Garmen
By: Kryptonite
A/N: Just a introduction type paragraph to see if anyone likes the start. The whole premise comes a little later on. It will be GW/SS so be warned.
" Welcome back students." Dumbledore called as the students exited from the Great Hall after the feast. Ginny continued to poke at her plate, letting the crowds thin out before she attempted to follow anyone. " Welcome back Miss Weasley." Dumbledore spoke softly, passing the girl at the table.
" Thank you Professor." Ginny answered dutifully. After a few more seconds she sighed, pushing the plate away from her. The very sight of the food, scrumptious as it always was, made her want to puke.
Standing quickly Ginny made her way out of the hall and up the numerous steps to Gryffindor tower behind a few stragglers. Hermione Granger was standing outside the door telling the password to all the latecomers. She had been made Head Girl in honor of her last year at Hogwarts.
" Password is 'Mein Herz Brennt'." Ginny gave a little half-smile at how appropriate that phrase was for her own condition.
" Thanks 'Mione." Hermione just nodded, relaying the password to the next student behind Ginny's lithe frame. Moving forward the redhead made it into the common room and to the stairs before her brothers' voice caught her attention.
" Ginny, mum told me to remind you to brush your teeth."
" Thanks Ron." Ginny mumbled, not facing the few people in the common room who had overheard. Ginny trudged up the stairs, mind in a fog. Reaching her room she was the only one awake.
Leaving the room in darkness, Ginny made it to her bed. She stripped out of her clothes pulling on her nightclothes, her long fingers lingering over her abdomen. Shaking her head she crawled into the bed, pulling the covers to her waist.
It was dark. It had started to rain, which it wasn't supposed to until the next afternoon. Soppy curls splashed and stuck to skin as they were shook. Feet ached from the distance they had been forced to trudge when their owner was forgotten. Breath caught in a small throat when the Leaky Cauldron came into view, promising relief from the rain.
A feeling in the stomach warned of what was going to happen next but not even Merlin himself could have known. Just as the feet were about to carry the body out of the alley it was grabbed from behind.