harry and ginny--my version

it just bothers me when ppl do it constantly. I mean we're Harry Potter obessors we're supposed to know how to spell things that relate to Harry Potter. But yea we make mistakes and thats ok

Okay, here’s the next post. Please post your comments!

Ginny lay on her four-poster bed, staring up at the ceiling, the curtains pulled around her bed. She had never really liked the hideous curtains, and had always wanted to ask Hermione about a spell to change them, but she never had.

She was a wreck. Her usual happy and cheerful face was now a mess because of Harry. Her eyes were all red and puffy from crying all night. Her pale skin was cold, and she shuddered as she thought of what might happen to Harry…to her brother, Ron, to Hermione.

The door to Ginny’s dorm room creaked open, and Brianna walked in. “Hey, how are you doing?” Brianna asked, sitting on Ginny’s bed.

“I’m just…” said Ginny in a whisper, “scared.”

“Hon, don’t worry about it,” said Brianna. “He’s gonna realize that he made a mistake by leaving you here, and he’ll come back for you.”

“I don’t know…” whispered Ginny. She wanted to cry…but there were no tears left in her. “I just, I just don’t want to talk about it,” she said, rolling over so that she faced the window.

“Well, talk to me when you want to,” said Brianna understandingly.

Ginny smiled a little. She was glad she had such a good friend. She tried hard to fill her head with only good memories, and once accomplished, fell into a deep sleep.
~*~*~

And that was why, when the window opened, Ginny heard nothing. “Mumbleffia,” whispered a black-cloaked figure. The spell was an advanced spell that the Dark Lord had taught her. A spell which when used, no one could here you. The figure slipped her body over the windowsill and onto the cold marble floor. A gust of cold winter wind blew in from outside, blowing off the figure’s hood. Ginny shivered in her sleep. The figure pulled her hood back over her face, shutting the window.

The figure walked slowly over to where the sleeping Ginny lay. It peered over her, smiling a little, then it’s face growing sad as it stared at the once happy and cheerful girl that was the best in her year for defense against the dark arts. The figure tore it’s eyes away from the sleeping Ginny, walking to where Ginny’s open trunk lay on the floor. It rummaged around in it for quite some time, then found what it needed: Ginny’s diary.

The spell had worn off by now, and Ginny awoke to rustling. She slowly sat up in her bed, and saw a figure standing at the foot of her bed. She reached over and grabbed her wand from her bedside table, muttering, “Lumos!” Just quiet enough so that the other girls wouldn’t hear her. She stared at the person she saw. “Professor Grinfeld? What are you doing here?” she asked.

Professor Grinfeld pulled back her hood. “Professor McGonagle just asked me to check up on you lot, making sure none of you went after your fellow Gryffindors,” she said, slipping the diary under her robes so that Ginny wouldn’t see.

“Oh, well, I don’t think any of us are going anywhere,” muttered Ginny staring at her bed sheets.

“Well, now that I see you’re all right, I’ll just be going,” and with that, Professor Grinfeld walked out of the room.

'Strange...' thought Ginny as her wand went out and she fell asleep.

bravo bravo*clap* *clap*

Its pretty good and you're improving by every post you make. 😄

very good!

thanks guys! working on the next post now...

okay, well, I need some help, because I have no idea what they're gonna be doing at godric's hollow...so if anyone can help me out with some ideas here, please please PLEASE pm me!!!

its really and cant wait till u post more

soon...cuz i'm working on the next part now...

Are you telling me that Trika is the defence against the dark arts teacher!!!!!! After all greenwort or whoever she is said noone would know her real name.

I think this could be my suggestion: 😍 + 😍 + 😍 +🐰 + 😖mart:
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What the heck does "SOON" mean when a week has past and u haven't posted anything!!!!!

I think that typing "POST" a million times would be worth it.
I'll start now.
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This is Natasha. Usually it's Meena with the death threats but well.... I really want you to live. SO POST! PLEASE! We need some fabulous story action!!

i've just read ur story and i think that its really good when are u going to post again b/c i cant wait

Yea! So Post! Tellement.....

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ok guys give her a break she told me she'll update wen she gets bac from vaca!!!so calm down!!!

her story is awsome

AWSOME STORY CAN`T WAIT FOR MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR STORY TOTALLY ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!