Thanks to all who reviewed the new chapters! That would be... Chocolate Muse, goodmorning(iluvfrogs);):);(:P,
Liz (Grinning Penguin), A Devilish Angel, Erin (IrishFaery), Krisie (Ling), Chocolate Mousse, Tommy (Superness),
Spiffy Chan, Prongs, and Monika. Wow! Three lines. I think that's a record or something.
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sometimes
I fear
being alone-
the black
the silence
of my own thoughts
that ask me
why no one else is there
and I smile
and I apoligize
and I admit
I honestly
don't know
though
I wish
I did
-
The Forgotten and the Remembered
Chapter Three
-
Ginny boggled at how she could of been so foolish as to let herself owe Draco Malfoy a favor... but, as she
looked back on the situation, it was the only visible way out of the situation.
What would he ask for? Would he even keep his word? God, it was degrading to be at Malfoy's mercy.
Damn herself for forgetting the assignment!
She headed back to the dormitory, through the blackness of the deserted hallways and the ghostly
murmurings of the... well, ghosts. Finally she arrived at the foot of Gryffindor Tower and tapped the portrait
of the fat lady. who was quite peeved at being woken at the early hour, but let her pass through without
much fuss.
All that was left of her journey was passing through the common room; after that, she would be home-free.
No one would be in the room at this ungodly hour-
-but, of course, with Ginny's luck, there was.
A rather familiar figure sat across from the burning fire, leaning somewhat uncomfortably on a Gryffindor-red
sofa and letting his glassy eyes reflect the flames.
He slowly turned to face a pale-faced Ginny. His body was as real as it could possibly be- it wasn't just
a temporary illusion, but real!
"Tom," she said simply, trying to think of what was appropriate to do in a moment such as this. "Tom, I-"
Instead of trying to force more words out, she just walked over to the sofa and took a seat next to him,
setting the potion ingredients to the side. He pulled her to him in a tight embrace and held her until she fell
asleep.
-
Two years ago, without her parents' knowledge, Ginny had ventured into Knockturn Alley looking for a certain
diary.
The fourteen year old thought she was capable of defending herself in the strange territory where she had
been severely forbidden to go, though the few blocking spells she had learned were barely enough to stop
the jelly legs curse, if that.
She came upon a small, grungy bookstore that instantly came across to her as the type that would have a
such a thing as she was looking for, and without hesitation, went inside. The store was filled with tall,
intimidating bookshelves that caused the customer to have to walk around at least ten shelves until they
could reach a worker.
On her way to the center of the maze, Ginny's eyes skimmed over the titles, which were much more interesting
than the dull ones in Flourish and Blott's. Ginny picked up one titled *Seven Unspeakable Spells to Spite your
Foes* by Alira Gnoll and flipped through it until the illustrations became too much and she had to replace it with
the other books.
Another that caught her eye was a fairly new looking book that bore the title *The Reign of Voldemort*, which
she took with her.
After many minutes of being lost, she somehow found her way to a counter with a young clerk idly reading
'Witches of Wonder', a rough equivalent to Playboy in the muggle world. When he didn't look up when she
waited in front of him, she cleared her throat to gain his attention.
The young man's head snapped up, and Ginny let out a small gasp. It was Evan Sheikler, a Slytherin that had
graduated the year before.
"Yes? May I help you?" he asked monotonously, pushing his magazine out of sight.
Did he recognize her as a Weasley? Judging by his blank stare, she guessed not.
"Yes, I was looking for a small black diary about this big," she indicated the size with her hands, "that's blank
inside."
The boy gave her an exasperated look at sighed. "Look, this isn't a stationery shop. You can get that in
Diagon Alley, if you just-"
"Look," said Ginny, giving him as serious a face as she could manage, "This is not just a simple diary. You'll have
to trust me on this. It says 'Vauxhall Road' on the back, if that helps."
"Perhaps my father would know what you're talking about," he said. "Father!"
A balding, short man came to the front mumbling some curse words under his breath.
"Father, this girl wants to know if we have a black, blank diary that says 'Vauxhall Road' on the back," he recited.
"We don't carry things like that," he said quickly.
"I don't think you understand. It's actually- well, nevermind. I'll just take this, then," she said, not wishing to
prolong the encounter, putting the volume she had picked up earlier on the counter.
"Ten sickles," said the man, and eagerly accepted the coins.
Ginny murmured a thanks and found her way to the front of the store, where she stepped out onto the crowded
street. That store hadn't seemed *horribly* awful, like her mother had always told her all the stores were, though
some of the titles were a bit... questionable, to say the least. For a while she ambled around without much of
a goal in mind, and soon she had found herself in front of a pet store, a quite normal one by the looks of it.
Things in Knockturn Alley were there for a reason, she reminded herself. Curiousity aroused, she ventured in.
Owls, rats, cats- the normal pets- were in the front of the store, but in the back right corner there were animals
that she had never seen before, or rarely seen: large spiders and snakes, muscle-bound doglike creatures, bats,
and insects that were twice the size of the rats.
The snakes particularly fascinated her; she had been interested in snakes after her first year, when she had a
rather odd encounter with a basilisk.
While debating whether to get a small tawny owl on the other side of the store, Ginny began to hear some
voices in conversation, arguing over... who would get bought first? She looked around, trying to see who it could
be, though there was no one around that within speaking distance.
She wandered to the aisle where the snakes resided, and looked down it, but there was nothing.
And then, the voices again:
"How much do you bet this girl is going to buy me? C'mon!"
Ginny's lips moved, but no sound came out. What? How could it-
"Oh please, she's going to get something cute or cuddly... like a *cat* or something," said a voice scathingly.
"Are you- are you talking about me?" she managed. It didn't sound how she had meant it to, though. It came out in
a long, drawn out hiss that she didn't recognize as her own voice.
The snakes paused in conversation.
"A parseltongue?" one said, reverently.
"Er-" she edged away, towards the worker at the front and several cries from the snake cage followed her. She
found herself at the front of the store, with the manager.
"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked slowly.
"Um. Well, um. The snakes. You see. They're- Well. Um."
He was started to look annoyed. "Yes, they're snakes. What about them?"
"They. They- I want to get one," she finished on impulse.
"Oh, yes, well then. Which one would you like?" he asked, dropping the hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Any of them," Ginny said, trying not to listen to them yell at her to pick them.
The manager picked one up and placed in a small plastic cage, handing it to her.
"Well. Er. Thanks. How much is this again?" she stammered.
"Two galleons," he said, extending his hand to take the money. She handed it to him hesitantly (money was hard
to come by in the Weasley family) and walked quickly out of the store and out of Knockturn Alley.
-
"Mm," said Tom, smoothing Ginny's hair with his long, thin hands. "I didn't realize I put so much of myself in you,"
he whispered, suddenly feeling strangely awkward holding her in his arms. "And I suppose you've put some of yourself
in me."
-
A/N - GAH! I took way too long in getting this out. I wrote this all in one day, so I might make small changes to it
later, but I know I should probably get this out before I forget about this story altogether. Once again, thanks to all
of the reviewers, and please don't give up on this story!
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. . . /)_ /) . . . . . .
. . ( ' _ ' ) . . . . . .
. . / . . . |. . . . . .
@( _,,_,,). . . . .
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Liz (Grinning Penguin), A Devilish Angel, Erin (IrishFaery), Krisie (Ling), Chocolate Mousse, Tommy (Superness),
Spiffy Chan, Prongs, and Monika. Wow! Three lines. I think that's a record or something.
-
sometimes
I fear
being alone-
the black
the silence
of my own thoughts
that ask me
why no one else is there
and I smile
and I apoligize
and I admit
I honestly
don't know
though
I wish
I did
-
The Forgotten and the Remembered
Chapter Three
-
Ginny boggled at how she could of been so foolish as to let herself owe Draco Malfoy a favor... but, as she
looked back on the situation, it was the only visible way out of the situation.
What would he ask for? Would he even keep his word? God, it was degrading to be at Malfoy's mercy.
Damn herself for forgetting the assignment!
She headed back to the dormitory, through the blackness of the deserted hallways and the ghostly
murmurings of the... well, ghosts. Finally she arrived at the foot of Gryffindor Tower and tapped the portrait
of the fat lady. who was quite peeved at being woken at the early hour, but let her pass through without
much fuss.
All that was left of her journey was passing through the common room; after that, she would be home-free.
No one would be in the room at this ungodly hour-
-but, of course, with Ginny's luck, there was.
A rather familiar figure sat across from the burning fire, leaning somewhat uncomfortably on a Gryffindor-red
sofa and letting his glassy eyes reflect the flames.
He slowly turned to face a pale-faced Ginny. His body was as real as it could possibly be- it wasn't just
a temporary illusion, but real!
"Tom," she said simply, trying to think of what was appropriate to do in a moment such as this. "Tom, I-"
Instead of trying to force more words out, she just walked over to the sofa and took a seat next to him,
setting the potion ingredients to the side. He pulled her to him in a tight embrace and held her until she fell
asleep.
-
Two years ago, without her parents' knowledge, Ginny had ventured into Knockturn Alley looking for a certain
diary.
The fourteen year old thought she was capable of defending herself in the strange territory where she had
been severely forbidden to go, though the few blocking spells she had learned were barely enough to stop
the jelly legs curse, if that.
She came upon a small, grungy bookstore that instantly came across to her as the type that would have a
such a thing as she was looking for, and without hesitation, went inside. The store was filled with tall,
intimidating bookshelves that caused the customer to have to walk around at least ten shelves until they
could reach a worker.
On her way to the center of the maze, Ginny's eyes skimmed over the titles, which were much more interesting
than the dull ones in Flourish and Blott's. Ginny picked up one titled *Seven Unspeakable Spells to Spite your
Foes* by Alira Gnoll and flipped through it until the illustrations became too much and she had to replace it with
the other books.
Another that caught her eye was a fairly new looking book that bore the title *The Reign of Voldemort*, which
she took with her.
After many minutes of being lost, she somehow found her way to a counter with a young clerk idly reading
'Witches of Wonder', a rough equivalent to Playboy in the muggle world. When he didn't look up when she
waited in front of him, she cleared her throat to gain his attention.
The young man's head snapped up, and Ginny let out a small gasp. It was Evan Sheikler, a Slytherin that had
graduated the year before.
"Yes? May I help you?" he asked monotonously, pushing his magazine out of sight.
Did he recognize her as a Weasley? Judging by his blank stare, she guessed not.
"Yes, I was looking for a small black diary about this big," she indicated the size with her hands, "that's blank
inside."
The boy gave her an exasperated look at sighed. "Look, this isn't a stationery shop. You can get that in
Diagon Alley, if you just-"
"Look," said Ginny, giving him as serious a face as she could manage, "This is not just a simple diary. You'll have
to trust me on this. It says 'Vauxhall Road' on the back, if that helps."
"Perhaps my father would know what you're talking about," he said. "Father!"
A balding, short man came to the front mumbling some curse words under his breath.
"Father, this girl wants to know if we have a black, blank diary that says 'Vauxhall Road' on the back," he recited.
"We don't carry things like that," he said quickly.
"I don't think you understand. It's actually- well, nevermind. I'll just take this, then," she said, not wishing to
prolong the encounter, putting the volume she had picked up earlier on the counter.
"Ten sickles," said the man, and eagerly accepted the coins.
Ginny murmured a thanks and found her way to the front of the store, where she stepped out onto the crowded
street. That store hadn't seemed *horribly* awful, like her mother had always told her all the stores were, though
some of the titles were a bit... questionable, to say the least. For a while she ambled around without much of
a goal in mind, and soon she had found herself in front of a pet store, a quite normal one by the looks of it.
Things in Knockturn Alley were there for a reason, she reminded herself. Curiousity aroused, she ventured in.
Owls, rats, cats- the normal pets- were in the front of the store, but in the back right corner there were animals
that she had never seen before, or rarely seen: large spiders and snakes, muscle-bound doglike creatures, bats,
and insects that were twice the size of the rats.
The snakes particularly fascinated her; she had been interested in snakes after her first year, when she had a
rather odd encounter with a basilisk.
While debating whether to get a small tawny owl on the other side of the store, Ginny began to hear some
voices in conversation, arguing over... who would get bought first? She looked around, trying to see who it could
be, though there was no one around that within speaking distance.
She wandered to the aisle where the snakes resided, and looked down it, but there was nothing.
And then, the voices again:
"How much do you bet this girl is going to buy me? C'mon!"
Ginny's lips moved, but no sound came out. What? How could it-
"Oh please, she's going to get something cute or cuddly... like a *cat* or something," said a voice scathingly.
"Are you- are you talking about me?" she managed. It didn't sound how she had meant it to, though. It came out in
a long, drawn out hiss that she didn't recognize as her own voice.
The snakes paused in conversation.
"A parseltongue?" one said, reverently.
"Er-" she edged away, towards the worker at the front and several cries from the snake cage followed her. She
found herself at the front of the store, with the manager.
"Yes? Can I help you?" he asked slowly.
"Um. Well, um. The snakes. You see. They're- Well. Um."
He was started to look annoyed. "Yes, they're snakes. What about them?"
"They. They- I want to get one," she finished on impulse.
"Oh, yes, well then. Which one would you like?" he asked, dropping the hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Any of them," Ginny said, trying not to listen to them yell at her to pick them.
The manager picked one up and placed in a small plastic cage, handing it to her.
"Well. Er. Thanks. How much is this again?" she stammered.
"Two galleons," he said, extending his hand to take the money. She handed it to him hesitantly (money was hard
to come by in the Weasley family) and walked quickly out of the store and out of Knockturn Alley.
-
"Mm," said Tom, smoothing Ginny's hair with his long, thin hands. "I didn't realize I put so much of myself in you,"
he whispered, suddenly feeling strangely awkward holding her in his arms. "And I suppose you've put some of yourself
in me."
-
A/N - GAH! I took way too long in getting this out. I wrote this all in one day, so I might make small changes to it
later, but I know I should probably get this out before I forget about this story altogether. Once again, thanks to all
of the reviewers, and please don't give up on this story!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . /)_ /) . . . . . .
. . ( ' _ ' ) . . . . . .
. . / . . . |. . . . . .
@( _,,_,,). . . . .
""""""""......""""""""" ......"""""""""""""....
""""""""""""" """"""" """"""""" """""""""""""