Chapter Three; Campfire Fun
"Daddy can I have another S'more?" Eve asked him.
"No you've already had three, that's enough for anyone." He told her. "And pretty soon you'll have to start getting ready for bed." He said.
"Can we at least tell ghost stories and sing campfire songs?" she asked him.
"That's a good idea." Ron agreed with a nod and a grin while Ginny simply shook her head and rolled her eyes while slapping her hand to her forehead.
"Oh good Lord." She groaned.
"Oh the bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain the bear went over the mountain, the bear went over the mountain! To see what he could see." Ron sang.
"Ron," Ginny began.
"To see what he could see, to see what he could see," he continued completely ignoring her.
"Ron," she repeated louder.
"But the other side of the mountain, the other side of the mountain, the other side of the mountain! Was all that he could see." He sang.
"Ron!" Ginny screamed.
"What!?" he exclaimed.
"If you don't shut up the only thing you will see is Saint Peter standing at the pearly gates." She told him as Harry grinned slyly at the look of horror on Ron's face before they turned to look at each other. "I'm sorry Harry, I didn't really mean it. I just couldn't take the madness anymore." She told him as he kissed her cheek.
"That's alright I know." He told her.
"Let's tell ghost stories instead!" Eve suggested again before she glanced over at her father who rolled his eyes and got to his feet.
"Oh alright, but first I have to get the twins ready for bed." He told her before he bent over and hoisted them up inside his arms.
"Oh c'mon Daddy! We don't want to go to bed, we want to stay up with everyone else and hear the story!" Heather exclaimed with a shake of her head.
"I'm sorry sweetheart but you're still too little to hear ghost stories, you might get nightmares." He told her.
"Man! You never let us get do anything fun." She told him as he kissed her cheek and carried them back towards the camper.
"So who knows a good ghost story?" Eve questioned.
"I've got a pretty good one." Ginny told her grinning slyly.
"Tell it!" Eve cried.
"Oh I don't know, it's kind of scary. It's got a werewolf in it." Ginny told her.
"Cool!" she exclaimed as Harry turned and looked at her.
"I thought you were afraid of werewolves." He said.
"Only real ones, not ones in stories." She told him.
"Well, actually believe it or not the story goes that over a hundred years ago when this ranch didn't even exist, a lot of werewolf attacks happened. They even killed people. First they would go for the throat and then they would rip off their heads and save their hearts for last." She told her. Eve gulped nervously before Harry turned to look back at Ginny. "What?" she asked him.
"You don't have to be so graphic. She's just a little girl." He told her.
"I'm not little! I just got my twelve year old molars and other stuff that I probably shouldn't mention." She said.
"That's alright, we know." Ron assured her referring to her breasts while glancing back over at her.
"C'mon Ginny, tell us the rest of the story!" she pleaded. "I'm not scared, really." She told her.
"Anyway one day a couple were walking through the woods, that's when a werewolf jumped out from the bushes and attacked them. It wasn't until days later that a muggle hunter found their severed heads and the rest of their remains. One night he managed to track down the werewolf and gun it down, but not before it attacked him and turned him into a werewolf himself. The legend goes that that man was the great, great, great grandfather to the owner of this ranch and that his ghost still haunts it. The story also goes that it goes after the children first. Especially if they're alone." Ginny finished as Eve gulped again.
"Great. Well, I think I have to go to the bathroom now." She said before she quickly leapt to her feet and hurried inside the trailer.
"Great going sis I think you just scared the shit out of her." Ron told her while everyone just simply stared at her.
"What!? She's the one who wanted to hear the story." She said.
"So, she's wanted a pony ever since she could talk but that doesn't mean that she should have one." Harry told her.
"I'm sorry Harry, I thought she was old enough that she wouldn't get scared." Ginny told him.
"It's alright, I know you didn't mean to scare her. I'll go talk to her." He said before he got to his feet and went inside the trailer.
"Harry what's going on here? Why does Eve keep saying that a werewolf is going to eat her?" his father asked him.
"It's alright Dad, let me go talk to her." He told him while placing a hand on top of his shoulder and walking over to Eve's bed sitting down at the foot of it while she laid rolled over onto her side. "Eve, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked her.
"No, you're just going to yell at me and tell me that I should have listened to you." She mumbled under her breath.
"No, I promise you that I'm not going to yell at you. I just want to talk to you." He told her as she slowly began to sit up and sighed heavily
"Alright. What is it?" she asked him.
"There aren't any werewolf ghosts out in the woods that are going to eat you. It was just a story." He told her.
"I know that. It's just that I can't get that image of it out of my mind." She said.
"Ginny didn't mean to scare you with it. She was just telling a fun story and got a little carried away with it." He told her.
"A little?" she questioned him with disbelief. "Every time I close my eyes I'm afraid I'll see my ripped off of my body." She told him.
"Well that's not going to happen for two reasons. The first one you already know is that it's pretend. And two, what makes you think that I'm ever going to let anything happen to you?" he questioned her as he leaned his head close to hers and kissed her cheek. "Besides God's always watching out for us, and He's way bigger than a werewolf." He told her.
"God's bigger than anything, remember how that song goes?" she asked him as they started singing together and doing the motions.
"He's got the whole world in His hands. He's got the whole world in His hands. Oh He's got the whole world in His Hands. He's got the whole world in His hands. He's got the little bitty baby in His hands, He's got the little bitty baby in His hands, He's got the little bitty baby in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands. He's got the whole world In His hands, He's got the whole wide world in His hands, oh He's got the whole world in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands." They sung as Harry pointed at himself and then at her.
"He's got you and me sister in His hands." He sung as she pointed at herself then at him.
"He's got you and me brother in His hands." She sang.
"He's got everybody here in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands. He's got the whole world in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands, Oh He's got the whole world in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands." They sung together.
"I remember when Mum used to sing that with us." She told him. "Do you really think she can see us from Heaven?" she asked him.
"I know that she can see us. And if she was here right now she'd probably tell you to get ready for bed." He told her.
"Alright, but I'm not sleepy." She told him before giving a great big yawn.
"Yeah right, c'mon, brush your teeth and get into pajamas." He told her. "I'll be back in a minute to tuck you in." he told her.
"Oh, okay,.." she said heaving a heavy sigh before she reluctantly stood up and started walking over to her suitcase.