Ginny Weasley stood in Remus Lupin's living room, waiting for him. She had to talk to him about her work. A picture of a boy with messy black hair on the mantle piece caught her eye. The picture smiled softly at her. She walked over to the picture and looked at it. Her eyes filled with tears. Her fist tightened remembering the feel of his soft hair. Her hands trembled as she ran her hand over the smooth glass. She broke her stare from the picture. She couldn't bear to look at it again. She turned around and a tear fell down her cheek. Someone brushed it away. She looked up her; heart full of hope. But there was no one there. She sat down on the sofa and closed her eyes. The stone walls of Hogwarts came back to her. She remembered perfectly, although it was a long time ago. She smiled to herself as her mind took her back...
When Harry Potter caught the eye of Ginny Weasley, she blushed and immediately looked back down at her book. Of course she never read it. She just merely glance through the book pretending to read it. Everyone knew that Ginny fancied Harry; that was no secret. Ginny always knew he would never really like her. She knew that he would always think of her as "Ron's little sister." Ginny always wondered if somehow she could go back in time and start from the beginning. Ginny's heart yearned for Harry. Maybe there is a way. Maybe she could start off differently. She sure hoped so.
What was she thinking?
Of course there was a way. This was a world of magic, wasn't it? Yes, Ginny thought, there must be a way. Could it be a spell? No. A potion, perhaps? Yes, and if she drinks it she would be transported back in time. And she could start over. A smile formed on her lips.
Yes... She could start over.
She stood up out of her chair, and walked over to the 'P' section of the library. Po, she thought running her finger along the bottom of the book. Potions. Potions. Ahh. She found an assortment of books about all kinds of potions. She didn't know where to start so she took 10 to start. With a stack of books up to her eyes she struggled to her common room. She was half way there when she tripped over something and fell. She fell flat on her face. She lied there on the ground for a couple seconds, biting her lip trying hard not to cry. The fall hurt a lot. She looked up and was not surprised when she was Draco Malfoy standing there with his left foot extended. She knew he tripped her on purpose. That was no surprise.
"Oops," he drawled. "Sorry, didn't see you there. Father always said I had bad eye-sight. But I could smell that awful smell of your robes a kilometer away. Your brother has that smell, too. I guess your just too poor to clean yourself." He snickered along with his two bodyguards. Ginny felt her face grow hot.
"Ginny are you ok?" another voice came. She looked up to see Colin Creevy and his brother Dennis helping her pick up her books.
"Yeah, thanks Colin," she said, her voice trembling. She was on the verge of tears. She took her books and stuffed five books under each arm. She could hear the hooting laughter from the crowd and knew Malfoy had cracked another joke about her family. She felt the warm tears stream down her cheeks. She muttered the password to the fat lady and ran up to her dormitory. She slammed the door closed and pulled the curtains around her bed, not caring about the other girls in the room. She dropped her books on the floor and fell onto her bed. She cried silently, and soon heard the door open and close. The girls must have gone out.
She was always made fun of. She had hardly any friends because ever since her first year people had thought she was crazy. Was it her fault Tom Riddle had used her? He was kind to talk to and helped with her problems. She wanted to talk to Tom right now. Tom sorted things out for her and cleared her mind. And this wasn't the first time she had wanted to talk to Tom after the incident. She had no one to talk to anymore. True, a couple times Hermione Granger was there to talk, but Hermione started becoming intrested in other things now, she didn't have time to talk to Ginny anymore.
Ginny sighed and sat up wiping the tears from her eyes. She reached on the floor below her picking up the closest book. Potions and Other Assorted Solutions. She turned to the back of the book and looked through the index. She yawned and turned to her side. Forty winks, she thought, fourty winks and I'll get back to work. But before she knew it she was in a deep sleep.
Ginny yawned and glanced over at her clock. 17:30. Her eyes were dry. It took her a minute or two to realize the events that had happened the earlier. It was then that she had actually realized the time. Only 17:30? She couldn't believe it. What time had she fallen asleep. What time did she get the books? She stomach gave a lurch. Maybe I should go get dinner. She decided she would. She grabbed the book she had fallen asleep with that was tossed to the side of her bed. She walked out of the common room and down to breakfast. She sat alone on the bench and browsed through the index again. She took the smallest piece of chicken she could find and nibbled on it. Let's see, she thought. What would a potion like that be called? After she was sure she couldn't find it, she decided to go back to the common room to search through her other books, abandonning her food.
As Ginny stepped into the common room she realized she could just ask Hermione if there was a potion that did that. But Ginny needed an excuse. She could say it was for a potions essay. No. Or maybe she could say it was extra credit. Yes, extra credit sounded reasonable. But would Snape give out extra credit? No, she didn't really think so. Maybe she could say she wanted to become a little more advance in Potions. Yes, hopefully that would work. Ginny spotted Hermione reading at one of the tables next to Harry and Ron playing chess. When she saw Harry her heart skipped a beat and she was a bit nervous about going over there. She decided just to whisper in Hermione's ear. She walked over to her.
"Hermione," Ginny said quietly. "Will you--"
"Sorry Ginny. Not now. I have to study for a big exam. Talk to me again later, ok?"
Ginny felt quite hurt at this. What was she thinking? She didn't need Hermione. She could do it all by herself.
A couple hours later Ginny had gone through every book and still had no luck. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. It was 24:00 and she decided to go to sleep. She would look tomorrow again in the library. Maybe under the 'T' section, for 'Time.' Ginny became excited about thinking of that. She smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep, again.
Ginny awoke later with a start. She sat up in bed panting and sweating. Ginny had been in a wide room. She saw someone there. Someone taller than her with messy black hair. "Harry?" she said. She walked closer to the person. She extended her arm to the person. He turned around but Ginny couldn't see his face. Was that Harry? There was no sign of his scar. Suddenly the ground began to shake and it split. Ginny jumped to the side, but the person just stood there. The ground was splitting farther now. Then there was a light shown on the person. And with a flash he was gone. "No!" Ginny called. She had thought she had saw Harry's face, "Harry!"
Reminicising, the dream gave Ginny the chills. She closed her eyes and there was the face from her dream. She saw the look of terror in his eyes. Harry, she thought. But was that Harry? There was something that reminded her of Harry but she wasn't sure if that was really him. She began to get very cold. She pulled her sheets up over her body and trembled.
Ginny had not gone back to sleep after her dream. She lay awake staring at the ceiling. Finally some other girls in her dormitory started waking up. So Ginny got up herself. She picked out her robes and took them to the bathroom where she changed. She got ready and walked down to breakfast.
She placed her napkin in her lap and placed a few of the pastries into her napkin. She would take them to the library to eat later. She carefully placed the folded up napkin in her bag and walked over to the library. She prayed the whole way there that she would not run into Malfoy. She got there without any major mishaps. She walked to the 'T' section. Time. Time. Time. There were a few books. There was one on the time turner. Ginny knew Hermione had one. But Hermione would never let her borrow it. But the Time Turner could go back in time. Ginny wondered where she could get one. She sighed and gave up on the idea. She then came across a book called Time Twister It had potion recipies for going back in time five minutes or three hundred years. She looked at the spine of the book and saw a red 'R.' That meant it was supposed to be in the restricted section. Ginny wondered why the book wasn't there, but she didn't give it up. She merely took the book to the back of the library at an empty table.
She opened the cover of the book and looked at the last check out date. November 9, 1978. Wow that was a long time ago. Ginny opened the book, to the index. She had decided to go back five years. She read the ingredients she needed. There were a lot of things here that she had never heard of before, but she knew most of the ingredients she could get at the student store cupboard. She just realized another problem though. If Madame Pince saw that it belonged in the restricted section, she wouldn't give it back to Ginny. Ginny decided to copy down the page. She took out her parchment, quill, and ink and began to copy down everything exactly as it was spelled. If she spelled anything wrong, she might get confused with something else and the potion might not turn out the way she wanted it to.
Pickeled Pixi Pangs, she read, Pickeled Pixi Pangs, she copied. Ginny started getting excited. Chopped Horn of a Bicorn. After Ginny read that she remembered when she was a little girl. She had loved unicorns a lot. And without thinking Ginny wrote down Chopped Horn of a Unicorn.
And that's where everything went wrong.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. J.K. Rowling owns the characters, and I did not make up the plot. It's been done like a thousand times before.
A/N: Well, that was my first fic. Yes, sorry if it starts off a bit slow. I know this has been done a million times before, but I am trying to avoid all the ciches. Well, we'll see how that goes :/. Please review and give me some feedback. Thanks!