The Flame Never Dies
-By BubbleQueen-
Hey everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction, I hope it turns out half-
decent! R&R!
italics=flashback!
Disclaimer: None of the characters from Harry Potter are mine.
Prologue
"Yes, mother, I'll mow the lawn in a minute!" yelled a slightly agitated girl of
about 17. She signed the diary entry she was writing and combed back her
long red hair into a ponytail. She walked outside and breathed in the sweet
air of a June morning.
But soon her innocent smile was replaced by a slight frown and a tear. The
warm breeze of fresh air reminded her of another day, about a year back.
She had not seen her love all day. She missed playfully flirting with him in
the halls, but figured he must have been at some important meeting, or
doing something else that 7th years do near the end of the year. I mean,
finishing school and all. It was only a few days before school ended. How
could she have known...
She knew something was terribly wrong when Hermione came to her crying
the next day.
"I..I..I couldn't save him, couldn't help him, they took him.." she stuttered.
Ginny gave her a hug, still clueless to who or what she was talking about.
Then it dawned on her.
"Where is Harry?!?" she nearly screamed. Hermione replied only by sobbing
harder.
This went on for several minutes. When Hermione was finally calm enough
to speak, she said only this: "Ginny, the 7th years are having an assembly. I
think you need to come."
Ginny thought for a moment, panicking. She would miss Potions, then
Professor Snape might get mad at her, then...wait, this was Harry Potter she
was talking about! The one boy she had always cared about, always wanted.
'Fuck potions,' she quietly decided as she walked toward the Great Hall.
She didn't walk all the way in, for she knew Filch would catch her
immediately. She stood by the closed doors and listened to Dumbledore's
speech.
"I am sure you have all heard rumor of the reason we are meeting. Contrary
to popular belief, Harry Potter is not dead."
Ginny breathed a sigh of releif. Wait, if it wasn't about Harry Potter's death,
what the hell was this meeting about? She should really be in potions.
"It is, however," continued the deep voice, "About Mr. Potter. As you all
probably know, he was recently attacked from dementors. Now, these were
no ordinary dementors; no, I believe they were made especially for him.
Dementors that could not be beaten by his stag-formed patronus. Perhaps
by mine, but not by his. I must give Voldemort credit for the time and
money he spent training these dementors, but that does not in any way
forgive what they did to our wonderful student. They did not give him a kiss,
not that we know of anyway, but took him away. Away to a land where
dementors run free and Voldemort reigns."
Some people cringed at the name of the Dark Lord, but some, like Ginny,
were too worried about Harry to even notice.
"No man, muggle or wizard has entered that place and come out the way
they came in. It is a place deeper than hell, darker than a moonless night,
and more evil than you could ever imagine. We call it 'Lair of Darkness.'
Tears welled in Ginny's eyes as she thought of her beloved, stranded in a
place like that. She couldn't hear any more of this; it was too painful. She
walked solemnly down the hallway and back to her dormitory.
A loud voice whipped her back into reality.
"Ginny, what on earth are you doing just standing around out here?" came a
call from her mother.
'Oh shit, I was supposed to be mowing the lawn,' she remembered. She ran
inside, grabbed the lawn mower, and started mowing, silent tears still
streaming down her face.
"There was nothing you could do to save him," she reminded herself. She
didn't mind talking to herself; it often calmed her. Besides, no one could
hear her over the roar of the electric lawn mower. Her father had decided
that, for a year, they would try to operate only with muggle machinery. So,
of course, Ginny got stuck with the lawn mower.
She continued mumbling to herself. "And it's not like you could go running
after him on a wild adventure." She remembered wanting to; she had
thought she could just run away and save him and be a big hero. But those
dreams were gone now. It was too late; he was probably dead by now. And
besides, even if she wanted to go, her parents wouldn't let her..she was the
last Weasley child left. All the others had moved out. Fred and George now
owned a big joke shop enterprise and Ron..well, she preferred not to think of
Ron.
But it had always nagged her that she didn't go. She would do anything to
see him again; to see his bright smile, his unkempt black hair, his brilliant
blue eyes. But she couldn't leave her parents like that, couldn't end up like
Ron.
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A/N: Wow, that was the first chapter I ever wrote for fanfiction! Go me! ^-^
Don't forget to R&R!
~BubbleQueen~