TIDBITS

Another Ginny Time Travel Story. Prologue, drabbles.

Prologue

Disclaimer: Im not cool enough to own harry potter, or write anything remotely as good as it.

A flash of green light, a scream, silence. A loud high pitched cackle.

It wasn't supposed to end this way!

Why is Harry lying there? Why isn't he moving? Why is blood pooling around him.

WHY am I crying? Rushing towards him? Sobbing, blinded by the tears..

Because he's dead. Never coming back.

Mediwitches, healers, sobs and screams of agony. Theres no hope. I might as well kill myself now. Harry's gone. That's what I'll do. I'll do it now, so he doesn't have to wait for me on the other side for long. I'm running towards the lake. My robe is flying off of me, landing somewhere, in a pool of blood. I don't care. I'm running, sprinting, past dead bodies, and snapped wands. House elves trying, for the last minutes of their lives, to defend our school. But it's all no use.

I dive in, the cool water is refreshing. So this is where I'm going to die. I always pictured it on a bed, in my sleep, next to my husband- Next to my Harry.

My lungs scream for breath, but I wont give in. This is my end.

People dive in beside me, trying to get me above the surface. I struggle, but they pull me up. Fine, I wont drown, but that doesn't mean I have to breath. I can still suffocate. Hermione is crying, holding my hand, telling me to hold on.

Professor McGonagall says quietly.

"There may be a way to save him."

I breath. She tricked me!

"Harry?" I ask, my voice quavering.

"Yes."

"But you cant undo it!"

"I know."

"Then what do you-"

"You must go back in time. Spin the time turner five hundred times. No mistakes must be made. You just might be able to change the course of history. Convince him not to do it."

"Professor, who do you- What do you-"

"Hurry, Ginevera, there is not much time."

"Professor, I-"

"Hurry, Ginevera! It has already been wound four hundred and ninety nine times!" She handed Ginny the clock, and muttered something with her wand. Ginny wound it back once more, and let out a cry. She disappeared in a gold light, just before hundreds of people in black robes ran out of the forest. With two words Minerva McGonagall died.

A/N Promise the story gets better from here! Ciao Amigos!

1.

Ginny opened her eyes and looked around. She was lying in the Quidditch pitch, and she had a throbbing headache. Suddenly, she snapped into reality. Had she really made it to wherever she had been sent? She stood up, shaking, the vivid images still playing, rewinding, and playing again in her head. She saw the final blow… Harry's body falling… Her shoulders began to shake as she sobbed. She fell to the ground, and leaned forwards onto her hands. She continued to sob, her shoulders still shaking, until she vomited. She retched, and retched again, and retched, and retched, until all that came up was a clear liquid. Then she cried some more. She heard a cough from behind her, and stood. A handsom boy looked at her, his eyebrows raised in amusement. Who could be so amused when someone cried? She saw a slytherin badge on his cloak. She looked down and realized she was wearing only her school uniform, which was still dripping wet, and now splattered with rain. She looked up at his face, trying her tears and wiping away mascara. His face seemed oddly farmilliar- his eyes were a deep hazel, and his dark brown hair was neatly parted and combed.

"T-Tom!" She cried, pointing at him. She then realized her mistake.

"Do I know you?" He asked, but she was already gone, running off into the distance. After a moment he began to chase after her. Ginny was a fast runner, she had huge leg muscles, afterall, from Quidditch, but she hadn't slept in three days, had no food in her, was sad and depressed, and had just traveled back 50 years, which took a lot out of her. After a couple of seconds she collapsed, and breathed deep. She thought she saw an angel- But no, it was just the moon.

"Wait!" Tom said, catching up to her, panting lightly, "Please- Do I know you?" Ginny turned away, and jogged fast. He caught up to her, and grabbed her wrist. She winced at his grip, but he didn't let go.

"Let go of me!" She hissed, struggling weakly.

"How do you know my name?"

"Let go of me!"

"Not until you tell me how you know my-" He jumped away after she started crying. He didn't like it when people cried. They looked vulnerable when they cried. He hated vulnerable people. Like his father. Shaking his head clear, he scowled. (Must keep up that Slytherin reputation!"

"I'd stay here if I were you." He said coolly. "I've send a message to the Headmaster- I did as soon as I saw someone on the grounds from my dormitory- He'll be on his way. I'll have you know I'm head boy-"
"Tom," Said a watery voice, "Thank you for summoning me. I'll take it from here." Professor Dumbledore said from the shadows.

"Right, Professor." Tom said icily, then slid back into the castle, glancing suspiciously at Ginny.

"Well, miss, Pleased to meet you." He said, sticking out his hand. Ginny shook his hand, and felt him sifting through her thoughts.

"Come on, Ginny-Binny," Her mother called, "Time to go and get your brothers from school!" Ginny stuggled to move. Her brothers had been mean. They had locked her in the pantry and bound her mouth. They had put tickling gass on her, too, and a full body bind. And she really, really had to pee.

"Ginny if you don't come out this instant I'll leave without you!" And her mother had left. Luckily Fred and George unbound her. "SURPRISE!" It was her birthday…

"Come on, Ginny, harder!" Ginny was trying so hard to get the spell down pat.. but she couldn't do it…

"Ah, Ginny," Professor Dumbledore said, laughingly, "Yes, bertie botts…"