Chapter 8- Normal people, Odd actions.
Thank you all for the reviews! As you may have noticed, I love receiving them! So here's the chapter I hope you have been waiting as I see many of you have been begging me to update. Sorry that it's been like, two days since my last update- homework and detentions held me up. I apologize now if this chapter isn't as good as you expected. I came up with the idea while in P.E, sitting on the side of the pool as I was not taking part in swimming and the water gave me some inspiration. Own nothing that you recognise! Please review and hope you enjoy this new chapter!
It had been almost two weeks since Dean and Ginny had made up and he had given her the necklace. No one knew why but Ginny never took the necklace off as if it was glued tightly to her neck. They had also notice subtle little changes in her that neither she nor Dean had noticed even thought they were always together.
Her long, silky hair now had faded to a more weak ginger. Her freckles seemed to have sunk into her skin as they were no longer seen on her pale, flawless face. He skin had paled drastically and her eyes were always blackened by the heavy bags that lay beneath that made her look as though she hadn't slept in days. But the one thing that Harry had noticed the most, even more than others; her eyes.
Her once beautiful, golden-amber eyes were now a dusty, dying yellow.
Harry found it extremely odd and worrying. Ron and Hermione just though he was going mad and that she was just tired from all the Quiddich she does. No one else really seemed to think much of it. But Harry knew something was wrong and he was about to be proven right….
Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were all sitting at the Gryffindor table at lunch about nine days after the Ginny/Dean incident. Dean was up in his dorm, writing his latest ancient ruins essay while they four were eating and chatting.
Harry and Ron were having a mild debate about the upcoming events of the Quiddich world cup while Hermione was half-heartedly telling Ginny about the latest novel she had read although she knew Ginny wasn't really listening. She was just sitting there, daydreaming, while staring into space and shifting her food around her plate. She didn't eat hardly anything at all anymore and she was becoming noticeably, exceedingly thin.
But then, after a short silence around the group, Hermione spoke up.
"Ginny, are you alright?" Hermione asked, concern etched all across her face as Ron and Harry had stopped their conversation to look closely at Ginny.
As soon as she heard her name, her head snapped up and the daydream she had been lost in was now forgotten. "I'm fine!" she snapped quickly, causing Hermione, Ron and Harry to jump back in their seats, almost falling off and also earning herself a few cautious looks and stares from a some fellow Gryffindor's.
"Yeah Ginny, you aint been right recently, you look ill." Ron whispered to her, half curious, half scared.
With that comment, Ginny jumped from her seat next to Harry, "I. !" she shouted as she left the hall that had filled with many peoples whispers and stares as they had witnessed the scene.
As she walked down the long, surprisingly dark corridors, she suddenly felt cold. She had so many shivers running down her spine that it felt as if someone was having a party over her grave. She began top cough and shiver as she walked down the secluded corridor. She had past only one or two people and they seemed to be perfectly fine. She had started thinking that something odd was going on. Just then, she felt a sudden piercing pain go through her chest as the necklace around her porcelain neck turn a deathly, freezing cold and the giant blue stone in the middle darken into a murky green.
As she rounded the corner, the pain got worse and the necklace got colder. Suddenly, everything went black as her body sank to the dirty floor of the old, abandoned corridor…