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AU: This is an intro only, promise more later if people likes! Review please with suggestions and praise, all flames only add to the inferno of our evil imagination
Ginny stared straight ahead in the train compartment, trying and failing to keep memories at bay. So many things happened, and not two years ago she was sitting here, crying her eyes out on the way to America. Everything was so different now. Everything had changed.
On her very first year, the year that every student would take experience from and form their whole relationship with the school and it's inhabitants, in that fragile year, her life was shattered. She was possessed, forced to do things she didn't want to do, and the worst thing was that she remembered now. She remembered her body moving without her permission, smearing the words on the wall in her own blood and trapping herself within the chamber of secrets, while she yelled and screamed and fought inside her own head against a will that was far greater than her own.
Yet, she survived. She lived on, she put it behind her, even though every night she woke in nightmares. The second year she came, thinking that there was no way that she could ever fit in, ever be able to come to like the place as much as the other students. That was when he came. Her knight in shinning armor, the one who saved her, not once, but twice from herself. The first time being when he brought her out of the Chamber of Secrets; the second being when on that first, depressing day of school that second year, he asked her out. She didn't know why, at first. She knew that he knew she had affections for him the first year, but he did nothing to encourage her. It was good for a while, and she was so happy. Happier than she had ever been. Until the day, about a month into school.
She had just finished Potions, and was looking foreword to a nice back massage, the kind that Harry could always do perfectly to melt away all the tension of the day. She had opened door to the room that they always came to, their secret place where they could talk, could kiss, among other things. She opened the door to their secret place, to see a shirtless Harry begging someone, that wasn't her she couldn't see in the shadows to please come out. She remembered the words perfectly, they were etched in her mind.
"Please, I know it's forbidden, I know it seems wrong, but truly it is perfect. It just makes sense! We've been together all this time! When I kissed you, I know you felt something! Come out, please..."
She had quietly shut the door, and stood there for minutes, unable to speak, silent tears running down her face. The first thought in her head when she got her sense back was to go to Hermione. She was so smart, she could figure out something to do. She searched everywhere but couldn't find her. Realization hit her, and she knew then that it must have been Hermione in that room, with her boyfriend. She knew it had to be true because she had seen them together before, talking so...intimately. Why didn't she notice it before?
She wasn't able to bring herself to talk to Hermione, or even her parents. She just went straight to Dumbledor, pleading to him that he let her go into the transfer program to America, saying that she couldn't stand being in Hogwarts because of the past years events. Dumbledor allowed her to, and she went off on her own right away without even stopping at her house (since she did, after all have all of her stuff, and did not feel like confronting her parents). Of course, Dumbledor sent an owl to her parents, so they knew, but he had not known she went off on her own. Over the past two years, she ignored her family's letters, except for a few now and then, sending out a couple concise letters to them saying she was okay. Whenever they asked questions, she simply ignored them.
But now, two years in America, and of thinking to herself about how to get Harry back, things were different; and it was going to be one hell of a school year.
AU: This is an intro only, promise more later if people likes! Review please with suggestions and praise, all flames only add to the inferno of our evil imagination
Ginny stared straight ahead in the train compartment, trying and failing to keep memories at bay. So many things happened, and not two years ago she was sitting here, crying her eyes out on the way to America. Everything was so different now. Everything had changed.
On her very first year, the year that every student would take experience from and form their whole relationship with the school and it's inhabitants, in that fragile year, her life was shattered. She was possessed, forced to do things she didn't want to do, and the worst thing was that she remembered now. She remembered her body moving without her permission, smearing the words on the wall in her own blood and trapping herself within the chamber of secrets, while she yelled and screamed and fought inside her own head against a will that was far greater than her own.
Yet, she survived. She lived on, she put it behind her, even though every night she woke in nightmares. The second year she came, thinking that there was no way that she could ever fit in, ever be able to come to like the place as much as the other students. That was when he came. Her knight in shinning armor, the one who saved her, not once, but twice from herself. The first time being when he brought her out of the Chamber of Secrets; the second being when on that first, depressing day of school that second year, he asked her out. She didn't know why, at first. She knew that he knew she had affections for him the first year, but he did nothing to encourage her. It was good for a while, and she was so happy. Happier than she had ever been. Until the day, about a month into school.
She had just finished Potions, and was looking foreword to a nice back massage, the kind that Harry could always do perfectly to melt away all the tension of the day. She had opened door to the room that they always came to, their secret place where they could talk, could kiss, among other things. She opened the door to their secret place, to see a shirtless Harry begging someone, that wasn't her she couldn't see in the shadows to please come out. She remembered the words perfectly, they were etched in her mind.
"Please, I know it's forbidden, I know it seems wrong, but truly it is perfect. It just makes sense! We've been together all this time! When I kissed you, I know you felt something! Come out, please..."
She had quietly shut the door, and stood there for minutes, unable to speak, silent tears running down her face. The first thought in her head when she got her sense back was to go to Hermione. She was so smart, she could figure out something to do. She searched everywhere but couldn't find her. Realization hit her, and she knew then that it must have been Hermione in that room, with her boyfriend. She knew it had to be true because she had seen them together before, talking so...intimately. Why didn't she notice it before?
She wasn't able to bring herself to talk to Hermione, or even her parents. She just went straight to Dumbledor, pleading to him that he let her go into the transfer program to America, saying that she couldn't stand being in Hogwarts because of the past years events. Dumbledor allowed her to, and she went off on her own right away without even stopping at her house (since she did, after all have all of her stuff, and did not feel like confronting her parents). Of course, Dumbledor sent an owl to her parents, so they knew, but he had not known she went off on her own. Over the past two years, she ignored her family's letters, except for a few now and then, sending out a couple concise letters to them saying she was okay. Whenever they asked questions, she simply ignored them.
But now, two years in America, and of thinking to herself about how to get Harry back, things were different; and it was going to be one hell of a school year.