Sigh of the Green Lady -FilidhNiamh

AN- Yeah, I'm back. Beware, nothing from here matches up to the books, including Ginny's name. Bear in mind that I wrote all this probably about the time of the third book.

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs totally and completely to J.K. Rowling, as well as all of his world and such associated things. Much thanks to her!

Chapter One: SANCTUARY

Ginny Weasley walked, head down and shoulders hunched, to Sanctuary.Sanctuary was her twin brothers, Fred and George's, outdoors hideaway and had been used for their various pranks; but with them gone, it had been bestowed, with great heeing and hawing, to her. It was a veritable house completely embedded a great oak overlooking the lake. With wooden planks for the floor, it was made nigh invisible to the casual passer-by, but of course the protective and invisibility spells didn't hurt.

She had been using this place ever since the incident in her first year with Tom Riddle with Fred and George's blessing. Few knew how he had used and abused her, in mind and body, how he had broken her will, the effects of which she was still suffering when the shadows of her bed hangings grew long upon the floor and the night seemed to close in about her.

But the day at least was hers.

The witch tapped on the trunk of the tree three times and whispered the password.

"Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die." She smiled sadly at the password but her shoulders sagged at the reminder of past hurts.She had dated the SOB for awhile, until she found his tongue stuffed down Chang's throat. Oh how naive she had been! She had beat herself up for that for awhile. Never trust anyone, she thought to herself, her inner voice tinged with pain and remorse. If there was one thing she had learned, that was it.

A door in the oak appeared and a gnarled branch protruded to serve as a doorknob. Ginny pulled it open with the ease of long practice and descended into the gloom.

With a hasty incantation, small balls of fire erupted from the tip of Ginny's wand that lit every candle in the house. The candles illuminated four adjoining rooms on three storeys, all within the massive tree and magicked to fit like in the Weasley's car. The first floor was a small kitchen that coupled nicely with the entryway and a small dining table with a good view of the outside world through a charmed window that allowed one to look out but no one else to look in.

The second story was a library filled with books on every subject an avid reader could desire. Bookcases lined the walls, framing a giant fireplace that was the main source of heat throughout the house in the winter. Before it sat small coffee table and on it a large reading candle, a threadbare loveseat, and a bookmarked book Ginny had been reading earlier, emblazoned across the cover 'Spells for the Exceptionally Charmed'.

On the third story dwelled Ginny's pride and joy, her writer's workshop. Everything a writer could ever want or need, all in one tiny room. It had quills of all sizes; a whole shelf devoted to different kinds of inks, rolls upon rolls of parchment, and a writing table just the right size for Ginny's long legs. The fourth room was just a bathroom off the library and nothing special.She climbed the stairs carefully and sat down at the little wooden desk in her workshop, drew a roll of parchment from a shelf beside her, and unfurled it. It was a manuscript to her latest novel, one that she believed would be a big hit—if anyone ever were ever to read it that was.

With a look of utmost love, she began to write.


The small clock it the kitchen chimed loudly, striking ten p.m. and tearing Ginny painfully away from her writing. With a small sigh of dismay, Ginny screwed the lid on to her ink and rolled up the scroll. After cleaning up a bit in the bathroom, she deemed it was time to return to the real world.As she exited her haven to return to the castle, Ginny's hunch became more and more pronounced. The winter wind ruffling her hair, the red copper framing her it into her face; in the dying rays of the sun it looked like some fiery halo or proud banner.

Aware of this fact and hating to call more attention to herself than absolutely necessary, she grabbed her hair fiercely and began to draw a ribbon from her pocket before it was ripped from her fingers and sent dancing merrily across the grounds—

Into the outstretched hand of none other than Draco Malfoy. Ginny stared at him for a moment, uncomfortably aware of the cruel irony of the situation. She hated Malfoy and so, of course, the Fates sent her in a head-long collision course with the boy.

It took him a moment to register his good luck and when his eyes found hers, he flashed a malicious grin. "Did the Weasel-brat loose something?"

Ginny closed her eyes momentarily. Just what I don't need.

"Please, Malfoy, just give it back." She said quickly, before her courage gave out. It came out sounding a mouse squeak but the witch gave herself a pat on the back for having said it at all.

"You're pathetic!" Jeered Malfoy, "'Please Malfoy, just give it ba-a-ack!'" He gave a cruel, if accurate imitation of her squeak and Ginny cringed. "Small wonder Potty left you for that Chang girl. Even if she's a little snot, she's willing to demand the attention she wants."

He had hit the nail on the head and they both knew it: the gospel truth of the matter was Harry simply liked a more forceful woman than what Ginny.

The witch swiped a shaky hand across her eyes and glared at the boy in front of her. Malfoy, however, began to grin even wider, eyes slitted in pleasure."Oooo, you gonna cry Weasel? How pitiful."

"As if you were capable of feeling pity, you monstrosity!" Ginny snapped weakly. Malfoy laughed, the sound echoing through her ears.

"Hark hark! Hear the lion roar!" That sent him off into another bout of laughter, which came to an abrupt halt. "Virginia?" For once in his life, as it seemed to Ginny, he wasn't mocking. "Did Riddle hurt you?"

Ginny stiffened, squaring her shoulders before letting her breath out in a whoosh. How he dared…? Why the hell would she tell him what she could not speak of to her mother, with her tears, or to her father, with his quiet, easy listening.

"Who?" She asked, ice latticing over her every word to hang between them but she knew the answer. Her tears seemed to freeze upon her cheeks and her breaths came in uneven gasps, fury and the fear crowding out all other thoughts in her head.

"You know who Ginny." He said, his tone expressionless but eyes tracking the way her wild gaze ran back and forth as to track an unseen enemy.

"Stay away from me!" She hissed, one trembling hand snaking into her robes to withdraw her wand to brandish it before her. "You bastards had better stay away or so help me God!"

"Ah, Virginia," Malfoy tutted, "Curiosity compelled me to ask so don't have a cow."

"Why do you care?" She asked, almost afraid of what the answer would be. Her wand shook in her outstretched hand.

"I don't, Weasley; don't kid yourself. It's just I wondered if you still lived up to your name, Virginia." This was just too much and Ginny sprinted past him, her feet already picking out the familiar path to Sanctuary. Malfoy's eyes burned into her back but she didn't dare look back.


Draco watched the red head as she vanished into the rapidly falling night. He didn't wonder why he was being so vicious to her particularly; it wasn't to a snake to question its urge to put venom into a foot near in the grass, just as it wasn't to Draco to question his motives in tormenting a young girl.

So Tom had gotten her... Draco mused disinterestedly, an emotion kin to pity welling for a moment in the heart three sizes too small. He headed towards the huge door leading to the Great Hall. With some effort on his part, he swung the door open and made his entrance.All eyes turned to him and he stalked across to the Slytherin table, glaring at their questioning eyes. Blaise Zambini quickly vacated his seat and he sat down.

"What?" He barked and the Slytherins hastily averted their eyes. Smirking, Draco filled up a heaping platter.


Ginny raced to Sanctuary, stumbling and weeping and never so happy to be within its comforting rooms. She collapsed on the chair in the library, only rousing herself to clean cuts in the bathroom. Sleepily, she decided that she would, in the morning, put another addition onto Sanctuary and sleep there instead of in the dormitory. There would, of course be rumors, but she didn't care. It wasn't as if her 'status' could sink any lower.


AN: Not my best by any stretch but it's...it was my first so it has a special place in my heart. I'm sure you all know what I mean, so, please, bear with me. lol.