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AN: Sorry it took me so lng to get this out, I was caught up in the Election (Sorry, guys, but thanks for being so gracious this time around.). And I was building another plane, and I am now working on my Confirmation into the Catholic church. Good news is that I am feeling so good about Bush being reelected that I decided to give you all a new chapter.
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"Why exactly do we have always have History of magic first thing in the morning?" asked Colin Creevy, one of their year mates from Ravenclaw. The eight AM History of Magic, second year Slytherin and Ravenclaw class was waiting for Professor Binns.
"Very simple Colin, Dumbledore hates Slytherin because he has bought into all of the Slytherins are all evil thing since Tom Marvolo Riddle became Lord Voldemort, and he hates Ravenclaw because they have always bested Gryffindor in the House Cup. Is there anything else anyone would like to add?"Harry asked, finishing just as Binns floated through the wall and strait to his desk.
"The Ministry has decided to Make this year a Mandatory study on Dark lords of the past seeing as it is the tenth anniversary of the Dark Lord Voldemort's defeat at the hands of Sarah Potter. Any questions before we get started?" to say that the class was surprised was less than honest, but none the less no one raised their hands and the lesson went on. Amazingly it seemed, as long as the subject wasn't goblin revolutions Binns could keep a classes attention...
"Wow, I had no idea Binns could keep a classes attention like that." Ginny remarked as the left the History of magic Class room.
"Well, I once heard that he started teaching about goblins right when tension between us and them were very high. Several of those students went on to become heroes in the next revolution." Luna Lovegood, A ravenclaw who seemed a bit odd. "According to school record he tries to teach what's exciting at the time, but doesn't notice when it becomes boring." most of the class nodded their heads in agreement...
"That one looks like... A Cloud." Ginny said.
"Come on Gin, you aren't even trying!" Harry said in reply, it was one of the last warm days of the year and it just so happened to fall on a weekend. Most of the students were either at Hogsmead for shopping, or just lazing around the grounds, Harry and Ginny being two of the later. Specifically they were laying on one of the many small hills around the grounds, on the north west side of the castle, in it's shadow and away from the traffic of students coming and going. As any Muggle born student would guess, they were looking a clouds, that is of course until they heard the twins walking up on them. They cast notice me Not charms on themselves just before Sarah's head peaked over the top of the next hill.
"I still can't believe Dumbledore fell for that." she said to Annabelle.
"Yeah, I know, didn't he suspect anything, considering he had just sent them a letter saying they had to discipline us better. Oh well, guess he's not as smart as he looks." replied Annabelle. "But are you sure that choosing such a high profile patsy was such a good Idea, if Fudge catches wind of this from, oh say Harry, he'll ask Dumbledore what all the talk is about?"
"Neither Fudge, Dumbledore or Harry are smart enough together to figure it out. Plus, it hasn't reached the press yet, so if Fudge want's to rebuke the statement he'll have to inform the press. In any case even if it were real a minister would deny having been blackmailed by twelve year olds and the papers know that." Sarah shot back just before they went down the next hill and out of hearing range. That was all Harry and Ginny could hear of course, because moving would disrupt the charm.
"I knew something was off with that whole blackmail thing. Come on Gin, we've got ourselves a letter to write." Harry said and grabbed the remnants of thier lunch.
"Are you sure that's such a good idea Harry? The Twins may be dumb as bricks, but they know how to keep the press under their control." Ginny said.
"Your right, we should just keep this to ourselves for know, at least until it will benefit us." Harry relented, and with that they went back to their cloud watching completely unaware that three pairs of eye's were watching them...
Harry was reading a book on Japanese Shinto Demons in the Slytherin common room when Ron walked up to him and asked. "Harry, could I talk to you?"
"I'm going to guess you mean in private, right?" After recieving an affirmative nod Harry closed his book and got out of his chair. "Where too?" He asked.
"My dorm should do." Ron said and then led the way.
"So what's with the cloak and Dagger routine?" Harry asked once Ron had closed the door.
"First off, I'd like to thank You again for saving me in the Chamber of Secrets, and personally I would rather not be asking this of a friend who saved my life, but it is my duty as Ginny's brother. I would like to know the exact nature of your relationship with my sister, and whatever you say I will believe." Ron said, his face stern and serious.
"Well, I have an admission to make. Both me Ginny are madly in love with each other and have been going out behind your back for a year, we were planning on running off and getting married at the ministry next year." Harry said with a smile that could match Peeves or the Weasley twins. For a second Ron just stood there, but then he went red and looked as if he were about to attack Harry. "Oh yes, and she's also pregnant." and with that Ron leapt at Harry, who just dodged, all the while laughing. As he stood up Ron finally noticed Harry laughing so hard he had tears in his eye's.
"You Bloody bastard! Do you have any idea how angry you just made me?" Ron yelled.
"I would wager that you were just short of killing me. If you want to know the truth, it's that we're just friends and nothing more." Harry answered, but even Ron could notice the hint of sadness in Harry's voice as he said so...
"Hey Ginny,can we talk for a minute?" somebody asked as Ginny sat in her favorite Armchair. Looking up she realized that it was Hermione.
"Sure, about what?" she asked in reply.
"Well, this sword thing. I was wondering when it started?" Hermione asked, she seemed rather nervous and the edge of her eyelid was twitching slightly. Ginny had a sneaking suspicion that swords wasn't what she really wanted to talk about, but rather was a gateway subject to what she really wanted.
"Do you mean when I first picked up a sword or when I stated practicing with Harry?" she prompted.
"Both." Hermione replied, the twitch all but gone and any hint of nervousness was gone from her voice.
"Well, I got my sword from Bill when I was nine, he had sent the whole family relics from this one tomb in Northern Ireland. I was the only one who ever used them. It was definitely a magical sword, because it kept growing with my size and skill. When I got to Hogwarts I met Harry on the train. The next morning I went down to the Quidditch pitch after having met Harry on the way down, once there it just occurred to us that practicing with someone else there might help. At first Harry was a little ahead of me because he a year of instructed trainer versus my two of just practicing myself. But after I caught up it became really competitive, so much so we had keep several verities of potent healing potions on hand, curtsey of both my and Harry's talents in Potions." Ginny explained.
"So, sounds like you and Harry spend a lot of time together?" Hermione said somewhat suggestively, now she new what this was al about.
"It's not like that Hermione, he's only thirteen and me Twelve! I will admit I might have a little bit of a crush on him. And sure, when his eye isn't everywhere at once one could call him handsome. Sure, I would like to be with him someday, but I'm not one to rely on what I expect the future to bring, so I am not going to be sure about anything." Ginny said, by now even she was blushing, and Hermione looked quite shocked at how candid Ginny had been. "Well, I spilled my guts, so it's your turn." she said, a vicious smile on her lips.
"Huh, what do you mean?" Hermione asked, the twitch was once again present an if possible, even worse.
"You know full well what I mean, everybody see's how you and Ron act around each other." Ginny said, now it was Hermione's turn to turn a shade of crimson Ginny didn't even know existed.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, I have to go now, Bye." Hermione said and just about ran away from Ginny...
"There's definitely something there. When I asked Harry he just said there was nothing between them, but, the way he said it. I don't think he was quite telling the truth." Ron said to Hermione, they had met up in the Room of Requirement, which Fred and George had shown them last year.
"Well, Ginny definitely has feelings for him, but definitely thinks both of them are too young." she responded, Ron looked to be in rather deep thought for a minute before before he said.
"That's good, if I know Harry at all I know that he's shy, he will not make the first move. Thanks Herm, I don't think I could have asked Ginny."
"No problem Ron, glad to help." she said. "Now, I have got to get back to Ravenclaw, it's almost curfew, and I don't want to be caught by Filch." and with that both of the Departed the room and made their way to their respective dormitories...
"Okay Ladies, and Gentlemen, and yes I do mean those in reverse of your genders!" Mr. Swartsvald yelled in his, oh look at me, I'm a big guy and I'm in charge of twelve year olds, voice. "Today we will work individually on your weaknesses. Potter, Weasley, since both of you are horrible at teamwork, you'll be working together against some conjured Shadow opponents." He barked out again, and after conjuring fifteen shadows only slightly under Harry and Ginny's skill level, he turned to give the rest of the team instructions. Both Harry and Ginny picked up their newest sword, both a gift from Fudge, Harry's being a four foot tapered tip Scottish style Clay more. And Ginny's a three foot version of Harry's, both charmed to make them light as a feather, but still keep their momentum (I know, scientific law states that a light object won't carry as power behind it, but will go faster and further, like a 357 Magnum compared to a .225 Remington.). As they both prepared themselves they looked at each other, and after nodding, they moved so they were back to back with the Shadows surrounding them. It seemed the Shadows all had long, thing Cavalry Foils. Suddenly one of the shadows attacked, unable to wait any longer. Harry and Ginny both moved awkwardly as one, using both of their swords in a scissors movement, which sent the shadows flying to the other side of the room right in front of one of the Ministry Medics on Stand by, digging itself six or seven Centimeters into the wooden floor. Having disarmed the Shadow they both jabbed their swords through it. It disappeared with a shower of Dark Sparks, leaving nothing but a black goo on the two's sword's. This all happened in a matter of seconds mind you. Soon they were both being bogged down by the numbers. They were getting tired already and there were still seven of the shadows left. HArry pulled out two potions from his pocket, but a shattering curse from Swartsvald prevented him from taking one.
"Only little Girlie men need a Stamina Potion, if you can't finish with out Magic then you don't belong on this team!" He yelled at them, the Short laps in Harry's concentration let a Shadow through his defenses, and just before Harry shoved his sword through the Shadow face it got ran him through with it's foil, the sword stuck out his back right through his left lung, slightly in shock Harry just pulled out with a pained grunt, and with a final burst of energy he swung six time for six heads. The scene could only be described as gruesome, a twelve year hold hacking of the heads of six fully grown men, in one case, he swung a little low and cut he shadow in half right below the armpits, and on another blow, he swung high, slicing straight through the Shadows forehead, sending the top of its skull, brain still inside it flying towards Swartsvald, who blasted it away with his back turned. As soon as the bodies had disappeared Ginny walked the few Step to him.
"Wow Harry, I've never seen you that deadly before, where did you get the energy?" she said, a joyvilant smile upon her her lips.
"Don't know, one of them knicked me a little bit, but nothing serious, and I just got really angry, and well you know the rest." he said somewhat sheepishly.
"Oh, are you okay, your not bleeding that badly?" she asked, concern entering her voice.
"Yeah, just a little winded." he said.
"Potter, Weasley. Good work, that will be all for today, go take some showers. But remember, we have another practice on Friday. Do not be late." Swartsvald yelled, he was over seeing Will as he worked on his precision movements.
"See you in fifteen minutes." Harry said to Ginny as they both grabbed a towel from the little closet in-between the two Showers, all three just down the hall from the training room. After she was done with her shower Ginny still had about five minutes to wait, she sat down with her back to the training room wall. Twenty minutes later she she was still sitting there, and beginning to get rather angry. But still she sat. after another four or five minutes she notice some water flowing out from under the door. This wasn't that uncommon in and of itself, seeing as there was only one small drain for each room, and there wasn't much incline towards it. But what worried Ginny was the unusual amounts of blood in the water. She rushed in not even thinking of the naked boy in the room. Harry was laying there, the steaming hot, if not burning hot water from the shower head spraying down on him. Harry had chosen the middle stall where the drain was, so his unconscious form was blocking the water from draining. Harry was still breathing, but in short ragged gasp's which sounded painful. Blood was pouring out from two wounds, one on his front and one on his back. Ginny quickly turned off the water and ran to get the medic back in the training room.
Once she was there she ran up to him. "Quick, Harry's hurt, he's passed out in the showers and bleeding badly." she gasped out, the medic sat up and grabbed his bag, and started running as fast as he could to the shower, with Ginny and the rest of the team following right behind. They all rushed into the shower, hot water soaking into their shoes. After about five or so minutes of casting he rolled Harry onto a stretcher, causing all the girls to blush and look away while the boys kept their eye on his face. He levitated Harry, and after casting a quick crude garment spell Harry was dressed in a hospital gown.
"His condition is unstable but as of now pretty good. He was stabbed all the through the left lung by one of those shadows, it just missed the heart by about four centimeters. He lost a lot of blood, but he has previously used a, quite Illegal might I add, Blood regulation potion, which creates new blood as fast as you loose it. The left lung is collapsed and the sudden drop in blood oxygen sent him into a deep shock. He has second degree burns over on third of his bobby from the water, I assume he passed out before he could turn on the cold water. He'll need to stay at Saint Mungo's for at least a week and no practice for at least two weeks after that." he said and started pushing the stretcher towards the mass use fireplace. but was stopped by Swartsvald's hand on his shoulder.
"What do you mean no practice for three weeks, he's our best dualist. Without him the team has practically no chance of winning." he said in a disbelieving tone.
"Would you rather have him dead? There is no magical way of healing a collapsed lung, so we will have to do it the Muggle way. If you have him do anything strenuous he will tear all the stitches and possibly collapse his lung a second time, in which case it would only be harder to fix. If he were a Muggle he wouldn't be able to do anything for months. Consider yourself lucky he's alive. Plus, the tournament i still five and a half months away. He'll be back to his normal self in two." the medic said with a tone of finality, and tossed some Floo Powder into the fireplace, yelling out. "Saint Mungos Emergency Ward."
"Practice is canceled for the rest of the night. Go home to take your showers, Maintenance needs to clean up the showers. GO!" he yelled after they stood therefor a few seconds looking at him. They all scrambled back to the training room, grabbed their stuff and one by one flooed out, only Ginny being the last saw the look of worry on Swartsvald's face as the fire pulled her towards Hogwarts...
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