Chapter 7 - And So It Begin's

"Are you sure Father?" Sara asked.

"Yes, my dear," Albus said. " We have no way to take the necklace from him, and if we don't he will die."

"Can't you just take it?" Sara asked.

"No, there is a spell on the necklace," Dumbledore said. " A spell that is enabling Harry to wear the necklace, as well as making sure no one but the person it is given to can wear it. Even if we could take it off Mrs. Weasley would never let us have the necklace in our hands."

"But you have to do something," Sara said.

"Yes, we do," Dumbledore said. " That is why I called you here. We need to find someway to keep the necklace form killing him, or at least someway we can take it off, even if the necklace did not come to our hands."

"What is it you want me to do?"

"Ron," Hermione began. " Do you think maybe we should go see Harry."

"No," Ron said.

"But.."

"He's a traitor to us," Ron said. " I will never believe him again, ever."

"You can't be serious?" Hermione said.

"I am," Ron said. " He lied to us, his best friends. We over all people including Ginny deserved to know what he was planning. Why he went to Voldemort."

"Your right," Hermione said.

"Hermione," Draco said coming up to her. " Can I talk to you?"

"Why," Hermione said." I guess."

"I wish I could do something," Ginny said. " Anything for you Harry."

Ginny sighed and looked out the window. Finally the snow was beginning to fall, bringing winter along with it. How the months had gone by Ginny didn't know. She was about to turn away from the window when she saw a small, black owl flying towards the window. She got up and went over and opened the window. The owl flew in, dropped the letter, and went back out the window again. Ginny went over to the letter that read..Ginny Weasley. She took a deep breath and opened the letter.

Dear Ginny Weasley,

I cannot say that I was not surprised as well as shocked when I received your letter. You see it has been years since I have thought of the stone, well its been in my mind. I just haven't really thought about it seriously. I saw the stone so many years ago, and now I am just an old woman in her forties, moving on with life. To answer your question, yes, I would meet with you. If it was to help you out with anything. I will be in Hogsmeade this coming weekended. If you could meet me at the Three Broomstick's at one I will talk to you. If you cannot, then maybe we can meet another day.


Gabriel Hanson,

Ginny felt herself bouncing with joy. She looked over at Harry and kissed him on the forehead before running out of the room. She ran down the halls and into the common room, where she throw the letter in the fire and watched it burn. This was it, this weekend she would use Harry's cloak and sneak into Hogsmeade, she would have to get Harry's map as well.

"What do you won't now Draco?" Hermione asked. " I don't have a lot of time."

"I wanted to ask you," Draco said. " If maybe..."

"Come on Hermione," Ron yelled. " We have to go, we got a class you know."

"Sorry Draco," Hermione said. " I"ll talk to you later alright."

"Sure," Draco muttered as Hermione gave him a smile and walked away.

Draco walked down the hall not looking where he was going till he crashed into Luna.

"Sorry," Draco said. " I didn't see you."

"It's alright," Luna said. " A lot of people don't see me."

"I didn't mean it like that," Draco said.

"I know, I was just stated the facts is all," Luna said." Like one person I know."

"Wealsey," Draco said.

"Yeah," Luna said. " I just don't get it."

"I don't either," Draco said.

"Are we talking about the same thing here," Luna laughed. " What will happen, will happened, give it time Draco. Give her time."

Draco gave Luna a puzzled look before she laughed again and skipped off down the hallway, waving her good-bye.

Ginny wondered down the hall watching for teachers or any students that would notice her. She slipped into the girls bathroom pulling on Harry's cloak before slipping back out and continuing down the hall. This was it, Ginny thought. She held her breath as she stepped behind the gargoyle and jumped when it closed so sudden on her and headed down the path towards Hogsmeade. When she opened the floor door she found herself in a candy shop. She quickly got out and went up stairs. She checked out the different things in the shop before she left and ran down the street to the Three Broomsticks, she hoped she wasn't late. She walked in and looked around for a woman sitting by herself and there she found her. The woman looked over at her and smiled. Ginny sighed in relief that she hadn't missed her. She walked up to the table and sat down.

"Hi, My names Ginny Weasley, " Ginny said offering her hand.

"Gabriel Hanson," the woman replied taking her hand. " It's nice to meet you. You had some questions for me, about the stone?"

"Yes," Ginny said. " You see I know someone who has the stone," Ginny began. " But for some reason its bringing him into a coma of some sort, and we don't know what to do. I can't bare to lose him, I just I didn't know what else to do. I've looked everywhere."

"Everywhere," Gabriel said. "This stone is it black?"

"Yes, very black," Ginny said.

"Like the stone around your neck?" Gabriel asked." Yours green, but his black?"

"Yes," Ginny replied.

"May I ask a personal question?" Gabriel asked. " Are you the eighth born in your family?"

"I don't exactly know," Ginny said. " I've always had a feeling that there was a brother or sister before me. I think that they were still born. Why are you asking me this?"

"Φιλανθρωπία," Gabriel said. " You figure that out, you'll figure everything out. The true Seer in you will come when the time is right. When you need it the most it will come."

"But I need help," Ginny said. " I need to know a spell or anything I can use to help him, to save him."

"You figure out that," Gabriel said. " You know what to do."

Ginny jumped up to stop the woman from leaving, but she left. She ran out of the pub and off down the street leaving Ginny sitting there. Ginny grabbed her cloak and left the pub and walked slowly back up to the school. Once she stepped out from behind the gargoyle she found Hermione standing there staring at her. Ginny took the cloak off and smirked at Hermione before walking off down the hall. she didn't expect Hermione to come running after her.

"Ginny, wait," Hermione said.

"Why?" Ginny stated.

"I just, I won't to help," Hermione said. " I wont to help with Harry."

"Yeah, right," Ginny laughed at her and kept on walking.

"Please, believe me," Hermione said. " I won't him back. I may not be able to truly trust him,but I do care for him. I do wont to see him alive."

"You wont to help," Ginny said looking at her. " Then leave him and me alone."

"Ginny," Hermione said. " Please, anything. I've been looking for things to help."

"What have you found?" Ginny asked.

"A lot," Hermione said. " But nothing that can tell me about that stone around his neck, nothing that tells me what that stone is."

"I know what that stone is," Ginny said. " I have it memorized in my head...

The stone of Lightened Dark. Known for varies unknowable and unforgettable power. It was first found by a man named Harold Fiddler, who said the stone was as black as the night and gave of this unbearable pleasure and joy. He said that he couldn't pick it up, for when he tried his hands seemed to start burning. Not on the outside but in the inside. Yet, even though he said the stone brought out joy and pleasure, he died when he picked it up. How, still to this day we still do not know. We figure from what he had told people that maybe the stone and burned him inside out, fried everything inside him, killing him within five minutes. Years later another person came across this very some stone. Her name was Gabriel Hanson. Below is an article of how she saw and her thoughts on the stone.

I don't remember when I came across it, nor do I not remember when I came across it. I was walking through a cave and I tripped over it. When I looked back I found a pure black stone. I just stared at it for sometime. I felt happy, why I don't know. I certainly wasn't happy. The stone wasn't very big, small enough to fit in your hand. as I reached to touch it I felt my hand burning. I pulled away in fear. My hand wasn't harmed though, so I assumed I was just imagining things. But then when I picked it up. I couldn't let it go, it felt as though I was dying. I was burning everywhere, but I still couldn't see anything burning. So I never put the stone down. I just held it unable to let go, till I tripped and it fell out of my hand. It all happened so fast, I don't think I was holding it very long. Panicked I ran from the cave and went home. For days my hands hurt, and finally I went to the healers. I found out that I was in fact burning, that the stone had been burning me from the inside. It had burned the inside of my hands, and my whole body. The Healers said that I was lucky to be alive, that if I hadn't tripped I would have died. A coupler of days later I went out with a friend of mine. We couldn't find the stone anywhere in the cave I had come from. I figured it probably just disappeared, but then I started hearing rumors about another man who had found a stone like mine. It turns out he had pictures of it. When I saw them I was surprised that it looked like the stone I found. The stone was so dark, how anyone could pick it up I don't know. I started searching for it and I never found it again.

The stone was named Lightened dark because it brought out so much joy and happiness. So much light, and yet it was so dark. For years no one has ever seen that stone. Till this day no one believes in these stories. The stone has never been found since. It now only what we believe it is. A myth, legend, or is it really true. Can there really be a stone out there or where these two people just looking for fame and glory. Did one man just paint the rock black, did the other woman just go on with his story to try and be famous. How can anyone be sure. How can anyone know that it is or its not out there. How can we base something upon a stone that has no history records or any evidence that it actually it real.

What we do know and believe is that that stone is out there. That, that stone can bring so much damage or maybe it can't. We know that it is as dark as night, and makes you happy. But if it burns you from the inside then it must be something dark. Something so dark that maybe a man made the stone, a man like Tom Riddle. Who created so much destruction in our world. What if he made it to kill everyone, to kill muggle-borns. Or maybe we're just assuming it was him. Maybe the stone came from far back into the past, like Salazar Slytherin or Godric Gryffindor. Can we really be sure though. No, maybe the stone was just created that day and then it was gone. All we know is what we really know. two people ever saw it, one died. It burns you from the inside, yet it makes you feel so much joy. The stone of Lightened Dark. A myth, legend, only one day will tell.

"I never found that," Hermione said.

"You wouldn't," Ginny said. " I found it elsewhere."

"Is that what's around his neck?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Ginny said. " I know it is. I met with a woman today, the woman who was in the article I found. She told me that if I found out what Φιλανθρωπία means I'd know everything."

"Well its a language?" Hermione said. " So it won't be that hard to find. Leave it to me."

"Hermione I can't ask you to do anything," Ginny said. " I can forgive you."

"Well, I'll work up for your forgiveness," Hermione said. " I really won't to help."

"I know," Ginny said.

"I'll come by later and tell you what I've found," Hermione said. " Meanwhile I think you should go see Harry. I've heard he's worse."

Ginny watched her walk off down the hall before she made hr way up to Harry's bed. She found him laying like she had left him so many times, but this time he was paler than before. She looked around the room when she felt something brush by her, but she found nothing. Shaking it off she turned her attention back to Harry.

"You'll never believe it," Ginny said. " I'm so close to saving you Harry. I even have Hermione helping, can you believe it. I was just as shocked as I'm sure you were. I am glad though, I really need the help, and I really won't you back Harry. I miss you so much, please don't leave me."

With that Ginny laid her head down on his bed watching his chest rise up and down like she had for so many other days. She wondered how she could sit here and just watch him sleep. If it were someone else they would have gave up by now. She smiled at herself for a moment before she closed her eyes. She'd nap for a bit and talk to Hermione later, that's what she would do. Maybe, just maybe she'd be able to figure something out in her dreams. All she could do is hope though as she watched and dreamed of the man she loved dying and leaving her when he had so much to prove and do in this life. She wanted so badly for them to get married, and for the ring on her finger to really truly become her engagement ring. She couldn't believe Harry gave her a promise ring. To her it has sealed her heart, and her love for him, as well as his love and heart for her.