The Things They Say
Disclaimer: Not my characters...just the plot. A/N: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic. I would really like to be told when people our OOC or doing something stupid. Or if you just don't like where the story is going. Thanks, and remember, that even though reviewing can be annoying and time consuming, and you don't know what to say, that it does help me and quite often puts a smile on my face and makes my day. So why don't you just review, and remember that Karma will give you something back 3 times nicer...now imagine how nice that will be *hinhint**Wiggles eyebrows, nudges* *Ginny's thoughts* ^Draco's thoughts^ The Things They Say: Chapter 1: Confusing Letters Always Come On Tuesdays.
Ginny slowly climbed up the stairs, grasping her throbbing head. * Why are Tuesdays always so horrible? Could I even have one nice Tuesday? No!*
She sighed at herself and opened the door to her bedroom. She slammed the door behind, wincing right afterwards. Her parents where still downstairs. She trudged to her bed and flopped down on her side.
Rolling over onto her side, she once again grabbed the letter from Harry from her bedside table. Her eyes skimmed over the worn paper as she read it again.
Ginny,
I'm still in the middle of nowhere, and I find the one person who I can tell my message to is you. The Aurors I'm working with tell me that Voldemort will find us within a matter of days. By the time you read this letter, one of us will be dead. If in case you hear that I didn't make it, please...tell Ron and Hermione I love them. They were, and are, the siblings I never had. They are the reason I live, and if they are not happy, there is no need for me to be alive. So I die, or kill. Either way my life is over. But then again, was it really that great of a life?Tell your parents thank you for everything. And your brothers. That's all I want them to know. If I make it through, on day I will repay this grand favor you unwittingly gave me. Thank You.
The letter wasn't signed, but she knew who sent it to her. *Harry...* The letter had arrived last Tuesday, exactly one week ago. Since then Ginny had found out that Harry had survived, but for how long was questionable. Before he killed Voldemort, he was hit with a few bad curses, and now he was laying in St.Mungo's. He was unconscious, and the healers there don't know if he will ever wake up. Since then Ginny had gotten the guts to show the letter to Ron and Hermione. The moment they read it, Hermione burst into tears and Ron fainted. All Ginny did was walk out of Ron's room and close the door gently behind her. She hadn't talked to them since. She felt responsible. Like the fact that Harry was slowly dieing lay on her shoulders, not Voldemorts. *Why had Harry picked me? The one time he picks me, I DON'T want to be chosen. If only they would talk to me*
She had spent the last 3 ½ days trying to convince herself that she did the right thing. *Maybe Harry will survive, and I did the right thing?* She chided herself for the thought. *MAYBE? No, he HAS to survive. What will Ron and Herms do if he dies?*
She rolled onto her stomach and found a way to crawl under the covers. Maybe if she fell asleep, she would wake up and find it al a dream. A nightmare.
As she slowly drifted into ''Lala Land'', she heard a rasping, tapping noise from the window above her head. *Maybe if I ignore it, It will go away.* No such luck. The longer she ignored it, the louder the noise grew louder and more demanding.
She looked up, and saw, highlighted in moonlight, the most perfect owl she ever saw. It was midnight black, and it's eyes stuck out like little orangeish/brownish stars. Tied to it's leg was a rolled up piece of parchment.
Ginny hastily opened and let the animal fly in. It landed gracefully on her bedpost, and gently held out it's talon to her.
She took of the letter, and watched as the bird flew to rest on her armoire. She undid the knot on the green string holding the letter, and rolled it open. When she saw who it was from she nearly passed out.
On the piece of stationary of stationary parchment was the house symbol of the Malfoy family. Written neatly underneath was : Draco Lucuis Malfoy.
She looked abut herself nervously as if expecting him to be standing in a corner, sulking. He did that a lot, now that his father was in jail. Her eyes settled on the Owl and slowly, she looked back at the letter.
Ginny,
First things first, DON'T TOSS THE LETTER! Believe it or not, I actually have a legitimate reason for sending this piece of mail. As you may have noticed, my father is in jail, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, dead. Since I have heard of this incident, I have been doing a lot of thinking. There is no reason anymore for our familys' to despise each other anymore It was, after all, my father who despised all things muggle. I want to bury the hatchet. I wasn't about to approach your brothers, and there is no point in bothering your parents. You were the one I thought would understand. I hope you accept this as a formal apology from the Malfoy Family. So what do say? New generaration, new Chance?
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.
*Damn it, why do confusing letters always come on tusdays!?!* Ginny ran to her desk and grabbed a piece of parchment.
As she went to write down a ''No way!'', she suddenly froze. *This is a trick...he just wants to fool us. Why would he approach me, and not my brother? But...maybe...* Ginny started to chew on the end of her quill, and soon the right word graced her mind. She smiled to herself as she put quill to parchment.
Maybe.
A/N#2: So what do you think? Yes, this will eventually become a D/G fic. Hope you like, and do hit that review button, oh, a rough 7 times, what do you say?
Disclaimer: Not my characters...just the plot. A/N: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic. I would really like to be told when people our OOC or doing something stupid. Or if you just don't like where the story is going. Thanks, and remember, that even though reviewing can be annoying and time consuming, and you don't know what to say, that it does help me and quite often puts a smile on my face and makes my day. So why don't you just review, and remember that Karma will give you something back 3 times nicer...now imagine how nice that will be *hinhint**Wiggles eyebrows, nudges* *Ginny's thoughts* ^Draco's thoughts^ The Things They Say: Chapter 1: Confusing Letters Always Come On Tuesdays.
Ginny slowly climbed up the stairs, grasping her throbbing head. * Why are Tuesdays always so horrible? Could I even have one nice Tuesday? No!*
She sighed at herself and opened the door to her bedroom. She slammed the door behind, wincing right afterwards. Her parents where still downstairs. She trudged to her bed and flopped down on her side.
Rolling over onto her side, she once again grabbed the letter from Harry from her bedside table. Her eyes skimmed over the worn paper as she read it again.
Ginny,
I'm still in the middle of nowhere, and I find the one person who I can tell my message to is you. The Aurors I'm working with tell me that Voldemort will find us within a matter of days. By the time you read this letter, one of us will be dead. If in case you hear that I didn't make it, please...tell Ron and Hermione I love them. They were, and are, the siblings I never had. They are the reason I live, and if they are not happy, there is no need for me to be alive. So I die, or kill. Either way my life is over. But then again, was it really that great of a life?Tell your parents thank you for everything. And your brothers. That's all I want them to know. If I make it through, on day I will repay this grand favor you unwittingly gave me. Thank You.
The letter wasn't signed, but she knew who sent it to her. *Harry...* The letter had arrived last Tuesday, exactly one week ago. Since then Ginny had found out that Harry had survived, but for how long was questionable. Before he killed Voldemort, he was hit with a few bad curses, and now he was laying in St.Mungo's. He was unconscious, and the healers there don't know if he will ever wake up. Since then Ginny had gotten the guts to show the letter to Ron and Hermione. The moment they read it, Hermione burst into tears and Ron fainted. All Ginny did was walk out of Ron's room and close the door gently behind her. She hadn't talked to them since. She felt responsible. Like the fact that Harry was slowly dieing lay on her shoulders, not Voldemorts. *Why had Harry picked me? The one time he picks me, I DON'T want to be chosen. If only they would talk to me*
She had spent the last 3 ½ days trying to convince herself that she did the right thing. *Maybe Harry will survive, and I did the right thing?* She chided herself for the thought. *MAYBE? No, he HAS to survive. What will Ron and Herms do if he dies?*
She rolled onto her stomach and found a way to crawl under the covers. Maybe if she fell asleep, she would wake up and find it al a dream. A nightmare.
As she slowly drifted into ''Lala Land'', she heard a rasping, tapping noise from the window above her head. *Maybe if I ignore it, It will go away.* No such luck. The longer she ignored it, the louder the noise grew louder and more demanding.
She looked up, and saw, highlighted in moonlight, the most perfect owl she ever saw. It was midnight black, and it's eyes stuck out like little orangeish/brownish stars. Tied to it's leg was a rolled up piece of parchment.
Ginny hastily opened and let the animal fly in. It landed gracefully on her bedpost, and gently held out it's talon to her.
She took of the letter, and watched as the bird flew to rest on her armoire. She undid the knot on the green string holding the letter, and rolled it open. When she saw who it was from she nearly passed out.
On the piece of stationary of stationary parchment was the house symbol of the Malfoy family. Written neatly underneath was : Draco Lucuis Malfoy.
She looked abut herself nervously as if expecting him to be standing in a corner, sulking. He did that a lot, now that his father was in jail. Her eyes settled on the Owl and slowly, she looked back at the letter.
Ginny,
First things first, DON'T TOSS THE LETTER! Believe it or not, I actually have a legitimate reason for sending this piece of mail. As you may have noticed, my father is in jail, and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, dead. Since I have heard of this incident, I have been doing a lot of thinking. There is no reason anymore for our familys' to despise each other anymore It was, after all, my father who despised all things muggle. I want to bury the hatchet. I wasn't about to approach your brothers, and there is no point in bothering your parents. You were the one I thought would understand. I hope you accept this as a formal apology from the Malfoy Family. So what do say? New generaration, new Chance?
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.
*Damn it, why do confusing letters always come on tusdays!?!* Ginny ran to her desk and grabbed a piece of parchment.
As she went to write down a ''No way!'', she suddenly froze. *This is a trick...he just wants to fool us. Why would he approach me, and not my brother? But...maybe...* Ginny started to chew on the end of her quill, and soon the right word graced her mind. She smiled to herself as she put quill to parchment.
Maybe.
A/N#2: So what do you think? Yes, this will eventually become a D/G fic. Hope you like, and do hit that review button, oh, a rough 7 times, what do you say?