/AUTHOR'S NOTE- Yikes I have no idea what with up with my formatting last time. It was all clumped together. THere's nothing I can't stand more than that! Well Harry Potter dosen't belong to me yadda yadda yadda.
PART 3
At first Ginny felt disconnected from her body. She felt as it she was floating high above herself and was slowly being pulled back in, but something didn't want her to leave. Something wanted to take her away from the world and did not feel like letting go.
She was surrounded by darkness in a room that smelled like the smoke from the fire. It took her a second to realize that the darkness was not in the room but her eyes where shut. She struggled to open them, finding out that it felt like a weight had been pressed on them, holding them shut.
Where was she? What happened in the fire? Why couldn't she open her eyes?
Then she started to hear something, a soft sobbing. At first it was almost inaudible but it got louder until it sounder like the sobs was right next to her. She could now here voices.
"Do you think she'll be okay?"
Ron, was that Ron?
"I sure hope so I haven't seen her like this since…"
Harry?
"God couldn't they at least get her some new clothes!" Ron said, "she smells like the fire."
"Thank god she wasn't left in there," Harry said, "she could have died."
Then the voices started to fade again and Ginny started to float away. No! She commanded herself. She was not going to die on them now. She could survive this; she survived an attack by you-know-who! Harry survived many attacks by him! She had to be strong, had to be strong like Harry.
With great force she pushed her tired eyes open to see Harry, Ron and Hermione standing above her.
"Ginny!" Ron exclaimed.
Ginny coughed twice and said in a scratchy voice:
"Where am I?"
She looked around to discover that she was in the hospital wing of the school. Madam Pomfrey stood in the corner.
"Oh good she's awake!" She said and broke off a small piece of chocolate; "do you think you can handle this dear?"
Ginny accepted the chocolate and started to nibble on the end.
"Are you okay Ginny?" Harry asked.
"I suppose you four would like to spend some time alone," the old witch said with a nod, "okay I'll leave but your group seems to be making a habit of this."
Ginny nodded. Together all four of them had experienced more than a half dozen visits to the hospital wing since they arrived. She had a feeling the old nurse was getting tired to seeing them.
"I had a dream," Ginny said, "about the fire."
"After you go burned?" Hermione said speaking for the first time.
"No," she said shaking her head, "I had a dream that I was in the restricted section of the library and the books started talking… and then they started fighting. They caught on fire and started to burn. When I woke up the whole room was on fire!"
"That's strange," Hermione said thoughtfully, "do you think it means anything. What where the books saying?"
"Well they where fighting about someone saying she was getting too attached," the red headed witch said, "and that they had to kill her off."
Ron went pale.
"Well thank God for Christian," Hermione said, "if it wasn't for him you would have burnt up."
"What?"
"Christian saved you," Hermione said eyes shining, "he ran into the room and pulled you out."
Ginny shook her head. She had a strange feeling about Christian, but if he saved her from the fire, was he really bad?
"Do you know who started it?"
"No," Ron said, "but they know it started in a waste basket near the back of the room."
An expression flickered across Hermione's face.
Ginny closed her eyes for a moment, none of this made sense to her.
"Well we should leave you alone," Hermione said with concern, "I brought one of your robes to change into."
Ginny nodded and watched as her friends left the room. After a few minutes she got up and took off the burnt remains of her old school robe. The bottom of it was gone up to her knees, the sleeves had burnt half way off and the rest was covered with ask. She noticed that she even had a few burnt marks on her legs.
Dumbledoor could probably get rid of them.
She felt around on her back for more burns, and she felt something that didn't feel much like a burn, but it was some sort of mark. What was that?
She walked over to a small mirror hanging on the wall and craned her neck to look around at her upper shoulder. Oh no, it couldn't be…
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Hermione walked down nervously to Myrtle's bathroom, with the love spell supplies in hand. But now she wasn't too sure if she should be doing it. The fire in the room had been in the back by the wastebasket, by her bed! Thank god she was out stealing the love spell ingredients from the greenhouse! Was the fire meant to hurt her? And if it was meant to hurt her, why? What did she do?
Christian saved Ginny from the blaze. Did he know the fire was going to start? Was he targeting her?
No! Christian would never do that! He was too perfect he was…
"Back again?"
Hermione perked up to see Myrtle floating a few feet above her toilet.
"Are you planning on doing the spell now?"
Hermione paused for a minute. Did she really want to do this? If she could get closer to Christian would it answer all her questions?
"I'm ready," she said.
The spell would probably take a few hours.
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It had been an hour since Ginny had awakened from her coma like state. And now she was almost back to full energy and needed to talk to Harry. She walked quickly to the Gryffindor common room, which was almost completely empty except for Harry who was studying Quidditch moves from a book called "Quidditch through the ages." She knew she would find him here.
"Harry," she said timidly.
Harry looked up to see the petit redhead standing in front of him.
"Something wrong?"
She nodded. Harry's face was clouded with concern. He folded his book and put it beside him.
"What's wrong?"
"When I came out of the fire there was this… mark on my back," Ginny said and turned around she pulled the back of her robe down to expose her left shoulder. Harry's mouth dropped open.
On her back was a scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt.
"H-how did that happen!"
"I don't know," she said, "it could be from the fire but why would it make a scar like that!"
"I don't know," Harry said, "the only place you could get that scar was from…"
"You-know-who," Ginny finished in fear, "d-do you think he's alive?"
"I don't know," Harry said pale as a ghost.
"What do I do?" Ginny said, "this mark makes me feel like a victim.
Harry didn't want to say anything, but most likely it did.
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Hermione's shaky hands picked up the two clay figures. She used the lavender oil and rose petal mixture, which had been sitting for about 30 minuets. Myrtle watches in fascination as Hermione carefully poured the mixture onto the two clay figures. Hermione always wanted her spells to be perfect, and this one had to be. Hermione picked up a pin and stabbed herself quickly.
"Ow," she said.
She let one drop of her blood fall on the clay figure that represented her. It sizzled and steam started to pour from it. Hermione's eyes widened and she quickly turned the fist figure so it faced the second one. She tied it together with a ribbon.
A rumbled started under Hermione's feet. It was small but soon sped and grew larger. The spell wasn't supposed to do this!
Suddenly the rumbling stopped and a high pitched scream was heard.
"What did I do," Hermione whispered.