Harry Potter's Deepest Fears
Chapter 14 - Trust
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A/N: Ok now I feel like an ass, as one faithful reviewer has pointed out I have been very, bad at thanking those faithful reviewers! SO! To make up for my terrible ways I am dedicating this chapter to a few people, first off and most importantly to my faithful reviewers! You guys make me want to be very good at what I am trying to do! More specifically to orchidblossom who is my best reviewer! She is faithful and loyal and I am so sorry I haven't mentioned you before, this chapter is for you my dear!
Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione seemed to form a closer bond once the prophecy was out in the open. Harry and Ginny had not had any fights in nearly three weeks. They were now talking more with each other and Harry felt more in control of everything, including Evil Harry.
Every Tuesday, Harry had Occlumency lessons with Professor Nosizwe. It was much easier without Snape there and Harry felt as though he could fully close off his mind now. Professor Nosizwe had also taken what she called 'extra steps' to insure that Harry did not have dreams implanted by Voldemort. Every Tuesday she gave him a week's supply of a dreamless sleeping potion. This not only stopped Voldemort form getting into his mind, but also stopped Harry from having nightmares about Demon Dad and Monster Mum.
Without the dreams every night and no fights with Ginny, Harry was finding it very easy to suppress Evil Harry. Although every once and a while (especially when Malfoy was near) Harry had a hard time staying in control.
Between three days of rigorous Quidditch practice, three days of DA meetings and his lessons with Professor Nosizwe, not to mention the amount of homework Harry had nightly, he was extremely tired. He was, however, enjoying himself too, grateful for the distractions; he thought less about Sirius, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Before Harry knew it September was nearly gone and the first Quidditch match of the season (Gryffindor versus Slytherin) was upon them. All DA meeting were canceled the week before, and Katie doubled the practice schedule to prepare them.
On the Friday before the first match Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were gathered in the common room on the pretense of getting some homework done.
"I can't do this!" shouted Ron throwing down his parchment.
"Ronald, if you don't finish that essay now, you'll just have to do it on Sunday."
"I don't care Hermione!" Ron snapped. "Honestly, it's Quidditch tomorrow, I can't study!"
"Ron, if you get it done now, you'll have all Sunday free to spend with me."
"Hermione, listen to me. I know you don't really like Quidditch, but I do so why don't you just shut-up?"
Hermione huffed as she picked up her things and walked to the girls staircase.
"Where are you going?" asked Ron, trying to sound apologetic.
"Away from you!" shouted Hermione running up the stairs.
"Hermione wait! Don't go!" he said running up the stairs after her but only making it to the second step before the stair case folded and he tumbled back down.
A couple first year girls giggled from the corner, peering over their parchments and pointing at Ron.
"You three, get to bed before I give you detention!" he shouted at them.
Looking near tears, the three girls ran up stairs.
"Bloody Hell, what is Hermione's problem?" he asked slumping down on the couch.
"Ron, you're such a git!" shouted Ginny and giving Harry a quick kiss on the cheek, she too ran up stairs to bed.
"WOULD EVERYONE STOP SHOUTING!"
"Ron, you're the one shouting," pointed out Harry, laughing slightly and gathering his stuff to head up to bed as well.
Ron followed suit and they were soon in there respective beds fast asleep.
Harry awoke the next morning feeling refreshed; the same giddy feeling he got every time he flew was settled in his stomach. Harry woke up and found the room deserted. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and headed down to breakfast.
Harry sat down next to Ginny, who was sitting with the rest of the Quidditch team. Katie was looking more nervous than he had ever seen her look before a game. She kept urging the team to eat but refused the toast Hermione offered her.
Hermione and Ron appeared to still not be speaking. Hermione was sitting on Katie's right while Ron was sitting three people down on Andrew Kirke's left. Both were having conversations with the people near them but Harry saw them both stealing glances at one another every few minutes.
Twenty minutes later Katie called to her team to get to the locker rooms. Once there they changed, Harry began to fill excited and nervous all at the same time.
Katie came in minutes before the game was to start.
"Gather round. We have a great team this year! Ginny, and Alianna are terrific Chasers, Ron is an amazing Keeper, our Beaters are magnificent and we have the best Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen."
Harry felt himself blush at her kind words and was reminded fully of Oliver who often had similar pre-game speeches.
"Katie, you sound just like Oliver," said Harry; they were both the only ones to have been on the team alongside Oliver.
"Yeah, well he was a great Captain," she said blushing. It had been no secret that the two of them had dated for years. "Alright, team – let's go get 'em!"
They all filed out onto the pitch, the sun was high and bright in a cloudless blue sky. It was still warm for late September and Harry looked around at the cheering crowd thinking how much he had missed this.
They heard the whistle and kicked off the ground. Harry heard Dean Thomas' commentary as he soared high over the stands.
"Here they are: the best Hogwarts team, GRYFFINDOR!" he roared. "This year led by Captain Katie Bell, Chaser, her two new Chasers, Ginny Weasley and transfer student Alianna Conclamo, returning Beaters, Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper, returning Keeper Ron Weasley and Seeker Harry Potter!"
Harry soared high into the air, leaving the noise of the commentary behind him searching for the golden snitch. Harry heard a swoosh behind him and turned to see Malfoy tailing him. Harry decided to put him through his paces and started making zigzagging dives for the ground, pulling up just in time. Harry caught bits of Deans commentary.
"Bell with the Quaffle...Alianna... passes... drops... Slytherin... Potter... saved! GRYFFINDOR SCORES!"
Harry looked up just in time to see Ginny slapping five with Alianna, clearly just having scored a goal. Then, as Harry watched Ginny smiling face he saw a glint of gold, at first he thought it was just the sunlight off her hair, but then Harry realized it was the golden snitch glinting just inches from Ginny.
At breakneck speed, Harry zoomed off towards the snitch; Malfoy saw this and tailed him closely,but not closely enough. Harry grabbed the fluttering snitch within seconds. Ginny looked over her shoulder and smiled warmly at him.
"GGGGRRRYYYFFFFFFFIIINNNDOOORR WIIIINNNSS!" shouted Dean over all the commotion.
Harry held the snitch in his head and took a victory lap over the pitch. As he was coming around again near the Slytherin goal post he saw Ginny clapping, not holding to her broom. Harry watched in horror as Malfoy snatched a Bludger and bat out of Crabbe's hand tossed the Bludger into the air and whacked it directly towards Ginny's head. Harry heard the sickening crunch as it hit Ginny, and watched as she slipped from her broom and fell twenty-five feet to the ground.
Harry flew so fast, it was as though he Apparated. Within a second he was kneeling by Ginny's side watching in horror as the blood flowed from her head. Harry heard Madam Pomfrey pushing through the crowd and felt as she pushed him back. Harry felt as though he was empty as he watched her close the wound in Ginny's head stopping the bleeding and as she tried several times to revive Ginny. Harry waited with bated breath as she tried a second time... a third... a fourth... and finally a fifth time. On the last attempted revival, Ginny blinked, opening one eye and then the other. She looked around, confused. Harry felt relief wash over him.
Potter, Potter, Potter; are you going to let him get away with that?
He'll get what's coming to him.
Damn right he will.
Harry was sitting in the hospital wing trying to figure out how he had gotten from there from the Quidditch Pitch, where Ginny was, and why he was chained to his bed.
"Ah… Mr. Potter you're awake," said Madam Pomfrey stiffly.
"What's going on? How'd I get here? Where is Ginny?"
"Calm down, Mr. Potter, you are not in the position to making demands, you just sit tight. the Headmaster wants a word."
She walked away, leaving Harry completely perplexed.
Harry looked around the room and saw the curtain pulled closed for the next bed over.
"Ginny?"
Slowly the curtain pulled back to reveal Ginny, sitting up in bed with a bandage around her head.
"What happened Gin? How did I get here and why am I chained to the bed?"
"You don't remember what you did?" she asked, sounding slightly afraid and slightly angry.
"NO! What is going on?"
Harry felt as though he was really losing his mind this time. Ginny's lower lip trembled.
"Harry, you -y-you completely lost it. You beat up Malfoy, he had to go to St. Mungo's. I've never seen you like that; it was like you were someone else."
Harry felt a cold dread spread over him; Evil Harry had taken control and pushed him so far away he didn't remember.
"I-I I didn't do it," stammered Harry.
"THEN WHO DID?" shouted Ginny. Shehadgotten out of her bed, and wasstanding, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
"I don't know," lied Harry, unable to look her in the eye.
"Harry don't lie to me. Talk to me! What about our promise?" she grabbed his hand andducked down to where he wasforcing his eyes awayfrom her, trying to get him to look at her.
Harry didn't know what to say; he couldn't tell Ginny about Evil Harry, she'd think he was crazy.
You are crazy Potter.
"Harry James Potter! Talk to me!" Ginny stamped her foot on the ground; she sounded near tears and an angry heat was coming off her.
Again he just sat there. Harry shook his head slightly.
"I can't," he whispered feeling near tears himself.
"You can't?" she asked, as though she had been givena death sentence.
"No. I'm sorry," he said as finally he looked up at her.
For a long momentneither spoke. Harry sat on the bed the, manacle digging into his skin. Ginny stood about a foot away from, him looking at her shoes.
"Then so am I," she said quietly. Harry's head jerked up so fast his neck hurt, telling himself he couldn't have heard right; she had spoken so softly.
"What does that mean?" he asked, his teeth clenched tight as he willed the manacle to give him a few more inches.
"It means I can't be with someone who doesn't trust me!" she shouted, so loudly Harry stopped fighting for a moment. He felt his world was falling around him as he stared into Ginny's tear brimmed eyes
"I do trust you!"
"Obviously not enough! It's over!" shouted Ginny. Then, more quietly. "It's over Harry."