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I'M BACK! Did you all miss me? Okay, i'm here. I'm writing again and it's been so long that I'm sure all of you have either grown bored, old and left me thinking I had abandoned this fic. I'm so SORRY! I re-read this story and thought "wow I'm mean, just to leave it RIGHT THERE". Naughty. Anyways, I'm back my readers...if you are still out there....?? Thanks for your support and your reviews. I am touched. Anyways, here is chapter 12 of Harry Potter: The Return of Lord Voldemort! It's not long, but I'm out of practise. So REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW if you want me to keep going. :) Laters.
"Ginny-"
"Shh"
"Seriously, why are we – "
"I said be quiet Ron!" Ginny snapped as she fumbled with the telephone in her hand. Ron and Hermione were squished next to her in the dirty telephone box outside the Ministry of Magic. "Name and department please" a curt voice rang out of the receiver. Ginny took a breath.
"Ginny Potter, I am here to collect Mr Potter's things from the Auror department" her voice shook slightly. The female wizard on the other end paused and her voice sounded hushed. "Come right through Mrs Potter."
Moments later, Ginny, Hermione and Ron were marching swiftly through the corridors of the Ministry of Magic. Wizards shied away from the three, looking pained. As if, they served a reminder of the terrible loss they have all suffered. "Why did you call yourself Ginny Potter?" Ron asked. Hermione shot him a look and his ears looked red. Ginny didn't answer, but merely strode through the halls and searched for the elevator. They got in and went as far down as they would allow. The doors opened and Hermione went to exit but Ginny held her back. "Wait –"she said as she pulled out a cloak from her purse. It was the invisibility cloak. It was Harry's. Hermione felt a lump in her throat. "It's too small for us all now – we're not midgets anymore!" Ron moaned. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh honestly Ron!" she sighed as she got out her wand, muttered something under her breathe and touched the cloak with the tip. The cloak suddenly grew to the size of a tent. They all got under it and left the elevator.
They walked quickly along a thin corridor. At the end was a wizard with a clipboard.
Ginny…don't give up…come back to me…I need you.
Ginny walked so briskly that Hermione and Ron struggled to keep up the pace. "stupefy" she whispered and pointed her wand at the wizard by the door. The wizard's eye bulged and shock took over his face as he fell to the floor. They stepped over him and opened the door. Once inside, Ginny took off the cloak. "Right, NOW are you going to tell us what we're doing here?" Hermione asked bossily with her hands on her hips. Ginny didn't appear to listen or even remember that she wasn't alone. They were in a room full of doors. She remembered this place….all those years ago. She pointed at one of the doors – "this one" she said curtly as she opened it. Hermione and Ron followed her through. They did this again and again. Ginny seemed to have a perfect knowledge of where she was going. Finally, they entered a room. It was empty and drenched in mystery and wonder. The tall arch stood before them. Gleaming like morning dew. The veil fluttered and whispers echoed off the walls. Hermione stared in awe and then said "oooh" in a hushed voice. Ron raised an eyebrow. "I'm still lost," he said blankly. Ginny hesitated. She stumbled towards the veil. "It was the right idea…but in the wrong place." She said faintly. "Oh right" Ron replied. Hermione looked fearful.
"Ginny – "she began, Ginny turned briefly to look at her. "What are you going to do?" she asked. Ginny turned back, she ached for him. Every moment they were not together was tearing her very soul apart. Knelt down, her nose just an inch away from the veil. It fluttered as if air was on the other side. "Come on- "Ron urged Hermione as he knelt down too. Hermione bit her lip and hesitantly got down on her knees. "What if it doesn't work?" she whispered. No one replied. Ginny had her eyes closed, tears continued to stream down her cheeks and her funeral cloak became sodden. "I'm here Harry." She said aloud.
Good. Now I need a body…
Ginny's eyes snapped open. "We need his body" she suddenly. Ron and Hermione started. "Um, and how do we get that?" Hermione asked timidly.
"We call it" Ginny replied simply. Ron scoffed.
"What, so we just raise our wands and say ""Accio Harry Potter"" and he'll just fly through the window?" he said with sarcasm. Ginny didn't smile. In fact, no one smiled. Ron gaped as a body passed through the veil into the room and settled on the floor. It was cold to the touch and the white skin contrasted dramatically with the jet black hair on its head. Ginny cried and clung onto him with all her strength. It was Harry potter's body.
Good…now help me through the veil…summon my soul…
"How?" Ginny asked. Hermione and Ron looked puzzled.
"How- what?" Ron asked. Neither he nor Hermione could hear the voice. Ginny shushed them.
"I summon the soul that most wishes to return" – say it three times as you put your want tip against the veil.
Ginny did as instructed. Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. "Ginny this doesn't feel right.." Hermione began. The room suddenly felt very dark and cold.
"I summon the soul that most wishes to return," Ginny said boldly for the third time. Her wand suddenly felt very difficult to hold. It was like someone from the other side was pulling her through the veil. She fought back. Learning away and pulling with both hands. "Help me" she cried. Ron and Hermione dashed to her aid. They pulled and pulled and gritted their teeth. "Come on!" Ron yelled. When suddenly something – a silvery substance- shot out of the veil and entered the body on the ground. Hermione and Ginny gasped. Ron held his breath. Had it worked?
Nothing happened for several minutes. Yet the three of them waited. Desperately hoping Harry would move. Then, just as Ginny was about to give up, the body on the ground grew warm. The body gasped as if it had just broken the surface of water. "Harry!" Hermione screeched. Ginny helped Harry stand. He looked a little weak at first, his eyes were tightly shut. He stumbled to his feet, straightened his back and shook his hair out of his face. His lightening bolt scar searing red. "Oh Harry!" Ginny cried as she threw herself into his arms. Harry smiled. There was something odd about that smile. Ron frowned a little. Hermione hesitated to move forward. The feeling of unease was intense. Then, Harry opened his eyes. His eyes shone blood red. Ron and Hermione gasped.
"Ginny-"Hermione whispered. Her eyes were wide and fearful. Ron stood rooted on the spot. Harry's red eyes gleamed in the dim light of the mysterious room. He held Ginny close and sneered at Ron and Hermione as he said – in a voice that sounded horribly like Harry's – "Thank you Ginny, thank you so much for your help".
Ooooh bet you didn't see that coming! haha. REVIEW! and I'll post another chapter by weekend. :) Take care all. Daisfunky xxx
