A/N:

Third one! Yay! Newayz, here it is. Who do you think
gave Harry the letter, hmm? Any ideas? Well, hopefully you'll
find out here. Hey, I don't even know what I wrote.

Usual disclaimers apply.

Revelations- Part 3
by Iris Marie

Ginny... Ginny...

She spun around, the dark room pitch black. Her hands
were shaking uncontrollably now, tears of fear already gushing
down her cheeks. She couldn't hear the words, she just knew her
name was being called inside her; like waves of thoughts being
collided into her mind.

Did you think I'd leave you alone?

"Who are you?" she screamed, her legs collapsing beneath
her. "Where are you!?"

Did you think he could actually save you when you
couldn't even save yourself? Can you save yourself, Ginny?

But then she was being shaken and when she opened her
eyes, the morning light practically blinded her. "Geez, Gin,
you take forever to wake up!" Alnia, one of her room mates
said.

"So? What happened with you and Harry?" Madison asked,
sending Nancy a look. "We came in and he was sitting on a chair
right next to you... watching you."

"He stayed?" Ginny smiled, feeling the fear and coldness
of the dream disappear and be replaced by a warm feeling of
comfort.

"Yeah, he stayed! WE came in late and he was here. And
he was looking at you so adoringly!" Nancy and Madison sighed
and then began giggling.

Alnia made a face. "Get over yourselves." She then turned
her sharp, green eyes towards Ginny. "Are you all right? We've
all been worried. What happened?"

Ginny opened her mouth to answer, but then closed it. She
still felt too exhausted to do anything, much less explain a
long and complicated story. As if her friend detected that, Alnia
nodded and forced the two swooning girls up with her. "It's
all right, Gin. I'll just take these two nut heads out with
me."

"We're not nut heads!"

"Yeah! We're not nut... wait.. nut what?"

Ginny laughed, the dream not even in her thoughts
anymore. Alnia smacked the two girls over the heads and
then pushed them out of the door. "I hope you feel better,
Gin!" And then the three girls closed the door and went
down to attend class. Ginny, stomach growling, put her robes
on and was glad she once more can see. Plus, she felt
much better now.


----
"You can get food if you want, Ron," Harry said,
watching as Ron was sketching a plate of eggs and bacon.

"Nope, can't do that. Remember what Dumbledore
told me? Never leave you alone."

"Hey!" The portrait door opened and Hermione
stepped in, a bit bristled, but smiling.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have that
Rune study thing?" Ron asked as she dropped all her books
on the table.

"Well, Dumbledore had now informed me that I am
not to allow Ginny to be unattended anymore."

"Huh? What about me?" The trio looked towards the
stairs and Ginny smiled at them all. Harry looked back down
towards Hermione's book, trying to seem as interested as he
could on one of the arithmancy books. So he had a small dream
of them kissing? It wasn't like he wanted to picture it, but
he did. It didn't mean a thing. But, his eyes stayed glued
towards the book, trying loosen up.

"Well, Ginny, I'm your new escort," Hermi said,
picking up a piece of paper and then handing it to her.
"Specifically from Professor McGonagall." She then picked
up one of her books and opened it.

They stayed silent for a moment, but then Ginny's
stomach began grumbling, reminding her that she was still
quite humgry. "Hermi, can't we get food?"

Ron shook his head. "We are not to step out of the
portrait without a teacher at present."

Groaning, she sat down on the plush couch, her hand
over her stomach. "Well, that doesn't mean we can't eat."
Hermione said. Taking out her wand, she said, "Accio!" In
a matter of moments, plates filled with food appeared in front
of her and she gently laid each one on the table.

Ron, eyes bugging, quickly gave her a hug and a small
peck on the cheek. "Thanks Hermi."

She turned bright red, but she ate with a satisfied
grin. As Harry was about to take a spoonful of egg and bacon,
he paused, his mind nagging him to do something. And then,
he remembered. 'The note!' "Oh, wait just a second!" He
ran up his steps, into his room, and grabbed the note.
Running back down the steps, he gave it to Hermi.

"I got that yesterday," he said to the confused
faces. "It was taped to my table. What do you think it
means?"

"What does it say?" Ginny asked.

"Love can kill?" Hermione said rather skeptically,
turning the paper over and frowning. She sat for a moment,
thinking, and then took out her wand. Tapping the parchment
three times, she said, "Aparecium." Automatically, lines
of black were forming and the name Cedric Diggory was drawn.

Ginny gasped, looking at the paper in amazement.
Hermione, however, was frowning. "Whoever's playing this
joke isn't funny. It's dispicable!"

But, Ginny was remembering the hand, the hand
that had grabbed for her hair. It was a girl's hand...
a hand that looked so much like Cho's. Since Cho was the
Ravenclaw seeker, everyone would watch to see whether
there was a snitch inbetween those small hands and now
Ginny couldn't but help shake at the relization of it. "It
was Cho..." she said softly, looking towards her hair.

"What?"

"It was Cho! She's the one who cut my hair! I
just know it!"

"We found her wandering the halls," Hermione
said thoughtfully. "She was staring towards the trophy
room as if she was making certain that no one came out.
You don't think that Voldemort was in there, do you?"

"Wait a minute! This is Cho Chang. She's in
Ravenclaw," Ron said, watching as the two girls were
making up there mind. "Ravenclaw's are supposed to be
smart enough to not fall for stuff like this."

"Unless Voldemort is taking the form of Cedric,"
Hermione muttered, her chin cupped in her hand. "I mean,
love kills, right? And there's Cedric's name written on
the bottom of the note. Oh geez, guys... we have to tell
Dumbledore!"

"Hold on here!" Harry was shaking his head, not
believing that Cho can actually do anything like what
Hermione was suggesting. "We have to take this slow. Just
like what you said with Malfoy, Hermi, we can't just go
and accuse someone for something like this."

"But what if we're right and you and Ginny are
already being placed under the curses!?" Hermi's eyes were now
wide with agitation, and she ran a quick hand through
her bushy hair. "I've read up on what someone, especially
someone like Voldemort, can do with just a lock of hair.
And believe me, Harry, they can do much worse then a
simple hex!"

Ginny stared at the flames once more, wondering
if she would get a prediction when she needed it. But, all
she saw were the flames, dancing upon the hearth. "If
you all saw her exit the throphy room a few days ago,
and if she just got my hair last night, do you think
they'd meet again there tonight?"

Ron sighed in relief, nodding. "We'll all go to
the trophy room tonight. We'll see if anyone shows up
and if they do, then we'll go to Dumbledore straight
away. All right?"

Harry and Hermi nodded, the clock now moving
slower then ever.

-----


It was pitch plack as Draco Malfoy wandered the
halls, looking for Cho. He shuddered slightly, thinking of
what his father would do to him if he knew what he was
about to do.

"Yes, Cedric, I understand." He heard her voice
come from the trophy room, and Draco felt chills sweep
his spine. Gripping his wand, he peered inside. Cho
Chang, the pretty Ravenclaw 6th year seeker had her
eyes glowing with white light. In front of her stood
Voldemort, but with an illusion of Cedric hovering in
front of him.

"Good," Voldemort said and then leaned in and
kissed her. Draco saw the man, Pettigrew, huddled behind
a big trophy in the back.

Draco pressed his back against the wall as red
eyes from the floor flashed towards him. His heart was
hammering, but he knew he had to do it. It went too far
when Ginny had to be hospitalized. It went too far when
he learned what a simple lock of hair, in the hands of
Voldemort, could do to Harry and Ginny. In his hands was
a potion he had brewed especially for Nagini. The stupid
snake was a backbone of Voldemort, like another extra
to his power. If he could just kill the stupid thing,
Voldemort would be more vulnerable... easier to kill
for Dumbledore and the new council.

Uncorking the bottle, he tried to control the
shaking of his hands. He pictured his father, the mark
of the Death Eater's on his arm, the way his very self
had changed when Draco returned home for the summer. His
own mother was terrified of Lucius Malfoy. Draco had
agreed in finding information about Dumbledore and his
plans. He had agreed that the Headmaster of Hogwarts
would not be able to stand up against Voldemort and his
followers. He had agreed, but it wasn't like he actually
believed it.

He heard the slither of the snake come closer
and he held the bottle tightly, staring hard at the
ground for the scales to give away the snake. But then,
the bottle was snatched away and in front of his very
eyes, it was smashed against the ground. He heard the
rustle of bodies inside and a cold chill swept through
him.

Ron stepped out of no where, kicking the remnants
of the bottle glass and spilt liquid towards him. "You! I
knew it was all your fault! Caught you in the very act!"

"What were you doing, Draco? Going to hurt
Cho? Hurt her so she could take the blame and not you?"
Harry asked, stepping forward. "What were going to
do, Draco?"

"Y-You stupid, idiotic morons!" Malfoy whispered,
his face flushed, but eyes wide with terror. "Do you
know what you just did?"

"What we did? What-"

But Hermione stopped, as Draco's eyes went
back frantically towards the room. She heard it now,
a hiss and a small laugh. But, when she went to glance
back at Draco, his face was pale white and then he
ran down the hallway.

Cho came forth from the doors and Ginny reached
towards her hair, backing away till she was behind her
brother. Hermi saw that her shoulders were trembling and
her hands were shaking.

"Restless again, Cho?" Hermi asked suspicious,
picturing Draco's terrified face. There was something
not right, especially when Draco was showing fear. Hermi
tried to peer into the room, but Cho blocked her.

"I think you better leave, Hermi," she hissed,
and Hermione felt a sinking feeling rush through her.

"No, I think you should leave," Ginny said,
stepping forth and then her eyes lowered to Cho's hands.
Her left hand was covered with a glove. "What happened
to your hand, Cho? Did you get burned?"

Cho smirked. "How clever of you little girl."
She then yawned and stretched. "Well, it's been an
eventful night." Walking slowly, she paused and walked
back to Harry. "Good night, Harry." She whispered slowly
in his ear and then she gave him a peck goodnight. She
laughed, as if drunk, and then went walking back down
the corridor.

Harry shivered, the urge of wiping his cheek
confusing him. Last year, he would have loved it. But,
there was something different about Cho. There was
something odd. "D-"

But a piercing scream came from the direction
Malfoy ran and when they reached around the corner,
he was on the floor unconscious. "Call Dumbledore!"
Hermione screamed. "Call Dumbledore!"


------

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Cho were
seated in the empty dining room, the new council
and Dumbledore pacing around them. Ginny was surprised
to see that Dumbledore's eyes were red and bloodshot,
Professor McGonagall's hair was now showing the signs
of aging.

"What happened to Draco?" Ginny asked, her hands
clenched to her lap. "Is he all right?"

The pacing adults paused, and Snape was the one
that answered. "A rather strong and modified memory
charm befell him."

"Modified?"

Snape hesitated, but then answered. "He's been
wiped of memory's and is now trying to learn how to
talk." His eyes lowered to his arm, as if seeing
through it and looking at the mark of the Death Eater's.
He couldn't believe he was part of them.

"What were you doing in the trophy room, Miss
Chang?" Dumbledore asked. Hermione had told him she
felt suspicion towards her, but he couldn't picture
Cho as someone who could actually allow Voldemort
access and endanger Ginny and Harry. 'He's taking
the appearance of Cedric,' Ron had told him, backing
up Hermione's accusations. 'The note..' But then, the
note could be a prank. Unless Draco was the one who sent
it. But, why would he do that?

"I just couldn't sleep," Cho replied mildly.
"It's getting harder to sleep here after... well...
after Cedric died." Her eyes lowered towards her lap,
her hands actually trembling. Dumbledore glanced
around at his collegues and saw pity and sorrow
in their eyes. There was just something wrong with
this picture...

"And you have always gone to the trophy room
whenever you felt... restless?" McGonagall asked, her
sharp eyes narrowed. She, too, felt something amiss.

Cho nodded. "Yes, Professor."

"And why would you go there?"

"The trophy that he earned is there. It helps
me remember him."

"He didn't earn it," Hermione snapped, her eyes
as narrowed as Professor McGonagall. "He was stupid
enough to die."

"Ms. Granger!"

"Face it. He died like a moron. What happened
to him, Cho? He just stood there like an idiot while
Voldemort zapped him with his magic. At least Harry
was smart enough to duck or fight back or do something
other then stand there and say, 'All right, you can
kill me now.'"

"Shut up!"

"Why Cho? It was a pity he died, though. I mean,
he had nothing to live up for. Other then look pretty,
he really wasn't much anything else."

Cho's chair was toppled, her hands clenched so
tightly to her sides that blood was seeping through.
Dumbledore stepped back as a sickening green began
glowing from her.

"What are you going to do, Cho? Cut off my
hair too and give it to Voldemort? Do you think Cedric
is still alive? Do you think that maybe, just maybe,
Voldemort is using you to get to Harry? To get to
Ginny!? What do YOU think Cho!"

But then Cho collapsed, her hands covering her
face and the green light gone. She was sobbing, her
shoulders and back shaking fiercely. "Cho?" Dumbledore
asked, walking foward but then was forced back as green
light from no where zapped towards her. Bright light
flashed through the room, followed by a scream, and by
the time everyone refocused their eyes, Cho was gone.

Frantic mutters raced through the room, the
new council glancing wildly about in search of her.
"Where is she?" "Was that Voldemort?" The muttering
increased until Dumbledore sent sparks out from his
wand.

"Protection wards are going to be re-doubled.
Snape, we'll need the potion as soon as you can make
it." Snape nodded, walking briskly out of the room.

Someone warm came to Harry's side and when he glanced
around, Ginny had her arms wrapped around his arm. She
was looking at him, her eyes wide and lips in a wide
comforting smile. Harry reached towards her hair,
touching the part where her hair was cut. He wished it
grew back so that she would not be reminded of it. Her
smile grew, and it was infectious, for then he began
smiling along.

"Ginny?"

"Hmm?"

He opened his mouth, but then closed it. He knew
he wanted to tell her something, but nothing came to mind
and then his hand fell back to his side. Instead of saying
what was bothering him, which he didn't even know what was
bothering him, he asked, "Did you get a good sleep?"

She grinned, glancing towards the floor. "Yeah.
Thanks for staying, Harry."

Harry looked at her, once more that feeling of
losing one's senses coming. Gently, he raised her chin
so that her eyes looked towards his. Her lips were
full and pink, curved up into a grin and an urge of
brushing his lips to hers and never pulling away engulfed
his every senses. Shaking himself, he pulled away,
realizing how his head had lowered, closer then Ron
would have approved of, towards her face.

Ron was giving him the look, saying that he
wanted to speak about something urgent. Something
that might have happened if Harry hadn't regained some
of his senses. Clearing his throat, and trying to
get the picture of Ginny's lips out of his head, he
nodded. To which question, he wasn't sure.


to be continued....

Oh, n a little questionnaire. Should Cho
die? I'm not sure whether I should have had her
zapped, or I just have her sent to Voldie n then he
would make other uses for her n then she could
repent n stuff. N, wut bout Draco? Should I make
his memories come back? Should I make him part of
the gang to help stop Voldie? Or should he just stay
under that memory charm thing? The questions,
the questions. Tell me wut u think!