A/N: Hmm. I don't really have a plot planned out for this. I guess I'l just type and hope something comes out of it. Anyway, please R/R.
Disclaimer: Anything that ends up original belongs to me. Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter One: Times Of Sadness
Little little, time to sleep.
Close your eyes, not time to weep.
Surrender softly to your dreams.
Close your eyes and keep the keys.
Wander through the mists of minds.
Remember nothing not of time.
Do not cry now, not a sound.
Though every silver lining's got a cloud.
"What's up?"
Ginny slammed the book shut as she heard the voice. She turned round to see one of the other people who used her dorm room, Janet Kingly was obviously in a good mood. She was never nice to Ginny when she wasn't.
Which could have something to do with the fact that Janet had admitted, in her first year that she had had a crush on Ginny's older brother Percy and Ginny had told him to tell a girl that he liked her.
Truthfully, Ginny hadn't even known that Janet had liked Percy and even if she had known she wouldn't let them get together.
She didn't exactly like Janet that much.
"Hmm, a book. Each to their own I suppose. What is it about?"
"Urrm, Quidditch."
"You don't like Quidditch."
"Yes I do." She said confused.
"Sorry. I thought that you didn't. That could be why I told the whole house it then." She said walking out laughing.
Ginny looked at her book. She had got it out of the library when there was noone else there. After picking up that diary in her first year she was more careful of what she read and after the book had no title on it she had had to summon courage to even open it.
She had never told anyone but she still had nightmares over it. She was never going to tell anyone she had decided at the time. It would make her look like a baby when she didn't want to. She wasn't a child anymore. Just because she was the youngest everyone thought that they should act around her differently. It just wasn't fair.
She thought about the last passage that she had read from the book. The book had had many riddles in it so far and this one was the most confusing. The line that she hadn't understood was 'wander through the mists of minds'. She had assumed that it meant something about sleeping but it didn't seem like it when she read the whole poem again. It seemed like something compleatly different though she couldn't seem to pinpoint what it was. It was like something covered in glass. You could see it, you knew that you were close to it but weren't able to get to it. Her thoughts were distracted by the smell of food coming from the great hall. She picked up the book and walked out.
"Duck." Ginny had ducked before the words were even said but a second year she had spoken to once hadn't been so lucky. There was a food fight going on between Ravenclaw and Slytherin but some food tended to get thrown onto the other house's students.
Sighing, Ginny took her book and started to read.
"What's that?" Harry Potter said, taking it off her.
Ginny felt like there was a ton of bricks suddenly sitting in her brain. Partly due to the fact that he had noticed her and partly due to the embaressment that she was going to suffer when he read the book.
"Hmm, looks like a poem."
"What's it say?" Ron asked, not noticing the glare he got from Ginny.
"Magic words can never tell..."
"Keep reading." Hermionie urged him. Looking up from the book that she was reading.
"Of the way you cast me in a spell..."
Ginny cringed in embaressment and felt like she should leave the table, run upstairs and hide over her bed covers until the book was forgotten.
"Small things say more than I do."
"Dashed me on the rocks of pain, the words of you..."
"Dashed on the rocks of pain?"
"Shut up Ron."
"Never me but and only him..."
"Only who?" Ginny's older brother Fred said, having heard the last line of the poem, or riddle or whichever it was.
"Orange Roses are now a whim." Harry said looking confused. "Orange Roses?"
"Never heard of them." Hermionie said, imediantly looking down at her book to see if they mentioned them but then realised that the book was on care of magical creatures and probably wouldn't contain Roses of any kind never mind Orange ones.
"What are you doing?" George asked Harry. Wondering what his brother had been listening into.
"Writing one of my own. What rhymes with Pearl?"
"Swirl?"
"Curl?"
"Samurl?"
"What is Samurl?"
"I don't know but it rhymes."
"I find a word of my own thanks." Harry said, writing down something and shielding the book from view. When finished he signed his name and closed it.
Then Ginny noticed something strange. For a split second Harry seemed to shiver. His eyes flashed like he had blinked really fast and he moved in his seat like he had been shot by a small piece of electricity.
He looked around him with a look of disbelivment on his face. He opened and closed his mouth like he was trying to work out how to use it and then grabbed Ginny by the shoulders and shook her.
"What is my name. How old am I. Which house am I in. What year is it?!" He demanded.
"Harry Potter. Fifteen. Gryffindor. 2002." (A/N: I know that Harry started Hogwarts in 1991 but try to ignore that.)
"Five years. It's onl been five years. Only five years? Really?"
"Has what only been five years."
"Since 1997."
"Yeah. Why?"
"No reason. No reason. You said I'm in Gryffindor?"
"Are you feeling okay Harry?" Ron asked, concerned about his friends strange behaviour.
"Who are you? Sorry, sorry. Of course I'm okay. Everythings fine. Finally free."
"Free?"
"Urrm. Yes, free from... Carrots. I didn't order any at lunch so I'm free from them."
"Whatever. You're acting really weird."
"Am I? Really. Oh, I didn't notice it. So, what were we all talking about." Harry said, sliding the poem book into his robes.
A/N: Well, by the end of the chapter I have a plot. The next chapter should be up soon. Please review.