Inside the snow globe (Prompt: Enchanted)
Prompt: Enchanted
Title: Inside the snow globe
Author: otterandterrier
Characters/Ship: Ginny Weasley, a bit of Harry/Ginny
Rating/Warning: G/None
Word count: 488
Thanks a lot to tristelamar_23 for checking this! ^-^ I'm hopefully back to writing for the past prompts, yay!
To write this, I was thinking of Harry taking out the Marauders Map just to check on her labelled dot. Wasn't that lovely? I love when it says that he thought maybe she felt the force of his gaze on her. Aww! I should write some more HG love.
'Good night, Ginny,' Luna said. Giving her a brief hug, she whispered casually, 'Meet you later, same time and place.' She then waved and turned round, walking toward Ravenclaw Tower.
'Bye, Luna,' Ginny waved back, climbing through the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Only a few people stayed up late now at the Common Room. Days were long, exhausting and stressing for every non-Slytherin student: the pressure of doing well in exams and completing assignments were almost long forgotten, having been replaced by the fear of being tortured by their own "professors" or hearing bad news...
Ginny replied to the several greetings and muttered words of encouragement from her classmates with a warm smile as she walked to her new favourite spot, while the room grew quieter and darker, the remaining candles reduced to melting wax in their sockets.
She waited until the last student left the room to sit on a wide window sill, gathered her legs and sank her head in her arms. It wasn't an act of pride from her, keeping people from seeing her only signs of weakness. It was just the way it was. Ginny Weasley was strong. Ginny Weasley had to be strong. Because her parents had taught her since she was born what it was to be strong, because she had grown up amongst boys who were naturally strong, because she had to resist, because she was with Neville and Luna, and many others that, like her, had something worth to fight for, and needed them to be strong. Because Harry was somewhere out there, fighting too, and being strong as he always had been.
Harry. She missed him. She wished that her last look at him hadn't been through the chaos of her brother's wedding, that their last kiss had lasted longer and that her prayers were working, keeping him safe and out of danger as much as possible.
What were he, Ron and Hermione doing by now, she had no idea. They had slipped nothing, not even Hermione would tell her when she had the chance to do so. Maybe she hadn't known it for sure. And now Ginny had no pictures in her head that would help her to imagine them, she couldn't place them anywhere. So she simply thought of him.
Ginny felt sleepy as she contemplated the white exterior of Hogwarts through the dark window. The grounds that held so many happy hours in the sun with Harry looked now like the inside of an enchanted snow globe. Somebody might have been looking at it right now, from above, and seeing the teeny tiny dot that was Ginny, curled against the window in the small castle that Hogwarts was, inside the snow globe. Maybe it was Harry. She felt his gaze pressing on her, piercing every pore in her body.
Her eyes flew open, searching in the darkness. She was sure he was watching her. Somewhere.
Title: Inside the snow globe
Author: otterandterrier
Characters/Ship: Ginny Weasley, a bit of Harry/Ginny
Rating/Warning: G/None
Word count: 488
Thanks a lot to tristelamar_23 for checking this! ^-^ I'm hopefully back to writing for the past prompts, yay!
To write this, I was thinking of Harry taking out the Marauders Map just to check on her labelled dot. Wasn't that lovely? I love when it says that he thought maybe she felt the force of his gaze on her. Aww! I should write some more HG love.
'Good night, Ginny,' Luna said. Giving her a brief hug, she whispered casually, 'Meet you later, same time and place.' She then waved and turned round, walking toward Ravenclaw Tower.
'Bye, Luna,' Ginny waved back, climbing through the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Only a few people stayed up late now at the Common Room. Days were long, exhausting and stressing for every non-Slytherin student: the pressure of doing well in exams and completing assignments were almost long forgotten, having been replaced by the fear of being tortured by their own "professors" or hearing bad news...
Ginny replied to the several greetings and muttered words of encouragement from her classmates with a warm smile as she walked to her new favourite spot, while the room grew quieter and darker, the remaining candles reduced to melting wax in their sockets.
She waited until the last student left the room to sit on a wide window sill, gathered her legs and sank her head in her arms. It wasn't an act of pride from her, keeping people from seeing her only signs of weakness. It was just the way it was. Ginny Weasley was strong. Ginny Weasley had to be strong. Because her parents had taught her since she was born what it was to be strong, because she had grown up amongst boys who were naturally strong, because she had to resist, because she was with Neville and Luna, and many others that, like her, had something worth to fight for, and needed them to be strong. Because Harry was somewhere out there, fighting too, and being strong as he always had been.
Harry. She missed him. She wished that her last look at him hadn't been through the chaos of her brother's wedding, that their last kiss had lasted longer and that her prayers were working, keeping him safe and out of danger as much as possible.
What were he, Ron and Hermione doing by now, she had no idea. They had slipped nothing, not even Hermione would tell her when she had the chance to do so. Maybe she hadn't known it for sure. And now Ginny had no pictures in her head that would help her to imagine them, she couldn't place them anywhere. So she simply thought of him.
Ginny felt sleepy as she contemplated the white exterior of Hogwarts through the dark window. The grounds that held so many happy hours in the sun with Harry looked now like the inside of an enchanted snow globe. Somebody might have been looking at it right now, from above, and seeing the teeny tiny dot that was Ginny, curled against the window in the small castle that Hogwarts was, inside the snow globe. Maybe it was Harry. She felt his gaze pressing on her, piercing every pore in her body.
Her eyes flew open, searching in the darkness. She was sure he was watching her. Somewhere.