{A/N: Thanks for reading my story! The first 'Chapter' is really just kind
of an introduction, and it's not half as good as the rest of the story, I
promise! I'm not just saying that!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry. And he doesn't own me. And JKR can Ihave/I this plot if she wants it!!!
This story was formally titled "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix". It is not "Akin". }
By twelve-thirty everyone in the fifth year Boys dorm was asleep. Everyone except a certain tousled-haired teenage boy with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. It had been a long day; first day back at Hogwarts. but Harry's mind would not stop spinning. He could not sleep, not with the nightmare he knew was coming. So Harry quietly tiptoed down the stairs to sit by the fire.
Surprisingly enough, there was already someone sitting by the fireplace, whose curly long hair matched the red of the fire itself.
Harry stopped abruptly. He convinced himself, 'Why should I be embarrassed? She's down here too!' He decided not to make it uncomfortable by pretending he was alone.
"Hello Ginny," he gently spoke. She jumped up, electrified, as if something had spooked her.
"Oh, hi.um you start-startled me," she paused to catch her breath, turning a deep crimson and clutching her heart. "I didn't hear anyone coming."
She slowly began to sit back down, but stopped. "What are you doing here?" she asked and quickly added, "I mean, if you want to tell me. Cos' well, um. . . you don't . . . erm . . ." she trailed off, sighed and sat down.
Ginny's probing question stunned Harry momentarily.
"I . . . couldn't sleep." He felt this wasn't enough to explain. "I like to listen to the fire." "I do too!" Ginny ventured, glancing his way as he lowered himself into the sofa next to hers.
It was silent for a while, not an uncomfortable silence, but a silence just the same. Harry was left to his own thought as he watched the fire dance. Thinking of last year still pained him. Cedric's death had been a blow to everyone's mind, but none so much as those who were close to him. Harry supposed it must be worse for them, coping with Voldemort's return, but Harry had Iwatched Cedric die./I He didn't do anything; he should've done something.
Harry was snapped out of his reflections as the clocked tolled at one. Ginny stood up.
"I hope . . . Well, goodnight, I'm going to bed." Harry watched her leave but quickly looked away when she turned at the middle of the stairs to face him. Out of the corner of his eye, it looked as though she was about to say something, but instead she turned and continued up the stairs.
Harry continued to stare into the fireplace; willing himself to get up, however his exhaustion won out and he fell asleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry. And he doesn't own me. And JKR can Ihave/I this plot if she wants it!!!
This story was formally titled "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix". It is not "Akin". }
By twelve-thirty everyone in the fifth year Boys dorm was asleep. Everyone except a certain tousled-haired teenage boy with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. It had been a long day; first day back at Hogwarts. but Harry's mind would not stop spinning. He could not sleep, not with the nightmare he knew was coming. So Harry quietly tiptoed down the stairs to sit by the fire.
Surprisingly enough, there was already someone sitting by the fireplace, whose curly long hair matched the red of the fire itself.
Harry stopped abruptly. He convinced himself, 'Why should I be embarrassed? She's down here too!' He decided not to make it uncomfortable by pretending he was alone.
"Hello Ginny," he gently spoke. She jumped up, electrified, as if something had spooked her.
"Oh, hi.um you start-startled me," she paused to catch her breath, turning a deep crimson and clutching her heart. "I didn't hear anyone coming."
She slowly began to sit back down, but stopped. "What are you doing here?" she asked and quickly added, "I mean, if you want to tell me. Cos' well, um. . . you don't . . . erm . . ." she trailed off, sighed and sat down.
Ginny's probing question stunned Harry momentarily.
"I . . . couldn't sleep." He felt this wasn't enough to explain. "I like to listen to the fire." "I do too!" Ginny ventured, glancing his way as he lowered himself into the sofa next to hers.
It was silent for a while, not an uncomfortable silence, but a silence just the same. Harry was left to his own thought as he watched the fire dance. Thinking of last year still pained him. Cedric's death had been a blow to everyone's mind, but none so much as those who were close to him. Harry supposed it must be worse for them, coping with Voldemort's return, but Harry had Iwatched Cedric die./I He didn't do anything; he should've done something.
Harry was snapped out of his reflections as the clocked tolled at one. Ginny stood up.
"I hope . . . Well, goodnight, I'm going to bed." Harry watched her leave but quickly looked away when she turned at the middle of the stairs to face him. Out of the corner of his eye, it looked as though she was about to say something, but instead she turned and continued up the stairs.
Harry continued to stare into the fireplace; willing himself to get up, however his exhaustion won out and he fell asleep.