Disclaimer: HAHA! I finally remembered to put one up! anyways the characters, grounds, etc belong to J K Rowling.
Ginny's eyes fluttered slightly as she come to from her black spell, the world seemed to spin as she went to sat up thus she remained laying down in the room she was in. The smell of potions drifted to her as she slowly opened her eyes.
The room she was in was white, the feeling of the light blanket over her body made Ginny become aware that she was in the hospital wing of the school. Turning her head to the side the red head bit her lower lip wondering what had been happening.
"Oh good!" Came the voice of the nurse's apprentice, her name was Lith. The dark haired girl came scampering across the room to stand in front of Ginny. Lith was a plump small woman with lightly colored cheeks as well as, warm golden brown eyes that sparkled in the late morning sunlight that was pouring through in long bars through the window.
"Hello Lith" Ginny murmured to the woman, her throat hurt and Ginny closed her eyes not waiting to be awake anymore. Her body hurt, pain rippling through her ever limb as she moved.
"Ginny dear" Lith said her kind voice faintly sharp "you can't go back to sleep, you have been like that for three days" Ginny's eyes popped open and Lith chuckled slightly.
"Three...three days?" Ginny asked from her place on the bed pulling the covers up around her small frame.
"Yep, we found you past out in the hallway, you were crying and yelling" Lith looked down at Ginny her golden eyes taking in the trembling girl in front of her. "Maybe you should sleep some...when you wake up again I'll give you the potion" Lith turned away pulling up as veil around Ginny so that no one would bother the girl.
Ginny closed her eyes and fell into a light sleep.
Gasping Ginny looked around at the large room she was in, dark colored walls that where made out of wood enclosed her. The floor made out of slightly lighter wood, though it might just be the fact a fire was illuminating the floor, had a tattered rug over it. Reds, yellows, greens, faded colors mixed together to make a forgotten patter. The fire place, trimmed in the same dark wood as the walls so it looked as if it where part of it, yellow orange flames danced in the hearth.
Ginny...
Turning slowly Ginny stopped her breath caught in her throat as she looked at right at the sixteen year old figure of Tom Riddle. Standing in robes that were the same black as the darkest shadows in the room she had missed him standing in the corner. Her eyes moving over him for a minute Ginny caught her breath as the figure began to move towards her.
A/N: heh heh heh...Sorry this took so long, I have been busy with school etc...So I hope you like the third chapter and I hope you will review . I do love getting reviews...lets me know people are really reading my fanfic.