"Would anyone like to try?" Ginny was woken up from a dreamless sleep in
Transfiguration one Thursday by McGonagall's strict voice. She looked up
to see her teacher with an hourglass on a chain, looking for volunteers.
Ginny stretched and hands went in the air as she yawned.
"Ah, miss Weasley. Thank you for volunteering." McGonagall walked up to
her, placed the hourglass round Ginny's neck, and backed away expectantly.
A confused Ginny examined the object carefully, trying to make out what it was. She flipped and turned it over in her hand. She looked up at McGonagall. . .at least she tried to. Everything was spinning violently. The world was just colours. . .baby blue, pink, yellow, navy blue, mint green, violet. . .all colours.
Ginny was about to throw up when the spinning suddenly stopped and she felt herself falling. She looked down. Only a few meters. Thump! She hit the ground and blacked out.
?????
Ginny heard strange noises as she woke up from unconsciousness. It was not her language, that's for sure. Her eyes blurred as she opened them and a strange vision came before her. She was in what looked like a tent, and looking over her were two dirty, black-haired women, clothed in deerskin, bracelets and necklaces decorated with feathers and shells. They were very tall and scrawny. One of the women was holding a turtle rattle and was shaking it above her body.
"Where am I?" Ginny asked and sat up. The woman with the rattle waved a hand towards the pile of sheets that she was lying on, indicating her to rest. Ginny lay down again and repeated her question.
"Kha lihfrang kom Khakinake," the woman with the rattle told the other woman, who stood up and left.
"You don't understand me do you?" she asked. The woman ignored her. "Oh, bugger." She said and punched the ground. Her fist hit a rock, causing it to start bleeding. Ginny swore as she sucked her fist.
A moment later, the woman came back and following her was a white man, dressed in deerskin like the women. His chest was bare and muscular, along with his arms. There was a bow and arrows across his back and his blonde hair was decorated with a white feather that hung loose in his eyes. He was very pale, but dirty.
Ginny gasped as realisation hit her. . .this was Draco Malfoy.
A/N: OK, please review. Would you like for me to carry on? You'll find out why Draco's there in the next chapter! Please stay with me!!!!
A confused Ginny examined the object carefully, trying to make out what it was. She flipped and turned it over in her hand. She looked up at McGonagall. . .at least she tried to. Everything was spinning violently. The world was just colours. . .baby blue, pink, yellow, navy blue, mint green, violet. . .all colours.
Ginny was about to throw up when the spinning suddenly stopped and she felt herself falling. She looked down. Only a few meters. Thump! She hit the ground and blacked out.
?????
Ginny heard strange noises as she woke up from unconsciousness. It was not her language, that's for sure. Her eyes blurred as she opened them and a strange vision came before her. She was in what looked like a tent, and looking over her were two dirty, black-haired women, clothed in deerskin, bracelets and necklaces decorated with feathers and shells. They were very tall and scrawny. One of the women was holding a turtle rattle and was shaking it above her body.
"Where am I?" Ginny asked and sat up. The woman with the rattle waved a hand towards the pile of sheets that she was lying on, indicating her to rest. Ginny lay down again and repeated her question.
"Kha lihfrang kom Khakinake," the woman with the rattle told the other woman, who stood up and left.
"You don't understand me do you?" she asked. The woman ignored her. "Oh, bugger." She said and punched the ground. Her fist hit a rock, causing it to start bleeding. Ginny swore as she sucked her fist.
A moment later, the woman came back and following her was a white man, dressed in deerskin like the women. His chest was bare and muscular, along with his arms. There was a bow and arrows across his back and his blonde hair was decorated with a white feather that hung loose in his eyes. He was very pale, but dirty.
Ginny gasped as realisation hit her. . .this was Draco Malfoy.
A/N: OK, please review. Would you like for me to carry on? You'll find out why Draco's there in the next chapter! Please stay with me!!!!