~ In Harm's Way~
Summary: I already did a pairing for Harry and Hermoine, this one is for Harry and Ginny. I can't help it, they're so adorable together. Anyways, on a late night quest to the library, Harry finds a certain someone in a serious situation. Anymore, and I'd be giving it away.
A/N: Don't let the title for Chapter One gross you out
Chapter One- Blood and Tears
The stroke of midnight. The halls of Hogwarts were empty, quiet with little crackles of fire in the lanterns. Shadows of nothing were covering the stonewalls and tiled floors. Life in the dormitories stood still for the night. All, except one in the Gryffindor tower.
" I've already read this one" Harry Potter tossed the leather spell book onto the bed spread.
Ron Weasley examined the borrowed book, " read it? I just got it!".
Harry shrugged, " I was bored, I had already read the remainder of yours, and mine".
" Bloody hell! You're like the male version of Hermoine".
" Thanks?" he wasn't sure on how to answer that. Ron didn't respond. " I'm going to the library".
" Are you mad?" he roughly commented, " you'll get caught".
Harry always kept his fathers cloak on the armchair by the door, in case. It had become very useful being there, for more important events then getting a book from the library after hours.
Had anybody walked into the same aisle as Harry was in, they may have been frightened to see nothing but a hand holding a lantern to illuminate the books higher on the shelf. Then again, Harry was alone, he thought he was alone.
" Harry" the voice was so light, hardly audible, and very weak.
He stopped his search, not like it was a very successful one to begin with. Removing the cloak from his body, he allowed it to puddle to the floor. Creeping slowly to the end of the shelf, lantern still out front, looking to both sides.
" Harry, help" the words were struggled from their source.
It was coming from his right, away from the library's entrance. The dim light slowly guided the path in front of him. Nothing, not a single other solo.
But he almost missed the shadow in one of the aisles not far from where he was. Taking a step backing, he saw the body lying helplessly on the floor, a small trail of blood so close. Raising the lantern, Harry strained his eyes to see who it was.
" Ginny!" .
Harry dropped the lantern, it didn't shatter like the last time he had snuck into the library. Running, he dropped to Ginny's side, knowing it was her after seeing the long, strawberry blonde strands. Gently, he cupped her face with one hand. She was barely conscious, and very weak. Bruises were scattered across her pale face, tears in her bloodshot eyes.
" Ginny, oh my god, what happened?" his heart raced, along with the words from his mouth.
" I didn't see, who it was".
He could easily tell she was having trouble breathing, let alone speaking. As careful as he could be, Harry lifted Ginny into his arms, taking his time while standing up, then bolting from the library.
And to the hospital wing.
A/N: It's short, but those who know me, know that I do this. Anyways, if you like the idea, I'll continue. If not, I'll go onto something else. Thanks and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Summary: I already did a pairing for Harry and Hermoine, this one is for Harry and Ginny. I can't help it, they're so adorable together. Anyways, on a late night quest to the library, Harry finds a certain someone in a serious situation. Anymore, and I'd be giving it away.
A/N: Don't let the title for Chapter One gross you out
Chapter One- Blood and Tears
The stroke of midnight. The halls of Hogwarts were empty, quiet with little crackles of fire in the lanterns. Shadows of nothing were covering the stonewalls and tiled floors. Life in the dormitories stood still for the night. All, except one in the Gryffindor tower.
" I've already read this one" Harry Potter tossed the leather spell book onto the bed spread.
Ron Weasley examined the borrowed book, " read it? I just got it!".
Harry shrugged, " I was bored, I had already read the remainder of yours, and mine".
" Bloody hell! You're like the male version of Hermoine".
" Thanks?" he wasn't sure on how to answer that. Ron didn't respond. " I'm going to the library".
" Are you mad?" he roughly commented, " you'll get caught".
Harry always kept his fathers cloak on the armchair by the door, in case. It had become very useful being there, for more important events then getting a book from the library after hours.
Had anybody walked into the same aisle as Harry was in, they may have been frightened to see nothing but a hand holding a lantern to illuminate the books higher on the shelf. Then again, Harry was alone, he thought he was alone.
" Harry" the voice was so light, hardly audible, and very weak.
He stopped his search, not like it was a very successful one to begin with. Removing the cloak from his body, he allowed it to puddle to the floor. Creeping slowly to the end of the shelf, lantern still out front, looking to both sides.
" Harry, help" the words were struggled from their source.
It was coming from his right, away from the library's entrance. The dim light slowly guided the path in front of him. Nothing, not a single other solo.
But he almost missed the shadow in one of the aisles not far from where he was. Taking a step backing, he saw the body lying helplessly on the floor, a small trail of blood so close. Raising the lantern, Harry strained his eyes to see who it was.
" Ginny!" .
Harry dropped the lantern, it didn't shatter like the last time he had snuck into the library. Running, he dropped to Ginny's side, knowing it was her after seeing the long, strawberry blonde strands. Gently, he cupped her face with one hand. She was barely conscious, and very weak. Bruises were scattered across her pale face, tears in her bloodshot eyes.
" Ginny, oh my god, what happened?" his heart raced, along with the words from his mouth.
" I didn't see, who it was".
He could easily tell she was having trouble breathing, let alone speaking. As careful as he could be, Harry lifted Ginny into his arms, taking his time while standing up, then bolting from the library.
And to the hospital wing.
A/N: It's short, but those who know me, know that I do this. Anyways, if you like the idea, I'll continue. If not, I'll go onto something else. Thanks and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!