Sometimes it seems like it happened to someone else, like maybe it was a story I heard. The hardest part is not knowing if he made it, but if I knew for sure that I was the only one, it would be worse. At least this way I can imagine he's living somewhere nice, even though deep down I know the truth. The truth is, if Draco is alive, he'd be just like me, living on the run, always looking over his shoulder. Still, I hope that he's out there somewhere, and I hope he's ok.
A/N: Ok this about part is what you could call present time I guess. The rest of the story is going to be Ginny's memory, only it will sound like it is the present. I hope you understand that. During the course of the story there will be flashbacks, but you will be notified when they happen. I hope this makes sense.
A car horn blared, snapping Ginny out of her daze. The crowd around her began to inch forward, crossing the street as the traffic light changed. Hastening her step so as not to be left behind, Ginny crossed the street and made her way towards the flag flapping gently in the morning wind. It was a calm morning, calm compared to most of the mornings you wake up to in Switzerland.
Tightening her jacket to keep out a particularly biting gust of wind, Ginny showed her Visa pass to the guard and stepped into the warmth of the British Embassy. She was living as a muggle these days. Keeping her head low and staying out of the UK. At one time, Ginny had taken pride in being wizard. The magical community thought that they were so great back in the day. They thought that they had had it all dialed in, power and respect hanging out the butt. Voldemort was dead and his faithful Deatheaters were all locked up in Azkaban. Boy did they have it wrong.
During her third year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry the Dark Lord had risen again. At first no one believed it, but then all those muggles and prominent Wizard families began being knocked off. Yes people, Voldemort was back in business, and the realm of magic as we knew it became shrouded in darkness.
Old Voldie didn't last long though. One day the Dark Mark that had been permanently fixed above the Ministry of Magic disintegrated into a shower of sparks and everybody was like 'No way', Voldemort's just a broke ex superpower looking for a hand out and wondering why. You guessed it, Harry Potter 'saved the day' just like everybody knew he would.
But the 'shroud of darkness' wasn't lifted. Harry Potter became head of the Department of Justice and everybody went mad crazy on the hunt for rogue dark wizards. I know what you're thinking, and no, I wasn't into the Big Bad. I just didn't like the way Potter was running things so I bailed. So here I am, waiting in line, trying to keep my freckled rear from being thrown back into England.
"Next, Hello Miss, how can I help you today?"
"Hi," Ginny greeted with a charming smile. "I was told to come back today, to continue my application for a permanent Visa."
"Name?" The attendant had obviously been born without a personality, his fingers poised over his keyboard.
"Wren Aaralyn," Ginny stated, feeling a shooting pain begin to form behind her eyes.
His fingers flew over the keys. Occasionally they would pause and a barely audible, 'uh huh' or 'I see' could be heard. The attendant finally tapped one last key before turning to face Ginny. "I'm sorry Ms. Aaralyn. There seems to be no record of you applying for a permanent Visa. We have you down for a Student Visa only."
Sighing, Ginny pinched the bridge of her nose. "This isn't about a Student Visa. I graduate in two weeks."
"Then your Student Visa will no longer be valid Ms. Aaralyn," he went back to casually flipping through a stack of papers.
"I know it wont be valid anymore you twit," Ginny all but growled. "That's why I applied for a permanent Visa more then two weeks ago, but every time I come back here they shuffle me to some new imbecile and make me start the process all over."
"I'm sorry Ms. Aaralyn, but there is nothing I can do. Now if you will please step aside. Next!!"
"UGH," Ginny wanted to pull her hair out. Feeling the rage begin to well up, she turned on her heel and made for the nearest bathroom.
Ginny sat in the farthest stall for what felt like forever, she was just beginning to calm down when the door burst open and a handful of armed guards poured into the women's facilities. The one nearest Ginny motioned for her to be quiet as another checked the other cubicles. After a slight nod, he lowered his gun and turned to Ginny. "Miss, we have a situation. I'm going to have to ask you to accompany me out of the building."
All Ginny could do was nod silently as the guard guided her out of the embassy. A rather large crowd had gathered outside the front doors. Sirens wailed from the nearby police cars. Pushing through the throng of voyeurs, Ginny crossed the street to where her car was parked.
Ginny was fishing through her coat pockets to find her keys when a masculine cough came from behind her. Squeaking in surprise, Ginny whipped around. Eyes growing wide she began backing away. Her progress was soon halted when her back came into contact with her car. "What…." She tried to voice the question, but her throat had seemed to close of its on accord, stifling any sounds.
Shaking her head in hopes of clearing it, Ginny once again met the intruders gaze. "What the hell are you doing here?"
A/N: ok, this idea popped into my head and it just wouldn't leave till I started writing it. I'm going to see if I can write two stories at once. I'm sorry about the Delay in Never AS it Seems, I have this problem with that story, I know how I want the ending to be, but actually getting to the ending is whats killing me. Anyway, hopefully I can update that one soon but I hope you like this, even though it's a cliffy.