Remember Me
Wahoo! Second fan-fic on the way! Here it is, totally ready for your read. No, not the whole thing silly, just a little chapter I like to call, all and more! Okay, I think I have a fairly good idea about what's going to be going on in this story. It goes like this: I know, and by reading and reviewing, you will soon be able to find out. No gasps please, how could I be so mean? Here we go anyways…
Disclaimer- I am not THAT magical. I do not own Harry Potter anything, except the plot of this story really. I think that's about it… so here we go!
Chapter 1 All And More!
Ginny
No one knows what its like to be her…
I grimaced at my freckled cheeks, ruby red natural lips that pursed back at me; My wavy hair that bounced on my shoulders and layered down to my lower back, and my blue-green eyes that started intently into my own.
I couldn't say I was dead ugly, just pretty bloody ugly. Especially after all the remarks in Potions when Snape left for a moment, and it seemed like a moment too long.
I screwed my eyes shut and remembered them all chanting at me. 'Hey, Ginny, you have something dead on you! Oh wait… that's just your face.' 'Why don't you watch where you're shoving that ugly mug of yours?' 'Ooh, hey everybody look, Ginny has no friends and now she wants to bestow her misfortune on us!'
Could they insult me more? I hadn't believed that even my friends had turned on me now. What had I done? I had no clue. All I knew was that it was some rumour going around all of us. I had just turned 16 last month… wasn't the sixteenth year of your life supposed to be the best?
A tear started trickling down my soft cheek and someone rapped on the side of the wood at my open door.
"Come in." I murmured, even though whomever it was I wanted to go away.
Someone sat beside me but I didn't bring my eyes up from the redwood table to look at them. I just sat there, fixed on my baby-blue hairbrush.
"Just came to tell you that you're important." A familiar voice said quietly.
I looked up and my shy brother was sitting there with downcast eyes as well. All I did was shift slightly and I couldn't say a word.
"Hermoine told me, if you're wondering." He said, knowing very well that I had been.
What a good brother I have. I smiled to myself. He came her just to cheer me up.
"You know, I wouldn't listen to what people say about you. You don't want them getting to you." A tear trickled down my cheek and he put my face in his hands, tilting my chin and wiping the tear off my cheek with his thumb. "You don't have to believe them." He whispered. "You are better than them… that's why they tease you so."
I smiled out of the corner of my mouth and grabbed onto my brothers neck with a jump, since he was so tall. I clung onto him tightly and nuzzled my face into his shoulder. Who knew big brothers could be so great sometimes? After all, fighting with him was fun too.
"Now are you coming down to dinner?" He asked.
I nodded. "Yes." I said quietly.
With that, he was out of the room as quick as he had come, and I started to pull off my shirt to get into something more comfortable for dinner. I threw it onto the floor and a second later I heard a tiny yell from what sounded like Harry.
I turned around and he was standing, stiff as a board staring at me. I jumped back and covered my red lace bra with my arms as I jumped behind a curtain.
"H-Harry! What are you doing here?" I asked, blushing with a wild red behind the silk curtains.
"Sorry." I heard him mumble. "Just wanted to see if you were all right. Ron's worried…" He said. I heard him kick the ground softly with the tip of his foot.
"Oh." I said, half happy and disappointed. I had always liked Harry, and I was never too good at hiding it well. It was a good thing he was oblivious to my reactions around him. I was overjoyed that he came to see me, but I also wanted him to say he was worried about me too.
"I guess I wanted to see how you were doing too." He said in a low voice again.
"Thanks." I said. "Now can you pass me my shirt?" I asked, sticking my slender arm out to accept it.
Harry let out a small laugh. "Yeah… really sorry about that by the way-" He said handing me my deep violet top.
"Forget it." I said. I hadn't meant it though. I shoved on the top and pulled it over my head, walking out from behind the curtain as I pulled it down around my waist. I then lifted my hands to pull out my hair, but Harry walked up behind me.
"I'll help." He said, pulling my hair out from the top gently. "Sorry. I feel really bad."
I sighed. "No problem."
Harry led me down through Griffindor's common room and into the halls, where we walked until we came to the shifting staircases. I always have loved the shifting staircases. They were one of Hogwarts wonders, and only a small one, but it was the staircases that intrigued me more than most things in the school. Did they have a mind of their own? Did they know where they were headed to next, like they planned it, or was it just by chance?
I had never gotten lost on them, though if I had by mistake, I knew I would enjoy every last second of trying to find my way back. I stepped off the last step slipping, but I righted myself quickly.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
I hadn't thought he had seen, so I blushed quickly and mumbled, "Yeah, just slipped a bit."
Harry looked at me with an odd expression. "I didn't mean that… I hadn't noticed you tripped." He said.
"Oh…" I said silently. I decided to pull the attention off that topic. "Yeah, nothing I can't handle. I'm not a little kid anymore."
Harry looked over at me with a smile. "I realize that." He said.
I started to blush but quickly stopped my thoughts. "You know, your so confusing."
"I hadn't really planned it that way…"
"Of course you didn't… Its always that way with you isn't it?"
"Are you saying I'm clueless?"
"I don't know, Harry."
We were silent while walking for a while. Then I cleared my throat.
"I'm sorry, Harry. Truly. Its just… the day and everything, I'm about to burst." I said.
Harry smiled a bit. "It's okay. Everyone is entitled to having a bad day. Even though we wish that we didn't have to have one."
We walked into the hall and I went and sat beside Ron, while Harry took his regular seat across from him. Hermoine leaned over the table and looked at me, because Ron was sitting in between us.
"How are you Ginny?" She asked.
I shrugged and grabbed a drumstick. I looked over at my brother who was staring down Hermoines shirt as she leaned over the table and smiled at me. I spit out the bite of meat I just bit off and made a choking noise as I tried to gulp down the rest of the food. Ron turned his head to look at me and I started to laugh. If only Hermoine knew.
"There is no better way to say 'I love you' then Gringots very own love chocolates! Only $3.99 a box, unless you get the other package…"
The T.V. started to drift out of my mind as I concentrated on Harry and Ron sitting at the table to the right of me as I sat curled up on the couch. They were having a discussion about how Snape was worse than 'blank'. They would name off a bung of strange and disgusting things, saying how Snape was worse than that, and they would laugh to themselves as the other person took a turn. Soon Neville, who was listening, joined in saying, "A vein sucking leech crawling up the leg of your pants!"
They laughed, and soon their voices trailed off just as the T.V. had, and all I saw was Harry. He was laughing, and everything around him was a blur.
"There she is again. Staring off into space like some alien freak-show." Said Carla, and suddenly everything shot back into view.
Carla looked toward me and shot me a glance and told Natalie something, under whispers.
"What do you want?" I snapped. "Thinking you could come up to me and start saying all this weird stuff to me? I don't really care at all really." I said remembering what my brother had told me earlier. "If I did care however," I said, "then you would know. Why don't you mind your own shitty business and leave me the hell alone?"
Carla's eyes widened. "What?" She asked.
"I think you heard me well enough to figure out what I want you to do. But if you want me to spell it out to you, I will." I said.
Natalie started to pull Carla away, but she took out her wand and pointed it at me. "You dirty little wizard! You poor, dirty, hand-me-down git! I hate your perfect little guts! I hate you so damn much! That's right, I started the rumours!"
By this time the whole Common room was silent, just watching Carla start shouting things at me.
She pulled her face toward mine, about two inches away. "I hate you." She said with clenched teeth. "I'M the one that's supposed to be better. I'm rich and my fathers one of the headmen at the Ministries. And YOU and your little hand-me-down sweaters and your stupid robes that have been too large for you ever since the first day of school because your parents don't want to buy new ones for you. You're poor and insignificant."
Natalie was now tugging with such force I thought she would most certainly rip her robes. "Come on, Carla. That's enough. Just back off okay?"
Carla turned to Natalie. "You too Natalie! Always telling me what to do!"
Natalie jumped back and looked away.
Carla pointed straight at me and yelled, "DWINDIS!"
I flew back, and the last thing I could remember was hitting the wall with a pictures glass falling over me and into my skin, and a sharp pain that split through my ribs and into my gut and chest. All I could hear was Harry, asking me if I was all right, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't feel him. All I could feel was pain.
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