A/n ok, here's the deal, I haven't updated in a while because i didn't think this ficlet had a chance, so, if you read it, please take some time and review and give me feed back on the good the bad and the ugly. If you don't like it, how should I improve it? If you like it, how should I make it better? Enjoy the new chapter!
Disclaimer: all right, we all know how much I am totally j.k.rowling under a mask right? No? Alright then, we'll all agree that I don't own any thing remotely links to the Harry Potter Series, nope, the kudos for that goes to Ms. Joanne Rowling and the movie kudos goes to Warner brothers company.don't sue me, babysitting doesn't pay enough.
Alright to the chapter then…
Ginny made her way out of the kitchen, through the hall, and out the front door soundlessly, that is until there was the deafening slam of the door. First thing she did outside was sit on the front steps and take off her shoes, for it's a well known fact in the Weasley family that Ginny preferred to have no shoes on at all times. Even at the age of three, when Mrs. Wealey would dress her, Ginny would pull the socks and shoes off as soon as they were put on. Eventually Mrs. Weasley just stopped trying and let her daughter be the one to judge when to and not to where any type of garment on her feet.
Ginny sighed, looking down at here feet, wiggling her toes in the process, " what am I gonna do, I can't exactly keep crying like I have no life now can I? I mean, school starts in another month, there are plenty of great guys in my year…but none as amazing as Seamus". Rubbing her eyes that were filled with tears threatening to fall, she took a long shaky breath and stood up. Walking aimlessly into the grass of the Weasley yards, she all at once knew exactly where she wanted to go. She swiftly walked across the yard straight into the little forest the surrounded the family's property line and soon disappeared into the lush greens of the forests. The floor of the forests was carpeted in soft moss; every few paces there would be little patches of beautiful wild flowers displaying themselves for all to see. She continued along the path taking her time walking until she saw a little clearing through the trees. Ginny started at a faster pace, now jogging to get to her hide away.
Pulling away branches of trees in the way, Ginny smiles to herself. Looking around, the site was just beautiful. There was a little stream coming out of the opposite end of the clearing, glistening as it caught the light. Little fish of the palest yellow swam freely around the middle of the little pond the stream flowed into. Vibrate colors on little flowers absolutely covered the floor of the earth around the pond. Breathing in deeply Ginny said to no one in particular, "Why isn't anything going right? When I come here, the world seems to stop, and lets me get off so I can just be whatever I feel."
Laying down into the bed of blossoms surrounding here, Ginny closed her eyes lightly and inhaled the divine aroma that surrounded her on all sides.
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"Arthur oh Arthur thank goodness you're home!" exclaimed and frantic Molly Weasley as she flung her arms around her husband. "Ginny went off this morning after breakfast and she still hasn't come back yet and now its getting dark, she'll never find her way home! Oh Arthur, those horrible things I said! Where could she be!"
"Shh Molly dear, Gin's 17 years old, I'm sure she's fine," sighed Mr. Weasley, slightly more concerned for his wife than his daughter did at the moment. He knew Ginny was haven't a rough time with everything that was going on in her life right now, and was frustrated on how closed she was becoming again. But, he did have total trust in his youngest, she had a good head on her shoulders, and she could basically look after herself, though he wasn't about so tell his wife that, now crying in dismay.
"Arthur how can you be so laid back! She could be hurt, or in trouble, oh she was so angry, you don't think she might have gone off and done something rash do you? ARTHUR?? Do you??" Exclaimed a troubled Mrs. Wealey, now shouting.
"Mum! Calm yourself, the sixth of us are going to go into the forest and look for her, you know how she likes to be in there," said a half worried half amused Fred, who was standing with the other five Weasley sons, all looking determined to find their little sister.
"Oh boys! Be careful understand? No talking to any strangers or-"Mrs. Wealsey began but was cut off by Mr. Weasley," GO along then boys, dinner will be ready when you return, bring your wands,"
"Yeah, alright dad, see ya mom, don't worry Mum, Ginny is probably just napping on some ungodly rock or something." Various voices of the boys called as they had turned to leave the house.
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"Alright men, you know the drill, split up and find her, when you get her, send sparks up so the rest of us know to move back to the house. She isn't going to be happy about this little search party so she'll be a little…." Charlie trailed off a little from his speech looking at his brothers.
"Bitchy,'
"Moody'
"Bloody dangerous,"
"Vulgar"
Those were just some of the many adjectives the brothers supplied to describe their younger sister's behavior when she realizes she'd been sent a rescue squad. The list went on.
"Enough guys, basic idea, get Ginny, alright everyone, lets go" Said Percy, who was now losing great amounts of patients.
"Yeah lets go," all said, seperating into the depths of the forest.
looks up from under a crate Alright troops….that wasn't too painful to read was it? I'm home sick today so I decided to pick up the story, and maybe work on a chapter. * cough cough * please review, tell me what you think. THANKYOU SO MUCH!