Chapter Two; The Greatest Rock Song Ever Written
Harry stood down by the ring and hunched over the fence while Hermione cantered around the ring on Lightning Bolt. That's when suddenly he heard footsteps behind him and turned his head to see Ginny standing beside him. He smiled at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Hey, what are you doing here?" he asked her.
"Eve just texted me and told me all about your new horse. She seemed pretty upset and jealous about it." She told him.
"Well she'll get over it." Harry began. "Especially after she learns that I bought her a horse too. How's that for a big brother?" he questioned her with a grin.
"Oh my God Harry! Eve's totally going to freak when she finds out!" Ginny exclaimed as Harry laughed.
"Yeah, I know." He told her when they turned their heads back around to see Hermione click her teeth and signaled Lightning Bolt over his first jump which he passed it flawlessly.
"Wow, Hermione's a natural." Ginny said.
"I know, she looks good out there. Hopefully one day I'll get to be as good as she is." Harry said as Hermione steadied the horse back down to a walk and started walking him around the ring.
"So do you want to practice this weekend? I mean with Trinity not riding." Ginny said.
"Yeah, Ron and I were actually planning too already. I'll call my dad and ask if you can come over for dinner. Maybe he'll even let you spend the night." He said when suddenly Hermione pulled back on the reins.
"Whoa boy." She told him and waited for the horse to come to a complete stop before dismounting and continuing to walk him around the ring while Harry walked away to call his father.
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"You should have seen Hermione today, I never knew that she was such a good rider." Ginny said as they all sat down at the dinner table as Hermione smiled slightly and blushed.
"Thanks." She said.
"Seriously girl, where in the world did you get that good?" Ginny inquired.
"I took riding lessons when I was a little girl. I have to admit that it felt great to be out there in the saddle again with the wind rushing through my hair. Even if I was a bit rusty." She said as Ginny simply scoffed at her.
"Rusty!? If you entered a jumping competition right now there's no doubt in my mind that you would win." She told her.
"Alright ladies, Harry's got to say grace." Snape told them. "So zip the lip." He instructed as everyone took ahold of each other's hands and bowed their heads.
"Dear Lord, bless this meal that we are about to receive as well as the hands that have prepared it and all of us gathered here tonight to share it. Amen." Harry said.
"Amen." Everyone else echoed before they started passing the food around.
"So Ginny how is Angelica doing speaking of horses. Even if she's a magical horse." Hermione said.
"I haven't seen her in a while but Mum says she has a foal now. I think she said that it was a colt so I'll probably name it Angelo which sounds like it could be a male name for Angelica." Ginny replied passing the bowl of soup over to Harry who hadn't seemed to be paying attention. "Earth to Harry,.." she said.
"What?" Harry asked quickly shaking his head and snapping out of his trance before turning over to look at her. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking about the words to a song I'm writing for the band." He told her as he scooped some soup out and poured it inside his own bowl.
"You're writing a song?" Hermione questioned him.
"Yeah but it's not finished yet." He told her.
"Hmm, maybe I'll start writing a song too. I mean considering that I'm a band member as well." Ron said.
"Oh c'mon Ron you can't write a song without help! You can barely write your own name." Ginny told him with a roll of her eyes while Harry took a slice of bread and started buttering it.
"That's not true! I bet I could wind up writing a better song than you!" he snapped.
"Now children, no fighting at the dinner table." Eve teased before Ron turned his head over to look at her and growled.
"You stay out of this!" he yelled. "This has nothing whatsoever to do with you!" he told her when suddenly they all began yelling and shouting over each other before Harry put two of his fingers inside his mouth and whistled loudly.
"Guys please,.. I'm trying to eat. Can we all talk about this some other time?" he questioned.
"Fine!" Ron snapped.
"Fine!" Ginny snapped back as Eve just simply rolled her eyes and remained silent.
.….
After supper was over Harry returned to his room. He was about to feed Hedwig when he noticed that something was very wrong with her. She looked very sick and every once and a while she would make a wheezing noise. "Ginny come quick!" he hollered before she quickly hurried into the room.
"Harry what's wrong?" she asked him before glancing down at Hedwig. "Oh dear." She whispered as a look of horror came onto her face.
"You can help her can't you, I mean you're a healer after all." He said.
"Yes I think I can whip up a potion for her to cure her. Where do you keep all of the ingredients?" she asked him.
"In my father's office room. It's the same place where we keep Patrick since there wasn't enough room in Tobey's room for him." He explained.
"Alright then, I'll go see what I can do." She told him before she quickly hurried out of the room again.
"Everything's going to be alright Hedwig, just hold on." Harry reassured her soothingly as he bent down and looked at her through the bars while she continued to wheeze and slowly began to shut her eyes. That's when Harry flopped back down on his bed and grabbed his quill and a pad of paper examining the words that he had already written.
And then a light shone down out of the sky to reveal the good news,
A baby has been born for me and you to save us from our sin.
Harry tapped the feather of his quill to his chin before he continued to write.
And I thank the Lord for all that He has done, He sent us His Son to deliver us from evil.
And that's good girl because during the day I'll go ahead and pray and worship His name,
But after the sun goes down there's nothing else that you can do, because I'm a devil for you girl!
A wide grin stretched a crossed his face while he thought about Ginny. "This is going to be the best rock song ever written." He declared to himself before he continued to write.
