Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any related characters. The only thing I own is the plot.
Harry Potter is copy righted by JK Rowling, and Warner Brothers.
I'm not writing for cash.
I'm only do this for my own fun.
Warning: Half blood Prince spoilers
Chapter 1: Dreaming
Ginevra Molly Weasley, age 16, lay fast asleep in her old bed. Her surroundings included an old dresser, desk (with a chair that didn't match), a mirror over the desk, a door to the right of her bed, and a single window to the left of her bed.
Her room was rather small, compared to her brothers. But she had never been one to complain. It was the best her parents could do.
The room above hers, had been her brothers, Fred and Georges. The room under her, was her brother Percy's (which at the moment, was unused).
It was the start of the summer, and threats of the coming war, were everywhere. With the death of Albus Dumbledore, many people were in an uproar. The fact that a teacher at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry had killed the Headmaster had gotten many parents to question if they really wanted to send their children to the school. So the results led to headlines in the Daily Prophet asking whether or not Hogwarts would be open to students, in such terrible times.
With Albus Dumbledore's death, and the betrayal of Severus Snape, the Order of the Phoenix was left to look for new headquarters. This led to the Weasley family staying at their home, The Burrow (as they so lovingly called it). To get the old feeling of safety, the house had been set to have many wards, and other protective charms.
At the moment, Ginny's bedroom window had been reinforced with charms that would make it near impossible to break through. Many advanced locking charms would not open it, and the class could not be broken.
To Ginny's dismay, this meant she couldn't keep the window open at night, to keep her room cool. But alas, she understood that this was to insure her safety.
Since after her first year at Hogwarts, her parents went out of there way to make sure there would be no repeats. So, Ginny had been the first to get powerful protective charms, as she had been the youngest, and would be the last to be able to use her wand outside of school (which she could now, as she just turned 16).
Right now, the heat of the house did not bother Ginevra Weasley. She was lost in a dream world, completely ignoring the radio that was playing on low.
The song playing was one that made her think of her first year, but the music was completely lost on her. If someone were to look at her, she would look so peaceful, with a ghost of a smile on her lips. But if one were to see her dream, the would know it to be anything but pleasant.
He said that he would go his own way
wrapped up my leg and down my spine
He said that he would be the fairest
Drenched in blood and turpentine
Jack off Jill. Rabbiteen
Ginny slowly walked down a dimly lit corridor, which had been quite damp with cobble stone floor, and wet stone walls. It seemed to be so familiar to her, yet she couldn't place it.
She had her right hand to the wall, and used it to help guide her as she continued walking.
She made a left as a dead end approached her (if she continued going strait, she'd of met barred up entry).
She could hear a 'drip' sound, and could feel cold water fall to her red hair.
She continued walking, and reached a large door frame. The frame led to a large room, that was about the size of a ballroom. Strait across from the door frame, was a giant statue of a mans face, which took up the whole center of the wall. The room had many pilers too.
The were neatly lined, leading to the statue.
Staring at her new surroundings, she realized where exactly she was, and felt an icy wave of fear sweep over her.
She could hear faint footsteps from the inside of the room (she stayed put at the door frame).
Then she saw a form moving by one of the many pilers on her right.
As the dark form moved closer, she could make out that it was a person, a male.
She knew right away who it was.
The footsteps echoed, and the man moved into the dimly lit area.
She could see a smirk on his face, and he stopped a few feet from her.
Ginny let out a gasp. And next thing she knew, he was right in front of her, hands tightly clasped around her wrists, head on her shoulder.
"My, haven't we've grown up, Ginevra." The boy's voice echoed in her ear.
Ginny's eyes snapped open, and she sat up. Hand to her heart, she was breathing heavily, eyes searching her room.
"It was a dream...only a nightmare...he's not here."
That same bloody nightmare, she had been having since the week after Dumbledore's funeral.
She looked at her wrists, half expecting to see hand prints on her pale skin.
She sighed, and turned her head to her alarm clock radio (which had been a gift from Hermione). The clocks numbers read 2:25am. Still faintly playing on the radio, which had been charmed to play her choice of music was the song that still brought back those first year memories. She could even of swore she heard it in her dream.
"That's the last time I'm falling asleep to that song." She mumbled, making the music stop.
Ginny moved her hand to her bedside table, and took her wand off.
She felt much more secure, falling to sleep holding her wand.
She looked around her room again, and gave a dark laugh.
"Stop being paranoid, no one could bloody get in here, even if they wanted."
At that, Ginny fell back down on her bed, head hitting her fluffy pillow.
She let out a small yawn, and closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep. She could faintly hear small explosive sounds from upstairs, which told her Fred and George were still awake.
Thanks for reading!
This is my rewrite of Devil's and Angels (as can be told by title, lol).
I wanted to make everything clearer, and chapters longer.
I got re inspired after I bought the Jack off Jill cd. And man, the song Rabbiteen just got me into T/G writing mode!
Well, I hope this was enjoyed. The next chapter should be up very very soon!
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