Chapter 1
Bodies lay inside a damp room, heaped one on top of the other. Olive green light cascaded down from some steps at the top of the picture with the same eerie light being scattered all over the wet floor Although there weren't any people around, the faces of the dead began to melt into sunken skulls. There was a loud, high-pitched laugh as Tom Riddle materialised in front of the bodies. His arms were full of feathers and fangs. His face, still handsome, was unreadable, but he whispered "What do you make of this, strawberry?" Ginny shook her head, making the images blur together, the pain of seeing his face again was unbearable. He gaze started towards the pile of bodies. The top one was Harry's, eyes wide and staring, and innocence still creeping in his face......
Ginny woke in a cold sweat, not wanting to open her eyes. Moonlight was streaming into her messy bedroom, casting large shadows over the room. The faces on her large poster of "the weird sisters" looked like it was covered in snow. The window was open wide, her drapes were dancing in the cold air. So that was what it was, Ginny breathed, relived. It wasn't true. Only another nightmare.
Ginny lay back on her feather pillow, rubbing her temples. The vision of her nightmare still burnt strongly in the backs of her eyes. She scratched at them to try and release the images, leaving her eyes red and swollen. Harry's Ill face still stared at her, sending white-hot chills prickling down her arms. "I will never let it happen to you, darling," Ginny whispered to herself. "Never."
The pictures faded, leaving Ginny with other thoughts on her mind. Harry. Oh, how she loved him and he her. In a matter of hours she and her brothers would go and collect him from that maniac muggle's house so he could spend the rest of the summer at the burrow. To everybody but Ginny, Harry was coming for his annual shindig with the Weasley's. To her and Harry this was a potential minefield.
The pair had been seeing each other for most of last year, secretly and now they had decided to quit the charade. They had decided through letters that when he came to stay was the time to tell Molly, Arthur and the others about them. And if they didn't like what they saw, then may God have mercy on Harry and Ginny.
Author: Hey! I know, complete re-draft. I added the nightmare, for anybody who didn't read my first attempt, because otherwise this would just turn into yet another lovesick and seriously annoying fic that just floats around, nobody reading it. Please review. I've had a huge break from fan fiction, so I might be a tad rusty! Please tell me if I'm still up to scratch!
Bodies lay inside a damp room, heaped one on top of the other. Olive green light cascaded down from some steps at the top of the picture with the same eerie light being scattered all over the wet floor Although there weren't any people around, the faces of the dead began to melt into sunken skulls. There was a loud, high-pitched laugh as Tom Riddle materialised in front of the bodies. His arms were full of feathers and fangs. His face, still handsome, was unreadable, but he whispered "What do you make of this, strawberry?" Ginny shook her head, making the images blur together, the pain of seeing his face again was unbearable. He gaze started towards the pile of bodies. The top one was Harry's, eyes wide and staring, and innocence still creeping in his face......
Ginny woke in a cold sweat, not wanting to open her eyes. Moonlight was streaming into her messy bedroom, casting large shadows over the room. The faces on her large poster of "the weird sisters" looked like it was covered in snow. The window was open wide, her drapes were dancing in the cold air. So that was what it was, Ginny breathed, relived. It wasn't true. Only another nightmare.
Ginny lay back on her feather pillow, rubbing her temples. The vision of her nightmare still burnt strongly in the backs of her eyes. She scratched at them to try and release the images, leaving her eyes red and swollen. Harry's Ill face still stared at her, sending white-hot chills prickling down her arms. "I will never let it happen to you, darling," Ginny whispered to herself. "Never."
The pictures faded, leaving Ginny with other thoughts on her mind. Harry. Oh, how she loved him and he her. In a matter of hours she and her brothers would go and collect him from that maniac muggle's house so he could spend the rest of the summer at the burrow. To everybody but Ginny, Harry was coming for his annual shindig with the Weasley's. To her and Harry this was a potential minefield.
The pair had been seeing each other for most of last year, secretly and now they had decided to quit the charade. They had decided through letters that when he came to stay was the time to tell Molly, Arthur and the others about them. And if they didn't like what they saw, then may God have mercy on Harry and Ginny.
Author: Hey! I know, complete re-draft. I added the nightmare, for anybody who didn't read my first attempt, because otherwise this would just turn into yet another lovesick and seriously annoying fic that just floats around, nobody reading it. Please review. I've had a huge break from fan fiction, so I might be a tad rusty! Please tell me if I'm still up to scratch!