Ginny could not sleep. She hardly ever slept; there was always too much to worry about so she had no time for sleep. Sleeping was for pussies. She tossed and turned in bed for a while, rather sad that her fourth year had just ended, but glad that she was home with her loving family. She had just turned fifteen that day but was disappointed that she felt no different.
"I'm... thirsty" she said to herself even though she was not all that thirsty. She lay in bed for about six more minutes before lazily rolling out and plodding downstairs. Pouring herself a glass of water, she noticed a rocking chair in the family room that had not been there before, it seemed to still be rocking as if somebody were in it.
"Alright, Chester, you can stop folling around with the rocking chair," Ginny said groggily. Chester was the resident ghost at the Burrow. Nothing happened so she cautiously walked to the chair and grabbed the back of it to stop it from rocking. "Chester?"
Ginny collapsed into the chair and suddenly, everything around her peeled away. A ripping pain was sent through her back. She jammed her eyes shut and shouted but the pain was gone.
Ginny opened her eyes and looked around, wondering where the hell she was. Tall grass whipped about in the wind and it was rather chilly but not unbearably so. Rising from the rockingchair, she slowly walked across the hill. The landscape looked dull and exhausted. "Could this be another dimension or something?" Ginny wondered out loud.
A faint whistling sound grew louder until the source of this noise--a shell--landed ontop of the rockingchair, blowing it to smithereens.
"Shit."
"I'm... thirsty" she said to herself even though she was not all that thirsty. She lay in bed for about six more minutes before lazily rolling out and plodding downstairs. Pouring herself a glass of water, she noticed a rocking chair in the family room that had not been there before, it seemed to still be rocking as if somebody were in it.
"Alright, Chester, you can stop folling around with the rocking chair," Ginny said groggily. Chester was the resident ghost at the Burrow. Nothing happened so she cautiously walked to the chair and grabbed the back of it to stop it from rocking. "Chester?"
Ginny collapsed into the chair and suddenly, everything around her peeled away. A ripping pain was sent through her back. She jammed her eyes shut and shouted but the pain was gone.
Ginny opened her eyes and looked around, wondering where the hell she was. Tall grass whipped about in the wind and it was rather chilly but not unbearably so. Rising from the rockingchair, she slowly walked across the hill. The landscape looked dull and exhausted. "Could this be another dimension or something?" Ginny wondered out loud.
A faint whistling sound grew louder until the source of this noise--a shell--landed ontop of the rockingchair, blowing it to smithereens.
"Shit."