A/N: Ok, this would be my first fan fic! I love Harry Potter and I love to think of the upcoming books, and I just gave my own little twist to make you think, what if? Btw-I have no idea what is going to happen in the future books, but I am going with my own ideas.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling Owns Harry Potter and the characters there, but the rest are mine!
The morning dawned bright and early and when it came time, many of the boys and girl got up, dressed and came to breakfast. Their meals where pleasant ones as their parents sat with them and talked of the coming school year. Their new robes, for most anyway, were of great excitement and many parents cherished memories with their first year students. However, one house hold, did none of these things in which the others did. In one, A boy with crazy black hair and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead ate a piece of week old cake from his red-haired friend.
His Aunt, Uncle, and un-proportionally huge cousin ate breakfast downstairs. The smells of the burnt bacon rose into the room of the boy and he smelt in disgust. A feast, at the end of the day, awaited him. He knew, without a doubt it would also be accompanied with delights in being around his friends and being able to do his wondrous magic freely. He pondered this in his head as he slowly opened the door, while dragging his trunk behind, that had a snowy white owl strapped to it, and went downstairs.
"BOY!" His Uncle Vernon bellow as he quivered his mustache and little drops of coffee flung over the napkin that was wedged between his neck and shirt, "You'll not be asking for any money! I will take you to the air port and will never hear from you again! IS THAT CLEAR?" His uncle peered at him from his deep set, fat covered eyes, waiting for an agreement.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry kept his tone as simple as possible. He didn't want a fight from his uncle. He was going back to his sanctuary, and he didn't want anything to ruin it, especially his obnoxious relatives. His Uncle conceded, barked an order to him to get in the car and wait for him. Harry complied and went to the car. He loaded the trunk himself, no surprise there.
Half an hour later Harry finally watched his Aunt kiss his uncle's massive cheek while he walked out the door. His uncle didn't walk, he flat down waddled. Well, with that size walking was long gone…along with Dudley, Harry's cousin's, days of running. They were really pathetic. Oh wait…they'd "taken him in out of the goodness of their hearts." Yah, what a load of rubbish. Harry automatically looked out the window of his door when his uncle got in. They drove to the station in less than ten minutes. Silence accompanying them all the way.
"Wow Harry! I can't believe it! They locked us in the tomb and everything! And then like this one guy was trying to get this one mummy to come back to life and what not, and Fred and George were getting creped out!" Ron told his summer vacation stories from his trip to Cairo, with his family, with a mouthful of food from the sweets cart.
"That's hilarious!" Harry laughed and tried to keep the tears back from his eyes and the food in his mouth all at once. Hermoine was laughing, but she seemed more…indifferent, more…uncaring. She seemed a lot more grown up all of a sudden. Her usual frizzy long hair was now straight and a light brown. Her features had finally began to bloom and she was becoming more and more grown up as the years came by. Ron had changed quite a bit from his youth also. He seemed to have gained a foot almost! Well, to him he thought so. His bright red hair had slowly faded to more of a darker reddish brown. His features had begun to finally mature and his brow and slightly lengthened and his eyes a little more deep set. Harry had changed, not so much from his youth as the other two, but more into a mental state also. Sure, he had grown and his limbs had slowly begun to build muscle, but inside his head something was wrong. He knew something was missing. Hopefully it was school. His friends were here though, on the train, he was laughing, and when he thought about it: it was still there, that little emptiness. At this thought Harry slowly stopped laughing and looked out the window. He pondered the feeling, twisting it and turning it in his head as to get the feel of its texture. He couldn't quite grasp what he was feeling…it was loneliness, but it wasn't. It was fear, but then it wasn't. He didn't quite know what it was.
"Harry," Hermoine looked at him in an all-knowing sort of way, "what's the matter?"
"Yah Harry, you were laughing and then you just like…stopped." Ron seemed worried at his best friend's change.
"Nothing really. Just wondering what happened to everyone over the summer. I wonder what everyone has been up to. I wonder…how many people have changed." This was a lie, but his friends bought it and as the train continued down the tracks in the rain Ron, Harry, and Hermoine talked of fun, adventures, and many other cherished things. They had no idea what was happening just a few cars down from theirs.
Ginny sat and talked to Linda in her cart that seemed more comfortable as the years went buy.
"Ginny, wait 'til you meet him! He's down right, drop-dead handsome! And, he very skilled and smart! He's captain of the Ravenclaw team, you know." Linda beamed with excitement at the young boy's talent. Linda and Ginny had grown into boys over the summer. They talked about them every day and every chance that they got.
"I know. There are a lot of other cute boys though Linda." Ginny sighed as her friend rambled on about how none could compare to Jordan McGregor. Ginny, in her mind replayed her dream and couldn't place Jordan into the character. That character was the person whom she had started dreaming of since the beginning of June:
Walking down a hallway in her stunningly beautiful white dress Ginny smiled with radiance. The ball awaited her and the huge oak doors swung open to let her pass into the great room. There everyone else danced and she became nervous. She wanted to run, run so that she wouldn't have to dance. She would run…and just as she turned to leave a hand caught her gloved one. She looked to its owner to find the boy, the character, dressed in a navy blue fancy robe with a black mask, covered with green feathers on. He smiled down at her and she smiled back as he led her onto the dance floor. They molded into each other and they danced as if tomorrow wouldn't come. The world spun and just as Ginny was about to fall from the dancing he leaned into her and came closer…for that secretive kiss…before…she woke up.
"Earth to Ginny! Ginny watch out! A dementor's coming your way!" Linda had been trying to shake her from her daydream for nearly a minute.
"Oh…sorry Linda! I was just thinking…"Ginny tried to make of an excuse instead of looking for the fake dementor.
"No, I know…the dream and the mysterious character. Really Ginny, you really think we're that lucky? Hah…yah right. Besides the mask is probably to cover up some disfigurement or scar or something horrifying." Linda stood at her last comment, "Well, I'll leave you with your dream. I'm gonna travel up through the carts and try to sneak a peak of Jordan. See ya in a little while." She left the cart just to Ginny and disappeared through the sliding glass doors.
Ginny stared out the window and stood to try to focus on something besides her love-stuck dream. She went to the window at the end of the cart and looked at the track slowly leading back to London. She closed her eyes while she head the sliding glass doors open.
"Gee Linda…that was quick." She went to turn and before she had finalized her motion a hand caught her across the face in a painful slap. The hand quickly grabbed her hair, the other her waist, and brought her face-to-face with Michael McCreevy.
"I told you not to dump me…who do you think you are?" He whispered this into her face before looking at her lips and licking his own while saying, "now, you're going to pay."
Ginny's last thought was to scream…but his lips closed over hers and he pressed her to the door with his body. His hands held hers against the wall as he made her cut her lips on her own teeth. He smiled as she struggled in his grasp. She prayed from it to end, someone to save her. Only, the person who would save was not who she would have ever expected.
