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Prologue
Ginny sat cross-legged on one of the large overstuffed chairs in the Gryffindor common room. Text book balanced on one knee, roll of parchment on the other, she was attempting to finish a potions essay. Sighing she leant back in the chair, neck back and gazing up at the ceiling. This was impossible! She hated potions.
A load clatter and pressure on her lap drew her out of thought, she gazed down at Crookshanks. Hermione's, bedraggled looking familiar was perched on her lap- having knocked her potions work to the floor.
Smiling Ginny began to absentmindedly pet the small cat. Despite her brother's misgivings towards the flame furred cat, she had always loved Crookshanks. And judging by the amount of time that he sought her out, she guessed he liked her too.
Gazing around the common room, Ginny caught Hermione's eye- the elder girl smiled, mouthed a 'sorry' in regards to the cat's misbehaving- then turned back to her conversation with Ron and Harry.
Harry, Ginny smiled when she looked at him. His eyes were glowing probably from the lively discussion he and his friends were partaking in.
Sighing she looked away, she had always felt so strongly about Harry. Years ago she had misinterpreted her feelings as love. It was only now she was older, she realised it wasn't love she felt for him, it was something else. Just as strong but different, she didn't think of him as boyfriend material- closer to a brother but still that wasn't quite the right way to describe it.
Gently pushing the ginger cat off of her lap, Ginny retrieved her school work and wandered up to her dormitory. Closing the door behind her she dropped her work unceremoniously down on her four poster bed. Then turned and locked herself into the adjoining bathroom.
Checking again that the doors were locked, she turned and studied herself in the full length bathroom mirror. Her gaze rested on her eyes. Waiting for a few seconds, it happened. Her soft brown eyes appeared to shimmer and turn bright green.
A gift from Tom Riddle.
Ever since half way through first year her eyes had turned green- the same colour as Riddles. She hadn't even understood to begin with, but she'd hidden it- charmed her eyes back to their original colour, Riddles idea.
Even now- four years later- she couldn't bring herself to stop charming them. The deep green only reminded her of how foolish she had been. Pointing her wand at her eyes she quickly charmed her eyes back to brown.
She had searched for a way to charm them permanently or to undo the spell altogether, but she couldn't find anything. And she couldn't exactly go ask around, only Harry, Ron, Hermione, her parents and Dumbledore knew the truth. Getting help would mean telling other people.
Unlocking the bathroom door she headed back down to the common room, as she went she heard a soft miow. Looking up the stairs she saw Crookshanks, a glimmer of gold caught her eye.
"Crookshanks? What have you got there?" The Cat sat on its haunches, tail waggling enthusiastically. Ginny reached up the stairs, leaning awkwardly over the ancient stone steps. She grasped onto a small chain and tugged it free of the cat's mouth.
She realised in surprise that the object was a time turner, 'Hermione's probably taking extra subjects again.'
Turning slightly to head back down the stairs to the common room, a door banged and Ginny lost her footing.
Arms flailing, Ginny fell backwards, down the staircase. Readying herself to crash- the last thing she saw before blackness was the glittering chain of Hermione's Time turner, which was now caught around her wrist.
Pain and darkness ran through Ginny's mind as she collided with the cool stone floor.
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Yay!!! Prologue done!!!
I know this plot has been done before, (mostly with Hermione though). But I have no intention of abandoning this.
I will finish this, providing that I get enough REVIEWS that is. hint hint.
Prologue
Ginny sat cross-legged on one of the large overstuffed chairs in the Gryffindor common room. Text book balanced on one knee, roll of parchment on the other, she was attempting to finish a potions essay. Sighing she leant back in the chair, neck back and gazing up at the ceiling. This was impossible! She hated potions.
A load clatter and pressure on her lap drew her out of thought, she gazed down at Crookshanks. Hermione's, bedraggled looking familiar was perched on her lap- having knocked her potions work to the floor.
Smiling Ginny began to absentmindedly pet the small cat. Despite her brother's misgivings towards the flame furred cat, she had always loved Crookshanks. And judging by the amount of time that he sought her out, she guessed he liked her too.
Gazing around the common room, Ginny caught Hermione's eye- the elder girl smiled, mouthed a 'sorry' in regards to the cat's misbehaving- then turned back to her conversation with Ron and Harry.
Harry, Ginny smiled when she looked at him. His eyes were glowing probably from the lively discussion he and his friends were partaking in.
Sighing she looked away, she had always felt so strongly about Harry. Years ago she had misinterpreted her feelings as love. It was only now she was older, she realised it wasn't love she felt for him, it was something else. Just as strong but different, she didn't think of him as boyfriend material- closer to a brother but still that wasn't quite the right way to describe it.
Gently pushing the ginger cat off of her lap, Ginny retrieved her school work and wandered up to her dormitory. Closing the door behind her she dropped her work unceremoniously down on her four poster bed. Then turned and locked herself into the adjoining bathroom.
Checking again that the doors were locked, she turned and studied herself in the full length bathroom mirror. Her gaze rested on her eyes. Waiting for a few seconds, it happened. Her soft brown eyes appeared to shimmer and turn bright green.
A gift from Tom Riddle.
Ever since half way through first year her eyes had turned green- the same colour as Riddles. She hadn't even understood to begin with, but she'd hidden it- charmed her eyes back to their original colour, Riddles idea.
Even now- four years later- she couldn't bring herself to stop charming them. The deep green only reminded her of how foolish she had been. Pointing her wand at her eyes she quickly charmed her eyes back to brown.
She had searched for a way to charm them permanently or to undo the spell altogether, but she couldn't find anything. And she couldn't exactly go ask around, only Harry, Ron, Hermione, her parents and Dumbledore knew the truth. Getting help would mean telling other people.
Unlocking the bathroom door she headed back down to the common room, as she went she heard a soft miow. Looking up the stairs she saw Crookshanks, a glimmer of gold caught her eye.
"Crookshanks? What have you got there?" The Cat sat on its haunches, tail waggling enthusiastically. Ginny reached up the stairs, leaning awkwardly over the ancient stone steps. She grasped onto a small chain and tugged it free of the cat's mouth.
She realised in surprise that the object was a time turner, 'Hermione's probably taking extra subjects again.'
Turning slightly to head back down the stairs to the common room, a door banged and Ginny lost her footing.
Arms flailing, Ginny fell backwards, down the staircase. Readying herself to crash- the last thing she saw before blackness was the glittering chain of Hermione's Time turner, which was now caught around her wrist.
Pain and darkness ran through Ginny's mind as she collided with the cool stone floor.
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Yay!!! Prologue done!!!
I know this plot has been done before, (mostly with Hermione though). But I have no intention of abandoning this.
I will finish this, providing that I get enough REVIEWS that is. hint hint.
