I Follow the Night
By Tahiri Solo
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, places and such mentioned in this story. They belong to J.K Rowling. I do not own them and am in no way getting paid for this story. I do, however, own Reed. She is MINE. Anything you recognize is J.K.'s, and does NOT belong to me. Anything you don't recognize, however, DOES belong to me. Please don't steal my characters.
Also, if this story bears any resemblance to stories written my others, that is purely coincidental. Oh and the song/title belongs to Baz Luhrman, I guess, since he created Moulin Rouge.
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*I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?*
One Day I'll Fly Away, Moulin Rouge
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Chapter One: Boredom
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Harry Potter was bored. Very, very bored.
There was literally nothing to do. It was Christmas break, and almost all of the students had gone home for the holidays. Hogwarts was even more empty than usual on the Christmas break, because, with the threat of Voldemort looming ever closer, the students had wanted to be with their families. Hermione Granger, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George Weasley, and Harry himself were the only Gryffindors left.
Everything was so quiet, so empty. It was thoroughly depressing.
Some way to spend Christmas, Harry thought miserably. I wish I could be home. Not with the Dursleys, but with my mum and dad.
Ginny Weasley looked up at him from where she was curled up in a chair at the other end of the Gryffindor common room, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry, Harry," she whispered.
"For what?" Harry asked, baffled.
Ginny frowned. "You just said you wished you were with your mum and dad."
Harry winced. He hadn't realized he'd said that out loud. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to say that. I was thinking to myself, and I guess I was thinking louder than I realized."
Ginny smiled gently, though her eyes were still sad. "Nothing to be sorry for, Harry. I know I can only imagine what you're going through, but if there's ever anything I can do to help . . ."
Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly walked across the room and hugged him, her red hair drifting up into his face and tickling his chin.
Harry blinked in surprise, but hugged her back. Somehow, she felt surprisingly comforting and warm against him, and some of the ache that came from missing his family disappeared.
Ginny finally pulled away, blushing and shivering. Harry noticed her shivering and frowned slightly. "Ginny, are you okay? I know it's cold in here, even with the fire."
He pulled her back into his arms again, picking up a blanket from a nearby chair and wrapping it around her thin frame, trying to warm her.
"Um, Harry, I'm not cold. This is kind of why I'm shivering," Ginny whispered and pulled back from him, her face nearly as red as her hair. She bit her lip and looked away.
Harry blushed himself. But before he could say anything, Headmaster Dumbledore strode into the common room.
Harry blinked at him in surprise. "Professor, what are you doing here? Is there something wrong?"
The headmaster's blue eyes twinkled merrily. "No, there's absolutely nothing wrong. Quite the contrary. We have a surprise for you. Visitors, I should say."
Harry's eyebrows rose over his green eyes. "Visitors? Who?"
Dumbledore gave him a secretive smile. "They wish to remain anonymous at this point. You'll find out in just a few minutes, if you'll come with me."
Harry glanced over at Ginny, who shrugged, her cheeks now back to their normal color.
With a small smile at Ginny, Harry then followed Dumbledore out of the common room.
By Tahiri Solo
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, places and such mentioned in this story. They belong to J.K Rowling. I do not own them and am in no way getting paid for this story. I do, however, own Reed. She is MINE. Anything you recognize is J.K.'s, and does NOT belong to me. Anything you don't recognize, however, DOES belong to me. Please don't steal my characters.
Also, if this story bears any resemblance to stories written my others, that is purely coincidental. Oh and the song/title belongs to Baz Luhrman, I guess, since he created Moulin Rouge.
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*I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?*
One Day I'll Fly Away, Moulin Rouge
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Chapter One: Boredom
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Harry Potter was bored. Very, very bored.
There was literally nothing to do. It was Christmas break, and almost all of the students had gone home for the holidays. Hogwarts was even more empty than usual on the Christmas break, because, with the threat of Voldemort looming ever closer, the students had wanted to be with their families. Hermione Granger, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George Weasley, and Harry himself were the only Gryffindors left.
Everything was so quiet, so empty. It was thoroughly depressing.
Some way to spend Christmas, Harry thought miserably. I wish I could be home. Not with the Dursleys, but with my mum and dad.
Ginny Weasley looked up at him from where she was curled up in a chair at the other end of the Gryffindor common room, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry, Harry," she whispered.
"For what?" Harry asked, baffled.
Ginny frowned. "You just said you wished you were with your mum and dad."
Harry winced. He hadn't realized he'd said that out loud. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to say that. I was thinking to myself, and I guess I was thinking louder than I realized."
Ginny smiled gently, though her eyes were still sad. "Nothing to be sorry for, Harry. I know I can only imagine what you're going through, but if there's ever anything I can do to help . . ."
Her voice trailed off, and she suddenly walked across the room and hugged him, her red hair drifting up into his face and tickling his chin.
Harry blinked in surprise, but hugged her back. Somehow, she felt surprisingly comforting and warm against him, and some of the ache that came from missing his family disappeared.
Ginny finally pulled away, blushing and shivering. Harry noticed her shivering and frowned slightly. "Ginny, are you okay? I know it's cold in here, even with the fire."
He pulled her back into his arms again, picking up a blanket from a nearby chair and wrapping it around her thin frame, trying to warm her.
"Um, Harry, I'm not cold. This is kind of why I'm shivering," Ginny whispered and pulled back from him, her face nearly as red as her hair. She bit her lip and looked away.
Harry blushed himself. But before he could say anything, Headmaster Dumbledore strode into the common room.
Harry blinked at him in surprise. "Professor, what are you doing here? Is there something wrong?"
The headmaster's blue eyes twinkled merrily. "No, there's absolutely nothing wrong. Quite the contrary. We have a surprise for you. Visitors, I should say."
Harry's eyebrows rose over his green eyes. "Visitors? Who?"
Dumbledore gave him a secretive smile. "They wish to remain anonymous at this point. You'll find out in just a few minutes, if you'll come with me."
Harry glanced over at Ginny, who shrugged, her cheeks now back to their normal color.
With a small smile at Ginny, Harry then followed Dumbledore out of the common room.