It was early on Sunday morning and Hogwarts castle was fast asleep in the glow of the predawn light. Ginerva Molly Weasley was silently tiptoeing around the fifth year girl's dormitories, gathering her things and sneaking down the stairs. After reaching the Gryffindor Common Room, she sat down in one of the overstuffed armchairs by the fire and slipped on her trainers. Making sure she had all she needed, Ginny climbed through the portrait hole and out into the sleeping castle.
Overwhelmed by the amount of homework her professors had been assigning their new OWL level students; Ginny hadn't had time to take out her camera in far too long. It was now the first week of October and Ginny hadn't shot anything since before term started. Unlike Collin Creevy, Ginny wasn't obnoxious about her simple passion. Intent on escaping the inexorable boredom of the nearly empty Burrow, Ginny had ventured into muggle London with her father many times over the summer. Arthur Weasley had a passion for all things muggle and often times found his latest obsession, as well as additions to his sparkplug collection, at muggle yard sales. It was on one such trip that Ginny had found her treasure, an old muggle film camera, cast aside for a newer "digital" model, whatever that meant. After purchasing a new battery and a handful of rolls of cheep black and white film she had started experimenting with contrast, light and shadow, focus and blur, still lives and living subjects. Eventually she found her favorite subjects were often located in the fields behind the Burrow where her six older brothers had once played quiddich while she watched broomless from the sidelines. She tried developing her shots in the potion that allowed them to move, but after a few tries decided her shots of plants and animals, both portraits and landscapes, would look better still. Returning to London with what little pocket money she had, Ginny purchased the things she would need in order to continue with her new found passion, this time the muggle way.
It was this enthusiasm that pulled her from her bed at such an ungodly hour. Ever since discovering the hidden magic of muggle photography, Ginny had wanted to capture the sun as it crested the mountains surrounding the Black Lake. Carrying her tripod, with color film in her camera, Ginny searched for the perfect spot to freeze the blazing ball as it lit the lake on fire.
In the semi darkness of predawn, the young woman did not see the lone figure standing on the edge of the lake, staring despondently into its depths. Setting up her tripod, Ginny focused her lens on the crest of the mountains, the lakes near bank in the foreground, stretching back until it disappeared into the shadows of the vast summits. It was then, as the sun's first rays peaked warily over the peaks, that Ginny saw the young man. Not immediately recognizing him, Ginny felt her ire rise at the lone figure obscuring her perfect shot. Looking through her eyepiece, Ginny realized that rather than ruining the nature scene, the shadowy silhouette completed the image. His desolate stance lit by the first rays of a new day. The dawn of a new hope. Snapping shot after shot as the sun climbed higher, she eventually began to recognize the desolate looking man. The way the rays glinted off his white blond hair, making it look golden red, much like her own, shocked her out of her revere. The young man who looked so fragile and alone was none other than Draco Malfoy.