I have officially decided to use this as the disclaimer for the whole story
so as I won't have to paste it each and every chapter. So here you go:
Disclaimer: It is my deep regret to inform you gracious people who are blessing this pathetic attempt at a story with your eyes, that I own nothing you would recognize. The plot sadly is mine, but what plot it is I have not yet found out.
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"Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most!"-Anonymous
The Colour of Blood
Chapter 1
Ginny sighed and slumped to the floor. Looking at all that blurred faces around her, peering at her with their nosy piercing gazes, filled with what they would explain to her to be concern. She slowly opened her eyes and awaited the tirade that was sure to start any moment. The yelling the screaming the "how could you", same as it had been after she had taken the five extra vials of that gruesome potion Madame Pomfrey had drowned her in every time she had been sick. Her intent was to kill then; now, now it was to survive. But they wouldn't understand.
She sat up, still waiting already on the verge of zoning out. But the rant didn't come, instead the calm, remorseful voice simply said "A bed has been booked at St. Mungo's, she leaves in 10 minutes."
At this she was wide-awake and alert. These imbeciles wanted to send her, Virginia Anne Weasley, to a hospital? What for? Were they confirming her insanity? 'Well, Duh' she thought. She could have told them she was mentally unstable, that it wasn't the bloody hormones her mother was always raving about. Did they really think that staying with other crazies and spreading the craziness would help any? No she knew she was too far in for that, if the hands had been held out earlier...maybe. But by now she was on her own. And she liked it that way.
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A.N. I know, I know, its short, yell at me all you want. Just not too loudly, as I have a massive headache that is threatening to topple me at any second. As much as I hate to admit it, I am sick, and this means chicken noodle soup...which I hate. I will get the next chapter out as soon as possible, but no guarantees on the length or the time between updates. Thx so much to my first reviewer:
Cassi Angelica- Thx. I didn't think it was good. But hey at least someone has some confidence in my abilities. And trust me I will knock myself out with it. Thx a lot.
Ciao,
The P's P
Disclaimer: It is my deep regret to inform you gracious people who are blessing this pathetic attempt at a story with your eyes, that I own nothing you would recognize. The plot sadly is mine, but what plot it is I have not yet found out.
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"Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most!"-Anonymous
The Colour of Blood
Chapter 1
Ginny sighed and slumped to the floor. Looking at all that blurred faces around her, peering at her with their nosy piercing gazes, filled with what they would explain to her to be concern. She slowly opened her eyes and awaited the tirade that was sure to start any moment. The yelling the screaming the "how could you", same as it had been after she had taken the five extra vials of that gruesome potion Madame Pomfrey had drowned her in every time she had been sick. Her intent was to kill then; now, now it was to survive. But they wouldn't understand.
She sat up, still waiting already on the verge of zoning out. But the rant didn't come, instead the calm, remorseful voice simply said "A bed has been booked at St. Mungo's, she leaves in 10 minutes."
At this she was wide-awake and alert. These imbeciles wanted to send her, Virginia Anne Weasley, to a hospital? What for? Were they confirming her insanity? 'Well, Duh' she thought. She could have told them she was mentally unstable, that it wasn't the bloody hormones her mother was always raving about. Did they really think that staying with other crazies and spreading the craziness would help any? No she knew she was too far in for that, if the hands had been held out earlier...maybe. But by now she was on her own. And she liked it that way.
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A.N. I know, I know, its short, yell at me all you want. Just not too loudly, as I have a massive headache that is threatening to topple me at any second. As much as I hate to admit it, I am sick, and this means chicken noodle soup...which I hate. I will get the next chapter out as soon as possible, but no guarantees on the length or the time between updates. Thx so much to my first reviewer:
Cassi Angelica- Thx. I didn't think it was good. But hey at least someone has some confidence in my abilities. And trust me I will knock myself out with it. Thx a lot.
Ciao,
The P's P