Betrayed Revenge

By- Jaiden

Chapter Six

Dark thunderclouds rolled n around mid morning the next day. Harry was still sulking the house like a little kid not gong to work yet again. Draco left a bit ago for the Ministry though he was reluctant to go.

A loud clap of thunder sounded bringing Jaiden out of her thoughts, her eyes shifted to window and lingered of the rain as it began to fall. She folded her legs under her, still staring out the window.

She watched the trees sway in the wind. She was entranced that she hardly noticed as the room suddenly plummeted dramatically.

A pair of cold clammy hand clamped around her throat, bringing her out of her trance, as her hands flew to her neck to pry the hands away from her... but found nothing. Turning she found herself staring at a pearly whit figure, moving her eyes up, they found hollow eyes sockets, they bored into hers. She was looking into the ghostly face of Ron Weasley.

Jaiden threw herself away from it. With an ear splitting shriek, she tripped over the coffee table in her haste to get away from it, landing flat of her back, she pushed herself as far away, until she hit the cold hard wall.

Footsteps were coming down the stairs hurriedly. The ghost gave her an evil smirk, before disappearing. Jaiden just stared at the spot where he had just been.

" J-Jaiden? Are you alright? " Harry asked panting slightly.

She didn't answer just kept staring at that spot.

" Jaiden! " Harry almost yelled.

" Huh? "

" I asked if you was alright? "

" Ah, yeah I'm fine, "

" You sure? "

" Yes, " She answered as she picked herself up off the floor.

" What happened? "

" I just tripped over the coffee table, "

" You sure that's all? You screamed like you saw the bloody ghost of Christmas Past, "

" Nope just tripped, " She assured him.

" Ok? " was all he said as he turned to go back up to his room.

" Harry? "

He looked over his shoulder, " Yeah? "

" You know you can talk to me… "

" How where have I heard that before? " He gave a small smile.

" Hey I couldn't tell you, "

" I know you couldn't… I'll talk when I feel like it, "

" You know you should go to work… " She told him.

" Look your not my mother so lay off, " He snapped as he stomped up the stairs, seconds later his door slammed.

A slight chill was still lingering in the room. Rubbing her arms for warmth, she padded her way into the kitchen, her mind still replaying what she saw in the living room. Ron wasback, she saw his ghost with her own eyes, except nobody would believe her.

" How long have you been standing there? " Somebody asked behind her.

She turned and saw Harry leaning against the door jam looking at her.

" Not very… why do you ask? "

He shrugged, " No reason, you just seem really out of it lately, "

" Oh… no just been thinking…'bout things, "

Harry pushed himself off the door jam " Exactly, " he walked over to her.

" What's that suppose to mean? "

" Never mind, " He shook his head a bit.

She looked at him skeptically; Harry smiled at her, and turned to leave the room. A she watch him go, she saw him stumble a bit and shudder.

" Harry? Are you alright? " Jaiden asked.

He didn't answer.

" Harry? "

She watched as he slowly turned to face her. He looked normal enough… but something wasn't right. She brought her eyes up to meet his… and that's when she saw it… a distinct evil glint.