Summary: Is it possible for someone to die and yet, it someone else loves them enough, come back? The story of a girl and a boy; they are enemies. Though, deep down, they share a love so deep and so strong, it can do anything. So what's the answer…?
Hi Guys! I know I shouldn't be starting a new story but I had to! I came up with this and I had to write it! Okay so I read a story kinda like it… Only it's a different pairing… Sorry! I had too! Oh and I know the beginning sounds like About A Boy but it's supposed to be like that.
Invisible. A word that, according to Webster's New World Dictionary, means: not visible; that cannot be seen. Out of sight; not apparent. Too small or too faint to be seen; imperceptible; indistinct.
She was the exact clone of the description. She had tried, oh yes she had tried. She failed, yes, but she had tried. She was 'tainted' some had said, not good enough. She was 'contaminated' others had whispered in the halls. The one she was most used to and the one she was known as was invisible. Not that she wanted it. She had tried to resist it but he had too much power and too much strength.
She was Ginevera Molly Weasley (A/N-There! I used her real name!) and she was, in the words of many, invisible. She had been taken, during her first year, deep under the school. She had almost had the life sucked out of her. Though she did not care. No one saw her. She was small, timid, invisible, helpless little Ginny. That's why he chose her, or so he said. That's why she was the best candidate. She was small enough that she could get around unnoticed if she wanted to. She was timid enough that she would be too scared to tell anyone in fear of what would happen. She was invisible. That was the best for him. She was invisible enough that no one would notice. And then she was Helpless. She was so helpless that she could do nothing to stop him.
He was Thomas Marvolo Riddle; he was Lord Voldemort. He was the one wizard sick enough to manipulate her enough to control her, to touch her very soul. He was the only one that saw her and he was the only one that did anything with it. He saw her, though no one else did. No one could see him either. He really was invisible, a mere spirit floating around, following her and calculating her every move. Every now and then he would latch onto her soul, if only for a few moments, to make her do things he no longer could, this he needed a body for. That was where she came in. She found the diary and started writing in it. Luckily she didn't run away when she found it wrote back. The more she wrote, the more ink she used, the more secrets she told, the stronger he became.
She had trusted him and she had confided in him… That was the last time she did that. She didn't trust anyone anymore than she trusted a flobberworm to look after her money. She never confided in anyone. She barely spoke in class; only speaking when called on. She barely spoke to her friends, her brother's, her parents. The only one she would talk to, was herself. She used to think she was loosing her mind until she realized there wasn't much there to begin with. She was in remedial classes in everything and she had gotten an 'H' on her OWL's. Her parents gave her 'The Lecture'. You know the one, it's filled with lot's of, 'I'm disappointed in you's and lots of 'what's wrong with you's. She wouldn't stand for it any more. She couldn't. So she ran. She ran through the forest and, when she came out on the other side, in the muggle realm, she went to the train station. There was a train leaving for Hogwarts on every even day. It was August 22, there would be one there.
There was only one person at Hogwarts with her; other than Dumbledore anyway.
He was Draconis Lucius Malfoy. Her enemy and, unfortunately, the only one to talk to for the rest of the summer. He had blonde hair and stunning Blue-grey eyes. He was the one every girl fawned over. Well… Almost every girl. She didn't. She knew Hermione and, Parvati, possibly the only sane people she knew, did too. She could expect Parvati, but Hermione Liking Malfoy! How did that work? Malfoy knew that the entire girl population fawned over him and he just boasted about 'the best shag he ever had' everyday! How can you have at least 100 favorites! I fail to see how that's possible.
It was August 31 and Ginny was bored. Being invisible wasn't nearly half as interesting (was it ever?) when there wasn't anyone around to ignore her. She was sitting out by the lake when she heard someone approach her. It had to be Malfoy. Dumbledore didn't make any noise and Snape, who was there too, didn't like to venture out of his dungeons.
"Hey Weasley? What on your mind?" There it is. The sarcasm that she had grown so accustomed to ignoring was just dripping off of his words.
"Piss off. I'm not in the mood," Ginny replied, not looking at him.
"Awe come on!" He nudged her slightly. Was he that desperate!
"I said no, Malfoy! I do not want to talk to you, nor see you, nor hear a word from you until the rest of the school arrives and even then I would appreciate it if you stayed at least thirty-feet away from me at all times. Besides, I have lessons to focus on," Ginny said. She stood up and started walking back to the school.
"Why?" She heard Malfoy say, "It's not like it'll help." Ginny froze. He had said the one thing he knew would hurt most. Regaining her composure, she continued walking to the school. She felt tears pricking in the corners of her eyes and finally let them fall as she heard Draco snicker behind her.
A/N-Okay so what did you think? I REALLY hope you liked it! I know it's short but it'sjust the prolauge... Introduction... Whatever,Please review!