Chapter 9: Hold Me Again, Welcome To America
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be on fanfiction.net. That just wouldn't make sense...
A/n: thanks for the reviews, sry about the grammer/ sp. errors! I'm so glad that yall like my story! So i'll update 2 chapters. he! he! he!
All I remember out of that is a pair of warm arms encircling me. It felt so right to have his arms wrapped around me again. Eventually I stopped crying.
I looked up into those emerald green eyes that looked so worn and unhappy. He kissed my forehead.
"Ginny, I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you, I couldn't tell anyone," he said to me.
"That's no excuse," I said sarcastically, wiping away tears from my eyes. "Do we get to talk about this or are you running again?"
He stared up into the sky and let out a small sigh. "I suppose since you already know... I don't want to put you in more danger."
"Judging by tonight, I'm already in danger. Malfoy mentioned something about taking me in to see You Know Who." I put a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, if we're going to survive this, I need to know. I'm already involved.
He groaned inwardly and rubbed his temple with his hand. "Alright, I guess. Come with me. And put on the cloak," he added.
If it hadn't been so horrible of a scene, I might have jumped for joy. Instead I put on the cloak. Surprisingly, Harry didn't seem to notice that I wasn't visible. I began to wonder if he could see through invisibility cloaks like Dumbledore could when he grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
We walked past the Three Broomsticks, Flourish and Blotts, all sorts of various stores. Then we came to a clearing of woods. He took a series of turns that made me dizzy. At a particularly large tree he used his wand and tapped three times on it. A bright white light opened up into a doorway, of which he walked through. It closed behind us. We were in another alley.
As we exited I saw a large town filled with houses. We continued until he came upon the third from the left. Out from his pockets came a muggle set of keys that he used to open the door. I stepped inside, he locked the door behind us.
I could barely see anything as I slid off the cloak. All of the windows had their shades drawn, and the room was too small to have anything but a small light on the ceiling. There was a round table in the center of the room with an oil lamp. To the far white wall stood a small cubboard that only went up to my hips. Scattered around the room was newspaper clipping and tons of books piled on the floor.
"Where's Hedwig?" I immediately asked, noticing an empty cage.
"With Sirius," he answered simply. He drew up a chair, sat down and lit the oil lamp using a box of matches. He gestured me to the table.
"So," I said, clearing my throat. He pulled a flask from his side and took a sip of its contents. He finally took off the cloak, revealing him in a shirt that was five sizes too big. His once muscular form now looked unhealthily thinner. His eyes had lost their sparkle, and his hair was in larger disarray than ever.
"Where are we?"
"America."
A/n: Really short I know, but I've got another chapter coming. Bleh, I wrote all of this a little while ago, I didn't realize how short it was! Plz don't hold it against me! :p
