Star-crossed | Ginny Weasley

Prologue I

✎ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖕𝖙. 1 ✎

"Can we play with the gun?"

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July 30, 1991

SCREAMS OF PEOPLE, jets of green light, sounds of feet padding hurriedly, a baby cry, a woman cry, a man cry, pleas for a remission; it all happened in only a mere second, flashing inside her head at once.

The little girl let out a deafening scream, afraid of everything she sees in her head. Overwhelmed by everything that happening in her head. It all causing a real burning feeling creeping through her whole body, felt like her skin getting slashed by thousands of burning knife, making her skin curled upwards from the heat it received. The little girl kept on screaming on top of her lungs, there was nothing she could do aside from it. It was painful.

But then it all went into a silence in a sudden. Not because the agony had stopped but because she was struggling for air. Her pipe was closing in as she felt a clump of blood growing in her throat.

Her body kept writhing and rolling on her bed, her face started turning into purple from the lack of oxygen. Her hand reached up to her neck, clawing the skin furiously. She needed to breathe, but it was not possible as the clamp of blood in her throat growing even more — and now there were long and slender fingers wrapped around her throat tightly, choking her to dead. It was like whoever the person who's choking her wanted her to be silence as they kept torturing her. And how lucky they were for their wish was granted. Because of it, the girl was left muted — asides from the sickening choking sounds that managed to escape from her lips.

It was unbearable, the pain was unbearable, the sight before her was unbearable. She was tortured as the scene kept playing before her. The pain was doubled. No one deserved this, and she was just an eleven year old kid.

"Diana!"

The little girl snapped her eyes open, she gave a fit coughes as she finally enable to breathe. Tears were flowing down from the corner of her eyes, her lips let out a fit coughs mixed up with a heart wrenching sobs. The atmosphere inside the room was eerily cold, but maybe it was because from the window Diana always let open in summer. But, since when summer felt this cold?

"M-mum," Diana called for her mother in stutter, still coughing. Her hand was trembling so bad as she reached out to her mother.

From the doorway, the red-haired woman rushed to her side and made a swift move to scoop her child onto her lap, rocking her body side to side and peppering gentle kisses on her temple. Shushing her softly. The adult was terrified, she was terrified of anything that happening inside her daughter's head, she was terrified of anything her daughter sees inside her head. The scream Diana made was not only hurting her ears, but also her heart. It was like squeezing her heart out until she felt like she could never wake up. Grecia leaned away a little to look down at her daughter, the little girl was clinging on her shirt tightly, afraid if she let her go then she would just disappear and gone from her grasp. It was the first time Grecia witness her daughter having nightmare, a real bad one she might say.

"I don't remember, Mum." Said little Diana through her cracked voice. Her sob had quieted down, leaving hiccups from the sob.

"W-what?"

"I don't remember what I was dreaming about."

Then she broke down again, the only thing she knew was that she was afraid. The feelings were lingering in her heart, but her brain couldn't make out what triggered the feelings to turn on. She was afraid, so afraid that she started to hyperventilate.