..::AN: Aww thanks for the comments! u guys rock. Yah i didn't want to get rid of my bata reader but shes really busy right now and can' be my beta..so yah. some of those reviews are so long!! lol but thanks they made me all giddy inside lol!! im reading order of the phoenix right now (yes AGAIN for the bazlilionth time) and im going away on friday, updates may become slowm im not sure yet. Hope you likes!::..

The nymph glided gently across the water, she appeared to be skating even

though the air was warm due to the coming of summer. As she bent down something in

the water twinkled, like a magnificent star that had fallen from the heavens that

endlessly reached across the sky.

The nymph reached into the cool waters and pulled out a brilliant pearl, it seemed

to hold all the light in the universe inside its shining pearl...' Ginny jumped as the book

slipped from her hand and fell to the floor noisily. Ginny sighed shoving the rest of the small

hazelnut stuffed chocolate in her mouth before hanging over the bed using her hand to reach for

the book by feeling across the floor.

Suddenly her finger felt a chip in the wood, a chip about the size of her thumb, in one of

the floorboards. Curiously Ginny nudged it and felt it slide a little, making sure she kept her

finger on the board so she didn't loose it she got to her knees on the side of the bed swallowing

the rest of the chocolate.

"Lumos" she muttered as she pointed her wand at under the bed. Her book sat

upturned, a few of the pages curved gently against he floor, and her finger sat on a small and

discreet dent in a floorboard.

Ginny tightened the grip her finger had on the board, and pried up. The board came

lose easily, letting a thick layer of dust blow into Ginny's face. Ginny brushed the stinging dirt

out of her eyes, then slid under the bed further to look what the board was covering.

There was a small rectangular space, what looked like a storage space. Ginny pointed

her wand further down into the space looking for anything that someone had left in there. Ginny

blew into the space, letting more dust fly out until she could make out something at the bottom

of the space. There sitting in another pile of dust was a small key.

She picked it up and slid out from under the bed examining it in the brighter light.

"Nox" she said quietly examining the key. It was an antique skeleton key, a light gold

colour with little flowers engraved around the end. Looking up at the stunning white vanity, she

looked at the lock on the drawer and curiosity pry at her mind.

She stood up quietly, the only other sounds in the room besides her soft footsteps were

the gentle ticking of the clock and the pattering of the rain in the night. Just as quietly she sat on

the comfy chair with her key in one hand and the wand in the other.

Ginny ran over her finger over the lock on the thin drawer, she had tried to open it

several times with different spells and enchantments but it never had worked. Hoping for the

best she slid the small key into the whole and turned it gently, she smiled happily as the drawer

unlocked and slid open a little bit. She gently pulled out the drawer open more so she could

peer inside.

There was a very old looking gold quill laying out on a leather case, and an antique ink

bottle, still full with a silver cap sitting beside it. There was a silver thimble, a dainty needle with

a small bit of thread attached that seemed to have lost its colour. And in the far corner was a

stack of used envelopes, tied with a piece of brown cord.

"What are these?" Ginny asked herself quietly reaching for them and pulling them out

being sure to hold onto them gently. The paper was delicate, but on the verge of crumbling due

to its age, quickly gently put her wand to the papers.

"Restero Brunian" she said clearly, the papers suddenly felt a little stiffer and she was

certain she could go through the envelopes without them crumbling on her. She gently slipped

the envelopes out of the brown cord and opened the one on top as she held them in her hand

and walked back over to her bed. A folded piece of parchment was inside, a letter of some

sort. Ginny sat down on her bed and began to read.

After Ginny sat down the last letter, she felt tears running down her cheeks. Her throat

tied in a knot and she had to wipe at her eyes with the back of her simple white sleeve of her

pajamas.

The letters were old, from a woman named Sherise, who had lived in this house. How

long ago, Ginny had no idea. But the letters were her corresponding with her sister, who had

lived in Ireland. This story had made her heart wrench, but make her so curious she couldn't

stand it.

Sherise had married her childhood sweetheart, a man who was supposedly a dream

boat. They were happily married and had one child, they had lived in a manor Ginny assumed

was this one. This room, this haven Ginny was sleeping had belonged to her and her alone.

Sherise didn't sleep in here all the time, only when her husband was away, but she read and

wrote her letters in this room every chance she had gotten.

Ginny smiled as she read over one of the lines that told how silly Sherise felt because

her favorite thing in this room was the vanity, she would sit in front of it for hours and just brush

her hair. Sherise had been happy, but the other thing that kept her sanity was taken away from

her.

Her husband was a rich man, powerful, but he began to grow distant from Sherise. His

wife believed that he was starting to become interested in some magic that was spreading

around the more devious wizards, that he was dabbling too much in Dark Magic.

Before he had began to push away from Sherise, her husband and her had a favorite

place in the grounds. That Sherise had made and taken care of, a garden that was at the edge of

the grounds.

In her letters Sherise had described the garden with so much detail to her sister

Elizabeth, that the thought of this place alone made Ginny's eyes tear.

"You wouldn't believe it Elizabeth! Now that the spring has warmed the air, and rain,

the flowers have all opened up. To get to the garden, you follow a path inside a maze of tall

shrubbery, then you find the door. The door is black iron, with ivy crawling up it, as though it

wants to be hidden from anyone who passes by. But once you open the door, you walk down

some circular stone steps set in a lush grass slope and through a tall stone archway. The

archways are thin pillars, that circle the main part of the garden, aged and also covered in dark

ivy. Then you see it, a pond in the center, an solemn statue of an angel sitting in the center and

the water surrounded by stones. White lilies float on the surface, and fishes of all colours swim

in the shallow waters.

The flowers are everywhere, the only way you cant trample on the beautiful things is by

following a small path that spreads out made of white and grey stepping-stones. But the flowers

are so beautiful I could stare at them forever, if Heaven doesn't have flowers as beautiful as

these Lizzie, then I never want to die.

So many colours, more colours then I have ever seen in paintings or expensive clothes,

or even from the rainbow. Blue and pink tulips, with bright green stems that bend slightly in the

breeze. So many red and white roses, crawling up the pillars, and other small statues, the back

of the stone bench. The smell of them lingers on you all night even if you left the garden at dawn,

only being among them long enough to inhale. The violets, the blue bells, the dragon snaps and

the white lilies, I cant wait to show you.

I feel so at peace when I'm there with my husband, we just sit for ages looking at all the

colours while he sometimes plays his violin. I hope you can come soon so I can show you my

sacred paradise.

Love always

Your sister Sherise."

But something had gone wrong, once her son was seven, the son and father had

stopped coming into the garden. They never visited anymore, and when Sherise would ask why

they would laugh at her and go into their study. Shutting her out. Elizabeth warned her, to try

and bring her son back to her, to try and get close to him before she lost him. Elizabeth felt that

Sherise's husband had fallen so deep into the dark arts, at such a young age, that it had begun

to consume him. Her husband was lost.

Sherise wrote back saying she tried, but her husband did something she never thought

he would do. She had gotten into a fight with him, he said he didn't want his son back in that

'swamp' she called a garden. And she had to get her head out of the clouds and see that the

times were slowly changing, she couldn't stay in that garden forever. He would make sure of

that.

Her husband, named Cain, had dragged her outside by her wrist and forced her to

watch as he cursed her garden with Dark Ancient Magic. The flowers wilted, the ivy crumbled

and the statues grew grim and evil faces.

The pond turned black full of rotten decay, and where the roses once were the petals

burned magically into the air and were replaced with large and poisonous looking thorns. Cain

threw her out of the garden where she landed roughly on the cold stone, cutting her hand badly

on a jagged rock. Then Cain sealed the door, cursing the garden to always be dead, then

Sherise was forced to watch as poisonous thistles covered the door, to be sealed forever. She

could see it from the house, the painful memories to haunt her until she died, her paradise was

now a decaying hell.

Sherise had kept they key, but told her sister what had happened as she was confined

to her husbands room every day, in terrible mental and emotional agony. It was then her sister

sent her a long spell that Ginny saw at the bottom of a letter, the spell was to be used by

Sherise. Sherise would never use dark magic, but this curse was so strong it couldn't be undone

by good magic alone, so if Sherise said this spell while touching the door to the garden, it would

enchant it to only sleep. The garden would stay dead, until...

The end of the paper was ripped, so Ginny couldn't read the end of how it could be

awakened. The curse was still there, the garden still appeared to be dead, but somehow this

spell Sherise had read had helped it become eventually able to be re grown. For it to come

back when something, a something Ginny didn't know, happened.

Ginny's eyes widened and she suddenly got an idea and excitement perked up inside of

her. Draco had forbidden her to go into the backgrounds behind the wall, but didn't he say

before that the wall was the end of the property? Was it possible that maybe, Sherise's cursed

garden lay dormant behind that stone slab?

Ginny ran to her trunk and threw open the lid, she quickly tore off a small piece of

parchment and scribbled down with her quill:

"Harry, I'm sorry to bother you but I really really need to cash in that favor you owe

me. You know the one that has to do with me not-telling-anyone-about-you-wearing-

cocoanuts-and-a-grass-skirt-at-my-twentieth-birthday? Well that favor, I know your on

vacation and I know it means a lot to you but I really need to borrow your invisibility cloak.

Only for a few days I have some things that I need to check out, their pretty important and I

promise nothing will happen to it. If so send it with my bird, or instead send me a letter saying

I'm off my rocker, either way I'll still be able to be friends with you. I may not like you anymore

but I may be your friend, just kidding you Harry.

Ginny."

Sighing she went over to her trunk and pulled out a brightly coloured, India-style bottle

with a crystal stopper. Gently she took off the cap and tilted it onto her bed. A pink and silver

smoke came out and started whirling quickly shimmering with millions of sparkles, suddenly the

smoke collected into a small sphere before expanding quietly in the form of a bright and tropical bird. This had been a present from her brother Charlie, who found this exotic creature when

he was searching for Dragons in India. Though the name for this amazing bird was in a language

Ginny couldn't say or remember, it was sort of like a phoenix in some ways. Instead of being

reborn in fire, it slept in the form of smoke, that had to be kept in a small space otherwise the

bird could be swept away on the breeze and get injured.

It had the same basic shape of a phoenix, with long tail feathers and large graceful

wings. This creature, that Ginny had named Starfire, was just as reliable as an owl but faster.

Ginny stroked the creatures soft head, Starfire coed softly, a noise that tinkled like a music box.

With gentle fingers Ginny tied the letter to the birds leg and let it nuzzle her affectionately before

letting Starfire fly out through the window.

"I hope Harry gets this before my curiosity gets the best of me." she sighed before

heading downstairs for some late night tea.

Starfire the creature is mine, i own it, the name Starfire is from teen titans (cutest show ever!!)

Sherise, Cain, and Elizabeth are mine..who are they..I dunno ..oh yah wait ME!! heh
Now who really was sherise?