Chapter 1
Ginny strolls through the forbidden forest, her cold tears dripping onto the far too dry leaves that crunch wetly under her feet, crunching on the burnt cookies Ron had made her, that happened to be burnt to a crisp, because Ron couldn't bake to save his life, but the burnt taste of uncleaned oven would at least take her mind off her pining for that damned straight girl, Hermione. but Hermione likes Ron, and so Ginny just has to deal with that, as much as she hates it.
a huge crash in the leaves near her scares the cookie out her hand, and it drops to the floor, exploding into a pile of burnt, ashy crumbs. She whips around, pointing her wand at the rustling pile of leaves, the cracked cherry wood tip exuding a honestly pitiful light.
"stupif-
"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLY! CHILL!"
Ron scrambles out of the pile of dirt-ridden leaves, his hands up in mock surrender.
"RONALD! what in Merlin's were you doing?!?!"
The adrenaline still pumping through her, the light at the tip of her wand sparking to life, sounding so much like molly that Ron winces.
"jeez, Gin..
i fell out the tree...."
Ron mumbles almost inaudibly.
"Bloody hell, Ronald"
Ginny crouches down to retrieve whats left of the cookie and hurls it at Ron's head.
There's another rustling in the bushes. Ron's eyes widen so far its a miracle they don't pop out of his head.
it takes a second for Ginny's eyes to adjust to what shes seeing after she turns around.
The spider. it's Aragog.
Ron screams in such a high pitch that fang whimpers, and takes off running, the dog close at his heels, panting and whining.
the spider's huge. it lumbers over to Ginny on all of its eight legs, its joints cracking as it shakes the shimmering blood off its pincers that Ginny could only assume was from a unicorn.
it jerks towards her, pincers shining and snapping far too close to her face, the sweet stench of the unicorn blood fogging her mind. just as it lurches its pincers open, so wide he could swallow her whole without a thought, a huge hippogriff bites its head off, the hollow, squelchy crunch of the cracking bone bringing Ginny to her knees, sobbing from sheer terror.
shes so purely petrified she doesn't feel the swoosh of bitterly cold wind around her as shes picked up by her waist, and plopped gently on to the hippogriffs feathered back, she clutches the soft featheres in her hands, her violent grip making the hypogryff rear up, but is soothed by a voice. her voice. its hermione.