The White One
What was once green was red, what was brown was black. She looked on, the once green field now stained with blood, the once tall and proud trees charred and decaying.
She stood over an unrecognizable body, ripped apart by the force of the battle. Only one thing stood out, the tattoo, the phoenix. She had the same tattoo on her back, the mark of the healers, the White Ones. Now she was the last one, her friend dead.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stood there, trying to figure out what went wrong. They should have seen that force coming, she should have been there. She could have saved her, she could have saved a lot of them. They had won the battle, but too much was lost.
A young boy approached her, wearing the uniform of an infantry grunt. Too young she though to be in the war, but these days they took every recruit they could get.
"Word from Hogwarts Ginny", he said.
"Ginny? Are we on a first name basis soldier?" she asked.
"Sorry mamn, your message"
He handed her a scroll, magically sealed. It's contents were from Dumbledorf himself, demanding her return immediately to train new healer recruits. She didn't need this, she belonged in the field. The thought of sitting in a classroom while her comrades died sickened her, but she could not ignore orders.
"What is that smell, and that sound?" asked the young soldier.
"That is the sound of Dark Ones marching, they are coming to reinforce their fallen comrades. Sound the retreat, we are soon to be greatly outnumbered"
"Yes mamn, but what is the smell?"
Ginny looked torward the horizon, the sun was beginning to set. She turned to the soldier grimly and answered, "death".
Far away, a young wizard watched the scene from his crystal ball. He had seen it many times before, it usually disgusted him to see so many White One's dead. But this time was different. For some reason he didn't see any dead bodies, just the girl. Something about her, something familiar, from before the war. Was that Ginny? His heart dropped, and he found himself secretly hoping she would get away before his troops reached her.
"Leave it alone Draco!!!!!"
The voice made his ears ring and his skin crawl.
"What do you mean Lord Voldemort?", he asked.
"We do not need our top general protecting one of the White Ones, don't be stupid, I can hear your thoughts as well as you can."
"Sorry my Lord, it wont happen again", he answered as the Dark Lord walked away. Yet he couldn't help thinking about her. Hopefully she was heading back to Hogwarts, out of harm's way. It was only a matter of time until he could no longer hide his plans from Voldemort. The White Ones were losing this war, but not for long. He had to be careful, for if Voldemort sensed the betrayal coming, it would fail. He just needed a little more time, and maybe Ginny could help him. But how to contact her, how to get her to listen.
He knew only one thing for sure, he had seen too many die, too much death. If he failed, all hope would be lost.