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Chapter 1: Lakes and The Beginning Of Dreams
It was a hot summer day. The kind of humid day where the sun followed you, wherever you went and there was no way to escape it's clutches. Not even hiding under shade from the giant green-leafed Elm trees. The sun shone from the sky, through the leaves and cascaded down, making the air thick and muggy.
This was the problem Ginny faced when the haze seemed to stick to her skin as she stomped through the forest.
The heat was making everybody nuts at home. Her Mom was yelling at the twins for exploding fireworks in their room. Ron and Hermione were on their, what was it? Third row for the day so she decided to go for a walk.
Ginny was walking to a place where she had once taken refuge from her brothers. They had decided to turn everything in her room pink and to retaliate, she put itching powder in their beds. That hadn't gone over well with them. She had woken up in the morning and came downstairs to three angry brothers.
She had innocently smiled and ran like a cheetah out of the house and into the woods, eventually making it to a secluded lake, hidden from the rest of the world. No one but her knew about it.
At times it was a haven for her. So she could hide from her family when they became too overwhelming.
Ginny could still remember her brothers red in fury faces that morning before she ran away. She grinned, also remembering their voices hollering after her.
Pushing the bright green bushes out of the way, Ginny suddenly stopped. Relishing in the majestic sight before her. Even though she already lived in a world of magic, this place felt even more magical.
There was a waterfall rushing down into a tiny lake. A cliff was at the top where you could jump off, and a cave was hidden beneath the waterfall. Trees were littered all over the place, the green canopy of leaves creating shadows, but there was still sun peaking through.
The lake water it's self was crystal clear, like ice. You could almost see all the way down to the bottom, except for the deepest part in the middle. It was pitch black, like the blackest of nights or one of the darkest days of your life.
In the wintertime it froze all the way over and she liked to go skating. But in the summer, on days like today, it was one of the best ways to beat the heat.
This was Ginny's reason for being here. She smiled, besides Hogwarts and home this was ultimately her favourite place to be. It calmed her, helped her feel at peace.
Ginny had been slightly pissed before coming to the lake. Dean had sent an owl saying they shouldn't go out anymore. She wasn't that mad considering it had only been a few weeks and they hadn't actually been on a real date anyway. It was just unexpected, she was okay with it.
She had told Hermione about it, who had some insight to why she wasn't the mad or sad that Dean had broken up with her.
Hermione said that she hadn't gotten over Harry and went out with Micheal and Dean to try and get over him. Ginny had been shocked. But there was no denying it, that was the truth. It was kind of hard to face.
She still wasn't over him. Ginny had been infatuated with him since the first time he had entered her eyesight. Ginny just didn't know what to do, it wasn't like Harry was ever going to like her...
Ginny shook her head and continued walking. Thinking negatively about this situation was what Hermione had forbidden her to do. Hermione said that she should try and be positive and positive things would come in return. Such a Hermione statement.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of the forest. Silently hoping Ron and Hermione were done fighting. Ginny thought about this whole situation. It was kind of backwards to have Hermione telling her what to do about Harry, when Hermione was certainly confused about what to do with Ron. Ginny smiled, Hermione had a total obsession with her brother. It was cute, considering Ron was totally in love with Hermione. They were both too stubborn for their own good.
Ginny sighed, looking onto the surface of the lake. The water was as still as could be. There was no breeze to make waves, or flip the leaves around as if they were in a restless sleep.
Gazing up at the sky, she noted the suns rays had started to lower.
She glanced over the lake once more and turned on her heel, to start slowly walking home.
It was dark and misty. She tried to inhale, but there was nothing there. She took a hold of her throat trying to breathe, as choking sounds came out. A loud pounding noise filled her ears. It was eerie, like drums. Her body felt as cold as ice and even the hottest fire couldn't warm her up.
She bolted up in fear. Ginny placed a hand to her chest and was breathing deeply. She could feel sweat running down her forehead as her other hand had a tight grip on her bed sheets.
Ginny squeezed her eyes shut, trying to reassure herself that it was just a dream and calm her breathing. Her mind was spinning with thoughts about what the dream could have been about.
A loud pounding sound and she couldn't breathe...
She shook her head frantically, riding her mind of those thoughts. The dream, it felt so real.
Taking one last deep breath she opened her eyes and cautiously laid back down, her head falling graciously onto the pillow. Ginny slowly closed her eyes again repeating the thought, 'It was just a dream. I'll forget about it in the morning.', over and over in her head.
Ginny finally got back to sleep, the dream fresh in her mind. Hoping that in the morning, it would vanish from her mind.
A/N: Any thoughts? I'd like to hear some feedback about if I should continue or not!