RP: Ginny & Charlie
Who: Ginny Potter & Charlie Weasley Where: Dragon camp, Hogwarts When: 6th November 2010 Summary: Ginny wakes up differently to how she imagined she would.
Ginny loved bed time. With Harry being an Auror and proving he wasn't just a boy wonder, she didn't get to see him much and her own hours were erratic with Quidditch practice for the Magpies. So whilst dinner was often a practical affair with both of them trying to get some sustenance into their exhausted bodies, bed time was a time when they could talk and laugh and Ginny could have Harry all to herself. She knew that Harry Potter was still the hero of the wizarding world and probably always would be but in their bed, he was just Harry. Her Harry.
The last thing Ginny remembered was kissing him and murmuring a sleepy "night", falling asleep with his arm curled around her. They both had a day off tomorrow and apart from visiting her parents for lunch, they had nothing else to do. She was really going to enjoy a lazy morning in bed. When she woke however, she most definitely wasn't in their bed. It was cold and... Could she feel a breeze?
She opened her eyes, looking around her. Where the bloody hell was she? And where was Harry? What on earth had happened?
There were trees, thick around her but she thought she could sense noise near her. And where was her wand? She patted her pockets down and swore softly as she realised she didn't have it. She was still in her pyjamas come to think of it and since the war had ended, Ginny hadn't been in the habit of keeping her wand under her pillow.
Swallowing thickly, Ginny moved closer to the source of the noise and trying to avoid stepping on anything sharp or nasty with bare feet, she came into a clearing where tents were pitched. It looked normal enough but there was nobody there. The noise was coming from somewhere nearby though and before heading there, wandless, she thought she had better check out the tents of the noise-makers, to see if there was any clues which would help identify who these campers were. A small part of her brain supplied the phrase 'friend or foe' but she tried to ignore it. It was peaceful now. Harry had seen to that... Although where was he?
She walked towards one of the tents when she stepped on something sharp and gasped, hopping around and grabbing her foot. It was then that she saw a flash of very familiar red hair and stilled suddenly.
"Dad..." Ginny broke off, stared harder. The man was a Weasley, no doubt about that but it wasn't her father. This man was strongly built, with scars and burns and, apart from looking a lot older than she remembered, looked just like- She shook her head. "... Charlie?"