I know that Ginny's real name is Ginevra, but I did not know that when I began this story… I didn't know it for about 5 years until I read it on J.K.'s site. So I'm just gonna go with Virginia, because that what I've been calling her ever since I knew Ginny actually stood for something (silly me… I was only about 9, come on now!)
My most sincere apologies: to ALL readers and ESPECIALLY to Ariana for not having this out sooner. This chapter may seem kinda short (at least it did on paper) but you'll see why when you get to the end.
Ariana – well, here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long.
Disclaimer:I do NOT own Harry Potter… Sadly enough, I also do not own Draco Malfoy sobs … Just cruel, I tell you! Either way, here it is.
"What do you mean 'prepare for war'?" A random Hufflepuff shrieked. Some 1st year Ravenclaws across the room erupted into tears.
"Just what it sounds like," Hermione said coolly. We stared in shock – she'd never been this… well, mean… about anything. "I saw the Death Eater. Where there's one, there's generally more to follow. If they're stooping to attacking students now, they'll attack everyone."
I have two words for you: complete chaos. People were screaming, crying, and a few had even fainted. Parvati Patil was heard quite clearly (on the other side of the Great Hall, no less) wailing, "I'm to young to fight! Too beautiful to die! Why me?"
Draco looked at me as I swallowed nervously. With a small nudge from him, I stepped forward. "The time has come. Stand with those you love. Befriend you enemies and those you do not know." This was said with a meaningful glance towards Gryffindors and Slytherins.
As we headed towards our seats, Dumbledore stood up. "There will be a change before we feast. Seeing as we need unity to increase our strength," he began. 'Which I've been trying to tell all you crazy people out there for some odd years,' he mentally grumbled. Well, I probably would've done that, but who KNOWS what goes on in that man's mind. It's such a mystery… ANYWAY. "Everyone will sit at different tables. Add some spice to life." With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he sat down.
Seeing as everyone was at different tables, I turned to the mouth-watering food in front of me waiting to be consumed. As I lifted a croissant (A/N inside joke! Read at the end if you want to know) with a delicious aroma to my lips, a wave of nausea overtook me. I threw it down and raced out of the Great Hall, ignoring the curious looks I recieved.
I walked out of the bathroom, wiping my mouth on a kerchief. That's when I heard it. A slight scratch on the floor.
My head was slammed against the concrete wall. I felt a warm liquid start oozing down the back of my scalp. Hazily, I opened my eyes to see Pansy Parkinson, one hand on my hair, the other around my throat cutting off my air supply.
"Always so happy, so cheerful. Well, you're not so happy now, are you, you little slut?" I winced as the venom in her words steadily increased. "Ranting and raving about peace and happiness, you stupid little goody two-shoes Gryffindor wench. But," I could hear the sneer in her voice, "why should we listen to you? You're nothing but a skanky little man-stealing whore-of-a-bitch." Pansy leaned in closer to my face, after slamming my head into the wall again. "Not so confident now, are you?"
With that, she tossed me to the ground. My vision blurred and my eyes watered as I tried to move, but found that I couldn't. The throbbing in my skull was intensified by the silence of the corridor. That's when I realized that I was all alone.
"Help me," I whispered, the tone of my voice sending tears cascading down my face.
So lonely… so empty… my vision sharpened greatly for a moment. Then all I saw was black.
A swirling vortex of black that I was afraid that I would never be able to escape from.
Ok, I know that last line was kind of messed up. Sorry for the wait. I've gotta think a bit on the next chapter, on how they're going to find her and all. Do you think I should do it when they find her or when she wakes up?
And, that joke. Before my sister went to college, she joked with my brother that when she got out of school she would move to England so when she has kids they would have a British accent. She said her kids would say, "Uncle Randall (more like Uncle Rahndall, the way she pronounced it, lol) may we have a croissant for breakfast?" (whenever my brother graduates and they go stay with them, lol) He said he would tell the kid, "BOY! Go get a biscuit out the refrigerator!"
I turned 14 on 7-30!!!!! ahem don't mind me
Reviews, please! Constructive criticism, yes… flames NO.