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LOCATION: GINNY WEASLEY'S BEDROOM
PERSONS: GINNY WEASLEY, HARRY POTTER
TIME: 10:00 PM
YEAR: 1996

It had been a boring sort of day until late that night. Harry flexed his claws and fidgeted around a little. He really couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of and rejecting his plans to ask Ginny out. He itched his ear deftly and tried to settle back down.

"Nightmare..." Ginny moaned. "Settle down, you dozy dog." Harry flopped down. Ginny patted his head and brushed the patch of fur concealing his scar. Surprised, Harry pounced out of the bed and landed with a roll on the floor.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up in bed. "Are you hurt? Let me see your head." Harry pressed back up against the wall. "Have you been hiding that cut from me?" she asked. "It's okay, let me see."

She took a few steps towards him. He pulled back his lips as though to snarl at her, but made no sound, his eyes wide with worry. She brushed the patch again, and he snapped at her arm, missing it by a millimetre. "Nightmare, stop!" she squeaked, and next thing he knew he was being wrestled to the floor. Ginny pushed back the fur and Harry struggled as hard as he could.

"That's funny." she said thoughtfully. "It's a lightning... bolt..."

The weight on Harry's flank was relieved, and Ginny went to light a candle. She returned to him and peered into his eyes. He shut them quickly, but she saw them already.

"Harry...?" she whispered. Harry shook his head rapidly. "You can understand me?" she asked suspiciously. Harry shook his head again.

"You can! You liar!" Ginny yelled, jumping back. "Harry Potter, are you an Animagus?" she asked. Harry nodded reluctantly. "Oh, my God." she whispered, burying her face in her hands.

"I told you all my secrets. Every thing I hold private from even my family! You con artist! You filthy liar! Just when I thought... Guh." Tears began to leak from her eyes. "How could you lie to me?" She asked wetly.

"And don't even bother telling me that you're sorry! 'Sorry' is what you say when it was accidental, and you knew fully that you were lying to me." Her face dawned. "In fact, Ron told me to watch out for love." Her eyes were aflame with what Harry recognized as hatred.

"Were you what he meant? Is that why you did this?" she asked. Harry nodded.

"Well, if you really loved me, you wouldn't have lied to me. Do you know anything about me?" She sighed. "You know what, Harry? Just get out of my bedroom. I was in love with you for five years, and you didn't even pay me any mind until I started to get popular. Well, Harry everyone-loves-me Potter, get out of my room, because you don't deserve me. YOu don't deserve anyone, you... Get out." She said, gesturing towards the door. Harry planted his feet.

"Get out of my room Harry, before I kick you." Harry squared his shoulders and pulled back his lip.

"If you have something to say to me, don't be a coward. Turn back and tell me!" Harry shook a little, telling himself defiance was keeping him a dog, instead of cowardice. Harry was terribly surprised when he hung his head and Ginny struck out with a kick that sent him reeling into the wall.

"I told you I would." Ginny snarled. "GET OUT, POTTER! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU IN HERE AGAIN!"

Her use of Harry's surname struck him like a blow to the head. He pushed back against the wall and panted.

"I know that hurt. Did it?" she asked slyly.

Harry slumped to the floor and whined.

"You stubborn- GET OUT BEFORE I HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION!" Ginny's hair was frazzled, her eyes wild with fury. Harry stood his ground. Ginny was being insensitive and refusing to see how devoted he really was. Harry snarled at her, bushing out his fur.

"You can't hurt me. I know you can't. You don't want to see me hurt because you-" she scoffed, "have feelings for me." She raised her wand. "But you can enjoy your pain because I have no feelings for you."

Her words crashed against him like ice shards. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'll do it." Harry looked up. Ginny's eyes were no longer filled with rage and hatred, but there was no sign of love or sorrow or apology. Only calm rage that made Harry feel like he was drowning. "I swear if you don't get out right now..."

Harry, scared of what she might do in all her fury, picked his aching body up off the floor and began to pad out of Ginny's room. To his surprise, however, he was lifted off his paws and thrown from Ginny's room to the landing outside it. His head struck the wall and he fell to the floor. He raised his spinning head to look at Ginny, who was standing in her doorway, watching him. His vision grew fuzzy and his head pounded sharply. His neck felt like twigs and he let it collapse to his paws.

He could faintly hear Ginny shut her bedroom door.