AN: Don't kill me. I know its been forever since I've updated, but with school and all I just haven't had the time. So now I'm updating and I promise a long chapter. But only this once! Well Enjoy!
After a few weeks I wasn't having the best of luck. Ron gave me dirty looks whenever he saw me, which wasn't often since I stayed in the same classroom all day with Dumbledore. I was having the hardest time catching up. I, after all, am two years out of practice. I barely remembered the things I was taught the last time I had attended Hogwarts. If Hogwarts had a Dark Arts class then I would probably pass it with flying colours. I remember every curse, every hex that was ever put on me.
It hurt though, that Ron thought so low of me. Besides giving me death stares he hasn't done much. Though if I know my brother he'll confront me sooner or later. The other day I overheard one of his conversations with harry. Ron said 'If she's anything like the rest of her family, she belongs in Azkaban.'. I didn't know what exactly he meant by that at the time, but I figured it out later. The Blacks are a well known Voldemort supporters, of course all with the exception of Sirius Black who was innocent of any crime. Though he was dead, or so I was told. I bet my idiot brother didn't think of him as he was sizing down the Black family in front of Harry... after all Sirius Black was harry's godfather.
But like I said, it hurt that Ron didn't recognize me, or was even nice. And when I felt the tears coming I held them back. I've had my share of cries in the last few years. I'd seen stuff that would send Ron into a fit of sobbing. I would not cry!
A few girls came into the dormitory in a fit of giggles, but quickly stopped when they noticed I was there. They got quiet really fast and sent some worried glances my way as they moved about the room. It was as though they were afraid I'd snap at them or something. I didn't really care much about them. We hadn't exactly been close a few years ago either. Though back then they weren't so careful around me, no they had been careless and ruthless. They had pretended as though I wasn't even there back in those days. Everything has changed!
Realizing I was making everyone uncomfortable, I left the room. Once I closed the door I could hear the girls start talking again. I rolled my eyes and continued down the stairs to the common room. I sat down in a corner, unnoticed... surprisingly. Ron, Harry, and a few others that I recognized - Seamus, Neville, and Collin- were sitting in front of the fire. Ron was doing the talking at the moment, and not all that quietly either.
"That Black bitch has got to go!" He said. "She's nothing but trouble."
"She seemed really nice to me." said Neville.
"When have you ever talked to her?" asked Seamus.
Neville seemed to think. The others just burst out laughing at his forgetfulness. 'Poor Neville' I thought. 'He doesn't have very good friends, not even amongst his own house.'
"I can't remember..." Neville said, sending the boys into another laughing spree. "...but I remember that she didn't say anything mean."
"She never attends classes. I though maybe she wasn't in sixth year. But I asked Dumbledore. She's in sixth year alright." Collin said.
"Not one class?" Ron asked.
"Nope"
"See Harry, she is trouble. She'll cost us a gizillion points." Told Ron.
"I wonder why she hasn't been expelled yet. You would think she would be, with her not going to class and all." Seamus concluded.
Harry looked at his friends. He had to admit there was something very odd about the new girl, and something very familiar too. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
"She should be expelled. We don't need a trollop like her lurking around the school. She's nothing but trouble." Ron said. "I say that she's in league with Voldemort. She's a death eater, and a whore.
I couldn't take it anymore I had to get out of there. I stood up from my seat in the corner and headed for the portrait. Unfortunately my idiot brother finally noticed me.
"Well, well. If it isn't the death eater hiding in the Lion's den." Ron shouted at me most evilly.
A thousand things went through my head. Come backs, snarky comments. But I ignored them and said something that threw them all off. "I'm sorry about your brother, Ron, and I'm sorry about your sister." and I walked out of the portrait.
I walked around for a while. I didn't really care where I went, but somehow I ended up in the Astronomy Tower. The tower had always been a hot spot for students to come and... well you know. I decided that I didn't want to be there, and that I wanted a bit of fresh air. So instead of staying safely inside the tower I climbed out of one of its windows and on to the roof.
It was a gorgeous view from there. I could see the lake and the surrounding mountain range. The sun was in midst of setting and not far off I could see Slytherin practicing out on the quidditch pitch. The Forbidden forest seemed to be a shadow to the rest of the beautiful scene. It was quiet out here and somewhat peaceful. Though with the forest right there it reminded me of darker times.
flashback
I was laying on a table, just as I had been for hours. I hadn't had anything to eat that day and I was hungry beyond belief, but I wouldn't complain. They would only punish me. The room was dark, but I could see two death eaters standing in the corner. They had suddenly stopped torturing me over an hour ago and I didn't know why. Usually they would just take me back to my cell when they were done.
The door suddenly opened and another two death eaters came into the room with a prisoner. At first I didn't know who it was. I was taken off the table.
"You're late" said one of my torturers to the new arrivals.
"Ah shut up!" they said.
They hauled the prisoner on the table as I was being dragged out. It was then that I realized who it was.
"George!" I screamed. "George!"
"Ginny?" was all I heard before the door slammed close. When I was half way dragged down the hall I could hear my brother's screams.
End Flashback
I never saw George again. I felt tears run down my cheeks. I would cry for George. And I would cry for the others I had seen. But I would not pity myself.
"And so we meet again." said a voice.
I jumped at the voice and glanced up at the sound. Ten feet in front of me sat Draco Malfoy on his broom. I thought it was weird that he would find me here, but then he must have seen me from the pitch.
"You're crying." He stated
"I realize"
He seemed concerned over me. I wasn't something I expected from him. The Draco Malfoy I knew would never care about a Weasley. Though I guess I wasn't a Weasley right now. I was a Black, or so he thought.
"Is something in your eye?" He asked "Or did someone maul you over?" I smirked at his little joke.
"Just remembering the past." I told him.
"Oh?" he said as he got off his broom and sat down next to me. I held my breath for a moment before I realized he wasn't going to hurt me. "Why? What happened?"
"My brother... he was murdered by..."
"Voldemort?" Draco supplied. I only nodded my head. "I can understand the tears now." as he leaned over to brush my tears away. Which was rather sweet of him. "But if it brings you so much pain, why think about it?"
"It's hard not to." I told him. Then I thought for a bit, and Draco sat there in silence as though he expected me to say more. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"Because I'm a Gryffindor." I told him. "I thought you had a vendetta against my house. I've...heard things about you. Most say nasty things about you. So why are you being so nice to me, a Gryffindor?"
"I don't know who you've been talking to. I don't really care. I came here to talk. Though this is not the conversation I had in mind." Draco said, nearly shouted, defensively.
"I didn't..."
"You Gryffindors" he interrupted. "Always think the worst of my house. Death Eaters, they call us. But we're not as bad as everyone thinks." He said as he got back on his broom. "Why I though you would be any different, I don't know." Then he took off on his broom.
I hadn't meant to pick a fight, as I tried to explain. I only wanted to know what changed him. He wasn't he nasty, spoiled brat that I remembered.
I watched Draco land his broom somewhere along the lake. He picked up a rock and skipped it along the lake's surface. He was right, I had to admit. The Slytherins weren't all that bad. Sure they teased first years and did a lot of rotten things, but they didn't do anything without cause. Ron and Harry often bugged the Slytherins, and Cho Chang once tried to smash Collin's camera because she found him annoying. I grimaced at the thought of Cho. She had been one of the prisoners in the Riddle dungeons. I will not think about it. Draco was right about that too. I shouldn't think about things like that.
I looked up at the sky. The sun had finally set and the stars were out. I sighed deeply, and went back inside. When I was in the tower I heard some giggling and got the hell out of there. I didn't want to see anything anybody was doing, especially in a dark, secluded tower.
Somehow I managed to sneak past Filch and his cat a couple of times -our paths kept crossing for some strange reason- and got back to the portrait of the fat lady without being caught. Once inside the common room I realized that the boys were still talking in front of the fire.
"Dad said Mum hasn't stopped crying. It was bad enough George is dead, but Ginny too..? They haven't even found her body." She heard Ron say.
"Ron you don't have to talk about this." Neville said. "We all know."
"Yes, but they never found her body." said Seamus. Collin gave him a nasty look.
"Seamus, you idiot. Stop talking about Ginny. She's dead! No one can find her."
"I miss her. I wish I could see her one last time" Ron said as Harry patted his shoulder. I thought how funny Ron was. Here I am attending Hogwarts under my brother's nose and he doesn't even know it. Not to mention he treats me badly. "But she's dead, and I'll never see her again. I just feel really bad, especially for my Mum. She just won't stop crying."
My heart panged. Mum! Oh merlin, I missed her. If she only knew. If she...
Not wanting to heat any more I went to my dorm. I was going to get ready for bed when I spotted some parchment and a quill on my desk. I thought for a second then quickly wrote:
Don't cry Mum!
Ginny
I made one last trip to the owlery before I turned in for the night.
AN: Well I said it was going to be long. ok so its not long, long. but it is longer than most of my chapters. Oh come on! review, flame, or do not thing at all. It's all good.
After a few weeks I wasn't having the best of luck. Ron gave me dirty looks whenever he saw me, which wasn't often since I stayed in the same classroom all day with Dumbledore. I was having the hardest time catching up. I, after all, am two years out of practice. I barely remembered the things I was taught the last time I had attended Hogwarts. If Hogwarts had a Dark Arts class then I would probably pass it with flying colours. I remember every curse, every hex that was ever put on me.
It hurt though, that Ron thought so low of me. Besides giving me death stares he hasn't done much. Though if I know my brother he'll confront me sooner or later. The other day I overheard one of his conversations with harry. Ron said 'If she's anything like the rest of her family, she belongs in Azkaban.'. I didn't know what exactly he meant by that at the time, but I figured it out later. The Blacks are a well known Voldemort supporters, of course all with the exception of Sirius Black who was innocent of any crime. Though he was dead, or so I was told. I bet my idiot brother didn't think of him as he was sizing down the Black family in front of Harry... after all Sirius Black was harry's godfather.
But like I said, it hurt that Ron didn't recognize me, or was even nice. And when I felt the tears coming I held them back. I've had my share of cries in the last few years. I'd seen stuff that would send Ron into a fit of sobbing. I would not cry!
A few girls came into the dormitory in a fit of giggles, but quickly stopped when they noticed I was there. They got quiet really fast and sent some worried glances my way as they moved about the room. It was as though they were afraid I'd snap at them or something. I didn't really care much about them. We hadn't exactly been close a few years ago either. Though back then they weren't so careful around me, no they had been careless and ruthless. They had pretended as though I wasn't even there back in those days. Everything has changed!
Realizing I was making everyone uncomfortable, I left the room. Once I closed the door I could hear the girls start talking again. I rolled my eyes and continued down the stairs to the common room. I sat down in a corner, unnoticed... surprisingly. Ron, Harry, and a few others that I recognized - Seamus, Neville, and Collin- were sitting in front of the fire. Ron was doing the talking at the moment, and not all that quietly either.
"That Black bitch has got to go!" He said. "She's nothing but trouble."
"She seemed really nice to me." said Neville.
"When have you ever talked to her?" asked Seamus.
Neville seemed to think. The others just burst out laughing at his forgetfulness. 'Poor Neville' I thought. 'He doesn't have very good friends, not even amongst his own house.'
"I can't remember..." Neville said, sending the boys into another laughing spree. "...but I remember that she didn't say anything mean."
"She never attends classes. I though maybe she wasn't in sixth year. But I asked Dumbledore. She's in sixth year alright." Collin said.
"Not one class?" Ron asked.
"Nope"
"See Harry, she is trouble. She'll cost us a gizillion points." Told Ron.
"I wonder why she hasn't been expelled yet. You would think she would be, with her not going to class and all." Seamus concluded.
Harry looked at his friends. He had to admit there was something very odd about the new girl, and something very familiar too. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
"She should be expelled. We don't need a trollop like her lurking around the school. She's nothing but trouble." Ron said. "I say that she's in league with Voldemort. She's a death eater, and a whore.
I couldn't take it anymore I had to get out of there. I stood up from my seat in the corner and headed for the portrait. Unfortunately my idiot brother finally noticed me.
"Well, well. If it isn't the death eater hiding in the Lion's den." Ron shouted at me most evilly.
A thousand things went through my head. Come backs, snarky comments. But I ignored them and said something that threw them all off. "I'm sorry about your brother, Ron, and I'm sorry about your sister." and I walked out of the portrait.
I walked around for a while. I didn't really care where I went, but somehow I ended up in the Astronomy Tower. The tower had always been a hot spot for students to come and... well you know. I decided that I didn't want to be there, and that I wanted a bit of fresh air. So instead of staying safely inside the tower I climbed out of one of its windows and on to the roof.
It was a gorgeous view from there. I could see the lake and the surrounding mountain range. The sun was in midst of setting and not far off I could see Slytherin practicing out on the quidditch pitch. The Forbidden forest seemed to be a shadow to the rest of the beautiful scene. It was quiet out here and somewhat peaceful. Though with the forest right there it reminded me of darker times.
flashback
I was laying on a table, just as I had been for hours. I hadn't had anything to eat that day and I was hungry beyond belief, but I wouldn't complain. They would only punish me. The room was dark, but I could see two death eaters standing in the corner. They had suddenly stopped torturing me over an hour ago and I didn't know why. Usually they would just take me back to my cell when they were done.
The door suddenly opened and another two death eaters came into the room with a prisoner. At first I didn't know who it was. I was taken off the table.
"You're late" said one of my torturers to the new arrivals.
"Ah shut up!" they said.
They hauled the prisoner on the table as I was being dragged out. It was then that I realized who it was.
"George!" I screamed. "George!"
"Ginny?" was all I heard before the door slammed close. When I was half way dragged down the hall I could hear my brother's screams.
End Flashback
I never saw George again. I felt tears run down my cheeks. I would cry for George. And I would cry for the others I had seen. But I would not pity myself.
"And so we meet again." said a voice.
I jumped at the voice and glanced up at the sound. Ten feet in front of me sat Draco Malfoy on his broom. I thought it was weird that he would find me here, but then he must have seen me from the pitch.
"You're crying." He stated
"I realize"
He seemed concerned over me. I wasn't something I expected from him. The Draco Malfoy I knew would never care about a Weasley. Though I guess I wasn't a Weasley right now. I was a Black, or so he thought.
"Is something in your eye?" He asked "Or did someone maul you over?" I smirked at his little joke.
"Just remembering the past." I told him.
"Oh?" he said as he got off his broom and sat down next to me. I held my breath for a moment before I realized he wasn't going to hurt me. "Why? What happened?"
"My brother... he was murdered by..."
"Voldemort?" Draco supplied. I only nodded my head. "I can understand the tears now." as he leaned over to brush my tears away. Which was rather sweet of him. "But if it brings you so much pain, why think about it?"
"It's hard not to." I told him. Then I thought for a bit, and Draco sat there in silence as though he expected me to say more. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked him.
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"Because I'm a Gryffindor." I told him. "I thought you had a vendetta against my house. I've...heard things about you. Most say nasty things about you. So why are you being so nice to me, a Gryffindor?"
"I don't know who you've been talking to. I don't really care. I came here to talk. Though this is not the conversation I had in mind." Draco said, nearly shouted, defensively.
"I didn't..."
"You Gryffindors" he interrupted. "Always think the worst of my house. Death Eaters, they call us. But we're not as bad as everyone thinks." He said as he got back on his broom. "Why I though you would be any different, I don't know." Then he took off on his broom.
I hadn't meant to pick a fight, as I tried to explain. I only wanted to know what changed him. He wasn't he nasty, spoiled brat that I remembered.
I watched Draco land his broom somewhere along the lake. He picked up a rock and skipped it along the lake's surface. He was right, I had to admit. The Slytherins weren't all that bad. Sure they teased first years and did a lot of rotten things, but they didn't do anything without cause. Ron and Harry often bugged the Slytherins, and Cho Chang once tried to smash Collin's camera because she found him annoying. I grimaced at the thought of Cho. She had been one of the prisoners in the Riddle dungeons. I will not think about it. Draco was right about that too. I shouldn't think about things like that.
I looked up at the sky. The sun had finally set and the stars were out. I sighed deeply, and went back inside. When I was in the tower I heard some giggling and got the hell out of there. I didn't want to see anything anybody was doing, especially in a dark, secluded tower.
Somehow I managed to sneak past Filch and his cat a couple of times -our paths kept crossing for some strange reason- and got back to the portrait of the fat lady without being caught. Once inside the common room I realized that the boys were still talking in front of the fire.
"Dad said Mum hasn't stopped crying. It was bad enough George is dead, but Ginny too..? They haven't even found her body." She heard Ron say.
"Ron you don't have to talk about this." Neville said. "We all know."
"Yes, but they never found her body." said Seamus. Collin gave him a nasty look.
"Seamus, you idiot. Stop talking about Ginny. She's dead! No one can find her."
"I miss her. I wish I could see her one last time" Ron said as Harry patted his shoulder. I thought how funny Ron was. Here I am attending Hogwarts under my brother's nose and he doesn't even know it. Not to mention he treats me badly. "But she's dead, and I'll never see her again. I just feel really bad, especially for my Mum. She just won't stop crying."
My heart panged. Mum! Oh merlin, I missed her. If she only knew. If she...
Not wanting to heat any more I went to my dorm. I was going to get ready for bed when I spotted some parchment and a quill on my desk. I thought for a second then quickly wrote:
Don't cry Mum!
Ginny
I made one last trip to the owlery before I turned in for the night.
AN: Well I said it was going to be long. ok so its not long, long. but it is longer than most of my chapters. Oh come on! review, flame, or do not thing at all. It's all good.