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Dreams
Chapter 13
~Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today~
James Dean
As Harry went to put the Sword and Stone away, Ginny sat down in front of the fire, a thoughtful expression on her face. Something seemed wrong to her and she worried about it.
When Harry returned and sat down next to her, he noticed her expression. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern.
Ginny glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. "Harry, wouldn't you, you know, have known about the Deathly Hallows from before?" she asked hesitantly.
Harry looked at her in shock. "You'd think so, wouldn't you?" he said after a moment.
He slumped back into the couch and sighed. Shaking his head he got a worried look upon his face. "The only thing I can think of is that it was the real me that Ron attacked, causing a head injury and that can affect your memory. If that's the case, I'm wondering what else I'm not remembering," he said dejectedly.
Ginny winced at the memory of that horrible night. "I don't know, Harry. All I can say is that we'll handle things as they come," she said reassuringly.
Harry smiled at her, loving the way she said 'we'll handle things.' He leaned over and gave her a tender kiss. "Thanks, Ginny," he said softly.
Ginny gave a soft contented sigh and snuggled into Harry's side, with him tightening his arm around her shoulders, holding her close.
They had been sitting there for several moments when they heard the portrait hole open and someone enter. Their footsteps halted after a few so Harry glanced over and saw Ron standing there glaring at him.
Harry just sighed while giving a small shake of his head. He really couldn't understand his former best mate at all.
Noticing Harry look at him, Ron lifted his chin, making his nose point in the air, and pretending he didn't see Harry, resumed his journey to his dorm.
Harry and Ginny remained cuddled on the couch until it was time to head down to dinner. Ginny grumbled about having to get up because she was so comfortable, that was until her stomach growled rather loudly.
Though Harry couldn't stop from smiling, he wisely chose not to comment, something that surprised Ginny. She had been all set to threaten him but found herself unable to. This in of itself, bothered her a little. Here she was feeling embarrassed but she had no way to retaliate. All in all, she found it highly frustrating.
As they entered the Great Hall and sat down, Harry noticed Hermione looking at him. She had a small frown on her face but he noticed it was one of sadness and not disapproval.
Shrugging, he started to load his plate, he thought to himself that it was Hermione's problem to figure out, not his. She was the one who had distanced herself from him and pushed for answers he didn't have. She'd have to be the one to make things right, not him.
The thought was driven from his mind by someone talking to him.
"Arry, do you mind if I zit with you and Jinny?" Fleur asked hesitantly.
Harry smiled at her. "Not at all. Ginny and I would welcome you," he replied.
He was surprised when she went around to the other side of the table and sat down opposite of him and Ginny. Though he wasn't surprised when she began to ask Ginny about Bill.
Harry was secretly pleased with the conversation Ginny and Fleur were having. Bill was without a doubt Ginny's favourite brother and she spoke of him glowingly, something that Fleur ate up.
As with all good things, dinner finally came to an end and it was a reluctant Fleur who left to return to the Beauxbatons Carriage.
As Harry and Ginny headed back up stairs, Ginny turned to Harry. "You know, Fleur isn't as stuck up as I thought she was, in fact she's really rather nice."
Harry couldn't help chuckling and when Ginny eyed him questioningly, he explained. "Let's just say your opinion is a bit different from the last time."
When Ginny looked perplexed he said, "Well, last time your nickname for her was Phlegm because of her throaty accent."
"It was?" Ginny asked, feeling embarrassed.
Harry just nodded with a sympathetic smile.
As they climbed the stairs, Ginny noticed they weren't headed to the Gryffindor common room. "Harry, where are we going?" she asked.
"Remember when I said I had thought of something else?" he responded.
Ginny nodded,
"Well, I remembered that in the old timeline Malfoy repaired an old Vanishing Cabinet that allowed him to get Death Eaters into the school. We're heading to the Room of Requirement to destroy it," Harry explained.
"I know it doesn't happen for a couple of years yet but I can't in good conscious leave it sitting there without doing something about it," he continued.
Ginny smiled warmly at him and gave him a squeeze, loving his noble nature.
It didn't take them long to arrive back at the location of the Room of Requirement. Harry paced the required three times, making the door appear.
As they entered, Ginny looked around in surprise, noticing they were back in the Room of Hidden Things.
The pair wandered around for the better part of an hour without finding the cabinet.
Ginny looked worriedly at Harry. After his admitting that he'd forgotten about the Deathly Hallows she was concerned that they couldn't find the Vanishing Cabinet.
"Harry, are you sure it was in here?" she asked tentatively.
Harry groaned and smacked his forehead. "Damn it. I knew I was forgetting something. In the first timeline, Fred and George stuffed Montague into it and it wasn't until after that, that Dumbledore moved the blasted thing."
"Where is it then?" Ginny asked in concern.
"I have no bloody idea," Harry replied, extremely frustrated.
Ginny wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly. "Well, if what you say is true, we have plenty of time to look for it," she said encouragingly.
Harry smiled and kissed her back. "I'm glad I have you," he whispered. "You help me keep things in perspective."
"It's a gift," Ginny teased with a smile.
"Come on, we might as well head back to the common room," he said with a laugh.
As they exited the Room of Requirement Harry gave her a mischievous look. "That is unless you want to, um, use that other room," he said lowly, wagging his eyebrows at her.
Ginny's jaw dropped open and she stared at him wide-eyed for a moment. Then her eyes narrowed and she glared at him.
Realizing his dangerous position, Harry quickly back peddled. "Now, Ginny! I was just kidding, really!" he said in a near panic.
Ginny just continued to glare at him for several moments before her look softened and she snickered. "You're so easy," she teased.
She then raised an eyebrow and gave him a pointed look. "Though I will make you pay for that. I said you shouldn't get any ideas and I meant it," she said firmly.
Harry groaned, knowing that he had set himself up and he just hoped whatever Ginny did to him didn't hurt too much or last too long.
As he glanced at his girlfriend, he couldn't help notice her smug grin.
Harry and Ginny
It was several days later that McGonagall asked for Harry to stay at the end of class.
Harry had a tough time not smiling, knowing what was coming.
"Mr Potter, I want to inform you that tonight at dinner, Professor Dumbledore will be making an announcement that as part of the Tournament the school will be hosting a Yule Ball. As one of the Champions you will be required to attend with a suitable partner," McGonagall explained.
"Okay, Professor," Harry replied easily.
"You do understand that means you will be required to dance as part of the festivities," the professor said with a small frown. She had not expected his casual acceptance of her pronouncement.
"Yes, Professor. It is a Ball so I assumed that there would be dancing," Harry replied with a smile.
McGonagall looked at him in surprise. "And you are adequately prepared for such an occurrence?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes Professor," Harry assured her.
McGonagall wondered where Harry had learned to dance as she was certain that his odious aunt wouldn't have taught him, but she kept that thought to herself.
Then her curiosity got the better of her. "If you don't mind my asking, who taught you to dance?" she asked.
"A dear friend taught me," Harry replied with a smile. He knew he couldn't explain that it was Ginny in the other timeline who had taught him.
The Professor sensed that he was hiding something by avoiding naming the person but she didn't feel comfortable pressing the issue.
"Well, whomever it was, I'm glad that you know how and will represent Hogwarts and Gryffindor adequately," she said with a rare smile.
"If that's all, Professor, I'd like to go and ask the person I intend to take to the ball before it's commonly know. I'd hate to miss out on taking the person I want to accompany me to Ball," Harry stated.
"Good thinking, Mr Potter," McGonagall replied. "And five points to Gryffindor for your forethought and intelligence."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said with a smile. He couldn't wait to find Ginny and ask her to the Ball.
Harry was pleased when he returned to the common room and spotted Ginny sitting on the couch in front of the fire. Wasting no time he made his way over and plopped down next to her, a huge smile on his face.
"What has you so happy?" Ginny asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
"McGonagall had me stay after class," he said enigmatically.
Ginny gave him a puzzled look, slightly annoyed because Harry was dragging things out.
"You'd better tell me the rest, if you know what's good for you," she said with a frown.
Harry just chuckled. "You know, you really should learn some patience," he chided playfully.
"Harry!" Ginny growled, her eyes flashing dangerously.
Harry decided he'd pushed his luck as far as as he could. "She tipped me off about an announcement Dumbledore is going to make at dinner tonight. As part of the Tournament they're going to have a Yule Ball."
Ginny looked at him in surprise.
"Ginevra Weasley, would you grant me the honour of accompanying me to the Ball," Harry said quite formally.
Ginny squealed in delight as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
Once they had finished kissing, Harry smiled at her. "I'll take that as a yes," he said playfully.
Ginny huffed and rolled her eyes. "You'd better believe it," she said fervently. "If you even thought about asking someone else, you'd be in for a world of hurt," she added with a small glare.
Harry just chuckled at her. "You know there's no one else I want to ask," he said tenderly, his eyes glowing with his love for her.
Ginny melted and cuddled into his side. "Good answer," she teased softly.
She then got a thoughtful look on her face and sighed. "I guess that's why the book lists said that fourth years and above needed Dress robes. Though you'd have thought that Mum would have known that I'd probably be asked. Then again, I swear she still thinks I'm six or something most of the time," she said sadly.
"Oh well, I'll need to write her and tell her I'll need robes. I just hope she doesn't get me something to horrible," she sighed.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but slammed it shut when Ginny glared at him. "You are not buying me robes," she said firmly, her eyes flashing once again.
Though that was what he'd been about to suggest, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Something that surprised him. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said with a smile. Though he was secretly planning to write to Sirius and have him convince Molly to accept help in acquiring Ginny's robes. He was sure his Godfather was up to the task.
Ginny reached over and grabbed Harry's book bag and grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill and ink bottle.
As she wrote her note, she glanced at Harry. "Would it be okay if I borrowed Hedwig?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course, I'm sure she'd like having something to do," Harry replied with a smile. "In fact, I should probably write Sirius and tell him about the Ball. I'm sure he'll be chuffed that his Godson will be taking the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts to the Ball as his date."
Ginny rolled her eyes at him. "Laying it on a bit thick, aren't you," she said with a frown.
Harry reached out and tenderly cupped her cheek, turning her face to him. "Ginny, trust me when I say, you are the most beautiful girl here at Hogwarts, at least to me," he said seriously.
Ginny felt her eyes tearing up. She could see in Harry's eyes just how much he meant what he had said.
"Thank you," she choked out emotionally.
Harry drew her face to his and kissed her tenderly, letting all his emotions and love for her speak for themselves.
Ginny gave herself over to his kiss, and as her heart hammered in her chest, she knew without a doubt that Harry loved her.
"Now come on, I want to be there when Dumbledore announces the Ball," Harry said happily.
Ginny looked puzzled by his statement. "Why? You already know about it."
Harry grinned devilishly. "But just think how much fun it will be to see everyone else's reactions," he replied.
Ginny's eyes lit up and she grinned back at him. "You're so right, I should have thought of that."
Harry rose and extended his hand at Ginny, hauling her to her feet once she grabbed hold. Smiling at one another, they hurried out through the portrait hole and made their way down to the Great Hall.
They arrived in the Great Hall early enough to get seats where they could see the majority of the other students.
Hermione gave then a questioning look when she came in with Ron, who ignored them, but she went and sat down where she normally did.
Ginny leaned over and grinning, whispered to Harry, "What are the odds that my prat of a brother will actually pull his head out of his arse and actually ask Hermione to the ball?"
Harry started choking on the piece of roast beast he had just taken and Ginny had to pound him on his back. He glared at her, though she could tell he really wasn't that upset.
"Ginny," he said patronizingly, giving her a condescending look, "There is no way that you'd be able to get any kind of odds on that happening. They're so astronomical that even the Goblin's wouldn't want to cover that bet."
Ginny couldn't help herself and began to giggle hysterically, drawing the attention of those sitting closest to them.
"Just thought I'd ask," she said, her eyes sparking with merriment.
As dinner was winding down, Harry glanced around, mainly checking out the other Champions. From his observations he concluded that they didn't have any idea that Dumbledore was going to announce that there was going to be a Ball and he wondered why McGonagall had chosen to tip him off.
It was while thinking back on the conversation that he realized she had said something because she wanted to know if he could dance. As he replayed the memory in his mind, he noticed her fleeting look of disappointment when he had told her he knew how to dance.
It hit him like a well hit Bludger that she had wanted to teach him and he smiled at the thought.
He glanced up at the head table, looking at his Head-of-House with a warm smile. Just by chance, the Professor chose that moment to look up and her eyes locked on his.
He gave her a small nod of his head that he could tell totally confused the woman. His smile grew as he decided right then that he'd ask her if she wouldn't help him 'brush up' on his dancing, just to make sure he didn't embarrass Gryffindor House.
After all, as he thought about it, it had been at least a year and a half since he had danced with Ginny, that was if he ignored whatever age he was and just counted the time straight through.
McGonagall broke eye contact when Dumbledore tapped his wand on his goblet, drawing everyone's attention.
The Head-Master smiled genially as he waited for everyone to settle down. Once the room was sufficiently quiet he started speaking.
"Now that everyone is stuffed to the gills, I want to make an announcement," he said with a smile.
Ginny leaned over to Harry. "Godric, first it was fed and watered like we're horses or something and now it's stuffed to the gills like we're a bunch of fish. Why does he always compare us to animals?" she asked, frowning.
"Maybe he's tired of dealing with children and that's his way of showing it," Harry replied with a smirk, causing Ginny to snicker.
"It is my pleasure to announce that as is traditional with the Tri-Wizard Tournament, we will be hosting a Yule Ball," Dumbledore said cheerfully.
Harry chuckled as he listened to the reactions of everyone. There was a deep sighing sound, caused mainly by the female students. It was accompanied by a low groaning sound that was caused by the majority of the male students.
As the sounds of excited whispering began to fill the room, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I regret to have to inform the First, Second and Third years that you will only be allowed to attend if invited by a Fourth or above."
Though fewer in number, there was once again a series of sighs and groans. This time the younger female students were doing the groaning and the younger male students dong the sighing.
"Bloody Hell! Who would want to go to a Ball?" Harry and Ginny heard Ron exclaim rather loudly, a short way up the table.
Harry and Ginny shared a quick glance, each trying but failing miserably, to stifle their smirks.
"I'll have you know that there are plenty of people here who will enjoy attending the Ball," Hermione replied angrily.
With that, she huffed, stood up and marched out of the Great Hall, leaving a bewildered looking Ron watching her go.
"Do you think he'll ever learn?" Harry whispered to Ginny playfully.
"Eventually," Ginny replied. "The thing is, will it be too late?" she said seriously.
Harry nodded in understanding. While things were rather contentious between Ginny and Ron, he was still her brother and family meant the world to her. She may not have wanted anything to do with him at the moment, but that didn't mean she didn't want for him to grow up and be a better person.
As the rest of the students began to filter out of the Hall, Harry and Ginny rose and followed. They smiled when the heard Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil talking excitedly about who might make adequate dates.
They were also taken a little by surprise when they heard Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell talking just as excitedly. It wasn't that they found anything wrong with it, it was just that the three Gryffindor Chasers had never shown that side of themselves before. All they had heard them talk about before was Quidditch.
They couldn't help but chuckle when they heard Romilda Vane bemoaning the fact that it was so unfair that someone as beautiful as her couldn't attend the Ball without an upper classman inviting her.
All the way up to the common they heard groups of people discussing the Ball and who would go with whom, what would so and so wear, all in all Harry and Ginny found it quite entertaining.
The next morning, Harry hung back after breakfast. He had kissed Ginny goodbye as she had a long way to go to get to her first class, while Harry was heading out to the Greenhouses for Herbology.
But first he wanted to talk to McGonagall.
He spotted her rising from the head table and quickly made his way over to her before she could escape.
"Pardon me, Professor," he said pleasantly.
He smiled when he saw her surprised look as she turned to him.
"What can I do for you, Mr Potter?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I was wondering if maybe you could help me brush up on my dancing as it's been a while since I've done any and I'd hate to mess up come the Ball," he said, acting somewhat hesitantly, though in truth it was all an act.
Harry noticed the barest of smiles form on the Professor's lips. "I think we could arrange some time to get you back up to speed," she said kindly. "Come see me this evening after dinner."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said happily.
"You're quite welcome," she replied. "Now you'd better hurry or you'll be late for Herbology," she added with her usual aplomb.
Harry smiled at her and hurried out of the Great Hall, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Ginny as why he'd be missing for an hour or so that evening after dinner.
As it turned out, he lucked out. At dinner Ginny explained she was meeting her study group in the Library and hoped that he wasn't too disappointed. He acted like he was a little put out but secretly he was pleased as the excuse he'd thought of was rather lame.
As soon as Ginny had disappeared from the common room, Harry hurriedly made his way to meet with McGonagall. Just as he came up to the door of her office, she came walking out.
She glanced his way and nodded when she saw him, waiting patiently by the door till he arrived.
Harry had been jogging fairly quickly but slowed down to a fast walk when he spotted his Head-of-House, not wanting to be seen running and maybe lose some house points.
"Right on time I see, Mr Potter," McGonagall said in greeting, a small smile on her lips.
Harry was surprised to see her smile, though he kept that fact hidden. This wasn't the first time he had noticed her smile and for the life of him, he couldn't think of one instance from the previous time-line when he could remember her doing so.
He wasn't sure if it was because she hadn't ever done so or if it was that he just hadn't paid that close attention to her.
As they set off, Harry couldn't help but notice McGonagall glancing at him. The thing he found most surprising was the small smirk on her face. Once more the subtle display of emotion surprised him.
"So am I correct in my assumption that you have invited Miss Weasley to the Ball?" she asked pleasantly.
Harry's jaw dropped open in shock and he just stared at her for a moment. Recovering quickly he nodded and replied "Yes, she's the one I've asked," giving her a bewildered look.
McGonagall chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. "The staff and especially we Heads of Houses try to keep abreast of everything that goes on in the school. Though we rarely interfere, we like to know what is going on so we can intervene if necessary," she explained.
"Oh," was all Harry managed to get out, thinking about all he had gone through while attending school, no matter what time-line he was in.
Before either could say anything else, they arrived at their destination, the Transfiguration classroom. McGonagall tapped the door knob with her wand and opened the door.
Once inside, she quickly cast a couple of spells, lighting the room and moving the majority of the desks against the wall, opening up a large area and the door swung shut.
Harry was suitably impressed, realizing she had done everything silently.
McGonagall turned and looked at Harry with a smile. "While we are alone here, is it okay if I call you Harry?" she asked pleasantly.
"That's fine with me," Harry replied, somewhat taken by surprise.
"I'm assuming it would be a bit much for you to call me Minerva," she said with a smirk.
Harry turned beet red and his jaw fell open in shock, his eyes practically bugging out of his face.
"I thought not," she said humorously.
"I think I'd have a hard time in class keeping it straight," Harry replied sheepishly.
The professor gave him an understanding smile. "Well, why don't we see how badly your dancing has deteriorated," she said, getting things back on track.
She flicked her wand at a large old Victrola that was standing in a corner. She stepped up to Harry who hesitantly took her hand and placed the other on her waist.
The soft strains of a traditional waltz filled the room, catching Harry off guard. He lurched a little, starting a bit off tempo but managed to catch himself. Things felt exceedingly awkward though Harry though that a lot of that had to do with who his dance partner was. It didn't help that he was much shorter than her and found his eyes level with the Professor's chest.
"Just relax, Harry," McGonagall said lightly. "The more you think about it, the harder it becomes."
Harry tried to take her advise and by the time the song came to an end, he wasn't doing half bad.
The Professor gave him several helpful tips and suggestions and then started the Victrola again.
Harry did much better on his second attempt, at least he didn't lurch or stumble at all as he led McGonagall into the song. Just like after the first song, she talked to him and corrected a few things.
The third song went much better and Harry began to relax and enjoy himself. He was able to forget about his feet and began to converse with her. At first it was mostly about his classes and the goings on at the school but soon included more of the Wizarding world in general.
Harry had to be careful not to reveal too much that might lead to questions about his 'special' circumstances. Eventually Harry turned the conversation to something he'd been wondering about.
"Professor, did you know my parents well?" he asked hesitantly.
His question took Minerva by surprise but then she smiled at him compassionately. "I think I knew them just about as well as anyone with maybe the exception of Sirius and Remus Lupin," she said kindly.
"I don't really have any memories of them and while Sirius has told me some stories, I'd like to learn more about them, especially from other people's point of view," Harry replied hopefully.
McGonagall smiled at him warmly, a thoughtful look on her face. "Your mother was one of the best students to ever attend Hogwarts. She was exceedingly gifted in both Charms and Potions, though that's not to say she didn't excel at her other classes," she said fondly.
Harry continued to dance, never once thinking about his feet or what he was doing, his full attention was on McGonagall and what she was saying.
"That's not to say that she was bookish or avoided other pursuits. Oh no. Even though she didn't play for the house team, she loved playing Quidditch and just flying on her broom," Minerva said with a dreamy smile.
She laughed lightly and stared into Harry's eyes. "That was just one thing that made your father fall madly in love with her, not that he didn't anyway."
She laughed and slowly shook her head. "As the story goes, he professed that Lily was the girl for him on his first ride on the Express."
She gave him a highly amused look. "Needless to say, your mother wasn't at all happy about that and took a bit longer to appreciate James."
Harry got a thoughtful look on his face and there was a sense of bewilderment and sadness that Minerva could detect.
"What's the matter?" she asked out of curiosity.
Harry gave her a sheepish look. "I heard a story and it seemed my Mum hated my Dad, at least she was yelling at him and it seemed she really didn't like him at all," he said hesitantly, recalling the memory of Snape's he had seen while taking Occlumency lessons with the odious man.
McGonagall gave him a thin, kind of knowing smile. "Can you tell me a little more about the incident? I'll understand if you don't but if you make it kind of vague, maybe I can help."
"It was after class and down near the lake. My Dad was, ah . . . harassing another student and my Mum caught him," Harry explained, not wanting to call what his Dad had done bullying.
The Professor gave a small snort. "Let me guess, the student was a Slytherin," she said knowingly.
Harry just nodded, not wanting to say anything, afraid he'd give too much away.
"Your father and his friends, mainly Sirius, had a rather contentious relationship with the Slytherins and trust me, the Slytherins were rarely blameless. There was a lot of animosity on both sides," she explained with a sigh.
"Lily tried to be above all of that and she'd let anyone and your father in particular, that she didn't like it." She then gave a low laugh. "Though it's stereo typing, your mother had a wicked temper and wasn't afraid to let it loose and it seemed your father was a frequent recipient of her ire."
Harry chuckled softly, thinking about Ginny and her temper.
"In one sense it showed that she did care about your father. The ones we care about the most can bring out both the worst and best of oneself," she said compassionately.
"You need to remember that one incident taken out of context doesn't show a person's true character," she explained sympathetically.
Harry nodded, thinking about some of the things he had done that if looked at by itself didn't show him in the best light.
"Needless to say as your father matured, Lily saw more of James' good qualities and they became better friends and they eventually fell in love," McGonagall said warmly, thinking back on James' sixth and seventh years.
Harry smiled when he saw the look on McGonagall's face.
"They became much closer the second half of their sixth year and then when they were made Head-boy and Head-girl, well, things just took off from there. They started dating and the rest as they say is history," she said softly with a deep, warm smile.
The song they were dancing to came to and end.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry said earnestly.
"You're quite welcome, Harry," she replied, giving him a smile. "You seemed to have picked things back up rather well," she complimented.
Harry blushed slightly and sheepishly dropped his gaze to the floor. He was desperately thinking on how he could get her to meet with him a few more times, not only to practice his dancing but hoping that he'd hear more about his parents.
McGonagall was pretty sure what he was thinking. "Well, you seem to have gotten the waltz down. I think a few more sessions to cover some of the other dances would be in order," she said kindly.
Harry's head came up in an instant and he smiled widely. "I'd like that," he said enthusiastically.
"Would next week at the same time work for you?" she asked with a smile, pretty sure knowing what his answer would be.
"Yes, that'd be great," Harry replied, barely containing his excitement.
Minerva watched Harry as he left, a sad smile on her face. She couldn't help but think that James and Lily would be so proud of the young man he was becoming.
She extinguished the torches and locked the door, thinking that she was actually looking forward to meeting with Harry again. She smiled, thinking about some of the stories she would share with him.
Harry and Ginny
A/N: The Yule Ball looms on the horizon, at least this time Harry didn't waste any time in asking Ginny. Harry is second guessing himself for not remembering about the Hallows and wondering what else he might be forgetting. At least he remembered the Vanishing Cabinet but unfortunately it wasn't where he remembered it being. Hopefully he and Ginny will find it before Malfoy repairs it.
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