She appeared in the same spot. Only many years before her present time. She blinked at first, then recognised where she was. In the past.
She was still by the same wall, that Malfoy had thrown her against. But the wall continued this time. She followed the wall with her eyes a little up. There it was.
Hogwarts.
Her old school looked like new. The castle was standing in all its glory before her. Birds were flying above the castle roof. The lake was there and clean. Not filled with corpses and filth. A smile played on the lips and her eyes softened. The castle was whole. And the sky was the bluest blue she had seen in a long time.
She swallowed and tried to make a step. It was impossible. Walk, she thought. Go on! But what seemed once so easy, felt so hard. She couldn't move.
What if she was only dreaming? What if Malfoy had knocked her unconscious and this before her was only a trick of her mind? Maybe she was still laying there next to the ruins and was waiting for Harry to rescue her, like he always did.
The sound of footsteps, coming from behind her, shook her out of her thoughts. She turned and saw a boy coming her way. The boy stopped right in front of her and eyed her.
Red hair, a white complexion with freckles all over the face. And old run down clothes.
A lump got caught in her throat. She recognised the boy in an instance and launched herself onto him. Hugging him tight and sobbing into his chest.
"Ron, oh Ron!" she cried. "Thank god… Ron, it's you. … I … I …" She muffled the last words into his shirt, before the sobbing made her unable to speak more.
The red headed boy was startled at first. He had his hands hanging to the sides of his body. But after he noticed her red hair and her freckled complexion, he wrapped his arms around her.
The crying and sobbing died down after a few minutes and the boy noticed that the girl had fallen asleep in his arms. A flush rose to his cheeks. He had never had a pretty girl in his arms before. And now this girl had even fallen asleep in his arms… not that it didn't feel good. Really. But something was odd about her. And this situation was so suggestive to anyone that would soon pass by.
Looking a little helpless, his gaze shifted towards the castle. Surely the headmaster could help him, he thought. But how would he get the girl to the castle without waking her. He really had no clue. He never knew what to do with girls…
Someone had cleared his voice behind him. His head snapped back and he looked into the face of a very serious head boy.
"Thank goodness you're here! I need help."
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A/N well, it is a time travelling fic… so no… she is definetly not back in her own time. And NO, this is not Ron. I will now have to think of a really good name… I mean I have an idea, but… lets just wait and see how good the next chapter will become.
I have to say, I am really proud of myself, that I was able to come that far really. Never thought it possible.