A/N: Hi everyone! This is my 3rd story here, and the setting is a little off. Harry's in 6th year, and Ginny's in 5th. It's all in her point of view. It's OOC for mostly Ginny's part, so just work me with me here. This is NOT a one-shot, I plan to write a few more chapters, but I won't if you guys don't review. For some reason, the spell check on my laptop is screwed, so bare with me on my spelling and grammer mistakes. ;
Yes, Voldemort is still at large and I'm not sure if I'll be writing a battle scene with him or not.
For people who were reading 'It's Ok.' Fear not! I'll have a 2 chapter Epiliogue up once I find time, just keep checking. ;3 ALso, this story might have some of the same sub plots and line's from 'It's Ok', just a small warning. Though it's main plot is entirely different.
I hope you like it:
Quiet.
It was my haven, or at least that's what I called it. I went there every singe day, right after classes ended, and stayed untill night fell. The quietness of it had soothed me, it made me forget. It was a place where I recalled my memories, the things that haunted me the most.
It was a very quaint place in the back of Hogwarts. Right by the edge of the lake, where 2 walls of the building met, forming a corner, hiding it away from the rest of the grounds. It was convient also, there was a small 1 person stone bench right underneath a large oak tree, facing the lake.
I didn't care if I went there during the time it was raining. I'd sit under the tree, and stare out at the lake, completely ignoring the wetness seeping through my uniform.
I had become accustomed to coming here after it happened. I don't know why it affected me so much, but it did.
As I sit on the cold stone bench, staring out at the lake the warm rain drops fall on top of my fiery head, and the memory plays in mind again.
It was a Friday evening, and I had been dining with Hermione, Harry, and Ron. I had been eating with them a lot now, we were inseperable since that summer. We had all went to Hermione's house, Dumbledore had reluctantly agreed to it and in turn placed many protective spells around it.
It had been the best summer of my life. We had so much fun in the Muggle world, learning of all the things Hermione was so accustomed to. Her parents were as nice as you can get, they were extremely friendly, and acted like my own parents, it felt nice.
I had become great friends with Hermione. She was always there to help me with homework, and give me advice. She was just like the big sister I've always wanted.
My relationship with Harry had also changed a little. I had become really comfortable around him, not blushing every time he talked me, and relaxing a lot. Of course, I still like him, maybe it was love, or at least that's what Hermione told me.
Anyways, as I sat there laughing at one of Ron's jokes, out of the corner of my eye, I could see a white face and shaking Professor McGonagall rushing towards us. I got the others' attention as she stopped right behind Ron.
"I need you four to come with me immidiatley." She said, her voice wavering.
We all looked confused for a moment, and then it dawned on me. There must've been an attack. There were more and more now a days, and every other week or so, we'd see McGonagall rush towards a student and pull them to Dumbledore's office. They were all muggle-born, and usually the case was that there house had been attacked. So far, it didn't happen to anyone I knew.
But why could she possibly be pulling us out now? I got a sinking sensation in my stomach. It couldn't have been my house, could it? There were always aurors in it, and it had always been magically protected.
She led us into Dumbledore's office, something definitly didn't feel right. As we sat down in the chairs, Dumbledore seated in front of us behind his great oak desk, my heart began to beat widley.
"There has been an attack." He said gravely. My heart beat even faster, what had happened? Who was attacked?
"It was in a Muggle town." I heard Hermione give a small gasp. No…it couldn't be, why would Voldemort want to kill Hermione's parents!
"I'm sorry to say Ms.Granger, your parents were the targets…and they didn't make it."
It felt as though I had been punched in the stomach, the air had been knocked out of me and I broke into a cold sweat. Her parents had felt like my own during the summer, and I now felt as though I would be sick on the floor. I turned my head to face Hermione.
She looked….crazy to be exact. Her eyes had widened, and her face had screwed up as though sunlight were blinding her. She took big gasps of air, as though she had just emerged from spending to much time underwater, and doubled over holding her stomach rocking back and forth. She was frantically moaning 'No, no' while shaking her head furiously. Then, she gave a wail of terror and slumped over in a cold faint.
I shook my head furiously, trying to forget the memory that had haunted my dreams. My eyes were still cast on the lake, taking in how the raindrops that hit it, how the small waves ripled.
It had been a week, and I still felt empty. The only time I saw Hermione after that, was in the Hospital Wing. We had carried her there as soon as she fainted, a dead silence hung over us the entire time. She had waken during the night, I had known because she screamed, screamed as though someone put the Cruciatous curse on her. Ron was right there to hug her, to tell her it was going to be alright, but she wouldn't believe him.
I guess that's how it is, being an only child, and then finding out that the people who had taken care of you, loved you, your parents, were gone. I had watched her cry herself to sleep from my position in the cold metal chair. I had stayed silent the whole time, not being able to find the words if I did open my mouth, silent tears flowing freely down my cheeks.
Although, the one person that wasn't there, was Harry. Ron, nor I hadn't seen him since we received the news. Although, today was different.
I had just finished Charms, my last class of the day. I hurried away from my friends and took a long detour up to the Gryffindor tower to get my books. Along the way, I passed the Room of Requirement. I walked by 3 times, thinking of a place I could go for comfort.
I opened the door, and saw someone I never expected to be there. The room had produced a large twin bed, and many pillows. In the corner, I saw a shelf filled with dreamless sleeping potions, those could come in handy.
Although, the bed was occupied. Sitting on the edge of it, his faced covered by his hands, though his mop of messy black hair was as noticable as ever, was Harry.
Just from the way his body was slumped over, I could just tell that he was a wreck.
I stepped in to the room quietly, closing the door with a click behind me.
At the noise, his head snapped up, and his eyes met mine.
We spent a good 3 minutes, just staring at eachother. His eyes were no longer the bright, sparkling eyes that I remembered very well. They were cold, lifeless, and dead. But they were searching, I could tell as I studied them carefully, it seemed as though he was lost.
I broke the gaze his eyes held on mine, and set my books and bag down on the floor, then walked over to the bed he was at. He stood up and opened his arms to me, and I met his embrace.
We stood there for a while, just holding eachother, and I couldn't help the few stray tears that fell down my cheeks.
After what felt like forever, I pried myself of Harry's tight grip and sat on the bed, he joined me.
I looked at him once again, and I was a little surprised to see a few unshed tears welled up in his eyes. I gave him another hug, and whispered to him, "You know, you can tell me anything." And for the next half hour, I listened.
He told me everything there was to tell. How he felt guilty for the death of Hermione's parents, how he felt everything was his fault. I argued back and I told him the opposite, there was nothing he could do about being a victem of Voldemort at age 1. Though he countered me, and told me everything was his fault. We went back and forth at this, it turned into a row.
My voice rasp, I yelled at him and he yelled back. I tried to tell him how it wasn't his fault, but being the stubborn boy he was, he didn't listen. It was my first row with Harry, and I felt terrible afterwards.
I had gotten to mad to handle, I was losing control of my anger, so I stormed out, and found myself atutomatically walking to my haven.
As I snapped back into reality again, I lifted my hand to wipe a tear from my eye that blended in with the rain.
It wasn't the view and the privateness that I liked best about my haven. It was the silence. In a way, it soothed me, yet haunted me to. I could listen to it and forget about things that I never thought I could, and yet, I didn't. Through the silence, I recalled my memories, lots of them good, but most of them bad. I pondered, wished, and dreamed.
I had been out here for longer than I thought, I stood up and walked slowly back into the school. I got a few odd looks from the ghosts, I guess I didn't look that good. I stopped by a window and could see my reflection, and I was right, I did look horrible.
My stupid red hair was sticking to my face, dead and lifeless. My skin was pale and my cheeks were blotchy from crying. My uniform had gotten soaked and had patterened dirtstains in it.
As I stepped into the portrait hole, silence greeted me at the door. The Common Room was empty except for one lone figure at the couch. I could see a mop of messy black hair, it was Harry. He wasn't exactly the first person I wanted to see at the moment.
He must've heard the the squealching of my wet shoes on the floor, and stood up, his wand instantly out and pointed towards me. He relaxed when he saw me, but confusion crossed his face when he saw that I was soaking wet.
"Don't ask." I snapped, still angry from our row before. "But-" He cut me off.
"Look, I don't care what you've came to say, you're not making me change my mind, an d there's nothing you can do about it. I'm sick of your played sympathy, you don't know anything about me, and you never will. IT's best if you just leave now." He sounded cold. His voice was flat and to the point, and frankly, it scared me. How could he think like this? Here I was, about to apologize, and then he tells me he wants me to leave, and I thought I loved him.
I stood there, gaping like a fish out of water. The apology I worked out in my head on the way up had completely left my mind, I was enraged.
Instead of arguing back, I marched right up to him, slapped him hard in the face, then raced up to my dormitory.
I walked into silence as I opened the door. I quietly undressed and slipped under the covers letting my wet head hit the pillow with a soft 'thump'. I layed there in shock, not believing what I just had done. I never hit people, ever. Sure I got mad and used my Bat Boegy Hex, but I wouldn't slap anybody, not even my brothers.
I felt cold now, cold and empty. I shook quietly under the covers, and no matter how far under I got, I couldn't stop shaking. What he just said kept replaying itself in my mind, his expression, his tone, the way his eyes bore into mine, I couldn't forget it. I couldn't help it, even though he just said this to me, I still loved him. I felt confused, mocked, and played.
I had an uneasy sleep that night, tossing and turning, dreaming of terrible things. I dreamt of Tom, I dreamt of the things he made me do, I dreamt of remembering that dark feeling seep into me, and control me. Then I dreamt of Harry rescuing me like he did, but this Harry wasn't the same. I dreamt of how I saw his face as I woke up in the Chamber, he wanted to help me then. But then, my dreams changed to the words Harry had spoken to me in the Common Room.
And then, I dreamt of a slince so loud, it would hurt your ears.
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