Through the Ages
By Silver Moonserpent
Fleeting Images
Ginevra groaned and rolled over to glance at her alarm clock. 7:13 am… Much too early for me to get up. she thought lazily.
"Come on, Gin," she whispered to herself, "Up you get!"
She rolled out of bed, into the floor and sighed. Life had not really changed since Hogwarts for Ginny, mostly because she was still there, studying and training to be an apprentice in Charms. She stood and headed for the bathroom sleepily.
Ginevra sighed contently, letting her clothes fall to the floor and her hair down from its long plait. The water in the pond-like tub was warm and soothing to her taut muscles. She sank down beneath the waters and soaked.
…
He lifted his head from its resting place on the floor of his apartment and peaked over at the clock on the wall. 8:30 am…
Draco scowled at it and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the table above his pounding head. Taking a large gulp of the clear liquid, he stood and stumbled towards his bathroom sink. He splashed the cold water on his face and sighed.
"Let's get this day over with, Drake." he growled to his reflection.
…
Ginny stood, fully clothed, in her bedroom and stared into her vanity at her shoulder-length red hair. At one time, it had curled and twisted itself into girlish ringlets, but now it was straight and dull from all the times she had tried to darken the shade of it. Her sparkling honey-cinnamon eyes were changed in her sixth year to oceanic blues, like Ron and Charlie's.
And so, this was why Ginevra was so startled when she looked up from her hairbrush to see a curvaceous woman with long, curly brown hair to her waist and large, lovely chocolate eyes. Her facial structure was a mirror image of Ginny's, but her body was more filled-out, as Ginny's was still rather skinny. The woman wore an old robe, like out of the Roman times, and her smooth face was scarred with a busted, bleeding lip and a few scratches here and there.
Ginevra reached out towards the woman. As she did, the image faded and her breathing slowed considerably. This was really too much for her young heart.
"What is going on?" she murmured.
…
Draco snatched up a pair of black dress pants from his closet and hastily slipped them on. He was running late for his errands. He pulled a jacket on over his white t-shirt and stood at his mirror a moment to fasten his seashell necklace about his neck once more.
Pausing a moment, he reflected on the hemp tied on his neck. His mother had made it for him long, long ago… He had not liked it much when he was younger, but a few years ago he found it in a drawer while packing… His mother had been a very beautiful woman, her classmates had once told her she resembled a naiad from the way she always loved the lake of Hogwarts.
Gods, how he missed her.
Draco shook his head to clear it and continued on his way to the living room to find his wand.
What he did not notice was, as he walked by the glass of the great windows, his reflection showed a tan, muscular warrior with golden locks of hair and a hostile demeanor. He wore armor of a Greek warrior… and a seashell necklace.
.end chapter.