All's Fair In Love & War
I don't own "Thirty Minutes" by T.A.T.U.
Chapter Four: Thirty Minutes to alter our lives
Draco was blindly reaching for something that was not there. His footsteps took him, shaking him into darkness. He had no idea where he was, had no recalling of why he was here. It was a glowing room of some sort, the surfaces of it hard and leaking.
"Ginny!" a voice was calling. A woman's voice. Draco looked around, and saw a plump, redheaded woman, who was Mrs. Weasley. Her wrinkles were gone, she was a bit thinner, her legs more paler and freckled, with straight hair instead of curls. Draco gaped at her in awe. If he didn't know better...he'd say it was a thirty-year old Ginny Weasley herself. But then, footsteps were behind him.
It was a eight-year-old Ron Weasley. Draco raised as eyebrow. His hair was moppy and red, sprawled over his face, and he called past Draco as if he could not see him.
"Mom!" Ron cried. "It's Ginny!"
"What do you mean?" her mother asked, her voice shaking frantically.
"She's gone down the forest again!"
"Not again!" she cried, and pulling Ron aside, she began walking toward the outside of the Burrow.
Draco followed her, running behind her. Ginny, in the forest? He looked forward and saw there was a forest outside of the Burrow, where the fat hens were wandering around aimlessley.
He rushed, his breath in gasping tones as he stopped. Ginny was laying uncounscious on the ground, her head rolling off sideways.
He looked around, but he had lost Mrs. Weasley, so he leaned over her, her angelic apple-shaped face, scratches over her arms from tree twigs, her pale legs bleeding.
"Ginny," he breathed, tucking her into his arms, rocking her slightly. He reached into his pocket and was amazed to see his wand inside. He took it out, and with one spell, the scratches mended itself, and she fluttered her eyelashes open...
The word seemed to have windswept itself. Draco was floating away, away from Ginny...he reached out his hand to her small figure, but she was vanishing before his eyes...
He woke up beside someone in a dark, damp sort of place.
He looked over, and saw Charles.
"What the hell -" Draco sputtered, looking at him.
"Ahem," someone cleared their throat.
They both looked up, and saw Dumbledore.
~*~
Oh, damn that killed me to write this. I really have writer's block on this...I know what to do with it, but I don't want to write it. I seriously was going to give up on this.
I don't own "Thirty Minutes" by T.A.T.U.
Chapter Four: Thirty Minutes to alter our lives
Draco was blindly reaching for something that was not there. His footsteps took him, shaking him into darkness. He had no idea where he was, had no recalling of why he was here. It was a glowing room of some sort, the surfaces of it hard and leaking.
"Ginny!" a voice was calling. A woman's voice. Draco looked around, and saw a plump, redheaded woman, who was Mrs. Weasley. Her wrinkles were gone, she was a bit thinner, her legs more paler and freckled, with straight hair instead of curls. Draco gaped at her in awe. If he didn't know better...he'd say it was a thirty-year old Ginny Weasley herself. But then, footsteps were behind him.
It was a eight-year-old Ron Weasley. Draco raised as eyebrow. His hair was moppy and red, sprawled over his face, and he called past Draco as if he could not see him.
"Mom!" Ron cried. "It's Ginny!"
"What do you mean?" her mother asked, her voice shaking frantically.
"She's gone down the forest again!"
"Not again!" she cried, and pulling Ron aside, she began walking toward the outside of the Burrow.
Draco followed her, running behind her. Ginny, in the forest? He looked forward and saw there was a forest outside of the Burrow, where the fat hens were wandering around aimlessley.
He rushed, his breath in gasping tones as he stopped. Ginny was laying uncounscious on the ground, her head rolling off sideways.
He looked around, but he had lost Mrs. Weasley, so he leaned over her, her angelic apple-shaped face, scratches over her arms from tree twigs, her pale legs bleeding.
"Ginny," he breathed, tucking her into his arms, rocking her slightly. He reached into his pocket and was amazed to see his wand inside. He took it out, and with one spell, the scratches mended itself, and she fluttered her eyelashes open...
The word seemed to have windswept itself. Draco was floating away, away from Ginny...he reached out his hand to her small figure, but she was vanishing before his eyes...
He woke up beside someone in a dark, damp sort of place.
He looked over, and saw Charles.
"What the hell -" Draco sputtered, looking at him.
"Ahem," someone cleared their throat.
They both looked up, and saw Dumbledore.
~*~
Oh, damn that killed me to write this. I really have writer's block on this...I know what to do with it, but I don't want to write it. I seriously was going to give up on this.