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Once again, I'm having writters block. I know the story, getting there is the key. Here's another chapter, sorry it was so long in coming...and so short. They will get longer. This chapter is basically to drop hints. So keeps your eyes open. Also, I made a few changes to chapter 1. You don't need to read it again...I'm just letting you know.
-Sam
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"In my end is my beginning."
-T. S. Eliot
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Ginny often remembered the day of her sixth birthday. It had poured throughout the night, and she knew this because she had scarcely been able to sleep. They were to have a picnic that day, and her mum had woken early to bake a giant chocolate cake. Besides that, her father had worked extra hours at the Ministry and bought her a beautiful, second hand, dress for the occasion. There was a rip in the white lace, but to Ginny, it was perfect.
That afternoon, as the Weasley family finished eating lunch, Ginny sat under the shade of an old oak. She was making a daisy chain when she noticed a stray kitten some yards off, who was looking hungrily at the left over cake. She threw down her chain and ran to pet it, when she got in the way of Fred and George, who were having a mud fight. What followed next seemed in slow motion, even as Ginny remembered it. There was a large 'smack' as the mud splattered all over the front of her dress, and in that instant, Ginny new this was not the perfect birthday she had dreamed of. Fred and George froze (mud still dripping for their fingers) and Ron swore something that later caused Mrs. Weasley to wash his mouth out with soap. Her father (who didn't know what else to do) quickly gathered the boys inside, just as her mother conjured up a bucket of soapy water and told her (in a panicked tone ) that it "could be fixed". Ginny stared at the little kitten, who had ran under a bush during the commotion. Her dress was ruined, that was all she could think of...not matter what her mother said. It would be forever stained, just like the memory of that day. Poor, freckly, gangly, little girls weren't princess's, she realized. They didn't deserve beautiful white dresses. It was interesting, she never had any problem accepting her brothers hand-me-down's after that.
Now, at 15, Ginny knew that boys ruined a lot of things...that's what they did. You could be upset over these things, you could cry. Or you could except it. Just as she had excepted Dean dumping her. Never mind that he had no reason to, never mind that it was simply wrong to do it front of her entire house, never mind that he didn't want his Weasley sweater...that was fine. It didn't bother her one bit. Not one bit. This was why Ginny wasn't embarrased when she accidentally bumped into him in the corridor after Charms a week later.
"Sorry" Ginny muttered, as she bent down to pick the books she had caused both of them to drop
"No..no, it's ok..." Dean smiled a little, and bent down, grabbing a few books and stuffing them into his bag
"So..."
"Yes...so..." Ginny laughed a little, no ackward at all, she thought
"How are you doing?" Dean said suddenly, Ginny almost thought she saw a glint of concern in his eyes
"I'm fine" Ginny nodded several times, but her eyes were fixed over Dean's shoulder
"Ok-"
"Ok" Ginny blushed, she didn't know why she felt so stupid. It hadn't been quit this ackward when things had ended with Micheal Corner.
"Well..." Dean scratched his ear, shifted his feet. Ginny cleared her throat loudly and looked at her wrist. She didn't actually have a watch, but she had to do something. Anything, instead of standing there like the biggest prat in school.
"I'll see you around, then" she said finally. Dean sighed and shook his head.
"Bye" Ginny quickly swung her bag over her shoulder, and walked away before Dean had time to respond. Right then, she thought...maybe "fine" wasn't the perfect word for how she felt.
Another week went by and Ginny had almost forgotten the embarrasing incident with Dean. She had been having a horrible time sleeping though, and would wake pail and shaken before her first class. Ginny knew she was having nightmares, awful ones, because her roommates complained she was muttering in her sleep. She considered telling someone, but then who would she tell? She hadn't had nightmares since beginning of second year... but what good would it do getting everyone all upset? There was enough distress in the air, with Voldermort's official return. Besides, Ginny thought, the dreams were probably just stress related.
Her brother Ron, of course, was not known for having a horrible amount of tact. He made rather a show of commenting on her appearance that evening at dinner.
"You look horrible, Gin!" he exclaimed "Just horrible...like on of those sombie thingy's muggles always have on their telemavision!". Hermione sighed irritably and told Ron "for the millionth time" that they were, in fact, called "zombies". Either way, Ginny didn't care. She didn't even notice Harry's absence until Neville commented on it. He had been gone more and more lately, of course, but sometimes made an appearence at dinner to ignore Hermione's worried glances and Ron's nervous jokes. Ginny bit her lip and began to make a pile out of her mashed potatoes. For so long all she had wanted was to be included and do the kinds of things The Trio did. Now, adventures didn't seem so important.
After dinner Ginny excused herself from a conversation she was having with Neville and made her way to the Hospital Wing. She hated it there, but her grades were suffering from her lack of sleep. Perhaps she could convince Madam Pomfrey to give her a sleeping potion. Ginny took the staircase two at a time and walked quickly down the hallway that led to the Infirmary. She still had a scroll on the magical properties of sneezewort due the next day in Herbology. Or was it scurvy-grass? Ginny knew they were both used in Buffledlement Draughts...perhaphs she should have stayed to talk with Neville a bit longer. He was an expert when it came to Herbology. Either way, she was almost there now. The corridor was very dark, the only light cast by the flickering torches on the wall. There was an eerie silence Ginny could almost hear . She was so used the busy, bustling Hogwarts she usually saw. And besides living in a house with so many people for so many years...she was not used to the quiet.
Ginny bit her lip and turned the corner that led to the hospital entrance. She wondered how she was going to get Madam Pomphrey to give her a sleeping potion without looking suspicous. Ginny was so deep in thought she didn't notice when she had stepped front of the door labled 'Infirmary' , and didn't see the handle turning either. Not before it was too late. Ginny tried to jump aside as the door opened, but it still smacked her directly in the forehead causing her to lose her balance. The last thought Ginny had before her eyes rolled into the back of her head was that she was going to die (even if it was a bit dramatic), because the last thing she saw was a bright light, and an angel with silver hair and very blue eyes.
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Remember to review!
Once again, I'm having writters block. I know the story, getting there is the key. Here's another chapter, sorry it was so long in coming...and so short. They will get longer. This chapter is basically to drop hints. So keeps your eyes open. Also, I made a few changes to chapter 1. You don't need to read it again...I'm just letting you know.
-Sam
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"In my end is my beginning."
-T. S. Eliot
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Ginny often remembered the day of her sixth birthday. It had poured throughout the night, and she knew this because she had scarcely been able to sleep. They were to have a picnic that day, and her mum had woken early to bake a giant chocolate cake. Besides that, her father had worked extra hours at the Ministry and bought her a beautiful, second hand, dress for the occasion. There was a rip in the white lace, but to Ginny, it was perfect.
That afternoon, as the Weasley family finished eating lunch, Ginny sat under the shade of an old oak. She was making a daisy chain when she noticed a stray kitten some yards off, who was looking hungrily at the left over cake. She threw down her chain and ran to pet it, when she got in the way of Fred and George, who were having a mud fight. What followed next seemed in slow motion, even as Ginny remembered it. There was a large 'smack' as the mud splattered all over the front of her dress, and in that instant, Ginny new this was not the perfect birthday she had dreamed of. Fred and George froze (mud still dripping for their fingers) and Ron swore something that later caused Mrs. Weasley to wash his mouth out with soap. Her father (who didn't know what else to do) quickly gathered the boys inside, just as her mother conjured up a bucket of soapy water and told her (in a panicked tone ) that it "could be fixed". Ginny stared at the little kitten, who had ran under a bush during the commotion. Her dress was ruined, that was all she could think of...not matter what her mother said. It would be forever stained, just like the memory of that day. Poor, freckly, gangly, little girls weren't princess's, she realized. They didn't deserve beautiful white dresses. It was interesting, she never had any problem accepting her brothers hand-me-down's after that.
Now, at 15, Ginny knew that boys ruined a lot of things...that's what they did. You could be upset over these things, you could cry. Or you could except it. Just as she had excepted Dean dumping her. Never mind that he had no reason to, never mind that it was simply wrong to do it front of her entire house, never mind that he didn't want his Weasley sweater...that was fine. It didn't bother her one bit. Not one bit. This was why Ginny wasn't embarrased when she accidentally bumped into him in the corridor after Charms a week later.
"Sorry" Ginny muttered, as she bent down to pick the books she had caused both of them to drop
"No..no, it's ok..." Dean smiled a little, and bent down, grabbing a few books and stuffing them into his bag
"So..."
"Yes...so..." Ginny laughed a little, no ackward at all, she thought
"How are you doing?" Dean said suddenly, Ginny almost thought she saw a glint of concern in his eyes
"I'm fine" Ginny nodded several times, but her eyes were fixed over Dean's shoulder
"Ok-"
"Ok" Ginny blushed, she didn't know why she felt so stupid. It hadn't been quit this ackward when things had ended with Micheal Corner.
"Well..." Dean scratched his ear, shifted his feet. Ginny cleared her throat loudly and looked at her wrist. She didn't actually have a watch, but she had to do something. Anything, instead of standing there like the biggest prat in school.
"I'll see you around, then" she said finally. Dean sighed and shook his head.
"Bye" Ginny quickly swung her bag over her shoulder, and walked away before Dean had time to respond. Right then, she thought...maybe "fine" wasn't the perfect word for how she felt.
Another week went by and Ginny had almost forgotten the embarrasing incident with Dean. She had been having a horrible time sleeping though, and would wake pail and shaken before her first class. Ginny knew she was having nightmares, awful ones, because her roommates complained she was muttering in her sleep. She considered telling someone, but then who would she tell? She hadn't had nightmares since beginning of second year... but what good would it do getting everyone all upset? There was enough distress in the air, with Voldermort's official return. Besides, Ginny thought, the dreams were probably just stress related.
Her brother Ron, of course, was not known for having a horrible amount of tact. He made rather a show of commenting on her appearance that evening at dinner.
"You look horrible, Gin!" he exclaimed "Just horrible...like on of those sombie thingy's muggles always have on their telemavision!". Hermione sighed irritably and told Ron "for the millionth time" that they were, in fact, called "zombies". Either way, Ginny didn't care. She didn't even notice Harry's absence until Neville commented on it. He had been gone more and more lately, of course, but sometimes made an appearence at dinner to ignore Hermione's worried glances and Ron's nervous jokes. Ginny bit her lip and began to make a pile out of her mashed potatoes. For so long all she had wanted was to be included and do the kinds of things The Trio did. Now, adventures didn't seem so important.
After dinner Ginny excused herself from a conversation she was having with Neville and made her way to the Hospital Wing. She hated it there, but her grades were suffering from her lack of sleep. Perhaps she could convince Madam Pomfrey to give her a sleeping potion. Ginny took the staircase two at a time and walked quickly down the hallway that led to the Infirmary. She still had a scroll on the magical properties of sneezewort due the next day in Herbology. Or was it scurvy-grass? Ginny knew they were both used in Buffledlement Draughts...perhaphs she should have stayed to talk with Neville a bit longer. He was an expert when it came to Herbology. Either way, she was almost there now. The corridor was very dark, the only light cast by the flickering torches on the wall. There was an eerie silence Ginny could almost hear . She was so used the busy, bustling Hogwarts she usually saw. And besides living in a house with so many people for so many years...she was not used to the quiet.
Ginny bit her lip and turned the corner that led to the hospital entrance. She wondered how she was going to get Madam Pomphrey to give her a sleeping potion without looking suspicous. Ginny was so deep in thought she didn't notice when she had stepped front of the door labled 'Infirmary' , and didn't see the handle turning either. Not before it was too late. Ginny tried to jump aside as the door opened, but it still smacked her directly in the forehead causing her to lose her balance. The last thought Ginny had before her eyes rolled into the back of her head was that she was going to die (even if it was a bit dramatic), because the last thing she saw was a bright light, and an angel with silver hair and very blue eyes.
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