A/N: Ha, my fourth story fitting into my newly developed Ginny/Draco fetish
... it doesn't really have much plot but I have some ideas. Bear with me
people I'm doing my best to get these chapters edited and up.
Disclaimer - I do not now, nor have I ever, claimed to own Harry Potter or anything in his universe. I do how ever claim that I own this plot. And Victoria. She's mine so if you feel like stealing her (though I don't see why anyone would) please ask first.
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To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower. To hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. Augries of Innocence.
Prologue-
Looking back on it all now - it seemed so false, we were all so naïve, knowing the power he possessed, but not caring, well I know Harry cared, that's all he ever talked about, all he ever knew.
I think that I lived in a realm of make believe, seeing, breathing and experiencing but it never did seem real. My family made sure of that. I was sheltered beyond belief, it wasn't until that fateful potions class that I finally snapped and decided that everything bad was good and everything good was bad. But I wasn't always like that. I used to be content with petty illusions and dolls, my first year awoke me to evil. My second year I was avoided like the plague as many still believed me to be the heir to Slytherin house, no matter how stupid that seemed to me or anyone else for that matter. My third year wasn't much better. The same thing happened to me over and over again, they (the girls in my dorm) skipped over me at meals, and I sat by myself every other time. I was miserable. It didn't help that the Triwizard Tournament was on. The whole of Gryffindor house was cheering for Harry . my crush . or so everyone thought. I couldn't believe that I actually liked him, he reminded me too much of the one person I trusted with my life - a fatal mistake that I now regret with every ounce of my being.
That summer was one of the hardest for our family. We were heavily involved with the war, what with Ron being "The boy who Lived"s best friend. The worst part of war is that so many innocent people die. My older brothers Percy, Bill and George perished along with their respective families and friends. My fourth year was a little better, I began to fit in.
My brother finally awoke to the fact that I was still ridiculed by more than half the school and decided to put a stop to it, well he thought he could but he couldn't. They wouldn't listen to him.
It was up to me.
And I knew it. So I decided to change. That was the year of my break down. I had just found out that one of my best friends, my only friends had died. Her father was a death eater. I was having strange dreams and I hated life.
I hated everyone.
I turned to the dark side.
And it still doesn't seem real to me.
Even now as I write this letter, my final letter, I can hear the terrified screams of my neighbours; the ultimate destruction of their lives.
I have to get her away from here, this horrible place, and there was only one way to do it, to make sure she can't come back, is by time turner I have to ensure that it is cracked slightly, not much, but enough so that it will no longer contain all of the magical elemental sand that it need to cast and complete such a complex time spell.
I grab my baby, for she is only three years old, barely old enough to remember me or her father and hold her to me. This is the last time I will ever see my daughter again in the living world; my little girl, my sweet angel sits there on the floor as if expecting what's about to happen, she doesn't cry, she just looks at me, holding her teddy and favourite blanket close to her. I watch her strawberry blonde hair glitter in the remaining sunlight, the sunlight that can get into this dark room, she looks back at me. Her stormy grey eyes filling with tears as she starts to get scared.
I study her for a minute, then a distant crash brings me back to my senses. Someone is downstairs fighting to get up the stairs to where we were hiding. I hear a strangled cry from my husband "Gin - Get her outta here! NOW!" then a thump, knowing my husband was dead. I quickly placed the letter explaining who she was to my past self and past Dumbledore. This is the only way.
I breathed deeply, pulled out my wand and the damaged time turner. I put the time turner around her body, she didn't move, and trained my wand on her. I start to chant in a foreign tongue, making sure that I pronounced the words correctly. It was difficult as I was choked up and had tears running down my face. Within seconds a white mist enveloped my daughter and then she was gone, gone to live, gone to die, just gone. Along with my reason for living, the war outside raging on and my little one is safe.
I collapsed in a heap and waited for him to come, I can picture him, grinning in anticipation, of what's about to happen. He sensed that I am weak and chuckled. He opened the door, looked at me and pointed his wand. I took a shuddering breath knowing that it would be my last, and closed my eyes. Hoping that he would have the humanity to make it painless, to use the "Avada Kedavra" spell.
But I know he won't.
A blast of bright violet light erupted from his wand and I know no more.
I was right.
This spell was a mixture of the two deadliest unforgivables. Crucio and Avada Kedavra. It will kill you instantly, but you will feel an enormous amount pain.
My last conscious thoughts that I will ever remember was that my family was safe where ever they may be. And Victoria - my darling little girl will grow up to be safe.
Disclaimer - I do not now, nor have I ever, claimed to own Harry Potter or anything in his universe. I do how ever claim that I own this plot. And Victoria. She's mine so if you feel like stealing her (though I don't see why anyone would) please ask first.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wildflower. To hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour. Augries of Innocence.
Prologue-
Looking back on it all now - it seemed so false, we were all so naïve, knowing the power he possessed, but not caring, well I know Harry cared, that's all he ever talked about, all he ever knew.
I think that I lived in a realm of make believe, seeing, breathing and experiencing but it never did seem real. My family made sure of that. I was sheltered beyond belief, it wasn't until that fateful potions class that I finally snapped and decided that everything bad was good and everything good was bad. But I wasn't always like that. I used to be content with petty illusions and dolls, my first year awoke me to evil. My second year I was avoided like the plague as many still believed me to be the heir to Slytherin house, no matter how stupid that seemed to me or anyone else for that matter. My third year wasn't much better. The same thing happened to me over and over again, they (the girls in my dorm) skipped over me at meals, and I sat by myself every other time. I was miserable. It didn't help that the Triwizard Tournament was on. The whole of Gryffindor house was cheering for Harry . my crush . or so everyone thought. I couldn't believe that I actually liked him, he reminded me too much of the one person I trusted with my life - a fatal mistake that I now regret with every ounce of my being.
That summer was one of the hardest for our family. We were heavily involved with the war, what with Ron being "The boy who Lived"s best friend. The worst part of war is that so many innocent people die. My older brothers Percy, Bill and George perished along with their respective families and friends. My fourth year was a little better, I began to fit in.
My brother finally awoke to the fact that I was still ridiculed by more than half the school and decided to put a stop to it, well he thought he could but he couldn't. They wouldn't listen to him.
It was up to me.
And I knew it. So I decided to change. That was the year of my break down. I had just found out that one of my best friends, my only friends had died. Her father was a death eater. I was having strange dreams and I hated life.
I hated everyone.
I turned to the dark side.
And it still doesn't seem real to me.
Even now as I write this letter, my final letter, I can hear the terrified screams of my neighbours; the ultimate destruction of their lives.
I have to get her away from here, this horrible place, and there was only one way to do it, to make sure she can't come back, is by time turner I have to ensure that it is cracked slightly, not much, but enough so that it will no longer contain all of the magical elemental sand that it need to cast and complete such a complex time spell.
I grab my baby, for she is only three years old, barely old enough to remember me or her father and hold her to me. This is the last time I will ever see my daughter again in the living world; my little girl, my sweet angel sits there on the floor as if expecting what's about to happen, she doesn't cry, she just looks at me, holding her teddy and favourite blanket close to her. I watch her strawberry blonde hair glitter in the remaining sunlight, the sunlight that can get into this dark room, she looks back at me. Her stormy grey eyes filling with tears as she starts to get scared.
I study her for a minute, then a distant crash brings me back to my senses. Someone is downstairs fighting to get up the stairs to where we were hiding. I hear a strangled cry from my husband "Gin - Get her outta here! NOW!" then a thump, knowing my husband was dead. I quickly placed the letter explaining who she was to my past self and past Dumbledore. This is the only way.
I breathed deeply, pulled out my wand and the damaged time turner. I put the time turner around her body, she didn't move, and trained my wand on her. I start to chant in a foreign tongue, making sure that I pronounced the words correctly. It was difficult as I was choked up and had tears running down my face. Within seconds a white mist enveloped my daughter and then she was gone, gone to live, gone to die, just gone. Along with my reason for living, the war outside raging on and my little one is safe.
I collapsed in a heap and waited for him to come, I can picture him, grinning in anticipation, of what's about to happen. He sensed that I am weak and chuckled. He opened the door, looked at me and pointed his wand. I took a shuddering breath knowing that it would be my last, and closed my eyes. Hoping that he would have the humanity to make it painless, to use the "Avada Kedavra" spell.
But I know he won't.
A blast of bright violet light erupted from his wand and I know no more.
I was right.
This spell was a mixture of the two deadliest unforgivables. Crucio and Avada Kedavra. It will kill you instantly, but you will feel an enormous amount pain.
My last conscious thoughts that I will ever remember was that my family was safe where ever they may be. And Victoria - my darling little girl will grow up to be safe.