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CHAPTER TEN: FALLING OUT
"Harry?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She was tired and in pain, but she had to see if he was actually awake. She needed to know what he remembered, if he remembered.
"Ginny!" Harry said, jumping out of bed and running to her side. No one could stop him, and he wasn't the only one that heard him. All of the Weasley children that were trying to poke their heads in the door heard her as well. Dumbledor wasn't even a match for the six Weasley boys. When the reached there, the found a shocking sight.
Ginny was sitting up in her bed, but she was attached to Harry. It was hard to see who was hugging who. It was certain, though, that Ginny had no intentions of letting go of the poor boy, whos arms were now motioning for someone to pull her off of him. "Ginny...I can't breathe!"
"Oh!" was all she said as she felt two of her brothers unwrapping her arms from his neck. "I'm sorry."
"No," Harry said immediately, "I should be the apologizing to you! I never should have said any of those things. You know I didn't really mean them, right?"
"Of course I know that!" Ginny said, lowing her head in shame, "But it's still all my fault. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions about what you were talking about, and I shouldn't have run off. Especially into the woods. I still don't know why I did it," she said, pleading with him, "I guess Hermione was right, I 'was' trying to hurt all of you."
Hermione stepped out from behind Harry, "I didn't mean it like that, Ginny."
But she didn't even get to finish her sentance before Ron cut her off, "Wait!" he started, "You remember?"
"Yeah," she said looking round at all of the concerned faces, "I remember everything now."
"Everything?" Harry asked, "But what did you forget?"
"She had amnesia, Harry,"Fred said.
George picked up on his meaning and finished it off, "Where have you been?"
Everyone laughted, including Ginny. But she stopped suddenly and retook the confused look she had the first time she woke up the week before. "Why am I in the Hospital Wing?"
"Oh, well," Hermione started, but had to stop herself. She couldn't bear to relive what happened in the common room.
"The last thing I remember was everyone rushing towards me, and thinking, 'Too much red!'" She giggled to herself, remembering all the times that she had had that thought.
"Well, you were standing on the stairs when you starting making weird faces." Bill said.
"And then you started screaming. We didn't know what to do. You were clinging to the banister for life and we were all too afriad to use any magic on you." Percy continued, leaving the rest to someone else.
Ron spoke up to story, "Then you curled up and started crying. Before any of us knew, you were rolling down the stairs," he paused, holding back a tear. "It was the scarriest thing, Gin."
"What I would like to know, is what happened to make Ginny regain her memory?" There was a break in the wall of red-heads, as Dumbledor made his was through to Ginny's bed. "Tell me Ms. Weasley, what was the last thing that happened, before you had all these 'flashes.'"
"Well, I heard Ron and Hermione getting themselves into another row in the common room," Ginny said. Ron and Hermione just turned red, knowing where the story was going. Their embarassed faces almost blended in with all of the Weasley standing around them. "So I decided to come down and see what they were fighting about. When I got to the landing, I..." Ginny didn't know what to say. She wasn't exactly sure what she had seen. "Well, I'm not exactly sure what I saw, but I guess," thinking carefully about what words to choose to describe the scene that she saw, she said, "I saw Ron 'on top' of Hermione..."
She didn't choose her words well enough. Before she could continue describing what she had scene, her mother butted in. "Ronald Weasley, what in the name of Merlin were you doing on top of Hermione?" She was serious, and giving Ron one of her 'You better have a good explaination for this one' looks. But Ron didn't have to be the one to defuse his mother. The entire room of Weasley Brothers (excluding Ron) started laughing when their mother began to grill their brother for what he was 'doing' with Hermione earlier.
"Mum you should have seen it," George started, not noticing the look on his mum's, "it was amazing."
"Better than anything we've ever done!" Fred said, attracting an even more evil look to his mother's face. "He started in real slow-like, acting like he was gonna kiss 'er, but then, before ya know it, he's go 'er on the floor!"
Bill, being directly across from Molly, noticed the looks that she was sending Ron. "Mum, don't worry. Ronnie was a perfect gentleman." She sent him a glare that he red like a book, 'Where does Ron become a gentleman in this story?' Everyone could read that off her face. "Mum, mum, nothing happened. It was Ron's version of revenge. He just was sitting on Hermione, tickling her. It was nothing."
The comforting look that waved over Mrs. Weasley's face brought laughter to everyone's face. Except Ron, who voiced his opinions to his mother, "Honestly, Mum." He was glad that he wasn't in trouble, but to think that she immediately thought the worst of him was something that...well, it was well justified after everything that he had done at Hogwarts.
But Madame Pomfrey, who was finding the situtation amusing, wasn't completely clear on something. "Ginny?" she asked, quieting the laughter, "What about that whole experience made you re-experience your memories from in the woods?"
"Well, I started remembering things after I looked up, and saw everyone pointing and laughing the two of them on the floor," she said, re-living her trip down the stairs, trying to figure out the exact moment that she started having memory flashes. "Yeah, it was when I saw everyone else."
"But what does all of us 'laughing and pointing' have to do with what you remember?" Charlie asked, growing more and more confused with the whole idea of losing and regaining memories.
Ginny tried to think, but she had no clue. "I don't know," was all she could honestly say.
"Maybe I can answer that," it was the first thing that Harry had said since he first learned that Ginny had amnesia. When he started hearing how she recovered her memory he thought about what he remembered from the Forbidden Forest. "Ginny what do you remember about the room we were in?"
"Nothing really," she thought about it for a moment, "it wasn't the brightest place. Actually it was very dim. All I could see was you on the table next to me."
Harry wanted to be sure of what she remembered before he came to a conclusion about her memory. "And that's it?"
"Yeah," she said, "Oh! Wait. We were tied up and there were other people in the room."
"Do you remember what they looked like?" he coaxed. He knew that he could make her figure this out on her own.
Ginny closed her eyes and thought. She knew the answers to the question, she just couldn't remember. But then it hit her, "They were tall and all of them were wearing robes." She kept her eyes closed, trying not to lose the memory. Harry just sat on her bed looking at her, nodding at what she was saying. "You couldn't see their faces at all, and..." she started to cry at the images that were flashing through her mind, "...and they just kept laughing and laughing. They wouldn't stop."
Harry placed a hand over one of hers, trying to comfort her. "Why were they laughing Ginny?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do. Just think. Why were they laughing at us?"
Ginny suddenly became furious at Harry. "I DON'T KNOW!" But she didn't expect what came with her rage. She started having flashes, again, of all the times recently when she became angry. Everytime it was after she had been hurt. She brought her knees to her head and wraped her arms around her legs, trying to stop all the memories from getting into her mind. When she started rocking back and forth in her bed, the connect finally hit her. "Pain."
It was like a bolt of lightening, it hit her. That one word opened the door to the memory that Harry was getting at. There stood ten cloaked figures, all with their wands out, laughing at her. There she was, tied to a table, with Harry laying a few feet away from her, cringing in pain. She could hear his screams, and it was all she could do but scream out for them to stop. "STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She was trying to plead with them. They stopped, but just as suddenly started laughing and pointed their wands at her. 'Crucio!'
"AAAAHHHHH!" Ginny sat up as quickly as she had hunched over. She looked at Harry, who knew exactly what she was thinking. Choking back her tears, she told him. "They were laughing at our pain. Bloody Hell, Harry, the had us both under an unforgiveable." The room echoed with gasps of shock from everyone but them. To Harry and Ginny, it was all still real. "Ten of them," she continued not being able to hold back her sobs any longer, "all of them with there wands pointed at us, yelling Crucio."
She couldn't even hold herself upright and Harry now was holding her, rocking her and whispering comforting words that only he could say. Everyone was frozen with rage as they looked on. They had been tortured by ten different adult wizards. 'How were they still alive?' was the question that anyone would ask in that situation. But no one dared to speak. Not a single eye in the place was dry, although a few tried to hide their tears. There was an immense amount of pain and suffering between the two, as they sat there, holding eachother.
They were still alive, and everyone had to be happy about that.
Ron was the first to break the silence. There was a question on his mind that was boring a hold through his mind, and after ten minutes of watching Harry and Ginny sit there he had to ask. "U-hmm," Ron cleared his throat so that he didn't just abruptly break the silence. "I think I'm asking the question that we all want the answers to." He looked around the room, trying to read some of the faces, and when he could finally look at both Harry and Ginny, he asked, "Who attacked you?"
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A/N: Don't forget to SNIZZLE! (It almost sounds dirty...)
CHAPTER TEN: FALLING OUT
"Harry?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She was tired and in pain, but she had to see if he was actually awake. She needed to know what he remembered, if he remembered.
"Ginny!" Harry said, jumping out of bed and running to her side. No one could stop him, and he wasn't the only one that heard him. All of the Weasley children that were trying to poke their heads in the door heard her as well. Dumbledor wasn't even a match for the six Weasley boys. When the reached there, the found a shocking sight.
Ginny was sitting up in her bed, but she was attached to Harry. It was hard to see who was hugging who. It was certain, though, that Ginny had no intentions of letting go of the poor boy, whos arms were now motioning for someone to pull her off of him. "Ginny...I can't breathe!"
"Oh!" was all she said as she felt two of her brothers unwrapping her arms from his neck. "I'm sorry."
"No," Harry said immediately, "I should be the apologizing to you! I never should have said any of those things. You know I didn't really mean them, right?"
"Of course I know that!" Ginny said, lowing her head in shame, "But it's still all my fault. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions about what you were talking about, and I shouldn't have run off. Especially into the woods. I still don't know why I did it," she said, pleading with him, "I guess Hermione was right, I 'was' trying to hurt all of you."
Hermione stepped out from behind Harry, "I didn't mean it like that, Ginny."
But she didn't even get to finish her sentance before Ron cut her off, "Wait!" he started, "You remember?"
"Yeah," she said looking round at all of the concerned faces, "I remember everything now."
"Everything?" Harry asked, "But what did you forget?"
"She had amnesia, Harry,"Fred said.
George picked up on his meaning and finished it off, "Where have you been?"
Everyone laughted, including Ginny. But she stopped suddenly and retook the confused look she had the first time she woke up the week before. "Why am I in the Hospital Wing?"
"Oh, well," Hermione started, but had to stop herself. She couldn't bear to relive what happened in the common room.
"The last thing I remember was everyone rushing towards me, and thinking, 'Too much red!'" She giggled to herself, remembering all the times that she had had that thought.
"Well, you were standing on the stairs when you starting making weird faces." Bill said.
"And then you started screaming. We didn't know what to do. You were clinging to the banister for life and we were all too afriad to use any magic on you." Percy continued, leaving the rest to someone else.
Ron spoke up to story, "Then you curled up and started crying. Before any of us knew, you were rolling down the stairs," he paused, holding back a tear. "It was the scarriest thing, Gin."
"What I would like to know, is what happened to make Ginny regain her memory?" There was a break in the wall of red-heads, as Dumbledor made his was through to Ginny's bed. "Tell me Ms. Weasley, what was the last thing that happened, before you had all these 'flashes.'"
"Well, I heard Ron and Hermione getting themselves into another row in the common room," Ginny said. Ron and Hermione just turned red, knowing where the story was going. Their embarassed faces almost blended in with all of the Weasley standing around them. "So I decided to come down and see what they were fighting about. When I got to the landing, I..." Ginny didn't know what to say. She wasn't exactly sure what she had seen. "Well, I'm not exactly sure what I saw, but I guess," thinking carefully about what words to choose to describe the scene that she saw, she said, "I saw Ron 'on top' of Hermione..."
She didn't choose her words well enough. Before she could continue describing what she had scene, her mother butted in. "Ronald Weasley, what in the name of Merlin were you doing on top of Hermione?" She was serious, and giving Ron one of her 'You better have a good explaination for this one' looks. But Ron didn't have to be the one to defuse his mother. The entire room of Weasley Brothers (excluding Ron) started laughing when their mother began to grill their brother for what he was 'doing' with Hermione earlier.
"Mum you should have seen it," George started, not noticing the look on his mum's, "it was amazing."
"Better than anything we've ever done!" Fred said, attracting an even more evil look to his mother's face. "He started in real slow-like, acting like he was gonna kiss 'er, but then, before ya know it, he's go 'er on the floor!"
Bill, being directly across from Molly, noticed the looks that she was sending Ron. "Mum, don't worry. Ronnie was a perfect gentleman." She sent him a glare that he red like a book, 'Where does Ron become a gentleman in this story?' Everyone could read that off her face. "Mum, mum, nothing happened. It was Ron's version of revenge. He just was sitting on Hermione, tickling her. It was nothing."
The comforting look that waved over Mrs. Weasley's face brought laughter to everyone's face. Except Ron, who voiced his opinions to his mother, "Honestly, Mum." He was glad that he wasn't in trouble, but to think that she immediately thought the worst of him was something that...well, it was well justified after everything that he had done at Hogwarts.
But Madame Pomfrey, who was finding the situtation amusing, wasn't completely clear on something. "Ginny?" she asked, quieting the laughter, "What about that whole experience made you re-experience your memories from in the woods?"
"Well, I started remembering things after I looked up, and saw everyone pointing and laughing the two of them on the floor," she said, re-living her trip down the stairs, trying to figure out the exact moment that she started having memory flashes. "Yeah, it was when I saw everyone else."
"But what does all of us 'laughing and pointing' have to do with what you remember?" Charlie asked, growing more and more confused with the whole idea of losing and regaining memories.
Ginny tried to think, but she had no clue. "I don't know," was all she could honestly say.
"Maybe I can answer that," it was the first thing that Harry had said since he first learned that Ginny had amnesia. When he started hearing how she recovered her memory he thought about what he remembered from the Forbidden Forest. "Ginny what do you remember about the room we were in?"
"Nothing really," she thought about it for a moment, "it wasn't the brightest place. Actually it was very dim. All I could see was you on the table next to me."
Harry wanted to be sure of what she remembered before he came to a conclusion about her memory. "And that's it?"
"Yeah," she said, "Oh! Wait. We were tied up and there were other people in the room."
"Do you remember what they looked like?" he coaxed. He knew that he could make her figure this out on her own.
Ginny closed her eyes and thought. She knew the answers to the question, she just couldn't remember. But then it hit her, "They were tall and all of them were wearing robes." She kept her eyes closed, trying not to lose the memory. Harry just sat on her bed looking at her, nodding at what she was saying. "You couldn't see their faces at all, and..." she started to cry at the images that were flashing through her mind, "...and they just kept laughing and laughing. They wouldn't stop."
Harry placed a hand over one of hers, trying to comfort her. "Why were they laughing Ginny?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do. Just think. Why were they laughing at us?"
Ginny suddenly became furious at Harry. "I DON'T KNOW!" But she didn't expect what came with her rage. She started having flashes, again, of all the times recently when she became angry. Everytime it was after she had been hurt. She brought her knees to her head and wraped her arms around her legs, trying to stop all the memories from getting into her mind. When she started rocking back and forth in her bed, the connect finally hit her. "Pain."
It was like a bolt of lightening, it hit her. That one word opened the door to the memory that Harry was getting at. There stood ten cloaked figures, all with their wands out, laughing at her. There she was, tied to a table, with Harry laying a few feet away from her, cringing in pain. She could hear his screams, and it was all she could do but scream out for them to stop. "STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She was trying to plead with them. They stopped, but just as suddenly started laughing and pointed their wands at her. 'Crucio!'
"AAAAHHHHH!" Ginny sat up as quickly as she had hunched over. She looked at Harry, who knew exactly what she was thinking. Choking back her tears, she told him. "They were laughing at our pain. Bloody Hell, Harry, the had us both under an unforgiveable." The room echoed with gasps of shock from everyone but them. To Harry and Ginny, it was all still real. "Ten of them," she continued not being able to hold back her sobs any longer, "all of them with there wands pointed at us, yelling Crucio."
She couldn't even hold herself upright and Harry now was holding her, rocking her and whispering comforting words that only he could say. Everyone was frozen with rage as they looked on. They had been tortured by ten different adult wizards. 'How were they still alive?' was the question that anyone would ask in that situation. But no one dared to speak. Not a single eye in the place was dry, although a few tried to hide their tears. There was an immense amount of pain and suffering between the two, as they sat there, holding eachother.
They were still alive, and everyone had to be happy about that.
Ron was the first to break the silence. There was a question on his mind that was boring a hold through his mind, and after ten minutes of watching Harry and Ginny sit there he had to ask. "U-hmm," Ron cleared his throat so that he didn't just abruptly break the silence. "I think I'm asking the question that we all want the answers to." He looked around the room, trying to read some of the faces, and when he could finally look at both Harry and Ginny, he asked, "Who attacked you?"
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A/N: Don't forget to SNIZZLE! (It almost sounds dirty...)