows what he'll do. Yeah, he's my brother, yeah, I guess I love him. I guess. But I can't stand him!
"Do you hear crying?" Lavendar said all the sudden.
Everyone stopped. Fred and George looked at her, not paying attention to their stupid jokes anymore. Harry and Ron stopped arguing over what to put as their essay for devination. Parvati looked worried. But Hermione was the first to talk.
"No, you must have... just heard it," she ended lamely. Nice one, Her-mi- o-ninny.
But still, she couldn't stop me from going to the girl's dormetory to check it out, Lavendar and Parvati trailing behind me. Hermione gave into her temptations, too and followed.
There, on my bed, was a little girl. Red hair, bright green eyes. She looked.... like me! Me! Except she had Harry's eyes. My hair, my face, my skin, my freckles, but Harry's eyes.
"Uhh... maybe we should hide her somewhere," Parvati, totally in shock, suggested.
"Anything in your Prefect guide about strange little girls who look like Hogwarts students on people's beds?" Lavendar asked, in the same state.
Yes, I was freaked out, totally freaked. But believe me, after being the youngest and only girl in a large family, you know how little girls do not want to be treated.
"Hi," I said, as calm as I could. I reached out to stroak her hair. She liked that. "My name is Ginny Weasly."
"No," she held on to my legs and looked up at me high with those big green eyes, shining and dancing around.
"No," she repeated. "Your name is Mommy."
OK, yeahI know! CRAPPY BEGINING!!! Do you want it continued? Please tell, please review! I was thinking of naming the girl 'Winnie' 'Celeste' or 'Destiny', but any suggestions? I'd be happy to hear them, and any contructive contructive critism.
A Angel Beech/ 'Owl' project
Chapter 1
Note to disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter
I was tired and scared, and fed up. There had been yet ANOTHER inspection, ANOTHER false alarm. Someone had thought Voldemort was trying to break in again.... again. A stupid tree. The stupid tree didn't even look like a human being.
It was dark times, I couldn't forget that. My red hair bounced up and down in it's messy wind-blown curls, falling down her back. My bed seemed like the best place to be right now... so was so tired. When would I be able to sleep without being scared that someone would kill me? Why on Earth would someone want to kill someone? Why do I have to live threw these dark times, when everyone was afraid Voldmort was lurking?
I looked around for comfort, which I found yet was broken. Harry.... he was there! Talking to Cho Chang. Just because she was pretty. I, Ginny Weasly, am not pretty. Not even comparable. Not even well-busted. Plenty of not-pretty girls have boyfriends just because they have a big bust line. Huh. I was hopeless, completely. Hopeless. What qualities did I have that a guy would want?
"Wow, that was freaky.... oh, I was almost crying! Weren't you scared Ginny?" Lavender asked me sounding very miserable.
"Not really," I replied, only half truth.
"Wow, you're brave! IwassofreakedandthenPadmastartedscreamingandthenParvatitriedto comfortherandshegotallupsetandCollinranaroundHarrytellingHarrytodosomethinga nd Harry got real pissed and so did Ron and then and then...." she said this in one HUGE breath with no space in between the words.
I was hardly paying attention. Why would I listen to her ramblings about Harry when I didn't want to hear it? I already knew what had happened, and that Cho had gotten 'scared' and placed herself comfortably between his arms. Harry blushed and didn't seem to mind in the least. Ever since Cedric got booted, Harry has seemed to be her next victim... oops, I mean, object of affection.
Even though I didn't want to, I couldn't help but look at them. Talking. Joking. Laughing. Being.... I can't even say it. It wasn't fair! She was Cho, I was Ginny! I was poor, ugly, laughed upon, unfitting, denied, and unhappy. Couldn't Harry atleast like me? But no, that would mean something happy happening in my life! I mean, we couldn't have that, could we? Being nearly killed, locked up in a chamber, and trapped by an evil diary just isn't enough for me, is it? I must suffer to the end.
I ungratefully trudged up to the common room. Everyone was following Hermione, who had become prefect, of course. Ron and Harry were always teasing her about it, naturally, but I knew Ron had a reason for teasing her. Duh, he liked her. Wasn't it written all over his forehead? Or could I only see it, like how mad he got when she had danced with Victor Krum. It was obvious.
"Hi Ginny," Hermione smiled at me, as if she had just suddenly realised I was there. Actually, she probably had just realized. Those Creevy brothers, she had to watch out for them. Very hard. Very, very hard. The Creevy brothers... uh! Collin is said to have a crush on me, yet another misery. I'd love one day to reach out and break his stupid camera! I'd really love it!
"Hi," I tried to smile back. Phony.
"Another 'attack', oh, I hate them, I mean, I want sleep and Prefect duties aren't exactly easy, especially when Voldemort is envolved," she complained.
"Yeah," I nodded.
There was silence, for a long, bad time. Finally, Hermione breathed in a big, long breath and let it out.
"You know what we need, Ginny? We need a break. We need a pause. Everyone does. What if... what if we could just press fast-forward on the remote control, see how we're doing in a Voldemort-less futur. See what we look like, who we're married to," (I make a face.) "Our kids, our job, our life..." she went off in a part-dream.
"What's a remote control?" I asked.
"Oh, it's this thing, kinda like a wand, and you point it at a box with moving pictures, you know, the television. And if you have a video in you press 'fast-forward' and you can run it to the part of the video you want," she explained.
"And what if I don't have a futur?" I thought aloud.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her turn to not understand.
"What if... if... my futur is underground, with a grave on top, or not even a grave," I said sadly.
Hermione gasped.
"Ginny! Oh, Ginny, don't say that. You're gonna live... you have to! I know you will, we will... we will! I promise."
You can't promise on stuff like that. If I promised myself I would marry Harry and become Mrs. Ginny Potter, then, I would have broken a promise to myself, which is pretty bad. I mean, if you can't keep a promise to yourself, who can you keep a promise to?
"I'd like to have a fast-forward button," I grinned fakely, trying to keep my mind off my previous thoughts.
"Yeah, that would be nice. Or just a sign from the future, that would be really cool. Like someone coming up to you and saying, 'Hermione, you are going to marry me' or something," she said dreamily.
"Ron will do that soon enough," I snickered under my breath.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," I replied, and went back to our conversation. "A sign, huh. What is a sign? A human? An animal? A tombstone?"
"Preferably a human, I guess," Hermione nodded.
We made our way up to the Common Room, and I caught a glimpse of Harry and Cho 'saying' good-bye. It made me sick. But I continued climbing the stairs, trying not to fall off in queasiness. Urgh.
It was cold, and I sat down by the fire. No one had gone back to bed. Not even Hermione tried to shout commands. Good for Hermione, Percy would have. But Percy is so obsessed with his superficial image of being perfect that God knows what he'll do. Yeah, he's my brother, yeah, I guess I love him. I guess. But I can't stand him!
"Do you hear crying?" Lavendar said all the sudden.
Everyone stopped. Fred and George looked at her, not paying attention to their stupid jokes anymore. Harry and Ron stopped arguing over what to put as their essay for devination. Parvati looked worried. But Hermione was the first to talk.
"No, you must have... just heard it," she ended lamely. Nice one, Her-mi- o-ninny.
But still, she couldn't stop me from going to the girl's dormetory to check it out, Lavendar and Parvati trailing behind me. Hermione gave into her temptations, too and followed.
There, on my bed, was a little girl. Red hair, bright green eyes. She looked.... like me! Me! Except she had Harry's eyes. My hair, my face, my skin, my freckles, but Harry's eyes.
"Uhh... maybe we should hide her somewhere," Parvati, totally in shock, suggested.
"Anything in your Prefect guide about strange little girls who look like Hogwarts students on people's beds?" Lavendar asked, in the same state.
Yes, I was freaked out, totally freaked. But believe me, after being the youngest and only girl in a large family, you know how little girls do not want to be treated.
"Hi," I said, as calm as I could. I reached out to stroak her hair. She liked that. "My name is Ginny Weasly."
"No," she held on to my legs and looked up at me high with those big green eyes, shining and dancing around.
"No," she repeated. "Your name is Mommy."
OK, yeahI know! CRAPPY BEGINING!!! Do you want it continued? Please tell, please review! I was thinking of naming the girl 'Winnie' 'Celeste' or 'Destiny', but any suggestions? I'd be happy to hear them, and any contructive contructive critism.