Author's note- Okay, I've decided that I'm going to quit writing this
story.
GOT YA! Ha, I couldn't stop writing this if I wanted to! Prepare for long
chapter after long chapter after long chapter after- Right, that's enough
of that. JUST READ!
Ginny was surrounded by wisps of white fog in every direction. Where was she? She looked around, twisted her head to look behind her.
She turned around again, and out of the white was a girl. It was the ghost girl, only she wasn't a ghost.
She was alive. The girl walked over to her and smiled.
She was about as tall as Ginny with the same hair as before, only now it was colored dirty blond.
Her delicate facial lines were a shade of peaches and cream and her cheeks were rosy.
Her lacy dress was no longer dirty or torn but looked like it was well cared for and would never fade from its shade of light blue.
"Hello, Ginny," said the girl.
"Who are you?" Ginny asked. She had a strange feeling about this girl; like she couldn't trust her but she was the most trustworthy person on earth.
The girl laughed softly. "You'll find out soon enough."
"what do you mean?" Ginny asked.
"Don't worry. You will know who I am. I am here to say thank you," said the Girl.
"For what?" said Ginny.
"For setting me free." The girl walked back into the mist. "Tell Harry I miss him," she said from far away, Ginny calling after her.
Ginny woke with freezing sweat running down her forehead. She felt as if she had just walked through an icy shower- she felt the symptoms of touching a ghost.
Had the ghost been here? Had she been hovering over Ginny only a few moments ago?
But she forgot about the ghost and suddenly felt a grueling need to talk to Harry.
The girl obviously knew him, and maybe he could speculate why.
She crept out of her dormitory and walked down the common room hall- straight for the boy's rooms.
* * *
"I'll find you," said the brown haired boy standing in the whist mist in front of Harry.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I hate you. I can't stand to look at you, you know. It's horrible for me now," said the boy menacingly.
Harry said nothing. He was beginning to feel deep distrust and dislike towards this boy.
Despite his despising this boy, however, Harry noticed an unusually deep cut in his neck. It looked so deep, in fact, that it had punctured his jugular vain.
"I miss her. I miss her so much," said the boy reflectively, his eyes far off and the hatred leaking from is voice to be replaced with grief.
But it quickly returned when he looked at Harry. He turned on his heel and walked into the mist.
"I get Ginny, too. I'll get her," he said.
Harry woke, sweat shining all over his face. Who had that boy been?
Why did he hate Harry so much?
His thoughts, however, were quickly replaced by ones of Ginny. He was going to hurt her.
He needed to find Ginny- now. She tiptoed out the dormitory door and walked down the hall- straight for the girl's rooms.
BANG! Harry smashed into someone shorter than him.
* * *
BANG! Ginny smashed straight into someone taller than her.
"Harry!" said Ginny, looking up.
"Ginny, are you alright?" asked Harry. His concern began to fade as embarrassment took its place- he had just walked head-on into her.
Had he touched her? He didn't want to think about it.
Ginny began to feel embarrassed. She had just walked straight-on into Harry!
She hoped she hadn't touched anything.
"I'm sorry," she said quite sincerely.
"It was my fault," Harry said.
"Harry, I just had this dream and- there was this girl- I didn't know her name-but she said she knew you and missed you and-" Ginny began to feel quite stupid.
She now realized that she was over reacting.
"I had a dream, too- and there was the guy about my age- I didn't know his name either- Uh- he said- he said he would- GET you," said Harry. He felt very dumb at the moment.
But they both couldn't help but shudder at the similarity between the two dreams. They seemed nearly identical, though Harry's not nearly as delicate.
"I, um- I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," said Harry.
"Right, then. Well- goodnight, Harry," said Ginny.
The two of them walked into the direction to their dormitories, but as they reached the stairs at the exact same time, they glanced at each other quickly and ran.
What an unusual night.
Ginny was surrounded by wisps of white fog in every direction. Where was she? She looked around, twisted her head to look behind her.
She turned around again, and out of the white was a girl. It was the ghost girl, only she wasn't a ghost.
She was alive. The girl walked over to her and smiled.
She was about as tall as Ginny with the same hair as before, only now it was colored dirty blond.
Her delicate facial lines were a shade of peaches and cream and her cheeks were rosy.
Her lacy dress was no longer dirty or torn but looked like it was well cared for and would never fade from its shade of light blue.
"Hello, Ginny," said the girl.
"Who are you?" Ginny asked. She had a strange feeling about this girl; like she couldn't trust her but she was the most trustworthy person on earth.
The girl laughed softly. "You'll find out soon enough."
"what do you mean?" Ginny asked.
"Don't worry. You will know who I am. I am here to say thank you," said the Girl.
"For what?" said Ginny.
"For setting me free." The girl walked back into the mist. "Tell Harry I miss him," she said from far away, Ginny calling after her.
Ginny woke with freezing sweat running down her forehead. She felt as if she had just walked through an icy shower- she felt the symptoms of touching a ghost.
Had the ghost been here? Had she been hovering over Ginny only a few moments ago?
But she forgot about the ghost and suddenly felt a grueling need to talk to Harry.
The girl obviously knew him, and maybe he could speculate why.
She crept out of her dormitory and walked down the common room hall- straight for the boy's rooms.
* * *
"I'll find you," said the brown haired boy standing in the whist mist in front of Harry.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I hate you. I can't stand to look at you, you know. It's horrible for me now," said the boy menacingly.
Harry said nothing. He was beginning to feel deep distrust and dislike towards this boy.
Despite his despising this boy, however, Harry noticed an unusually deep cut in his neck. It looked so deep, in fact, that it had punctured his jugular vain.
"I miss her. I miss her so much," said the boy reflectively, his eyes far off and the hatred leaking from is voice to be replaced with grief.
But it quickly returned when he looked at Harry. He turned on his heel and walked into the mist.
"I get Ginny, too. I'll get her," he said.
Harry woke, sweat shining all over his face. Who had that boy been?
Why did he hate Harry so much?
His thoughts, however, were quickly replaced by ones of Ginny. He was going to hurt her.
He needed to find Ginny- now. She tiptoed out the dormitory door and walked down the hall- straight for the girl's rooms.
BANG! Harry smashed into someone shorter than him.
* * *
BANG! Ginny smashed straight into someone taller than her.
"Harry!" said Ginny, looking up.
"Ginny, are you alright?" asked Harry. His concern began to fade as embarrassment took its place- he had just walked head-on into her.
Had he touched her? He didn't want to think about it.
Ginny began to feel embarrassed. She had just walked straight-on into Harry!
She hoped she hadn't touched anything.
"I'm sorry," she said quite sincerely.
"It was my fault," Harry said.
"Harry, I just had this dream and- there was this girl- I didn't know her name-but she said she knew you and missed you and-" Ginny began to feel quite stupid.
She now realized that she was over reacting.
"I had a dream, too- and there was the guy about my age- I didn't know his name either- Uh- he said- he said he would- GET you," said Harry. He felt very dumb at the moment.
But they both couldn't help but shudder at the similarity between the two dreams. They seemed nearly identical, though Harry's not nearly as delicate.
"I, um- I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," said Harry.
"Right, then. Well- goodnight, Harry," said Ginny.
The two of them walked into the direction to their dormitories, but as they reached the stairs at the exact same time, they glanced at each other quickly and ran.
What an unusual night.