You're afraid to fall
But every night
You descend with the sun
-Me (2002)
The Colour of Blood
Chapter 2
There was utter silence as she was lead out of the infirmary and down to the grounds where a carriage was waiting. She was vaguely aware of Ron and Harry whispering in the background to each other whilst following with her bags. They had told her she would only be gone for a few days, 2 weeks at the maximum, but she knew better.
She paused before entering the carriage, taking in the beauty of the enchanting black thestrals. She knew that she shouldn't be able to see them at her age, she was only 15, and she was supposed to be innocent. But, she couldn't remember a time when she was ever truly innocent. She paused her thoughts as she turned and stiffly hugged her brother and Harry. It was so awkward and she wondered how it had come down to this.
Faintly hearing their goodbyes, she resumed her thoughts. How had it come down to this? She was never innocent or rather had not been for quite some time, so it was not her loss of innocence that had created these awkward scenes. Most of her family most probably assumed her "utter and delirious tendencies" to have started due to the Tom Riddle incident. No, if they had opened their eyes they would have realized it began before that, long before that. Her routine had begun around 6 years ago, while she was 9. She couldn't quite remember why she began her descendent, but she could still feel the cold blood trickle down her arm. It was the beginning of survival and the end of sanity.
Ginny never considered herself a normal child. She never liked to disillusion herself that way. She was odd and slightly proud of it. Unlike the other children she loved the dark and hated using lights like her mother insisted upon. She was more comfortable in the dark where she hid and watched in secret, where shadows would wrap around her like a security blanket, never letting her fall.
She was exhausted; seemingly her insomnia had taken its toll. Drowsy, she watched the scenery go by. It was then that it occurred to her that she was alone in the carriage, she had not been designated a chaperone. She could open this door she was leaning upon and escape. "Where would she go?" She wondered. But that really didn't matter; anywhere was better than the loony bin.
She forced all her wait on the door, noting the absence of a handle. The door stood solidly as if no pressure had been applied. It was locked. "Duh" she thought. "Alohomora" she whispered. Still, no signs of being unlocked, she tried to open it again. "Of course," she thought. They wouldn't leave the door with only a simple locking charm, no this was most definitely more intricate, designed to keep her trapped in the confines of the carriage
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The carriage lurched, and Virginia was startled awake. She must have drifted off she realized. But where was she now? She looked through the window and found herself in Hogsmead. Slightly confused she exited the carriage, which was now unlocked. Just as she turned to watch the carriage, her arm was roughly grabbed.
She turned to find herself looking up at none other than Remus Lupin. Or rather Professor Remus Lupin . Now why are you here? she thought dryly. As if on cue he replied to her unanswered question.
"I've been asked to escort you to the hospital and make sure you were settled in okay" he said in a tone bordering on a drawl worthy of a Malfoy.
Ah so that was it, the Queer Coot was trying to find something for him to do because the rest of them were just to damn busy with the Invincible Ego to bother dealing with her. Remus didn't want to be here and neither did she, but it seemed that neither of them had a choice.
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A.N. I personally believe this chapter it total and utter crap, no offense. I am so sick I shall faint and die. Actually I have been fainting. My mom keeps cuddling and feeding me chicken soup. I hate both of those things so hence I'm up in my room writing this, whilst attempting to keep my eyes open. Lucky for me I finished most of it early this morning due to my extreme bouts on insomnia. I know this was a strange place to end this but I really cannot write anymore. But before I leave this to go to bed here's to my reviewers:
Cassi Angelica- Thank you again. I'm not quite sure it's her dark side but I can't find a word to describe it either.
Happy-little-hobit: I'm not quite sure where it's going either. Well, I do, but I don't if that makes any sense at all? But thanks; I'm glad there are people out there who think it's passable.
Ciao, Avi (a.k.a. The P's P)
But every night
You descend with the sun
-Me (2002)
The Colour of Blood
Chapter 2
There was utter silence as she was lead out of the infirmary and down to the grounds where a carriage was waiting. She was vaguely aware of Ron and Harry whispering in the background to each other whilst following with her bags. They had told her she would only be gone for a few days, 2 weeks at the maximum, but she knew better.
She paused before entering the carriage, taking in the beauty of the enchanting black thestrals. She knew that she shouldn't be able to see them at her age, she was only 15, and she was supposed to be innocent. But, she couldn't remember a time when she was ever truly innocent. She paused her thoughts as she turned and stiffly hugged her brother and Harry. It was so awkward and she wondered how it had come down to this.
Faintly hearing their goodbyes, she resumed her thoughts. How had it come down to this? She was never innocent or rather had not been for quite some time, so it was not her loss of innocence that had created these awkward scenes. Most of her family most probably assumed her "utter and delirious tendencies" to have started due to the Tom Riddle incident. No, if they had opened their eyes they would have realized it began before that, long before that. Her routine had begun around 6 years ago, while she was 9. She couldn't quite remember why she began her descendent, but she could still feel the cold blood trickle down her arm. It was the beginning of survival and the end of sanity.
Ginny never considered herself a normal child. She never liked to disillusion herself that way. She was odd and slightly proud of it. Unlike the other children she loved the dark and hated using lights like her mother insisted upon. She was more comfortable in the dark where she hid and watched in secret, where shadows would wrap around her like a security blanket, never letting her fall.
She was exhausted; seemingly her insomnia had taken its toll. Drowsy, she watched the scenery go by. It was then that it occurred to her that she was alone in the carriage, she had not been designated a chaperone. She could open this door she was leaning upon and escape. "Where would she go?" She wondered. But that really didn't matter; anywhere was better than the loony bin.
She forced all her wait on the door, noting the absence of a handle. The door stood solidly as if no pressure had been applied. It was locked. "Duh" she thought. "Alohomora" she whispered. Still, no signs of being unlocked, she tried to open it again. "Of course," she thought. They wouldn't leave the door with only a simple locking charm, no this was most definitely more intricate, designed to keep her trapped in the confines of the carriage
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The carriage lurched, and Virginia was startled awake. She must have drifted off she realized. But where was she now? She looked through the window and found herself in Hogsmead. Slightly confused she exited the carriage, which was now unlocked. Just as she turned to watch the carriage, her arm was roughly grabbed.
She turned to find herself looking up at none other than Remus Lupin. Or rather Professor Remus Lupin . Now why are you here? she thought dryly. As if on cue he replied to her unanswered question.
"I've been asked to escort you to the hospital and make sure you were settled in okay" he said in a tone bordering on a drawl worthy of a Malfoy.
Ah so that was it, the Queer Coot was trying to find something for him to do because the rest of them were just to damn busy with the Invincible Ego to bother dealing with her. Remus didn't want to be here and neither did she, but it seemed that neither of them had a choice.
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A.N. I personally believe this chapter it total and utter crap, no offense. I am so sick I shall faint and die. Actually I have been fainting. My mom keeps cuddling and feeding me chicken soup. I hate both of those things so hence I'm up in my room writing this, whilst attempting to keep my eyes open. Lucky for me I finished most of it early this morning due to my extreme bouts on insomnia. I know this was a strange place to end this but I really cannot write anymore. But before I leave this to go to bed here's to my reviewers:
Cassi Angelica- Thank you again. I'm not quite sure it's her dark side but I can't find a word to describe it either.
Happy-little-hobit: I'm not quite sure where it's going either. Well, I do, but I don't if that makes any sense at all? But thanks; I'm glad there are people out there who think it's passable.
Ciao, Avi (a.k.a. The P's P)