A/N (Warning: Long one!):
First off... I NEVER see any Harry and Ginny fics. All
of them are Hermi/Ron or Harry/Hermi or some other pair up. Newayz,
here's my contribution of a Harry and Ginny fic since I never see
one and I think they would make a cute couple. And, I know wut most
of you peeps will be thinking. "What are you doing!? Ginny is Ron's
little sister!" and yada, yada. FIRST off, Ginny is only a year
younger and I do agree with your complaints if Ron actually would
HELP Harry get with his sister. What brother would do that? BUT
(you see the but there) would you rather have Harry all alone? Cho
isn't getting 2gether with him (she better not ^-^) and Hermione,
if you read the fourth book, is getting with Ron. Now that I lost
most of your attentions and the majority has just clicked the back
button, let's continue.
This fic leaves off after the fourth book (a lot of spoilers)
when the gang comes back from the summer. Despite all the romance in
here, I also wanted to try to write what might happen in the next
book. Oh, and I know that Ginny might not exactly have the 'gift' (as
in foreseeing stuff and predictions), but for the purposes of this
fic, she'll hafta. ^-^ I hope u enjoy! Please r/r.
Disclaimers: I do not own any character that appears in
this fic (J.K. Rowling has that honor), but this fic is mine.
Copyright 2000
Revelations- Part 1
by Marie
He couldn't like her anymore. He just couldn't. Harry Potter
looked at the plastered wall above him, trying to think of anything
else other then last years events. 'Cedric's dead,' he chided himself.
'He loved Cho and now here you are thinking about asking her out.
After he's dead. After it was your fault that he died.'
He closed his eyes as the dorm door opened and closed. He
didn't have to look to know who it was. Ron paused in front of the
door, thinking of what to say. "Hey, Harry, how was your summer?"
Harry smiled a little, thinking of how it was with Sirius.
He was able to eat whatever he liked, sleep whenever he wanted to,
and have fun. He was with his godfather, his father's best friend, and
he no longer had to take crap from the Dursleys. "It was great. Yours?"
Ron snorted, laying on his own back and grinning. "Other then
having Fred and George force me to test their 'products', it was
pretty good."
"Did you see Hermi?"
"Yeah.." Ron said this a bit quieter now, something odd in
his voice. "She said she had some fun. But, you know her. Fun is
reading a lot of books."
Harry stopped from looking at the ceiling and glanced towards
his friend's flustered face. He didn't speak, but rather quietly
inquired what was making Ron so nervous.
Ron turned red again, shrugging. "Yeah, well, Cho has been
asking about you," he said trying to swerve the conversation to another
direction. "I just came up because she wouldn't stop bombarding me
with questions about you."
Harry became rigid as he looked intently at the ceiling.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. I wouldn't be shocked if she likes you," Ron said
without thinking. Immediately, he regretted it. He saw Harry's eyes
close, his lips pressed tightly. "But, you know me... I'm usually
wrong in stuff." Even though Harry hadn't told him how he felt
about Cho yet, because he sure didn't know, Ron already understood
what the situation was.
"How do you think it will be in divination this year?" said
Ron, trying to get Harry to think of something else. "More death
omens, do you think? Ginny is completely into it. Professor Trelawny
told her she had the 'gift.' If you ask me, the only gift she has
is to destroy stuff. Especially whenever your around."
For once, Harry smiled a little. Ginny Weasley. Before, he
just thought of her as Ron's younger sister who he saved from Tom
Riddle in his second year. Just last year, she showed that she
wasn't 'just' Ron's sister, but a sweet girl... a very sweet girl
who even went out with Neville so he wouldn't be dateless for the
Yule Ball. "How is Ginny?"
"I suppose she's fine. After she got into divination, she
wasted this whole summer trying to predict something that would
happen."
"Did she get any right?"
Ron fidgeted a bit, his ears burning again. "Well... I
suppose you can say that. I mean, she said that Angelina was going
to send Fred an owl when we were at the breakfast table, and an
owl did come." Ron shrugged again. "Then again, owls do come everyday
and stuff... she just got lucky."
"So you think she doesn't really have the supposedly 'gift'?"
When Harry looked towards Ron, Ron's face was easily matching
(even surpassing) his hair color.
"Umm.. well... not really.."
"Ron?"
"All right, I'll tell you!" He paused as he tried to
at least gain back some of his pride. "You see... Umm... remember
last year when Hermione went out with Vicky-"
"Viktor," Harry corrected.
Ron shrugged again. "Well, she went out with Viktor and..
well... remember when I got mad and stuff? Well... I didn't really
know why I did... at least not then.."
"What are you talking about?"
"Harry... this is really weird and all... but over the
summer, when I was thinking about it (and with Fred and George's..
err.. help) I sorta realized that I got mad because I... umm.."
"Umm what?"
"Like Hermione.. as in more then a friend," Ron once
more ducked his head down, not wanting to see the reaction that
came out of his friend.
"It's not that big of a surprise," Harry said instead. It
was plainly obvious at the Yule Ball. "Now, why would you believe
in Ginny's 'gift' with just that?"
"Well.... she said that Hermione liked me, too. And, that
during the ride back to school, you would leave to get some food
and then... well... she said that something would happen to cause
us to... well..."
"Kiss, Ron?" Harry asked innocently. He wanted to laugh a
bit, but he stopped himself before he did.
Since, you know, it wasn't actually a real prediction. What
actually happened was that Ginny told Harry, before the train ride,
to leave the compartment when she would signal him to. The signal was
when Fred and George began to argue. Then, Fred would come bursting
through the door, 'accidentally' pushing Ron onto Hermione, and then
leave as soon as possible. Well, what happened when Ron was actually
on top of Hermione was when nature took it's course. They began to kiss.
"Yeah, so Ginny has the gift, huh?"
"Uh-huh."
"And what did she predict would happen this year? Another attack
from Vo- umm.. You-Know-Who?"
"She wouldn't say," said Ron with a slight frown. "She just
turns red and looks away."
"I wonder why?"
He didn't reply, but rather laid back against his four
poster; watching the ceiling in comfortable silence.
-----
Ginny glared towards the fireplace, her small fists clenched.
What right did Cho have to ask *her* about Harry? There was a reason
why he was avoiding her and yet she, Cho Chang, decides that it doesn't
matter whether Harry avoids her or not. No, pretty Cho Chang can
get any guy she wants. Especially if that guy is Harry Potter. Of
course, Ginny Weasley has absolutely no chance with her ugly red
hair and plain brown eyes. No, not that fourth year. Absolutely not.
Harry will end up with Cho. The handsome guys always ends up with
the prettiest girl, right? Wasn't she just Ron's 'little' sister?
"Ginny.. are you okay?" Hermione asked, sitting down next to her.
Ginny just nodded her head, not daring to look anywhere
else but into the flames. And then, she gasped. The flames, once
dancing upon the stones, was now being parted by a black hole.
Something with red eyes appeared in the void, followed by a
familiar boy with dark hair. He was holding a wand up towards the
red eyes and screaming; a limp girl was on the floor, covered with
some liquid.
The red eyes were now narrowed in dangerous slits and
then it did something... something that made it hurt. That made
the vision hurt and then Ginny fell upon the ground as pain began
to cruise threw her.
Hermione stared in silent horror as Ginny fell to the
ground and began to scream. Her small body was arched; her hands
flailing about; her legs twisted in odd angles.
"No! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Ginny screamed in agony. Ginny's eyes
flew open then; her eyes bloodshot; her pupils dilated. Hermione
screamed as she fell back on Ron who just arrived. Ginny continued
to scream, her body convulsing even more wildly. Her body was glowing
green, and as it did, Harry, who was right next to Ron, fell upon
the ground with his hands pressed upon his forehead. Hermi barely
took note that it was glowing green as well.
The other people in the common room were standing back, not
knowing what to do until Neville Longbottom arrived with Dumbledore
on his heels. Dumbledore's face was white with shock as he glanced
towards the two students, but even more on the little Weasley girl.
Her eyes were tightly closed; tears flowing down her cheeks. She
continued to scream as if possessed and Harry just sat with his
hands pressed tightly about his scar. The green light on both the
children were growing brighter.
Ginny's body wasn't convulsing as badly now, nor was her
scream as loud and painful as the last. But it didn't mean that
whatever was happening to her was fading away, but rather it was
draining her.
'Just like what happened to her with Riddle,' Dumbledore
silently thought. Madame Pomfrey came rushing past him and collapsed
near Ginny who now only whimpered and shook. Her voice had gone
hoarse and bruises were forming on her arms.
"What's wrong with them, Dumbledore!?" Madame Pomfrey,
usually the stern, collected one was now hysterical as she saw
that Harry's nose was already beginning to bleed.
"Voldemort," he said it as if he said the sky was blue.
Draco Malfoy, one of the few Slytherin students to stay, came
up from behind him. He expected a smirk to go on the student's
lips, but all that came was a frown. He seemed troubled at the
scene, even more troubled when he saw Harry. Harry's glasses were
askew; his hands pressed upon his forehead in agony; his nose
bleeding freely.
When Cho came towards his side, his frown seemed to
deepen. Dumbledore noted with surprise that it wasn't with envy,
but with disapproval. As if Cho shouldn't be near him for the
sake of Harry's health.
Harry then began to crawl towards where Ginny sat, one
hand upon his scar, the other trying to touch her forehead as
well. And when his hand touched her, she stopped shaking and
laid stilled.
Ron, who was still being held back by Hermione, fell
on his knees thinking the worst. But then, Ginny stirred and
sat back up, the green light on both students gone. She began
to cry then; curled up with her hands covering her face as she
began to cry. Harry, who was right next to her, silently rubbed
her back, not knowing what else to do.
Madame Pomfrey straightened herself up and silently
ordered the two to follow her to get examined. Harry nodded
as he stood, wiping the blood from his nose and helped Ginny
to her feet. It was as if her legs were jelly; she fell back
to the ground.
"C'mon, Ginny," Harry said softly, trying to get her
back up. "Here." He wrapped an arm around her waist. He took
one of her limp arms and put it around his shoulders. "All you
have to do is move. I'll support you, Ginny. C'mon now."
Ginny looked towards his eyes and nodded. Even though
exhausted, she still felt slightly embarrassed that she was this
close to him; that he had his arm around her waist. "All right,"
she said aloud and they both slowly followed Madame Pomfrey.
-----
"Are they okay?"
Harry could hear Hermione's anxious voice as he laid
on one of the hospital beds. Ginny was on another bed to his
right, still asleep. He tentatively traced his scar, wondering
why he thought that touching Ginny's head when he touched it,
would help her out. But the truth was, was that he didn't know.
All he knew was that his scar was hurting, but watching Ginny
screaming and flailing about, hurt him more.
She stirred a bit when he heard Dumbledore begin to speak.
"I informed Cornelius Fudge about this," he said it quietly.
"Why?" It was Snape's voice. "He doesn't want to believe
that Voldemort-" Gasps were heard "-is back. The Parting of Ways
has already happened."
"Yes, Severus," said Dumbledore. "But, if the council were
together, we would be much stronger against Voldemort."
"Can't you two stop saying that name?" Harry recognized
it as Lupin's voice. He smiled a bit, wanting to see him again.
"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort," a voice mocked. A slap
was heard, followed by an 'ow'. Harry chuckled, picturing his
godfather being smacked over the head by Lupin.
"Geez, Remus, stop being so uptight," Sirius said.
A chuckle was heard. "Dumbledore," It was Arthur Weasley,
"I do agree with you about the council being stronger if it were
together. But Fudge will never risk his position, so it was just
a waste of breath."
"Harry?" a weak voice muttered, causing his attention to
stray away from the conversation.
"Hmm?" He turned his head to look towards Ginny. Her
body was still shaking slightly, despite the many blankets that
were on her.
"What are they arguing about now?"
Harry smiled as she feebly tried to brush a few strays
of her red hair behind her ear. "Same old things," he replied,
his eyes still upon her face. 'She really did grow up,' he thought,
gazing at her soft red hair and gentle brown eyes.
She remained quiet for a second, and then she said his
name again.
"Yes, Ginny?"
"How did You-Know-Who look like?" Her eyes were closed when
he sent her a startled look.
"Why?"
"I-" she paused as she looked towards him. Should she tell
him? She looked into those worried green eyes and she knew what the
answer would be. She couldn't tell him. Partly because he might
think that she was just a stupid little girl who made such a fuss
if it was over nothing; the other reason because he already had to
deal with his problems, why should he deal with hers? "I was just
wondering."
Harry didn't believe a word she said, but he told her anyway.
"He has very scaly-like skin," He paused as the picture of Voldemort
coming forth from the cauldron appeared in his mind vividly. He
then closed his own eyes, saying, "And red eyes." He would have told
her more, but after the latter sentence, he heard a squeak and he
decided to stop. Her eyes were now blinking rapidly as she tried
to stop herself from crying all over again.
He stood up, concerned, but she shook her head, trying to
wipe the tears that stubbornly continued to fall. "I'm okay."
"No you're not," said Harry with a frown. "I know enough to
know that you're lying." She bit her lower lip, her face now covered
with her arms. "C'mon.. tell me, Ginny. What happened in the common
room?"
"Harry, it was over nothing," she said again in a voice that
startled even her. It sounded so relaxed and calm, nothing at all
like she really felt. It was just some stupid thing. It was nothing
compared to what he must have faced. It's bad enough he saw Cedric
die. "I must have had a cramp and was simply over-reacting. Didn't
Ron tell you that I tend to overreact?"
Harry, about to protest, was cut short as Molly and Arthur
Weasley ran into the room and engulfed their daughter into a hug. Ron
and Hermione came to his side, giving him their own thorough examination
and then moving up to Ginny who was being teased at by George and
Fred. But, Harry saw easily, that Fred's hands were shaking slightly,
and George's eyes still seemed frantic.
"So, what now?" Ginny asked as Dumbledore and the rest of
the new council came into the room. She leaned herself against the
bedpost, her head beginning to spin. Lowering her head upon her cupped
hands, she felt the bed disappear and a cold, icy wind. The last
thing she saw before she blacked out was a large flash of green and
red glaring eyes.
"What's happening to her!?" Molly screamed as Arthur
held her back. "Ginny! GINNY!"
Dumbledore was shaking his head, confused at what was
happening. He didn't know, all he knew was that he could feel
the presence of Voldemort. That's all. He could feel it, but
he didn't know how he could be near enough to actually do this.
It wasn't one of the three forbidden curses that Voldemort would
use. He wasn't sure if it was a spell that was causing the
little girl to black out and have seizures.
He raised his wand and muttered an incantation. Ginny
stopped moving, but she was unconscious. "I don't know what's happening,"
he confessed as Molly looked at him with her worried eyes. "That'll
keep her asleep so she won't have any more of those seizures."
"It's in her," Snape said softly. His eyes were fixed hard on
the little girl. "It's not a stupid vision. I could feel him *in* her."
"What do you mean?"
"Just like with Harry," said Snape, jerking his head
towards Harry's direction. "His magic is *in* them. Unfortunately
for her, her body isn't used to it yet. She's seeing what he's
doing or thinking. Just like Harry, perhaps. I suppose that it
got in her when Riddle was draining her."
"Riddle died," said Harry.
"Riddle is Voldemort, boy," Snape growled. "And apparantly,
Voldemort is alive and well. She'd be useful when she get's a hang
of it." He then turned and walked towards the doorway.
"Severus?" Dumbledore asked before he left.
"Yes?"
"Did you-"
"On my way, Professor." He then walked out of the room.
-----
The school days progressed, despite how slow they went.
Fred and George were planning what to do when Ginny returned from
the hospital wing. Ron said to throw a party for her, but Hermione
said that she'd be too tired for that. Fred suggested to give her
one of his special toffee candy's which would cause the consumer
to fly up towards the ceiling, but George slapped him over the
head, saying, "And how do you suppose we get her down?"
"But, that's the whole purpose of the joke!" Fred complained.
"That's what makes it so *funny*!"
"She'd have a heart attack," Ron complained. "It's bad enough
that she can't even stop crying whenever we go visit her."
That's when Fred stopped arguing and cast his eyes towards
the floor. The Weasley's became silent. Hermione silently sat next
to Ron, trying to give him some sort of comfort and he gave her a
small smile.
"What do you think we should do, Hermi?" he asked. "You are
the brains of the gang."
Hermione smiled, pink patches on her cheeks. "Well..." she
was looking towards Harry, her eyes twinkling. "You know how Ginny
always wanted to join us in one of our little adventures-"
"How do you know?"
"She told me when I came over to watch the Quidditch World
Cup," Hermione said. "Why don't we all go under Harry's invisibility
cloak and wander the castle with the Marauder's Map?"
"In the dark?" Ron asked. "She'd be scared!"
"I doubt she'd be that scared if Harry's near," said Hermi
in a matter of fact tone. "And, you're with her, Ron. You're her
older brother who she could count on to keep her safe, right?"
"Do you think we can *all* fit under it?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, positive."
"But-" Ron was about to ask whether she was really sure
or not, but she interrupted swiftly, an undertone unmistakeable
in her voice.
"Are you questioning me, Ron?" She asked, daggers in her
eyes.
Ron chuckled nervously, his hand behind his head. "You?
How could Hermione Granger ever be wrong?"
"Since the day she kissed you," Fred muttered.
The duo turned red, but Ron was still able to kick Fred
on the shins. "Wouldn't be talking, Fred," said Ron. "With you
showing off on your broomstick with Angelina all the time."
That caused Fred to turn red and George to start laughing.
"Shut up!"
-----
"Welcome back, Ginny!" Fred yelled as the whole common
room burst into commotion. George was setting off Filibusters,
and Neville was curiously poking a cream tart.
Ginny smiled as everyone began to come forward and pat
her on the back. When she looked around to find Ron, she realized
he wasn't there. "George?" she asked, feeling hurt that the usual
trio weren't there. That *he* was there. "Where's Ron?"
"Don't you mean Harry?" George asked with a grin.
Ginny, trying to keep her dignity, was interrupted as
something solid bumped into her. Well, something solid, but
something she couldn't exactly see.
"I'm sorry!" It was Harry's voice.
"Oy! It's Ginny! Welcome back!" It was Ron.
"I do hope your okay. Ron here, with his clumsy feet-"
That was definitely Hermione.
"I don't have clumsy feet!"
"Are you YELLING at me, Ron Weasley!?"
"I didn't yell, Hermione!"
"So now your saying I'm stupid and I can't even
distinguish what a yell is?"
"I DIDN'T say it like that!"
The argument continued until Harry intervened. "HELLO!
Ginny... remember Ginny guys?" Even though she couldn't see them,
she could still picture her brother and Hermione turning red.
"Sorry," Hermione began, her head appearing out of nowhere.
"As your welcome back present, we've decided to bring you with us."
"Where?"
"Just to look around," Harry's head now poked out of
the invisibility cloak. It was followed by a hand which held a
map. "It's really fun."
Ron's head now appeared and Ginny grinned at how odd the
trio looked. "You do want to come?"
Ginny, not about to miss the opportunity of actually exploring
with them under Harry's invisibility cloak, nodded.
Ron grinned as his hand materialized and grabbed onto hers.
"Now, c'mon, Ginny," he muttered as he pulled her into some cloth.
When she was actually under the cloak, that's when she began to
turn scarlet. It was actually crowded underneath it (but not by
much) and she consciously felt Harry's arm being pressed against
the side of her body.
"Hold on tight," Harry joked as he sent her a comforting
smile.
Ginny, feeling that warm feeling flood her once more,
only blushed in reply.
They went through every single empty classroom in the
castle, even getting a close call when Peeves came around the
corner making Ginny give a howl of surprise. But, Harry was quick
enough to cover her mouth before she screamed in fright. Luckily
for them, Peeves was too interested at getting the fireworks to
the bathrooms, so he didn't notice the small muffled sound.
However, they barely got past Snape who had seemed to
appear out of no where when they entered the Potion's classroom.
He was muttering about how hard it would be and throwing all
different materials in his cauldron. Hermione had spent the rest
of the night wondering why Snape would need ashes from a Phoneix
("I just never read of a potion that would actually need Phoneix's
ashes!" Hermione complained when Ron was giving her exasperated
looks.) The most exciting of their little night walk was when they
saw Sirius and Remus walking around. Sirius, no longer a man, but
a big black dog, and Remus had a collar around him, whispering,
"C'mon boy, sniff it out."
Padfoot just growled, but Remus was urging him on. Ginny,
who seemed to daze out a bit, began to giggle. When they reached
a deserted classroom, she whispered, "I saw what they're looking
for!" she said excitedly, reminding them once more that she had
the 'gift'.
Harry, who couldn't help but stare at her vibrant face,
asked, "What?"
"They want Professor Snape's dress robes to jinx," she
whispered with another giggle. "Tomorrow morning, he'll be dressed
in black, but during Dumbledore's speech about no wandering in the
halls during night" ("What!?") "he'll be in bright pink robes...
like the one Professor Lockhart" ("Hermi," Ron said with a sly
grin. Hermione turned red, her eyes staring at something very
interesting on the wall) "wore on Valentine's Day."
At the remembrance of Valentine's Day, Ginny lowered her
head, her cheeks burning. Ron, not able to give up the oppurtunity
she gave to herself, said, "'His eyes are as green as a fresh-'"
"Shut up," Harry muttered, feeling his own ears burn.
Ron was about to continue, but Hermione fixed him with
her own fierce glare. He shut up, giving her an innocent smile,
and then they went to their rooms.
"Over here, Ginny!" Hermione waved her arms to get Ginny
to sit on their reserved seat. It was next to Harry, something that
made her turn somewhat red. She had never thought she would spend
so much time with them, but she was glad all the same.
"I'm starved, aren't you?" Ron asked, already beginning to
grope for some bacon. Hermione slapped his hand lightly though,
causing him to complain.
"The announcements didn't even begin."
"And?"
"You can't eat until after the announcements!"
"And?"
Hermione sighed, letting go of his hand and shaking her
head. She didn't have to say more since Dumbledore already began
to speak.
"Good morning, students," he greeted warmly. Ginny silently
nudged Harry, despite the fact that her heart was alreayd hammering
at how much he was looking at her.
"Watch for Snape," she whispered, reminding him of what
Remus and Sirius had done. Harry glanced towards where his godfather
and Remus sat and he saw them already trying to hold in their mirth.
Hermione had already pointed it out to Ron, and the quartet
waited for the moment. "-And an announcement for all the students.
I must remind you all that there will not be anymore wandering
through the halls past-" But he was interrupted as a loud bang
and a lot of smoke came from his right. Snape's once black robes
were bright pink, pictures of hearts and cupids swirled about
it. His hair, usually black and greasy, was pink and pointing in
all possible angles.
Laughter erupted from the breakfast table, especially
from Sirius and Remus who were giving each other high fives.
Even Dumbledore seemed to try to hold back a smile. Snape,
however, seemed a bit blank. He simply looked at his robes,
muttered a few words, and the old Snape was back, looking
unruffled.
Everyone shut up then, confused that Snape didn't
retaliate. Instead, he stood up and began to mutter something
to Dumbledore. When he descended the stairs, however, he was
holding the biggest grin. "Must get the ashes, now," he said.
Hermione once more started to frown, trying to think of why he
needed phoneix ashes. When he exited the room, the breakfast
continued, and once more, there sounded a large, double boom
and a lot more smoke.
Looking up, he saw Sirius and Remus, their sides attached
to each other. The whole breakfast room erupted once more into
raucous laughter and even Sirius and Remus were laughing. Dumbledore
came over to the attached duo and they were separated. Sirius
instantly fell upon the floor curled up, unable to stop laughing.
Harry glanced at Ginny, but she wasn't laughing anymore.
Her eyes were dilated, her hand gripping tightly on the sides
of the chair. And then she began to scream. The laughter died
down instantly and the teachers were at her side at once.
"He's here!" Ginny cried out, watching as two gargoyles
jumped away and she saw some staircase going upwards. "Gargoyles...
they jumped. A staircase! Professor Snape!" Her head was heavy
and then she was falling backwards. Ron was cradling her as
Madame Pmofrey was once again going hysterical. Remus, Sirius,
and Dumbledore had fled out of the room and Harry, confused as
to why his scar didn't hurt, followed.
'C'mon, Fawkes, you stupid bird,' Snape thought as the
bird looked as ragged as ever. And then, finally, it burst into
flames and the ashes fell on the ground. Snape took a scoop of
it before Fawkes rejuvenated, and once the phoenix did, it gave
a sharp stare towards the happy potion's teacher. "Don't give
me that look. You're helping to save this world."
"I'm rather disappointed in you, Severus," a voice as
cold and hot as a flame chilled the room and Snape felt his arm
burn. He glanced wildly around, but he saw nothing and once more
his arm stung as if dipped into boiling water. He stared at his
tattoo and was shocked that the snake was moving, blood coming
forth from the skull. "You swore your oath to me and now you
broke it. To help him." There was no need to specify who he was
and Snape didn't even care for then his arm was once more dipped
into that boiling water and this time, the tattoo seemed to
swell.
"Where are you?"
"Where are YOU?" The voice asked back and the room then
seemed to shimmer around the edges. Snape dropped the bag of
ashes, drawing forth his wand and looking around anxiously. Fawkes
was still in his cage, and to Snape's surprise, seemed unruffled.
"Who are you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You tell me, Severus." The voice then paused, something
like confusion behind it's facade. "That Weasley girl. Why do I
feel some sort of bond with her?"
"I don't know. You love the girl, Voldemort?"
The man laughed, and his arm once more stung so viciously
that he gave forth a cry. "Severus Snape. Me, love? No... nothing
like that. Is she some lost heir of mine?"
"She's like Harry Potter you fool."
"Ah.. like him?"
"You can't even remember who you attack?"
"How could I attack anybody in the state I was in
before?"
"You were Tom Riddle; the journal."
Melodic laughter filled the room, causing the edges
of the room to shimmer more. "Oh! Now I see!"
"Really? Good. Now go."
"Now go or what?"
"You're not here. You're just in my head. I am in Hogwarts.
I am-"
"Are you?" Once more the room quivered and Snape's knees
began to shake uncontrollably. "Are you where you think you are?"
The doorway opened and four persons walked in the room with their
wands drawn. From what Snape could tell, it was Dumbledore, Remus,
Sirius, and Harry. "Are they who you think they are?"
And then the image of Dumbledore raised it's wand and
Snape's vision blackened.
---
Harry stood in shock as he saw Voldemort standing right
in the middle of the room, his wand raised and a sinister grin
on his face. But, his scar didn't hurt.
Sirius was growling, his arm raised, but Dumbldore stopped
him, saying something Harry couldn't hear and Sirius lowered his arm
with his brows furrowed. Dumbledore now raised his wand and said a
series of words. Bright light enveloped the room and when he
could see once more, Voldemort was gone and in his place Snape
was unconscious on the ground, the bag of phoniex ashes scattered.
Remus and Sirius were already dragging Snape out the door, and
before they left, Dumbledore gestured them to pause. "There's someone
in these walls that is allowing him access."
Harry glanced around the room, thinking of who it could be.
And he didn't even have to think that long: Draco Malfoy.
To be continued...
Bear with me, all right? It's going to be long, don't know
how long, and I'm unsure when the next part will be out. I'll need
a lot of inspiration for this, so please r/r so I can get the next
part written! I really wanted to do this style of story for such
a long time.
Oh, and for that challenge I got: I accept. All I have to
do is figure out how to start it ^-^. And, I'm also working on
another Lily/MWPP fic like thing. Watch for it!
First off... I NEVER see any Harry and Ginny fics. All
of them are Hermi/Ron or Harry/Hermi or some other pair up. Newayz,
here's my contribution of a Harry and Ginny fic since I never see
one and I think they would make a cute couple. And, I know wut most
of you peeps will be thinking. "What are you doing!? Ginny is Ron's
little sister!" and yada, yada. FIRST off, Ginny is only a year
younger and I do agree with your complaints if Ron actually would
HELP Harry get with his sister. What brother would do that? BUT
(you see the but there) would you rather have Harry all alone? Cho
isn't getting 2gether with him (she better not ^-^) and Hermione,
if you read the fourth book, is getting with Ron. Now that I lost
most of your attentions and the majority has just clicked the back
button, let's continue.
This fic leaves off after the fourth book (a lot of spoilers)
when the gang comes back from the summer. Despite all the romance in
here, I also wanted to try to write what might happen in the next
book. Oh, and I know that Ginny might not exactly have the 'gift' (as
in foreseeing stuff and predictions), but for the purposes of this
fic, she'll hafta. ^-^ I hope u enjoy! Please r/r.
Disclaimers: I do not own any character that appears in
this fic (J.K. Rowling has that honor), but this fic is mine.
Copyright 2000
Revelations- Part 1
by Marie
He couldn't like her anymore. He just couldn't. Harry Potter
looked at the plastered wall above him, trying to think of anything
else other then last years events. 'Cedric's dead,' he chided himself.
'He loved Cho and now here you are thinking about asking her out.
After he's dead. After it was your fault that he died.'
He closed his eyes as the dorm door opened and closed. He
didn't have to look to know who it was. Ron paused in front of the
door, thinking of what to say. "Hey, Harry, how was your summer?"
Harry smiled a little, thinking of how it was with Sirius.
He was able to eat whatever he liked, sleep whenever he wanted to,
and have fun. He was with his godfather, his father's best friend, and
he no longer had to take crap from the Dursleys. "It was great. Yours?"
Ron snorted, laying on his own back and grinning. "Other then
having Fred and George force me to test their 'products', it was
pretty good."
"Did you see Hermi?"
"Yeah.." Ron said this a bit quieter now, something odd in
his voice. "She said she had some fun. But, you know her. Fun is
reading a lot of books."
Harry stopped from looking at the ceiling and glanced towards
his friend's flustered face. He didn't speak, but rather quietly
inquired what was making Ron so nervous.
Ron turned red again, shrugging. "Yeah, well, Cho has been
asking about you," he said trying to swerve the conversation to another
direction. "I just came up because she wouldn't stop bombarding me
with questions about you."
Harry became rigid as he looked intently at the ceiling.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. I wouldn't be shocked if she likes you," Ron said
without thinking. Immediately, he regretted it. He saw Harry's eyes
close, his lips pressed tightly. "But, you know me... I'm usually
wrong in stuff." Even though Harry hadn't told him how he felt
about Cho yet, because he sure didn't know, Ron already understood
what the situation was.
"How do you think it will be in divination this year?" said
Ron, trying to get Harry to think of something else. "More death
omens, do you think? Ginny is completely into it. Professor Trelawny
told her she had the 'gift.' If you ask me, the only gift she has
is to destroy stuff. Especially whenever your around."
For once, Harry smiled a little. Ginny Weasley. Before, he
just thought of her as Ron's younger sister who he saved from Tom
Riddle in his second year. Just last year, she showed that she
wasn't 'just' Ron's sister, but a sweet girl... a very sweet girl
who even went out with Neville so he wouldn't be dateless for the
Yule Ball. "How is Ginny?"
"I suppose she's fine. After she got into divination, she
wasted this whole summer trying to predict something that would
happen."
"Did she get any right?"
Ron fidgeted a bit, his ears burning again. "Well... I
suppose you can say that. I mean, she said that Angelina was going
to send Fred an owl when we were at the breakfast table, and an
owl did come." Ron shrugged again. "Then again, owls do come everyday
and stuff... she just got lucky."
"So you think she doesn't really have the supposedly 'gift'?"
When Harry looked towards Ron, Ron's face was easily matching
(even surpassing) his hair color.
"Umm.. well... not really.."
"Ron?"
"All right, I'll tell you!" He paused as he tried to
at least gain back some of his pride. "You see... Umm... remember
last year when Hermione went out with Vicky-"
"Viktor," Harry corrected.
Ron shrugged again. "Well, she went out with Viktor and..
well... remember when I got mad and stuff? Well... I didn't really
know why I did... at least not then.."
"What are you talking about?"
"Harry... this is really weird and all... but over the
summer, when I was thinking about it (and with Fred and George's..
err.. help) I sorta realized that I got mad because I... umm.."
"Umm what?"
"Like Hermione.. as in more then a friend," Ron once
more ducked his head down, not wanting to see the reaction that
came out of his friend.
"It's not that big of a surprise," Harry said instead. It
was plainly obvious at the Yule Ball. "Now, why would you believe
in Ginny's 'gift' with just that?"
"Well.... she said that Hermione liked me, too. And, that
during the ride back to school, you would leave to get some food
and then... well... she said that something would happen to cause
us to... well..."
"Kiss, Ron?" Harry asked innocently. He wanted to laugh a
bit, but he stopped himself before he did.
Since, you know, it wasn't actually a real prediction. What
actually happened was that Ginny told Harry, before the train ride,
to leave the compartment when she would signal him to. The signal was
when Fred and George began to argue. Then, Fred would come bursting
through the door, 'accidentally' pushing Ron onto Hermione, and then
leave as soon as possible. Well, what happened when Ron was actually
on top of Hermione was when nature took it's course. They began to kiss.
"Yeah, so Ginny has the gift, huh?"
"Uh-huh."
"And what did she predict would happen this year? Another attack
from Vo- umm.. You-Know-Who?"
"She wouldn't say," said Ron with a slight frown. "She just
turns red and looks away."
"I wonder why?"
He didn't reply, but rather laid back against his four
poster; watching the ceiling in comfortable silence.
-----
Ginny glared towards the fireplace, her small fists clenched.
What right did Cho have to ask *her* about Harry? There was a reason
why he was avoiding her and yet she, Cho Chang, decides that it doesn't
matter whether Harry avoids her or not. No, pretty Cho Chang can
get any guy she wants. Especially if that guy is Harry Potter. Of
course, Ginny Weasley has absolutely no chance with her ugly red
hair and plain brown eyes. No, not that fourth year. Absolutely not.
Harry will end up with Cho. The handsome guys always ends up with
the prettiest girl, right? Wasn't she just Ron's 'little' sister?
"Ginny.. are you okay?" Hermione asked, sitting down next to her.
Ginny just nodded her head, not daring to look anywhere
else but into the flames. And then, she gasped. The flames, once
dancing upon the stones, was now being parted by a black hole.
Something with red eyes appeared in the void, followed by a
familiar boy with dark hair. He was holding a wand up towards the
red eyes and screaming; a limp girl was on the floor, covered with
some liquid.
The red eyes were now narrowed in dangerous slits and
then it did something... something that made it hurt. That made
the vision hurt and then Ginny fell upon the ground as pain began
to cruise threw her.
Hermione stared in silent horror as Ginny fell to the
ground and began to scream. Her small body was arched; her hands
flailing about; her legs twisted in odd angles.
"No! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Ginny screamed in agony. Ginny's eyes
flew open then; her eyes bloodshot; her pupils dilated. Hermione
screamed as she fell back on Ron who just arrived. Ginny continued
to scream, her body convulsing even more wildly. Her body was glowing
green, and as it did, Harry, who was right next to Ron, fell upon
the ground with his hands pressed upon his forehead. Hermi barely
took note that it was glowing green as well.
The other people in the common room were standing back, not
knowing what to do until Neville Longbottom arrived with Dumbledore
on his heels. Dumbledore's face was white with shock as he glanced
towards the two students, but even more on the little Weasley girl.
Her eyes were tightly closed; tears flowing down her cheeks. She
continued to scream as if possessed and Harry just sat with his
hands pressed tightly about his scar. The green light on both the
children were growing brighter.
Ginny's body wasn't convulsing as badly now, nor was her
scream as loud and painful as the last. But it didn't mean that
whatever was happening to her was fading away, but rather it was
draining her.
'Just like what happened to her with Riddle,' Dumbledore
silently thought. Madame Pomfrey came rushing past him and collapsed
near Ginny who now only whimpered and shook. Her voice had gone
hoarse and bruises were forming on her arms.
"What's wrong with them, Dumbledore!?" Madame Pomfrey,
usually the stern, collected one was now hysterical as she saw
that Harry's nose was already beginning to bleed.
"Voldemort," he said it as if he said the sky was blue.
Draco Malfoy, one of the few Slytherin students to stay, came
up from behind him. He expected a smirk to go on the student's
lips, but all that came was a frown. He seemed troubled at the
scene, even more troubled when he saw Harry. Harry's glasses were
askew; his hands pressed upon his forehead in agony; his nose
bleeding freely.
When Cho came towards his side, his frown seemed to
deepen. Dumbledore noted with surprise that it wasn't with envy,
but with disapproval. As if Cho shouldn't be near him for the
sake of Harry's health.
Harry then began to crawl towards where Ginny sat, one
hand upon his scar, the other trying to touch her forehead as
well. And when his hand touched her, she stopped shaking and
laid stilled.
Ron, who was still being held back by Hermione, fell
on his knees thinking the worst. But then, Ginny stirred and
sat back up, the green light on both students gone. She began
to cry then; curled up with her hands covering her face as she
began to cry. Harry, who was right next to her, silently rubbed
her back, not knowing what else to do.
Madame Pomfrey straightened herself up and silently
ordered the two to follow her to get examined. Harry nodded
as he stood, wiping the blood from his nose and helped Ginny
to her feet. It was as if her legs were jelly; she fell back
to the ground.
"C'mon, Ginny," Harry said softly, trying to get her
back up. "Here." He wrapped an arm around her waist. He took
one of her limp arms and put it around his shoulders. "All you
have to do is move. I'll support you, Ginny. C'mon now."
Ginny looked towards his eyes and nodded. Even though
exhausted, she still felt slightly embarrassed that she was this
close to him; that he had his arm around her waist. "All right,"
she said aloud and they both slowly followed Madame Pomfrey.
-----
"Are they okay?"
Harry could hear Hermione's anxious voice as he laid
on one of the hospital beds. Ginny was on another bed to his
right, still asleep. He tentatively traced his scar, wondering
why he thought that touching Ginny's head when he touched it,
would help her out. But the truth was, was that he didn't know.
All he knew was that his scar was hurting, but watching Ginny
screaming and flailing about, hurt him more.
She stirred a bit when he heard Dumbledore begin to speak.
"I informed Cornelius Fudge about this," he said it quietly.
"Why?" It was Snape's voice. "He doesn't want to believe
that Voldemort-" Gasps were heard "-is back. The Parting of Ways
has already happened."
"Yes, Severus," said Dumbledore. "But, if the council were
together, we would be much stronger against Voldemort."
"Can't you two stop saying that name?" Harry recognized
it as Lupin's voice. He smiled a bit, wanting to see him again.
"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort," a voice mocked. A slap
was heard, followed by an 'ow'. Harry chuckled, picturing his
godfather being smacked over the head by Lupin.
"Geez, Remus, stop being so uptight," Sirius said.
A chuckle was heard. "Dumbledore," It was Arthur Weasley,
"I do agree with you about the council being stronger if it were
together. But Fudge will never risk his position, so it was just
a waste of breath."
"Harry?" a weak voice muttered, causing his attention to
stray away from the conversation.
"Hmm?" He turned his head to look towards Ginny. Her
body was still shaking slightly, despite the many blankets that
were on her.
"What are they arguing about now?"
Harry smiled as she feebly tried to brush a few strays
of her red hair behind her ear. "Same old things," he replied,
his eyes still upon her face. 'She really did grow up,' he thought,
gazing at her soft red hair and gentle brown eyes.
She remained quiet for a second, and then she said his
name again.
"Yes, Ginny?"
"How did You-Know-Who look like?" Her eyes were closed when
he sent her a startled look.
"Why?"
"I-" she paused as she looked towards him. Should she tell
him? She looked into those worried green eyes and she knew what the
answer would be. She couldn't tell him. Partly because he might
think that she was just a stupid little girl who made such a fuss
if it was over nothing; the other reason because he already had to
deal with his problems, why should he deal with hers? "I was just
wondering."
Harry didn't believe a word she said, but he told her anyway.
"He has very scaly-like skin," He paused as the picture of Voldemort
coming forth from the cauldron appeared in his mind vividly. He
then closed his own eyes, saying, "And red eyes." He would have told
her more, but after the latter sentence, he heard a squeak and he
decided to stop. Her eyes were now blinking rapidly as she tried
to stop herself from crying all over again.
He stood up, concerned, but she shook her head, trying to
wipe the tears that stubbornly continued to fall. "I'm okay."
"No you're not," said Harry with a frown. "I know enough to
know that you're lying." She bit her lower lip, her face now covered
with her arms. "C'mon.. tell me, Ginny. What happened in the common
room?"
"Harry, it was over nothing," she said again in a voice that
startled even her. It sounded so relaxed and calm, nothing at all
like she really felt. It was just some stupid thing. It was nothing
compared to what he must have faced. It's bad enough he saw Cedric
die. "I must have had a cramp and was simply over-reacting. Didn't
Ron tell you that I tend to overreact?"
Harry, about to protest, was cut short as Molly and Arthur
Weasley ran into the room and engulfed their daughter into a hug. Ron
and Hermione came to his side, giving him their own thorough examination
and then moving up to Ginny who was being teased at by George and
Fred. But, Harry saw easily, that Fred's hands were shaking slightly,
and George's eyes still seemed frantic.
"So, what now?" Ginny asked as Dumbledore and the rest of
the new council came into the room. She leaned herself against the
bedpost, her head beginning to spin. Lowering her head upon her cupped
hands, she felt the bed disappear and a cold, icy wind. The last
thing she saw before she blacked out was a large flash of green and
red glaring eyes.
"What's happening to her!?" Molly screamed as Arthur
held her back. "Ginny! GINNY!"
Dumbledore was shaking his head, confused at what was
happening. He didn't know, all he knew was that he could feel
the presence of Voldemort. That's all. He could feel it, but
he didn't know how he could be near enough to actually do this.
It wasn't one of the three forbidden curses that Voldemort would
use. He wasn't sure if it was a spell that was causing the
little girl to black out and have seizures.
He raised his wand and muttered an incantation. Ginny
stopped moving, but she was unconscious. "I don't know what's happening,"
he confessed as Molly looked at him with her worried eyes. "That'll
keep her asleep so she won't have any more of those seizures."
"It's in her," Snape said softly. His eyes were fixed hard on
the little girl. "It's not a stupid vision. I could feel him *in* her."
"What do you mean?"
"Just like with Harry," said Snape, jerking his head
towards Harry's direction. "His magic is *in* them. Unfortunately
for her, her body isn't used to it yet. She's seeing what he's
doing or thinking. Just like Harry, perhaps. I suppose that it
got in her when Riddle was draining her."
"Riddle died," said Harry.
"Riddle is Voldemort, boy," Snape growled. "And apparantly,
Voldemort is alive and well. She'd be useful when she get's a hang
of it." He then turned and walked towards the doorway.
"Severus?" Dumbledore asked before he left.
"Yes?"
"Did you-"
"On my way, Professor." He then walked out of the room.
-----
The school days progressed, despite how slow they went.
Fred and George were planning what to do when Ginny returned from
the hospital wing. Ron said to throw a party for her, but Hermione
said that she'd be too tired for that. Fred suggested to give her
one of his special toffee candy's which would cause the consumer
to fly up towards the ceiling, but George slapped him over the
head, saying, "And how do you suppose we get her down?"
"But, that's the whole purpose of the joke!" Fred complained.
"That's what makes it so *funny*!"
"She'd have a heart attack," Ron complained. "It's bad enough
that she can't even stop crying whenever we go visit her."
That's when Fred stopped arguing and cast his eyes towards
the floor. The Weasley's became silent. Hermione silently sat next
to Ron, trying to give him some sort of comfort and he gave her a
small smile.
"What do you think we should do, Hermi?" he asked. "You are
the brains of the gang."
Hermione smiled, pink patches on her cheeks. "Well..." she
was looking towards Harry, her eyes twinkling. "You know how Ginny
always wanted to join us in one of our little adventures-"
"How do you know?"
"She told me when I came over to watch the Quidditch World
Cup," Hermione said. "Why don't we all go under Harry's invisibility
cloak and wander the castle with the Marauder's Map?"
"In the dark?" Ron asked. "She'd be scared!"
"I doubt she'd be that scared if Harry's near," said Hermi
in a matter of fact tone. "And, you're with her, Ron. You're her
older brother who she could count on to keep her safe, right?"
"Do you think we can *all* fit under it?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, positive."
"But-" Ron was about to ask whether she was really sure
or not, but she interrupted swiftly, an undertone unmistakeable
in her voice.
"Are you questioning me, Ron?" She asked, daggers in her
eyes.
Ron chuckled nervously, his hand behind his head. "You?
How could Hermione Granger ever be wrong?"
"Since the day she kissed you," Fred muttered.
The duo turned red, but Ron was still able to kick Fred
on the shins. "Wouldn't be talking, Fred," said Ron. "With you
showing off on your broomstick with Angelina all the time."
That caused Fred to turn red and George to start laughing.
"Shut up!"
-----
"Welcome back, Ginny!" Fred yelled as the whole common
room burst into commotion. George was setting off Filibusters,
and Neville was curiously poking a cream tart.
Ginny smiled as everyone began to come forward and pat
her on the back. When she looked around to find Ron, she realized
he wasn't there. "George?" she asked, feeling hurt that the usual
trio weren't there. That *he* was there. "Where's Ron?"
"Don't you mean Harry?" George asked with a grin.
Ginny, trying to keep her dignity, was interrupted as
something solid bumped into her. Well, something solid, but
something she couldn't exactly see.
"I'm sorry!" It was Harry's voice.
"Oy! It's Ginny! Welcome back!" It was Ron.
"I do hope your okay. Ron here, with his clumsy feet-"
That was definitely Hermione.
"I don't have clumsy feet!"
"Are you YELLING at me, Ron Weasley!?"
"I didn't yell, Hermione!"
"So now your saying I'm stupid and I can't even
distinguish what a yell is?"
"I DIDN'T say it like that!"
The argument continued until Harry intervened. "HELLO!
Ginny... remember Ginny guys?" Even though she couldn't see them,
she could still picture her brother and Hermione turning red.
"Sorry," Hermione began, her head appearing out of nowhere.
"As your welcome back present, we've decided to bring you with us."
"Where?"
"Just to look around," Harry's head now poked out of
the invisibility cloak. It was followed by a hand which held a
map. "It's really fun."
Ron's head now appeared and Ginny grinned at how odd the
trio looked. "You do want to come?"
Ginny, not about to miss the opportunity of actually exploring
with them under Harry's invisibility cloak, nodded.
Ron grinned as his hand materialized and grabbed onto hers.
"Now, c'mon, Ginny," he muttered as he pulled her into some cloth.
When she was actually under the cloak, that's when she began to
turn scarlet. It was actually crowded underneath it (but not by
much) and she consciously felt Harry's arm being pressed against
the side of her body.
"Hold on tight," Harry joked as he sent her a comforting
smile.
Ginny, feeling that warm feeling flood her once more,
only blushed in reply.
They went through every single empty classroom in the
castle, even getting a close call when Peeves came around the
corner making Ginny give a howl of surprise. But, Harry was quick
enough to cover her mouth before she screamed in fright. Luckily
for them, Peeves was too interested at getting the fireworks to
the bathrooms, so he didn't notice the small muffled sound.
However, they barely got past Snape who had seemed to
appear out of no where when they entered the Potion's classroom.
He was muttering about how hard it would be and throwing all
different materials in his cauldron. Hermione had spent the rest
of the night wondering why Snape would need ashes from a Phoneix
("I just never read of a potion that would actually need Phoneix's
ashes!" Hermione complained when Ron was giving her exasperated
looks.) The most exciting of their little night walk was when they
saw Sirius and Remus walking around. Sirius, no longer a man, but
a big black dog, and Remus had a collar around him, whispering,
"C'mon boy, sniff it out."
Padfoot just growled, but Remus was urging him on. Ginny,
who seemed to daze out a bit, began to giggle. When they reached
a deserted classroom, she whispered, "I saw what they're looking
for!" she said excitedly, reminding them once more that she had
the 'gift'.
Harry, who couldn't help but stare at her vibrant face,
asked, "What?"
"They want Professor Snape's dress robes to jinx," she
whispered with another giggle. "Tomorrow morning, he'll be dressed
in black, but during Dumbledore's speech about no wandering in the
halls during night" ("What!?") "he'll be in bright pink robes...
like the one Professor Lockhart" ("Hermi," Ron said with a sly
grin. Hermione turned red, her eyes staring at something very
interesting on the wall) "wore on Valentine's Day."
At the remembrance of Valentine's Day, Ginny lowered her
head, her cheeks burning. Ron, not able to give up the oppurtunity
she gave to herself, said, "'His eyes are as green as a fresh-'"
"Shut up," Harry muttered, feeling his own ears burn.
Ron was about to continue, but Hermione fixed him with
her own fierce glare. He shut up, giving her an innocent smile,
and then they went to their rooms.
"Over here, Ginny!" Hermione waved her arms to get Ginny
to sit on their reserved seat. It was next to Harry, something that
made her turn somewhat red. She had never thought she would spend
so much time with them, but she was glad all the same.
"I'm starved, aren't you?" Ron asked, already beginning to
grope for some bacon. Hermione slapped his hand lightly though,
causing him to complain.
"The announcements didn't even begin."
"And?"
"You can't eat until after the announcements!"
"And?"
Hermione sighed, letting go of his hand and shaking her
head. She didn't have to say more since Dumbledore already began
to speak.
"Good morning, students," he greeted warmly. Ginny silently
nudged Harry, despite the fact that her heart was alreayd hammering
at how much he was looking at her.
"Watch for Snape," she whispered, reminding him of what
Remus and Sirius had done. Harry glanced towards where his godfather
and Remus sat and he saw them already trying to hold in their mirth.
Hermione had already pointed it out to Ron, and the quartet
waited for the moment. "-And an announcement for all the students.
I must remind you all that there will not be anymore wandering
through the halls past-" But he was interrupted as a loud bang
and a lot of smoke came from his right. Snape's once black robes
were bright pink, pictures of hearts and cupids swirled about
it. His hair, usually black and greasy, was pink and pointing in
all possible angles.
Laughter erupted from the breakfast table, especially
from Sirius and Remus who were giving each other high fives.
Even Dumbledore seemed to try to hold back a smile. Snape,
however, seemed a bit blank. He simply looked at his robes,
muttered a few words, and the old Snape was back, looking
unruffled.
Everyone shut up then, confused that Snape didn't
retaliate. Instead, he stood up and began to mutter something
to Dumbledore. When he descended the stairs, however, he was
holding the biggest grin. "Must get the ashes, now," he said.
Hermione once more started to frown, trying to think of why he
needed phoneix ashes. When he exited the room, the breakfast
continued, and once more, there sounded a large, double boom
and a lot more smoke.
Looking up, he saw Sirius and Remus, their sides attached
to each other. The whole breakfast room erupted once more into
raucous laughter and even Sirius and Remus were laughing. Dumbledore
came over to the attached duo and they were separated. Sirius
instantly fell upon the floor curled up, unable to stop laughing.
Harry glanced at Ginny, but she wasn't laughing anymore.
Her eyes were dilated, her hand gripping tightly on the sides
of the chair. And then she began to scream. The laughter died
down instantly and the teachers were at her side at once.
"He's here!" Ginny cried out, watching as two gargoyles
jumped away and she saw some staircase going upwards. "Gargoyles...
they jumped. A staircase! Professor Snape!" Her head was heavy
and then she was falling backwards. Ron was cradling her as
Madame Pmofrey was once again going hysterical. Remus, Sirius,
and Dumbledore had fled out of the room and Harry, confused as
to why his scar didn't hurt, followed.
'C'mon, Fawkes, you stupid bird,' Snape thought as the
bird looked as ragged as ever. And then, finally, it burst into
flames and the ashes fell on the ground. Snape took a scoop of
it before Fawkes rejuvenated, and once the phoenix did, it gave
a sharp stare towards the happy potion's teacher. "Don't give
me that look. You're helping to save this world."
"I'm rather disappointed in you, Severus," a voice as
cold and hot as a flame chilled the room and Snape felt his arm
burn. He glanced wildly around, but he saw nothing and once more
his arm stung as if dipped into boiling water. He stared at his
tattoo and was shocked that the snake was moving, blood coming
forth from the skull. "You swore your oath to me and now you
broke it. To help him." There was no need to specify who he was
and Snape didn't even care for then his arm was once more dipped
into that boiling water and this time, the tattoo seemed to
swell.
"Where are you?"
"Where are YOU?" The voice asked back and the room then
seemed to shimmer around the edges. Snape dropped the bag of
ashes, drawing forth his wand and looking around anxiously. Fawkes
was still in his cage, and to Snape's surprise, seemed unruffled.
"Who are you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You tell me, Severus." The voice then paused, something
like confusion behind it's facade. "That Weasley girl. Why do I
feel some sort of bond with her?"
"I don't know. You love the girl, Voldemort?"
The man laughed, and his arm once more stung so viciously
that he gave forth a cry. "Severus Snape. Me, love? No... nothing
like that. Is she some lost heir of mine?"
"She's like Harry Potter you fool."
"Ah.. like him?"
"You can't even remember who you attack?"
"How could I attack anybody in the state I was in
before?"
"You were Tom Riddle; the journal."
Melodic laughter filled the room, causing the edges
of the room to shimmer more. "Oh! Now I see!"
"Really? Good. Now go."
"Now go or what?"
"You're not here. You're just in my head. I am in Hogwarts.
I am-"
"Are you?" Once more the room quivered and Snape's knees
began to shake uncontrollably. "Are you where you think you are?"
The doorway opened and four persons walked in the room with their
wands drawn. From what Snape could tell, it was Dumbledore, Remus,
Sirius, and Harry. "Are they who you think they are?"
And then the image of Dumbledore raised it's wand and
Snape's vision blackened.
---
Harry stood in shock as he saw Voldemort standing right
in the middle of the room, his wand raised and a sinister grin
on his face. But, his scar didn't hurt.
Sirius was growling, his arm raised, but Dumbldore stopped
him, saying something Harry couldn't hear and Sirius lowered his arm
with his brows furrowed. Dumbledore now raised his wand and said a
series of words. Bright light enveloped the room and when he
could see once more, Voldemort was gone and in his place Snape
was unconscious on the ground, the bag of phoniex ashes scattered.
Remus and Sirius were already dragging Snape out the door, and
before they left, Dumbledore gestured them to pause. "There's someone
in these walls that is allowing him access."
Harry glanced around the room, thinking of who it could be.
And he didn't even have to think that long: Draco Malfoy.
To be continued...
Bear with me, all right? It's going to be long, don't know
how long, and I'm unsure when the next part will be out. I'll need
a lot of inspiration for this, so please r/r so I can get the next
part written! I really wanted to do this style of story for such
a long time.
Oh, and for that challenge I got: I accept. All I have to
do is figure out how to start it ^-^. And, I'm also working on
another Lily/MWPP fic like thing. Watch for it!