A/N:
Yay! People are actually reading this. Newayz, here's the
next part and there is actually some romance in this. ^-^ Umm...
well... some. Neways, I hope you enjoy and r/r!
Usual disclaimers apply.
Revelations- Part 2
By Iris Marie
"-and I'm positive it's Draco. I mean, who else could it
be?" Harry asked his two friends. The common room was deserted for
most of them were either asleep or wandering the halls. Ginny,
however, was once more stuck in the hospital wing. Despite everything
that Madame Pomfrey could do, she still was unable to sit up without
feeling nauseous.
"But what if it's not him?" Hermione asked, her brows
furrowed. "I mean, we all know that his own father is in league
with You-Know-Who, but just like why Dumbledore allowed him to stay,
it doesn't necessarily mean Draco is as corrupted. We thought
he was behind that whole petrifying thing in our second year, but
we were wrong. What if we're wrong again? It wouldn't be right
to blame him for something as serious as this."
Ron, however, was frowning. "I agree with Harry. And why
are you sticking up for him anyway, Hermione?" He snapped, his
brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"This is serious stuff, guys. Whoever is doing this is
actually allowing Vo.. You-Know-Who access to use his magic in
Hogwarts. Actually, and really, potentially killing someone like
what he did to... well... to..." she trailed off and she didn't
need to finish.
"Ron?" The trio turned around and Fred and George were
smiling. "C'mon. Madame Pomfrey is finally letting people visit
Ginny."
"She's all right?"
"Well, she's sitting up eating. That's a good sign." And then
the twins went back out the portrait hole, the gang following them
through.
------
"Cedric? Cedric, where are you?" Cho asked, looking wildly
about the trophy room. Automatically, white light flashed about
the room and standing in the center was Cedric Diggory, his
handsome face still intact.
"Hey, Cho. What happened? You seem worried."
"Ginny is having all these seizures and Snape fainted
in Dumbledore's room... oh, Cedric, I wish you were here."
"I am... now, do you have it?"
Cho nodded, digging in her robes and then coming forth
with a small lock of black hair. "It's Harry's, just the way
you wanted it."
"Excellent." He came forward, taking the pouch gently
from her. "You did great, love." And then he bent down and
softly swept her lip with his. Before he could back up, she
flung her arms about him, her head buried in his shoulder.
"Please stay. Oh, Cedric, I don't want you to leave."
"It's all right, Cho. I love you. I love you and I won't
ever leave you. I'm here, aren't I?" She nodded her head and
slowly he got her off of him. "It was Harry who almost separated
us forever, my love. It was his fault I died. But I'm here now...
with you. He let Voldemort kill me. Now, I need my revenge. You'll
help me, right, my love? Cause you know I love you."
Cho nodded her head vigorously. "I love you too."
"Good because I need the little Weasley girl's hair,
too love. You'll get it for me, right?" Cho nodded her head.
"All right, I'll meet you tomorrow night. Now, you better be
going. Go on now." She turned and then went out the door.
The image of Cedric shimmered for an instant and then
it fell away all together. In its place was Voldemort, his red
eyes flashing about.
"Peter," he hissed and a scampering man came forward.
"Yes, master?"
"Let us go, for now. Gather the Death Eater's and tell
them to meet me. Usual spot, usual time." He lightly raised the
lock of hair and smiled viciously. "Oh, and send that pretty,
stupid little girl a nice dream about her dear 'Cedric.'"
"Yes, master."
------
"Hermi, how do you conjure flowers again?" Ron asked,
flicking his wand about. They still had to walk down the corridor
and down a series of steps before they reached the hospital wing.
"We just learned that last year... no, wait, we learned
that in our third year!"
"Exactly. It's been two years," he replied calmly, giving
her a wide grin. Hermione shook her head as she waved her wand and
muttered, "Orchideous." A moment later, Ron had a bouquet of white
lilies in his hand. "Hey! It's Ginny's favorite flower! How'd you
know?"
Hermi shrugged, not noticing Harry's furrowed brows. "She
told me last year. No big deal. I thought everybody knew?"
"Isn't that Cho?" Harry asked, pointing to a figure who
walked out of the trophy room. "Yeah, it is. Why do you think
she's still up?"
"Why don't you ask her?" Ron playfully nudged him forward.
Harry protested and then Cho's head swiveled to their direction.
For a brief moment, Harry felt chills sweep his spine, but he
ignored them as best he could.
"Ron? Hermione? Harry? What are you doing walking the
halls?" Cho asked, glancing towards the room she came out of with
anxiously.
"We were going to ask you that question ourselves," Hermi
replied, eyeing the room Cho walked out of. "So, what are you
doing out?"
Cho shrugged, running a hand through her beautiful hair.
"Just restless, I suppose. What about you?"
Ron saw as Hermione fought back a rude retort, and instead
told Cho that they were to see Ginny. Cho seemed to smile in relief,
but then she said goodbye and left.
"I still don't see what you see in her, Harry," Hermione
said, still staring hard at Cho's retreating back. "I do feel
sorry for her with Cedric's death, and she can be nice sometimes,
but ever since she came back from the summer... she changed
somehow and I still feel cold whenever I'm around her." She leant
unconsciously towards Ron's tall figure and he reassuringly rubbed
her back.
Harry shook his head, still not understanding why he felt
a brief moment of chills, bad chills, when he saw her looking at
him. It just reminded him so much of Voldemort. "C'mon, let's
see Ginny."
-----
The night progressed and by the time even Madame Pomfrey
literally forced the group to leave, it was time for breakfast.
Ron had difficulty not dropping his face into the bowl of cereal
and Hermione couldn't concentrate on her book. Harry, however
tired he felt, still couldn't shake off a growing anxiety in
him. His scar didn't hurt, Ginny wasn't having spasms, and Ron and
Hermione hadn't bickered yet. Then what was wrong?
"Hey Harry!" Sirius called out as he playfully patted his
back hard. "You get any sleep?"
He shook his head, Hermi and Ron tiredly following suite.
"We stayed with Ginny the whole night."
"She's doing better?"
"She's eating," Ron replied slowly, cereal still trying to
be chewed in his mouth. Harry expected the retort from Hermi, but
her eyes only seemed half opened.
Sirius was shaking his head, ripping a piece of bacon and
chewing it thoughtfully. "When do you think they'd let her out?
The poor girl needs some fresh air other then being stuck in the
same room every single day."
"Sirius, you dog," Remus joked, popping up next to him
and sitting down on a chair. "Stop slobbering all over the table."
He piled up his plate, but then momentarily paused and gave the
trio a sad smile. "I suppose I'm your new Dark Arts teacher again.
No one wants to fill it in, and Dumbledore is already nervous
to the point of breaking of letting anyone unfamiliar in. It's
bad enough there's a traitor already in the school."
"Why won't Professor Dumbledore just cast a truth spell
on everybody in the castle?" Hermione asked, her eyes now wide
with attention. "Wouldn't that work?"
"It's violating some law... can't remember which," Sirius
replied. "I already asked him. Some law about not being allowed to
access someone's thoughts to see whether or not they are telling
the truth or not. Something like that." He took another bite and
then swallowed. "And all we really have to do is wait for Ginny to
get better. If she gets too close to the one who is actually in
league with Voldemort, she'd have some reaction. Just like what
your scar did before." Once more Sirius paused and then his eyes
narrowed to a section on Harry's head. "Did you have some
scissor accident, Harry?"
"Huh? No, why?"
Sirius leaned over, taking forth a lock of hair that was
much shorter then the rest. "Then why you missing this lock
of hair?"
Harry shrugged, feeling the cut hair that Sirius held.
'Weird,' he thought, trying to think of a time when his hair could
have possibly been accidentally cut. But, Sirius and Remus were
exchanging looks and then Sirius had Harry by the arm,
dragging him to the front table.
"Dumbledore! We have a problem!"
The school was filled with suspicion, the air so tense
that even Peeves couldn't help but take a big scissor and try to
cut the air in half. Thankfully, that stunt loosened most of the
students, but the teachers were each holding their breaths. Classes
were no more a place for teaching, but a place for waiting. And Harry
wasn't allowed to leave the Gryffindor common room at all. Protection
wards had been placed in each house, even more on Harry's room and
house. And Ron was instructed to make sure he never left his
side. Which Ron was happily obliged to do since then he didn't
have to go to class. Of course, that only lasted for a few days.
"I'm bored!!!" He complained for the millionth time,
glancing towards the door. "Wouldn't it be safer to be near
the teachers who actually know the spells?"
Harry shrugged, not even able to read his Quidditch book
again. Ginny had come back from the hospital wing a day ago, but
she hadn't left her room since. And since he and Ron were
forbidden to go to Ginny's rooms, since it was the girl's
dormitory, they hadn't seen her for another few weeks. And, to
Harry's surprise, he felt rather depressed and lonely. He was
getting used to her around; getting used to having her by him.
And then he pictured that face of hers. It had changed since the
first time he saw her. And each year she seemed to have grown,
but without his acknowledgements. But now he knew how really
beautiful she was and despite everything he did to shake that
thought away, it wouldn't leave.
"What do you do when you're bored at the Dursley's?" Ron
asked, waving his wand about and sending small sparks into the
air.
"Watch television."
Ron's wand fumbled from his hands and his eyes were
wide with curiosity. "What's that?"
---
Ginny groaned, trying to open her eyes, but failing.
Everything was blurry, even her hands that she held up in
front of her. She blinked and then tried to focus on something,
anything, but once more she couldn't. Sitting up, she still
could remember the first time all of them visited her in the
hospital wing. And the fight they gave when Madame Pomfrey
forced them out.
But then, she heard the floorboard squeak and her
head swiveled towards that direction. She saw nothing, not
even an outline of a shape. But her heart had hastened and
her hand was shaking. "Who's there? Ron? Harry? Hermione?"
No answer and then another floorboard squeaked. "Fred?
George?"
Ginny got off her head, everything blurry, but she
still knew by touch where everything was. She took her wand
and then went into a closet. Whatever it was had to open the
door to get to her and then she could stupefy them. It'd
serve them right for scaring her. 'But what if it's not
them? What if it's-' But then her thoughts raced away and
she could easily outline a female's shape standing just
in front of the closet door.
Ginny rubbed her eyes, blinked them as fast and
hard as she could. But her eyes were still blurry and when
the door opened, she raised her wand to scream, "Stupefy."
However, those words never came out for then a cold, icy
wind engulfed her, turning her blood to ice. And then she
finally was able to see. But all she saw was a hand being
reached towards her hair and when that hand touched her,
was when the world seemed to shake and her body blazed
a cold, menacing green. Whoever touched her screamed, but
it took a scissor and chopped off away a lock of her
hair.
And then, the green light was gone, and instead of
getting up, Ginny stayed curled up in her closet, her eyes
still unable to adjust to her surroundings. She heard the
door bang open and saw two figures run forward.
"Ginny? Ginny!?! Harry! Get Dumbledore! Get-"
"Ron, I'm fine!" she cut in, trying to stop
shaking. "I'm fine."
Her brother was kneeling in front of her, his hand
now reaching towards the lock of hair that had been cut
off. "Who was here, Ginny?"
She shook her head, rubbing her eyes in an attempt
to clear them, but also to keep the tears in check. "I
couldn't see. I still can't see. Why are my eyes so blurry?
When you guys came while I was in the hospital wing, I
didn't have any vision problems."
"You shouldn't have any vision problems," Dumbledore
said, walking into the room. He saw the cut hair on her head,
and then glanced at Harry's, and his face was drawn tight.
"Most likely a spell cast so you wouldn't see your attacker."
"But we didn't see anybody go up the stairs to Ginny's
room," said Ron. "Harry and I were in the common room the whole
day and no one came through that portrait."
Dumbledore shook his head, his years finally catching
up. "With You-Know-Who, anything is possible."
"But it was a girl!" Ginny cried out. "I remember seeing
this girlish figure. And the hand... I saw the hand and it was
a girl's."
"We'll figure it out in time. But for now, Ginny, you
need some rest. And Ron, please come with me. We have to inform
your parents." And then Dumbledore and Ron exited the room.
Harry walked over to Ginny, kneeling down in front
of her. "You heard him," he said softly, grinning. "Off to
bed."
Ginny nodded, shakily trying to stand up. She felt
exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Harry wrapped his
arm around her waist, trying to help her stay steady. He wanted
to say something to her, but he didn't know what he could
possibly say. Instead, he laid her on her bed and covered her
with her blankets. "Comfortable?" She nodded her head and
then closed her eyes.
He was about to leave, but then she voiced his name.
"Yeah?"
"Could you stay?" Her eyes were still closed, her lips
the only thing that were moving. "I mean... well... nevermind."
Harry grinned, closing the door and walking back
towards her bed. "Sure, Ginny." And then she smiled and went
back to sleep. Harry stayed sitting on the chair that was
pulled by her bedside. He stayed there till the other Gryfinndor
fourth years came into the room and giggled. And as he stayed
there, his eyes never fell away from her face. He couldn't
believe he never saw her the way he was seeing her now. He
couldn't believe he didn't see how much one simple smile from
her could actually brighten a room. That she was so beautiful
outside as well as in.
As Harry walked into his room, he saw a note taped to
his table. Walking forward, he grabbed it up and opened it.
It read:
"Love can kill"
And that was it. Harry turned it over, wondering if
there were more. But, he didn't see anything. Thinking of it
as just some stupid joke, he was about to throw it out, but
he couldn't.
'Love can kill?' he thought. Taking the note, he
folded it carefully and placed it in one of his drawers.
Maybe tomorrow he'd show Hermione that.
To be continued...
All right, so not really that much romance, but as
you can probably tell, there will be and when there is, I
promise there will be a lot. ^-^ I just have all these
ideas for this fic, but the only problem is is actually
writing it down. So, can you all please r/r? It's the only
thing that actually makes me go on the computer and type.
Thanks!
Next part will come asap. But I still need
some inspiration. ::hint, hint::
(c) Iris Marie 2000
Yay! People are actually reading this. Newayz, here's the
next part and there is actually some romance in this. ^-^ Umm...
well... some. Neways, I hope you enjoy and r/r!
Usual disclaimers apply.
Revelations- Part 2
By Iris Marie
"-and I'm positive it's Draco. I mean, who else could it
be?" Harry asked his two friends. The common room was deserted for
most of them were either asleep or wandering the halls. Ginny,
however, was once more stuck in the hospital wing. Despite everything
that Madame Pomfrey could do, she still was unable to sit up without
feeling nauseous.
"But what if it's not him?" Hermione asked, her brows
furrowed. "I mean, we all know that his own father is in league
with You-Know-Who, but just like why Dumbledore allowed him to stay,
it doesn't necessarily mean Draco is as corrupted. We thought
he was behind that whole petrifying thing in our second year, but
we were wrong. What if we're wrong again? It wouldn't be right
to blame him for something as serious as this."
Ron, however, was frowning. "I agree with Harry. And why
are you sticking up for him anyway, Hermione?" He snapped, his
brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"This is serious stuff, guys. Whoever is doing this is
actually allowing Vo.. You-Know-Who access to use his magic in
Hogwarts. Actually, and really, potentially killing someone like
what he did to... well... to..." she trailed off and she didn't
need to finish.
"Ron?" The trio turned around and Fred and George were
smiling. "C'mon. Madame Pomfrey is finally letting people visit
Ginny."
"She's all right?"
"Well, she's sitting up eating. That's a good sign." And then
the twins went back out the portrait hole, the gang following them
through.
------
"Cedric? Cedric, where are you?" Cho asked, looking wildly
about the trophy room. Automatically, white light flashed about
the room and standing in the center was Cedric Diggory, his
handsome face still intact.
"Hey, Cho. What happened? You seem worried."
"Ginny is having all these seizures and Snape fainted
in Dumbledore's room... oh, Cedric, I wish you were here."
"I am... now, do you have it?"
Cho nodded, digging in her robes and then coming forth
with a small lock of black hair. "It's Harry's, just the way
you wanted it."
"Excellent." He came forward, taking the pouch gently
from her. "You did great, love." And then he bent down and
softly swept her lip with his. Before he could back up, she
flung her arms about him, her head buried in his shoulder.
"Please stay. Oh, Cedric, I don't want you to leave."
"It's all right, Cho. I love you. I love you and I won't
ever leave you. I'm here, aren't I?" She nodded her head and
slowly he got her off of him. "It was Harry who almost separated
us forever, my love. It was his fault I died. But I'm here now...
with you. He let Voldemort kill me. Now, I need my revenge. You'll
help me, right, my love? Cause you know I love you."
Cho nodded her head vigorously. "I love you too."
"Good because I need the little Weasley girl's hair,
too love. You'll get it for me, right?" Cho nodded her head.
"All right, I'll meet you tomorrow night. Now, you better be
going. Go on now." She turned and then went out the door.
The image of Cedric shimmered for an instant and then
it fell away all together. In its place was Voldemort, his red
eyes flashing about.
"Peter," he hissed and a scampering man came forward.
"Yes, master?"
"Let us go, for now. Gather the Death Eater's and tell
them to meet me. Usual spot, usual time." He lightly raised the
lock of hair and smiled viciously. "Oh, and send that pretty,
stupid little girl a nice dream about her dear 'Cedric.'"
"Yes, master."
------
"Hermi, how do you conjure flowers again?" Ron asked,
flicking his wand about. They still had to walk down the corridor
and down a series of steps before they reached the hospital wing.
"We just learned that last year... no, wait, we learned
that in our third year!"
"Exactly. It's been two years," he replied calmly, giving
her a wide grin. Hermione shook her head as she waved her wand and
muttered, "Orchideous." A moment later, Ron had a bouquet of white
lilies in his hand. "Hey! It's Ginny's favorite flower! How'd you
know?"
Hermi shrugged, not noticing Harry's furrowed brows. "She
told me last year. No big deal. I thought everybody knew?"
"Isn't that Cho?" Harry asked, pointing to a figure who
walked out of the trophy room. "Yeah, it is. Why do you think
she's still up?"
"Why don't you ask her?" Ron playfully nudged him forward.
Harry protested and then Cho's head swiveled to their direction.
For a brief moment, Harry felt chills sweep his spine, but he
ignored them as best he could.
"Ron? Hermione? Harry? What are you doing walking the
halls?" Cho asked, glancing towards the room she came out of with
anxiously.
"We were going to ask you that question ourselves," Hermi
replied, eyeing the room Cho walked out of. "So, what are you
doing out?"
Cho shrugged, running a hand through her beautiful hair.
"Just restless, I suppose. What about you?"
Ron saw as Hermione fought back a rude retort, and instead
told Cho that they were to see Ginny. Cho seemed to smile in relief,
but then she said goodbye and left.
"I still don't see what you see in her, Harry," Hermione
said, still staring hard at Cho's retreating back. "I do feel
sorry for her with Cedric's death, and she can be nice sometimes,
but ever since she came back from the summer... she changed
somehow and I still feel cold whenever I'm around her." She leant
unconsciously towards Ron's tall figure and he reassuringly rubbed
her back.
Harry shook his head, still not understanding why he felt
a brief moment of chills, bad chills, when he saw her looking at
him. It just reminded him so much of Voldemort. "C'mon, let's
see Ginny."
-----
The night progressed and by the time even Madame Pomfrey
literally forced the group to leave, it was time for breakfast.
Ron had difficulty not dropping his face into the bowl of cereal
and Hermione couldn't concentrate on her book. Harry, however
tired he felt, still couldn't shake off a growing anxiety in
him. His scar didn't hurt, Ginny wasn't having spasms, and Ron and
Hermione hadn't bickered yet. Then what was wrong?
"Hey Harry!" Sirius called out as he playfully patted his
back hard. "You get any sleep?"
He shook his head, Hermi and Ron tiredly following suite.
"We stayed with Ginny the whole night."
"She's doing better?"
"She's eating," Ron replied slowly, cereal still trying to
be chewed in his mouth. Harry expected the retort from Hermi, but
her eyes only seemed half opened.
Sirius was shaking his head, ripping a piece of bacon and
chewing it thoughtfully. "When do you think they'd let her out?
The poor girl needs some fresh air other then being stuck in the
same room every single day."
"Sirius, you dog," Remus joked, popping up next to him
and sitting down on a chair. "Stop slobbering all over the table."
He piled up his plate, but then momentarily paused and gave the
trio a sad smile. "I suppose I'm your new Dark Arts teacher again.
No one wants to fill it in, and Dumbledore is already nervous
to the point of breaking of letting anyone unfamiliar in. It's
bad enough there's a traitor already in the school."
"Why won't Professor Dumbledore just cast a truth spell
on everybody in the castle?" Hermione asked, her eyes now wide
with attention. "Wouldn't that work?"
"It's violating some law... can't remember which," Sirius
replied. "I already asked him. Some law about not being allowed to
access someone's thoughts to see whether or not they are telling
the truth or not. Something like that." He took another bite and
then swallowed. "And all we really have to do is wait for Ginny to
get better. If she gets too close to the one who is actually in
league with Voldemort, she'd have some reaction. Just like what
your scar did before." Once more Sirius paused and then his eyes
narrowed to a section on Harry's head. "Did you have some
scissor accident, Harry?"
"Huh? No, why?"
Sirius leaned over, taking forth a lock of hair that was
much shorter then the rest. "Then why you missing this lock
of hair?"
Harry shrugged, feeling the cut hair that Sirius held.
'Weird,' he thought, trying to think of a time when his hair could
have possibly been accidentally cut. But, Sirius and Remus were
exchanging looks and then Sirius had Harry by the arm,
dragging him to the front table.
"Dumbledore! We have a problem!"
The school was filled with suspicion, the air so tense
that even Peeves couldn't help but take a big scissor and try to
cut the air in half. Thankfully, that stunt loosened most of the
students, but the teachers were each holding their breaths. Classes
were no more a place for teaching, but a place for waiting. And Harry
wasn't allowed to leave the Gryffindor common room at all. Protection
wards had been placed in each house, even more on Harry's room and
house. And Ron was instructed to make sure he never left his
side. Which Ron was happily obliged to do since then he didn't
have to go to class. Of course, that only lasted for a few days.
"I'm bored!!!" He complained for the millionth time,
glancing towards the door. "Wouldn't it be safer to be near
the teachers who actually know the spells?"
Harry shrugged, not even able to read his Quidditch book
again. Ginny had come back from the hospital wing a day ago, but
she hadn't left her room since. And since he and Ron were
forbidden to go to Ginny's rooms, since it was the girl's
dormitory, they hadn't seen her for another few weeks. And, to
Harry's surprise, he felt rather depressed and lonely. He was
getting used to her around; getting used to having her by him.
And then he pictured that face of hers. It had changed since the
first time he saw her. And each year she seemed to have grown,
but without his acknowledgements. But now he knew how really
beautiful she was and despite everything he did to shake that
thought away, it wouldn't leave.
"What do you do when you're bored at the Dursley's?" Ron
asked, waving his wand about and sending small sparks into the
air.
"Watch television."
Ron's wand fumbled from his hands and his eyes were
wide with curiosity. "What's that?"
---
Ginny groaned, trying to open her eyes, but failing.
Everything was blurry, even her hands that she held up in
front of her. She blinked and then tried to focus on something,
anything, but once more she couldn't. Sitting up, she still
could remember the first time all of them visited her in the
hospital wing. And the fight they gave when Madame Pomfrey
forced them out.
But then, she heard the floorboard squeak and her
head swiveled towards that direction. She saw nothing, not
even an outline of a shape. But her heart had hastened and
her hand was shaking. "Who's there? Ron? Harry? Hermione?"
No answer and then another floorboard squeaked. "Fred?
George?"
Ginny got off her head, everything blurry, but she
still knew by touch where everything was. She took her wand
and then went into a closet. Whatever it was had to open the
door to get to her and then she could stupefy them. It'd
serve them right for scaring her. 'But what if it's not
them? What if it's-' But then her thoughts raced away and
she could easily outline a female's shape standing just
in front of the closet door.
Ginny rubbed her eyes, blinked them as fast and
hard as she could. But her eyes were still blurry and when
the door opened, she raised her wand to scream, "Stupefy."
However, those words never came out for then a cold, icy
wind engulfed her, turning her blood to ice. And then she
finally was able to see. But all she saw was a hand being
reached towards her hair and when that hand touched her,
was when the world seemed to shake and her body blazed
a cold, menacing green. Whoever touched her screamed, but
it took a scissor and chopped off away a lock of her
hair.
And then, the green light was gone, and instead of
getting up, Ginny stayed curled up in her closet, her eyes
still unable to adjust to her surroundings. She heard the
door bang open and saw two figures run forward.
"Ginny? Ginny!?! Harry! Get Dumbledore! Get-"
"Ron, I'm fine!" she cut in, trying to stop
shaking. "I'm fine."
Her brother was kneeling in front of her, his hand
now reaching towards the lock of hair that had been cut
off. "Who was here, Ginny?"
She shook her head, rubbing her eyes in an attempt
to clear them, but also to keep the tears in check. "I
couldn't see. I still can't see. Why are my eyes so blurry?
When you guys came while I was in the hospital wing, I
didn't have any vision problems."
"You shouldn't have any vision problems," Dumbledore
said, walking into the room. He saw the cut hair on her head,
and then glanced at Harry's, and his face was drawn tight.
"Most likely a spell cast so you wouldn't see your attacker."
"But we didn't see anybody go up the stairs to Ginny's
room," said Ron. "Harry and I were in the common room the whole
day and no one came through that portrait."
Dumbledore shook his head, his years finally catching
up. "With You-Know-Who, anything is possible."
"But it was a girl!" Ginny cried out. "I remember seeing
this girlish figure. And the hand... I saw the hand and it was
a girl's."
"We'll figure it out in time. But for now, Ginny, you
need some rest. And Ron, please come with me. We have to inform
your parents." And then Dumbledore and Ron exited the room.
Harry walked over to Ginny, kneeling down in front
of her. "You heard him," he said softly, grinning. "Off to
bed."
Ginny nodded, shakily trying to stand up. She felt
exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Harry wrapped his
arm around her waist, trying to help her stay steady. He wanted
to say something to her, but he didn't know what he could
possibly say. Instead, he laid her on her bed and covered her
with her blankets. "Comfortable?" She nodded her head and
then closed her eyes.
He was about to leave, but then she voiced his name.
"Yeah?"
"Could you stay?" Her eyes were still closed, her lips
the only thing that were moving. "I mean... well... nevermind."
Harry grinned, closing the door and walking back
towards her bed. "Sure, Ginny." And then she smiled and went
back to sleep. Harry stayed sitting on the chair that was
pulled by her bedside. He stayed there till the other Gryfinndor
fourth years came into the room and giggled. And as he stayed
there, his eyes never fell away from her face. He couldn't
believe he never saw her the way he was seeing her now. He
couldn't believe he didn't see how much one simple smile from
her could actually brighten a room. That she was so beautiful
outside as well as in.
As Harry walked into his room, he saw a note taped to
his table. Walking forward, he grabbed it up and opened it.
It read:
"Love can kill"
And that was it. Harry turned it over, wondering if
there were more. But, he didn't see anything. Thinking of it
as just some stupid joke, he was about to throw it out, but
he couldn't.
'Love can kill?' he thought. Taking the note, he
folded it carefully and placed it in one of his drawers.
Maybe tomorrow he'd show Hermione that.
To be continued...
All right, so not really that much romance, but as
you can probably tell, there will be and when there is, I
promise there will be a lot. ^-^ I just have all these
ideas for this fic, but the only problem is is actually
writing it down. So, can you all please r/r? It's the only
thing that actually makes me go on the computer and type.
Thanks!
Next part will come asap. But I still need
some inspiration. ::hint, hint::
(c) Iris Marie 2000