Fan Fiction - The Whispers of the Wind - Fantasy - http://maxpages.com/beauxtriwizard/fanfic

...kay then....this is my FIRST fanfic...it is kind
of silly...kinda sappy...and kinda cute all at once.

Disclaimer: these characters are not mine...nor do I
have any intention of infringing upon their copyrights..
or those of JKR...so just back off ya crazies!...hehe!

The Whispers of the Wind
By: Molly Kate

Harry wrenched his broom handle around violently
as a *bluder* came hissing past him. Behind him came the
tell-tale sounds of yet another *bludger*, and he shut his
eyes and dove. He smiled softly as he inhaled, feeling the
wind ripping past his ears and the warmth of the sun on his
skin. Ron's shout rang out behind him and his eyes snapped
open to focus on the ground rushing to meet him and he swerved
to the left, leveling out of his dive, and effectively dodging
the third *bludger*, which was in all actuality a good sized
horse apple. Harry, Ron, and the twins were practicing in the
vacant field a small distance from the Burrow.
It was the summer after the last book, or better known to
the characters in this story (since they don't realize that they
are in books) the summer of Harry's fourth year. It was in these
afternoon Quidditch practice sessions that Harry found he could
forget the events of last year and feel the dark cloud lift from
his heart. He landed lightly and turned to face his friends on the
other side of the field, dwarfed by the giant trees that surrounded
the clearing. They were involved in deep conversation, probably
planning yet another complex strategy. He drifted towards them slowly,
enjoying the peaceful calm of the enclosure. George looked up.
"Oi! Harry! We want to try a chaser drill. Stay there."
Harry nodded and gave a thumbs up to show he had heard. Fred
grabbed an old soccer ball from the leaves by his feet and hopped
on his broom and soared into the air. Ron and George followed, still
arguing about position and order. Fred grinned as Harry brought his
Firebolt around to race with Fred. He gestured.
"They're still arguing. Here, go long!" Harry nodded and
flattened himself to the broomstick in the direction Fred had
indicated. He got halfway across the clearing and he sat up and
twisted around to see Fred. Fred leaned back and slung the ball
towards Harry. It was a long lofty throw. The ball arced over
Harry's head and into the surrounding trees. Fred yelled,
"Not long enough!" Harry laughed and called back.
"Hang on, I've got it!" He drifted between the trees and
touched down. He could still hear George, Ron, and now Fred
laughing at some comment, but he could no longer see them. He
fixed his broom over his shoulder and started searching the
underbrush. He spotted what he thought could be the ball in the
brush beside a huge tree, but as he drew closer, he realized that
it was someone's hand. He cautiously moved forward, circling around
the trunk, not knowing what to expect. And there in a patch of light
that had made it through the trees, was Ginny, fast asleep.
Evidently, she had come to watch them play and sat down by this
tree and fallen asleep.
She was lying curled up against the trunk of the tree, one
hand beneath her chin, and one lying stretched on the ground.
There were red and gold leaves in her hair. Her mouth parted
slightly in her sleep as she took a breath, and Harry suddenly
forgot what he was supposed to be doing. For some reason, his
feet would only move in one direction, and he suddenly realized that
it was towards the tree, the same direction that his feet were
currently mindlessly taking him. He halted on the edge of the
patch of sunlight, and managed to close his mouth where it had
somehow come open. Then he realized something worse, the ball had
rolled into the curve of her sleeping form and he would have to
pry it from between her elbow and knee. He took a deep breath and
shut his mouth where it had fallen open again.
He moved forward and knelt to try to gently take the ball,
but as he did so, his shadow fell across her face and she stirred.
Her eyes opened a bit, she sighed softly, and her mouth moved into a
wistful smile. Harry found himself grinning foolishly at her. He shook
himself and turned his mind back to the task at hand. He gently laid a
hand on the ball and was preparing to roll it away, when Ginny's subconscious
finally got through to her conscious and she came fully awake.
Her eyes opened slowly, and then as she realized that someone was
kneeling over her, she inhaled sharply and her eyes snapped open. Harry
suddenly felt foolish as her wide eyes found his and the inevitable blush
crept up her cheek. He avoided her eyes as he felt his face burning as well.
"Um-the ball....it got away from us...sorry...sorry." He grabbed the ball
and rolled to his feet and backed away from her as she mumbled something dazedly.
Harry nodded and turned to his broom just as Fred and George began calling his
name, evidently noting his long absence. He hollered
"I've got it!" so the twins wouldn't try to come and find him and wreak
further embarrassment upon them both. He mounted his broom and shook his head
which was buzzing strangely. He moved forward through the trees as quickly
as he dared to go. Then he finally reached the clearing and he
zoomed out into the open, the ball held high, hoping his face wasn't still
red.
Behind him a young girl, her face still flushed with sleep peered out
from behind the trunk of a white pale-barked tree, her mouth open, her wide
eyes tracking a figure in the sky.

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