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Chapter One: Remembering the Curse
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Ginny Weasly walked down the corridor to her next potions class. It was the last week of school for her fourth year in Hogwarts. She was glad that the summer was on its way. She hurried, walking fast, hoping to God that she wasn't late. She was much of a loner. She had a few friends and liked to keep it that way. She always said that quality was better than quantity. One of the prettiest girls in her year, though she was shy of it and covered her body as much as possible with her second-hand robes, she was noticed by the boys in school. Virginal as they come, but proud of it none-the-less. She wanted to keep her virginity to only the one she would marry. Though not by the one she wanted. Her life-long crush was more than just a crush now. She truly believed that she was in love with him.
She slid into the door discretely, hoping to not cause attention to the already-working students, and found her seat next to a pretty Ravenclaw girl. She was advanced in potions and was moved up to take it with the fifth years. Looking around the room, she spotted Harry. She almost smiled, but then she caught who he was sitting by...Cho Chang. 'Of course,' she thought. He hadn't seen Ginny walk in and was too engulfed in looking into Cho's eyes. Ginny felt the familiar twinge of jealousy pull at her stomache as it did often. The way he looked at her...like she was the only reason for living. 'If only...' she thought and sighed inwardly shakily.
Soon enough the bell sounded, and she got up and shuffled out with the rest of the class. Suddenly, a sharp pain went through her body. She gasped and trembled slightly.
"Ginny...are you okay?" a voice asked from behind her. Ginny turned around to see Harry with a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah...yeah, Harry...I'm fine," she said and kept walking. She headed back to the common room, wondering where that pain had come from. She felt like there was a splinter in her mind...like she was supposed to remember something. She didn't sit in the common room, but instead, went into her room and lay on her bed. She thought about it for a minute with her eyes closed. Then her eyes flew open and she bolted up straight, her heart racing....she remembered.
In her first year she remembered going on and on about Harry to Tom in his diary, and Tom started to get insanely jealous because only too late he confessed his love to her before cursing her with a spell that was unknown to her. He told her that if he couldn't have her- no one could. The curse branded her with a scar between her breasts and he told her that as time went by, the scar would fade...and so would her memory of it. Within five years if she didn't go back to him, she would die.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the incident. 'I'm going to die...I'm going to die...' she thought.
The week went by slowly for Ginny as she stayed in a more isolated state than ever. She used to talk to her brother about everything, but she didn't know how to tell him this. She did notice Harry eyeing her more than usual. He also seemed less attatched to Cho. Ginny hardly cared anymore. Soon her and her brothers were on the Hogwarts Express home. She walked down the narrow hall of the train looking for an empty compartment. She had been invited to sit with her brother and Hermione, of course, but where Harry was, she didn't know. She finally found one near the back of the train. She sat down and brought her knees to her chest, looking out at the quickly moving trees through the window.
Suddenly, she heard the door knob turn and she looked up to see that it was Harry standing there.
"Hey...Do you think I could sit with you?" he asked. Ginny shyly nodded. He sat across from her. Occasionally she glanced his way, until their eyes met and locked. She could almost see into his soul. His eyes were the window to his emotions. She saw slight sorrow there, curiosity, but still had his innocence...yes...still untouched.
A few minutes of silence passed. "What's been going on, Ginny?"
Ginny shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean?" she asked meekly.
"Just with the way you've been lately. You don't talk to anyone anymore. I mean...I know there are some things you can't talk about with Ron, but you know you can tell me anything..."
"I don't know Harry...I don't even know anymore..." she trailed off.
"What don't you know?" he asked gently.
"I don't know what's happening to me...to anything," she tried to fight back the tears.
"Tell me. Just tell me,"
"Harry, I don't even know where to start..." she began.
"From the beginning."
She went into the full detail of everything she remembered about the curse, only leaving out the obsessive details of how many times she'd told Tom about how much she liked Harry.
"God, Ginny...I wonder what it could be," he said curiously, "We'll have to find out, though. There's a record of every spell that's been invented..." he secretly decided to himself to write Dumbledore as soon as he got to their house. "I'll try and look it up when we get to your house," he lied. Ginny almost choked.
"My house?" she asked, trying to sound non-chalaunt about it.
"Yeah...I'm staying the summer. With Voldemort still in power, it'll be a lot easier to get to headquarters and back without the Dursleys getting in the way." he told her. She gave a weak smile as the train pulled up on platform nine and three-quarters.
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A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLLLLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE!!! Okay...that's enough of that. Sorry for the spelling errors... my spell check isn't working for some reason. Tell me what you think!!!
Chapter One: Remembering the Curse
~*~
Ginny Weasly walked down the corridor to her next potions class. It was the last week of school for her fourth year in Hogwarts. She was glad that the summer was on its way. She hurried, walking fast, hoping to God that she wasn't late. She was much of a loner. She had a few friends and liked to keep it that way. She always said that quality was better than quantity. One of the prettiest girls in her year, though she was shy of it and covered her body as much as possible with her second-hand robes, she was noticed by the boys in school. Virginal as they come, but proud of it none-the-less. She wanted to keep her virginity to only the one she would marry. Though not by the one she wanted. Her life-long crush was more than just a crush now. She truly believed that she was in love with him.
She slid into the door discretely, hoping to not cause attention to the already-working students, and found her seat next to a pretty Ravenclaw girl. She was advanced in potions and was moved up to take it with the fifth years. Looking around the room, she spotted Harry. She almost smiled, but then she caught who he was sitting by...Cho Chang. 'Of course,' she thought. He hadn't seen Ginny walk in and was too engulfed in looking into Cho's eyes. Ginny felt the familiar twinge of jealousy pull at her stomache as it did often. The way he looked at her...like she was the only reason for living. 'If only...' she thought and sighed inwardly shakily.
Soon enough the bell sounded, and she got up and shuffled out with the rest of the class. Suddenly, a sharp pain went through her body. She gasped and trembled slightly.
"Ginny...are you okay?" a voice asked from behind her. Ginny turned around to see Harry with a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah...yeah, Harry...I'm fine," she said and kept walking. She headed back to the common room, wondering where that pain had come from. She felt like there was a splinter in her mind...like she was supposed to remember something. She didn't sit in the common room, but instead, went into her room and lay on her bed. She thought about it for a minute with her eyes closed. Then her eyes flew open and she bolted up straight, her heart racing....she remembered.
In her first year she remembered going on and on about Harry to Tom in his diary, and Tom started to get insanely jealous because only too late he confessed his love to her before cursing her with a spell that was unknown to her. He told her that if he couldn't have her- no one could. The curse branded her with a scar between her breasts and he told her that as time went by, the scar would fade...and so would her memory of it. Within five years if she didn't go back to him, she would die.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the incident. 'I'm going to die...I'm going to die...' she thought.
The week went by slowly for Ginny as she stayed in a more isolated state than ever. She used to talk to her brother about everything, but she didn't know how to tell him this. She did notice Harry eyeing her more than usual. He also seemed less attatched to Cho. Ginny hardly cared anymore. Soon her and her brothers were on the Hogwarts Express home. She walked down the narrow hall of the train looking for an empty compartment. She had been invited to sit with her brother and Hermione, of course, but where Harry was, she didn't know. She finally found one near the back of the train. She sat down and brought her knees to her chest, looking out at the quickly moving trees through the window.
Suddenly, she heard the door knob turn and she looked up to see that it was Harry standing there.
"Hey...Do you think I could sit with you?" he asked. Ginny shyly nodded. He sat across from her. Occasionally she glanced his way, until their eyes met and locked. She could almost see into his soul. His eyes were the window to his emotions. She saw slight sorrow there, curiosity, but still had his innocence...yes...still untouched.
A few minutes of silence passed. "What's been going on, Ginny?"
Ginny shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean?" she asked meekly.
"Just with the way you've been lately. You don't talk to anyone anymore. I mean...I know there are some things you can't talk about with Ron, but you know you can tell me anything..."
"I don't know Harry...I don't even know anymore..." she trailed off.
"What don't you know?" he asked gently.
"I don't know what's happening to me...to anything," she tried to fight back the tears.
"Tell me. Just tell me,"
"Harry, I don't even know where to start..." she began.
"From the beginning."
She went into the full detail of everything she remembered about the curse, only leaving out the obsessive details of how many times she'd told Tom about how much she liked Harry.
"God, Ginny...I wonder what it could be," he said curiously, "We'll have to find out, though. There's a record of every spell that's been invented..." he secretly decided to himself to write Dumbledore as soon as he got to their house. "I'll try and look it up when we get to your house," he lied. Ginny almost choked.
"My house?" she asked, trying to sound non-chalaunt about it.
"Yeah...I'm staying the summer. With Voldemort still in power, it'll be a lot easier to get to headquarters and back without the Dursleys getting in the way." he told her. She gave a weak smile as the train pulled up on platform nine and three-quarters.
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A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLLLLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE!!! Okay...that's enough of that. Sorry for the spelling errors... my spell check isn't working for some reason. Tell me what you think!!!