9-23-04
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I don't own HP.
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She awakens on a Sunday morning, hand me downs her prized possessions, her valued treasures. She now is in a pair of tattered old shoes, a torn old knitted jacket, that has been patched up so much, that it is multicolored. She wares old patched and ripped jeans, and a old torn sweater. She walks happily down old stairs, leading to a tiny old kitchen. Her mum is cooking a meal for kings, she looks to an old long table, with mis-matched chairs. She closes her eyes, the old table is gold, with the most marvelous silver ware the world could behold. She opens her eyes, and walks to a seat, it old wood legs are not even, she sits down and it wobbles. She closes her eyes yet away, and the chair is her thrown. She looks down to her self, on her gold thrown, and is dressed in the most beautiful clothes she has ever seen. She is a princess, who wears old tattered clothes, who looks like all others, but is special in her own way, and she wears a crown made of flowers, and with her wand, holds much power.
Her father is away, at work for the ministry, her mother tells her this, which cause's the girl to nod a simple yes. Just then her focus comes to the stairs, were her brother comes down with two of his best friends. They acknowledge her presence, with a wave and nod. She moves her head, to a boy with black hair and a sacred scar. She swears she could hear someone whisper in her ear, the voice so familiar, but she can't place it. The voice tells her to stop looking at the boy, and she listens so loyally to it, and wonders why. She shakes it off, as her mum drops three large pancakes on her plate. Her mum tells her to eat up, for she is rather thin. Then the girl just laughs, and tells her dear old mum, thats just the way she will always be. Her mother smiles, and walks over to her laughing brother, and she closes her eyes, and sees a red haired Court Jester, who's laugh is hearty, who makes a crowd laugh, but her gaze is moved, and her sense's blocked, she sees a prince with dark black hair, and deep lethal green eyes, his hair neat, not messy, like she expects. Then he walks over and whispers in her ear, his chilling cold voice runs through her head.
She opens her eyes and sees no gold, only the old beaten up home that is her palace, the place filled with old childhood dreams, a place that will never be empty, a place alway alive in her heart, she will never forget it, she knows that well.
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I hope this was not to confusing. But the first two chapters are meant to explain something. This one was from Ginny's point of view, I guess it easy to tell. It takes place before the war. I am trying to stay in character, hopefully it is. And again, thank you everyone who reviewed this!
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