Disclaimer- I, Aly, do NOT own Harry Potter.
Well.... I just, just, just posted chapter nine and I shouldn't be posting this because the chapters that are already written are catching up with me as I try to write more. Seriously, ten chapters in three days? Ohhh boy. But I just can't wait.
Anyways, Review, review, review. Even if you did for chapter nine because this is a different chapter and I want opinions. And also what do you think should happen?
Enjooooy!
Chapter 10 False Alarm
She made it all the way to her dorm without being caught. And she had just changed her clothes when Finley walked in, dirty and grinning. Ginny patted down her thick black sweater, and managed to resist a wince. She wasn't ready for Finley to talk to her. She wanted to be alone, she wanted to scream. Ginny smiled unsteadily at Finley anyways, and then she fell back onto her bed.
Her head was spinning. Her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Her hands balled into fists as she tried to hold the contents of her stomach where they belonged.
"Tired?" Finley asked nonchalantly as she pawed through her suitcase.
"mmm" Ginny moaned, unable to speak.
Finley laughed, it tinkled its happy way to Ginny where it proceeded to tear at her.
"Maybe if you didn't sneak out all the time you wouldn't be so exhausted." Said the snobby voice of Bethany Mayes.
Finley gasped, apparently shocked to hear that Ginny would sneak out, she continued looking for something but in her typical animated way asked, "where do you go?"
Ginny shook her head, "walks." she mumbled feebly before rolling onto her stomach.
She felt the floor shake as Sabrina, Bethany's best friend, walked into the room. She felt like everything was rolling. She tried to close her eyes tighter.
"Yea right." Sabrina scolded, "don't lie to us.. we're your friends."
Friends, friends, friends, friends, the word echoed throughout Ginny, making her shake.
She felt somebody standing over her and her body tensed, but it was just Finley.
"Hey, Ginny are you okay?" she asked worriedly, but Ginny had fallen into a deep slumber and would not be woken.
"Faker!" Sabrina coughed, before stomping to Ginny and shaking her violently. Ginny didn't react, she was off in a world of silent blackness, busy wondering if this is what death felt like.
Now the three girls were surrounding Ginny's bed, and they were beginning to worry terribly. Finley took charge.
"Bethany go find professor McGonagall - now! Sabrina get a cool damp cloth and something smelly. Ill stay with her."
The other two girls looked at her petulantly.
"Why do we have to do the scurrying around?" Bethany asked rudely, placing a hand on her hip.
"Because my mum is a nurse so I know what to do better than either of you, now go!"
Sabrina pursed her lips, "hey, wait, what's a nurse?" she asked quizzically.
"A HEALER! GO!" Finley shouted and the two Gryffindor girls made a hasty exit.
Finley tried talking, tried making Ginny sit up, tried shaking her, pinching her and even considered taking out her wand, but thought better of that one first. Nothing would wake Ginny up.
Sabrina got back first, she had a damp shirt rather than a cloth and Finley, with her short temper had to take a few deep breaths before taking it.
"You are a witch you know? Could have conjured up a bloody cloth!" Sabrina glared at her, "well, sorry if I don't think well under pressure." she responded angrily before heading to her bag.
"Something smelly?" Finley reminded her.
"Well what do you think I was getting? Lip gloss?" Sabrina asked as she pulled out a bottle of love potion.
Finley looked at her, shocked and annoyed.
"You want her to smell you're love potion?" she exclaimed in exasperation. Ginny had stirred slightly and Finley quickly placed her attention back on her. The cloth was resting on her forehead and over her eyes.
Sabrina handed her the potion bottle, "I haven't made it for anybody yet all she will smell is the potion. No side effects."
Finley rolled her eyes and didn't wait to read the side of the bottle before placing it under Ginny's nose.
Ginny smelt two things. There was the deep, dark and familiar scent of Tom but battling that was something cool and fresh, something that reminded her of what ice would smell like and of being pelted by winter air as she flew. She wished the overpowering Tom smell would leave so she could be surrounded by the familiar, yet mysterious new smell. She wondered where the two were coming from.
"I think she's waking up!" She heard somebody exclaim and she tried to look in the direction of the voice, who's waking up? She wanted to ask but her mouth wasn't cooperating.
"I still think she was faking. Oh, and I couldn't find McGonagall."
"Obviously she isn't faking. Since when does Ginny 'fake' anything?"
"Well I don't go near her so I wouldn't know."
"Yea, Finley don't forget about first year. She totally could have killed you!"
Ginny sighed inwardly, well it was nice to know that she wasn't just paranoid. People really did think that way.
"Well she didn't."
"That is so not the point. What about all of those other people?"
"Yea they missed so much, and she even got her brothers girlfriend, what's-her-name, that girl who is always with Ron and their tag along?"
Ginny could only imagine the bewildered look that had to have gone with Finley's words,
"You have a seriously skewered version of reality."
"She even pretended to kill herself, what an attention whore!"
She heard a deep sigh, probably from Finley who was surprisingly protective of her considering they were hardly friends.
"Can we please stop talking about this, she needs the hospital wing." She felt two pairs of arms lifting her up and she tried to struggle against them but again was incapable. She felt the ground hit her when they accidentally let her fall. But she remained crumpled on the ground in pain. Her eyes had shot open during the fall and she had not made a single move to lessen the impact.
"Ow." She groaned.
"She's up." she heard Sabrina announce.
"brilliant, she can carry her own heavy ass to the hospital wing." Bethany grumbled. Finley ignored the comment and squatted beside Ginny.
"You okay hun?"
"Yea, just fine. I was, I am tired."
"You really freaked us out."
"I'm fine. Promise" Ginny lied, trying to steady her swirling head.
"Wanna go to the hospital wing anyways?"
"No." She exclaimed emphatically, and then, trying to cover it up she shook her head. "I can never get sleep in there, its creepy"
Finley laughed lightly, "I totally get it. At least let me help you back to bed?"
Ginny let Finley grab her hands and pull her up. And she leaned on the girl heavily when she realised just how weak she was.
Once Ginny was comfortably laying on the bed Finley sat on the edge of it.
"Are you sure you're alright?" She asked, looking in Ginny's eyes for any trace of a lie.
Ginny nodded, "I had a pretty stressful summer, and I am really tired. But thanks for caring."
"I'm telling all our teachers for today and tomorrow morning that you're in bed, ill bring you you're homework."
Ginny gave her a small and shaking smile.
"And once you're feeling better I had earthshaking news. Ill give you a teaser now - Lukas and I are back together!" She leaned down and hugged Ginny excitedly, "your advice worked!"
"I'm glad. You two are great together. But, Finley, I am gonna go sleep now." She said apologetically and Finely nodded and stood, "Just call if you need anything." she said before walking from the room.
Ginny didn't go to sleep just yet. Instead she sat up slowly and made sure she was alone. She drew the curtains around her bed and peeled off her clothes.
Sure enough they were bloody and the wounds she hadn't cleaned or covered were still bleeding. She put the blood stained clothes in the bottom of her bag and dug out pyjamas. Before putting them on she used a fresh white cloth to wipe away blood, and to put some pressure on the more heavily bleeding wounds. She knew now why she had fainted. She had lost too much blood, she was loosing too much blood. She knew she should ring for Finley and go to see Mme Pomfrey, but instead she slipped into her pyjamas and fell asleep instantly too weak to see any consequences that could come into play.
Preview:
"He didn't want to appear weak, to appear desperate. But he was desperate""Within its depths he knew there were numerous beasts, harmful beasts, beasts that could kill an innocent fifteen year old girl."
"She reached forward slowly with her right arm, resisting the undeniable urge to scream and biting her cheek until it bled."
"She had expended most of her energy getting here and she doubted she would be able to make it back to bed if she turned around now,"
I stole the preview idea from a story I read a while back, I forget whose it was but I will try to remember. That is just random excerpts from the next chapters, what do you think? Should I always do it, should I not do it at all? Random fact: I stink at decisions. So haaaalp! =D"Had he really just thought the word 'passionate'?"