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Ginny walked through the snow-covered grounds of Hogwarts one chilly December morning. She was like a fairy of the snow with her pure white cloak covering her from the winter cold. Her lips were red as blood and her hair was strangely darker. Her brown eyes seemed darker. Her body had become shapelier in the past months that Harry couldn't help but notice this sudden change.
Not that he minded though. She was beautiful. And kind. And smart. Perfect. Well, not really. If she was, he was not worthy. As it is, he wasn't worthy now. But how could he resist such a temptation? This is what he was thinking as he saw her walking in the courtyard.
They HAD kissed but he still didn't tell her how he felt. And now he was feeling more than before. And if he didn't satisfy this feeling, he might go insane.
In any case, he almost went insane when he saw Professor Hart almost dying in his office months ago
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"Aaarrrgghhh!!" Professor Hart gritted his teeth as he pulled a piece of his clothing that had melted into his skin. Harry cringed as he felt squeamish at the sight of his teacher pealing his skin. His clothes were badly burned and some of it was already fused into his skin.
"Is it over?" Ginny weakly asked. She and Hermione were covering their eyes and ears, not wanting to hear the professor's pain and suffering. Ron on the other hand looked like he was about to throw up.
"Is it?" Ron asked.
"The painful part, yes," Professor Hart said hoarsely. "But don't open your eyes if you don't want to faint." He slowly stood up and took a vial out of the shelf. He remover the stopper and poured its contents onto his hand. Then he rubbed it all over his body.
"What's that?" Harry asked. But he was astonished to find that all the professor's wounds were healing. Like the time Fawkes cried onto his wounds, healing them instantly.
"Regeneration salve," he explained. The pain in his voice evidently vanished as his wounds healed. "Has the same basic properties of phoenix tears although not as fast. It will take me weeks to completely heal. Hand me my shirt will you? Thanks."
"What happened?" Hermione asked as she opened her eyes. But the professor wasn't listening. He quickly searched his tattered clothes for an object of great value to him.
"Has anyone of you seen my necklace?" he asked worriedly. Ginny saw something shone from the corner of her eye. She picked it up and examined it. It was a silver ring on a silver necklace. It didn't seem likely to be his for it was made for a woman. It was simply beautiful.
"Is this it?" Ginny asked but the necklace suddenly flew from her hand onto the waiting hand of its owner.
"Thank you," he said sullenly. He quietly tied it to his neck and never said a word about it after.
"Professor," Harry called, trying to deviate the person from his mood. "Can we open it now?" Professor Hart looked at him then to the tome. But he smiled ruefully and shook his head.
"Even if the three keys are present, we cannot open the tome yet."
"Why?" Hermione asked. She was getting annoyed. They all risk their lives for nothing?
"First of all, I am in no condition to open it."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"I am the only one who can open it since I am the one who was entrusted with the tome," Professor Hart sighed and walked towards the fire in his office. Seeing him in the light, they noticed that all wounds have already begun to heal. Now, he only looked disheveled and not gruesome.
"I'll accept that," Ginny said. "We still need to find the last key anyway. Got any idea's?" Professor Hart looked at her, confused that she had said that. But then he shook his head and smiled.
"The last key is with the summoner," he said. "Find her and you'd find the key."
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"Now how do we find the summoner?" Harry asked himself as he continued to watch Ginny. So far compared to the last two keys, this was the far more difficult. Not only did they know not where the summoner was, she was also dead. It would be hard to track it down. But he knew they would find it. Looking at his goddess of the snow for the last time, Harry smiled and went inside.
**
Ginny felt like walking for some reason. Even though it was cold, she wanted to walk.
But she felt that something was calling her. Something lonely.
She walked through Hogwarts, sensing great loneliness as she did. The event form the past months puzzled her greatly. She needed answers and was getting tiresome just to wait.
But suddenly, her mind was filled with a deep emotion that overwhelmed her.
"Who are you?" she asked into the air. "WHERE are you?" her pendant suddenly glowed and blinded her.
When her vision cleared she found herself in a cave of ice. It was as if she was transported to this place. Was it because she asked where the person who felt sorrow was? She sighed.
Looking around what she saw shocked her.
In the middle of the cave was a block of ice the size of a human. But Ginny noticed that there was something inside. No, not something. Someone.
Ginny ran towards the ice to see who it was. But when she touched the ice, it suddenly melted. The person suddenly fell out and Ginny caught it before it touched the ground. Then she realized it was a woman.
She was beautiful. Those were Ginny's first thoughts when she saw her. And she as naked as well. Ginny removed her cloak and wrapped it around her delicate frame, trying to warm her up. She felt for her pulse and sighed in relief when she found one.
Ginny was wrong when she thought that she was naked. Actually she was but she was wearing a necklace of silver with a ring in it. The ring was too big for her and must have belonged to someone else.
But her thought deviated from that when she noticed her color. At first she couldn't believe it but the woman's skin and hair were blue.
Her hair flowed like the waterfall for it was loose and up to... she can't believe this. Her hair was up to her ankles. Her skin was soft and perfect, but only blue. Her face was serene as she snuggled in Ginny's arms. As she studied her face she can't help but wonder if she had already met her before. Sighing all other questions, she needed to get out of that cave and get the woman to Madam Pomfrey.... Ginny paused. What was she going to tell her? That she found her in a block of ice? That would lead to questions. Where should she take her? Suddenly, she was enveloped in a bright light and was once again blinded.
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Time has no meaning for me. It didn't have since I lost him. Only then did I feel loneliness and the cold. For years I have been in the cold, seeking warmth. His warmth.
But recently I felt warmth. Not his but it was close enough. It made me feel what it was like to be loved again. And to be needed.
I opened my eyes, just to be greeted by an unfamiliar surrounding. I was looking up to a white ceiling. It was the first sight I had in years. The next took my breath away.
"You're awake. I'm glad," a female voice said. Looking at the source I found a red haired goddess sitting on a chair by my side. She had the same air of concern and warmth I had. Her smile was genuine and contagious. I smiled back at her as I tried to sit up.
"Where am I?" I looked around but only found unfamiliarity.
"You're in the Witch's Den," she replied. "It's an inn in Hogsmead. I have to get you out of that cave."
Cave? Oh. THAT cave. I cannot remember but I had been locked in that cursed cave for centuries. She freed me. And I am eternally grateful. When I looked at her I saw in her eyes... so, she's the one.
Already she had five. I smiled and sat up.
"Thank you," I said.
"It was nothing," she said. Her voice was filled with joy that I envied her. That was the kind of tone I always had.
"But it is, my lady. I am in your service."
"Better rest," she told me as she got up. As she did, I saw a glimpse of a pendant within her robe. I smiled and lay back down. All is well. I have decided to help her as HE did to me.
"By the way. My name's Virginia," she smiled at me. "But my friends call me Ginny." Ginny. Nice name. I wish I could be her friend. Looking at her I already knew she had my trust. For she is the one.
"My name," I paused. I looked at her one last time and decided to tell her.
"My name is Shilana Valina."
"Beautiful," she murmured. I felt my cheeks burned. Only one other person told me that my name is beautiful.
That was my Angelian.
I looked at her and gave her a smile. A smile of trust. A smile only reserved for HIM.
"MY friends call me Shiva."
End of 13
A/n: No, the ring does NOT have elven inscriptions. Thanks for your reviews.
Ginny walked through the snow-covered grounds of Hogwarts one chilly December morning. She was like a fairy of the snow with her pure white cloak covering her from the winter cold. Her lips were red as blood and her hair was strangely darker. Her brown eyes seemed darker. Her body had become shapelier in the past months that Harry couldn't help but notice this sudden change.
Not that he minded though. She was beautiful. And kind. And smart. Perfect. Well, not really. If she was, he was not worthy. As it is, he wasn't worthy now. But how could he resist such a temptation? This is what he was thinking as he saw her walking in the courtyard.
They HAD kissed but he still didn't tell her how he felt. And now he was feeling more than before. And if he didn't satisfy this feeling, he might go insane.
In any case, he almost went insane when he saw Professor Hart almost dying in his office months ago
*** *** ***
"Aaarrrgghhh!!" Professor Hart gritted his teeth as he pulled a piece of his clothing that had melted into his skin. Harry cringed as he felt squeamish at the sight of his teacher pealing his skin. His clothes were badly burned and some of it was already fused into his skin.
"Is it over?" Ginny weakly asked. She and Hermione were covering their eyes and ears, not wanting to hear the professor's pain and suffering. Ron on the other hand looked like he was about to throw up.
"Is it?" Ron asked.
"The painful part, yes," Professor Hart said hoarsely. "But don't open your eyes if you don't want to faint." He slowly stood up and took a vial out of the shelf. He remover the stopper and poured its contents onto his hand. Then he rubbed it all over his body.
"What's that?" Harry asked. But he was astonished to find that all the professor's wounds were healing. Like the time Fawkes cried onto his wounds, healing them instantly.
"Regeneration salve," he explained. The pain in his voice evidently vanished as his wounds healed. "Has the same basic properties of phoenix tears although not as fast. It will take me weeks to completely heal. Hand me my shirt will you? Thanks."
"What happened?" Hermione asked as she opened her eyes. But the professor wasn't listening. He quickly searched his tattered clothes for an object of great value to him.
"Has anyone of you seen my necklace?" he asked worriedly. Ginny saw something shone from the corner of her eye. She picked it up and examined it. It was a silver ring on a silver necklace. It didn't seem likely to be his for it was made for a woman. It was simply beautiful.
"Is this it?" Ginny asked but the necklace suddenly flew from her hand onto the waiting hand of its owner.
"Thank you," he said sullenly. He quietly tied it to his neck and never said a word about it after.
"Professor," Harry called, trying to deviate the person from his mood. "Can we open it now?" Professor Hart looked at him then to the tome. But he smiled ruefully and shook his head.
"Even if the three keys are present, we cannot open the tome yet."
"Why?" Hermione asked. She was getting annoyed. They all risk their lives for nothing?
"First of all, I am in no condition to open it."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"I am the only one who can open it since I am the one who was entrusted with the tome," Professor Hart sighed and walked towards the fire in his office. Seeing him in the light, they noticed that all wounds have already begun to heal. Now, he only looked disheveled and not gruesome.
"I'll accept that," Ginny said. "We still need to find the last key anyway. Got any idea's?" Professor Hart looked at her, confused that she had said that. But then he shook his head and smiled.
"The last key is with the summoner," he said. "Find her and you'd find the key."
*** *** ***
"Now how do we find the summoner?" Harry asked himself as he continued to watch Ginny. So far compared to the last two keys, this was the far more difficult. Not only did they know not where the summoner was, she was also dead. It would be hard to track it down. But he knew they would find it. Looking at his goddess of the snow for the last time, Harry smiled and went inside.
**
Ginny felt like walking for some reason. Even though it was cold, she wanted to walk.
But she felt that something was calling her. Something lonely.
She walked through Hogwarts, sensing great loneliness as she did. The event form the past months puzzled her greatly. She needed answers and was getting tiresome just to wait.
But suddenly, her mind was filled with a deep emotion that overwhelmed her.
"Who are you?" she asked into the air. "WHERE are you?" her pendant suddenly glowed and blinded her.
When her vision cleared she found herself in a cave of ice. It was as if she was transported to this place. Was it because she asked where the person who felt sorrow was? She sighed.
Looking around what she saw shocked her.
In the middle of the cave was a block of ice the size of a human. But Ginny noticed that there was something inside. No, not something. Someone.
Ginny ran towards the ice to see who it was. But when she touched the ice, it suddenly melted. The person suddenly fell out and Ginny caught it before it touched the ground. Then she realized it was a woman.
She was beautiful. Those were Ginny's first thoughts when she saw her. And she as naked as well. Ginny removed her cloak and wrapped it around her delicate frame, trying to warm her up. She felt for her pulse and sighed in relief when she found one.
Ginny was wrong when she thought that she was naked. Actually she was but she was wearing a necklace of silver with a ring in it. The ring was too big for her and must have belonged to someone else.
But her thought deviated from that when she noticed her color. At first she couldn't believe it but the woman's skin and hair were blue.
Her hair flowed like the waterfall for it was loose and up to... she can't believe this. Her hair was up to her ankles. Her skin was soft and perfect, but only blue. Her face was serene as she snuggled in Ginny's arms. As she studied her face she can't help but wonder if she had already met her before. Sighing all other questions, she needed to get out of that cave and get the woman to Madam Pomfrey.... Ginny paused. What was she going to tell her? That she found her in a block of ice? That would lead to questions. Where should she take her? Suddenly, she was enveloped in a bright light and was once again blinded.
*** *** ***
Time has no meaning for me. It didn't have since I lost him. Only then did I feel loneliness and the cold. For years I have been in the cold, seeking warmth. His warmth.
But recently I felt warmth. Not his but it was close enough. It made me feel what it was like to be loved again. And to be needed.
I opened my eyes, just to be greeted by an unfamiliar surrounding. I was looking up to a white ceiling. It was the first sight I had in years. The next took my breath away.
"You're awake. I'm glad," a female voice said. Looking at the source I found a red haired goddess sitting on a chair by my side. She had the same air of concern and warmth I had. Her smile was genuine and contagious. I smiled back at her as I tried to sit up.
"Where am I?" I looked around but only found unfamiliarity.
"You're in the Witch's Den," she replied. "It's an inn in Hogsmead. I have to get you out of that cave."
Cave? Oh. THAT cave. I cannot remember but I had been locked in that cursed cave for centuries. She freed me. And I am eternally grateful. When I looked at her I saw in her eyes... so, she's the one.
Already she had five. I smiled and sat up.
"Thank you," I said.
"It was nothing," she said. Her voice was filled with joy that I envied her. That was the kind of tone I always had.
"But it is, my lady. I am in your service."
"Better rest," she told me as she got up. As she did, I saw a glimpse of a pendant within her robe. I smiled and lay back down. All is well. I have decided to help her as HE did to me.
"By the way. My name's Virginia," she smiled at me. "But my friends call me Ginny." Ginny. Nice name. I wish I could be her friend. Looking at her I already knew she had my trust. For she is the one.
"My name," I paused. I looked at her one last time and decided to tell her.
"My name is Shilana Valina."
"Beautiful," she murmured. I felt my cheeks burned. Only one other person told me that my name is beautiful.
That was my Angelian.
I looked at her and gave her a smile. A smile of trust. A smile only reserved for HIM.
"MY friends call me Shiva."
End of 13
A/n: No, the ring does NOT have elven inscriptions. Thanks for your reviews.