A/N:

Oh, guess what? There's actually romance in here!
::gasp:: Then again, that's not till the end of this
part ^-^ A new concept is being at play here. Tell me
if you want it to be continued/progressed. Let's just say
the new concept is dealing with Harry and Ginny.

Usual disclaimers apply.

Revelations- Part 4
by Iris Marie


"You like my sister, don't you?" Ron asked, pacing
slightly. Their dormitory was temporarily deserted since
Seamus, Dean, and Neville were all in the common room, doing
their homework.

"Why wouldn't I like your sister? She's nice."

Ron's eyes narrowed. "I mean you like her the way
I like Hermione. You almost kissed her right in front of
me!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did, Harry!" Ron paused, looking around
the room and then sat down on his bed. "She's a year younger
then you. Can't you just-" But then he paused, staring down
at his clenched hands and then opening them. "She's my
younger sister..."

"Look, Ron-"

"No... She always did like you, I hope you know,"
he said, looking at his friend and grinning. "I always
told myself that the first boy who ever lays his lips, or
anything else on her, and breaks her heart, I'd hurt him
really, really bad."

"I don't want to break her heart," Harry said.
"I... I don't know if I even like her like that. All I
want to do right now is make sure that I stay alive, and
she does, too. I don't know what Voldemort can do with
the lock of hair, but I doubt it'd be good. And right
now, Ron, that's all I want to do. Just keep her and
everyone else safe from him... so he won't hurt anyone else
the way he had hurt Cedric and Cho and Draco..."

Ron nodded, laying on his back and folding his
arms behind his head. "Hermi wants to go and investigate
the trophy room. She's talking about a way to reverse
the spell that Draco's under."

Harry fell silent, remembering how he had grabbed
the bottle away and smashed it. Draco wasn't trying to hurt
Cho, he was trying to help. And what did helping bring
him to? "Tonight?"

"Yeah, tonight."

------

Ginny glanced wildly about, the darkness once more
surrounding her vision. The dreams had doubled now, the
voice that was in her head becoming bolder. She gripped
her wand to her breast, knowing that trying to conjure a
fire to see was worthless, much as anything else.

-Soon, Ginny, soon...- The voice muttered gleefully.
-Soon you will see what happens to the weak.-

"This is just a dream," Ginny said, covering her
ears, but the voice did not become quieter. "You're not
real. You're just a figment of my imagination!"

-Am I, Ginny? Can something not real do this?-

And then a wave of pain crashed through her and
her wand glowed white. She stared at it, shocked that it
had now finally responded. The voice, however, seemed
to not care.

-Oh, what a useless thing that wand of yours is.
I suppose it just shows to all how weak its master is.-
It paused then, and Ginny felt a force rush towards the
wand and hit her backwards. She gave out a cry as she
felt a cut on her lip. Her wand was now hovering in front
of her, as if it was being inspected. -Yes, a worthless
little thing like it's master.- Then it was thrown at
her.

"We'll see what happens when... when..."

-When what? No, you don't know when the time
will come. No, how could you? A little, lost girl who
can't even save herself from me. How do you think you
can save yourself from anything else? No, you're as
worthless and a waste of time as the rest.-

"I'm NOT worthless and I'm NOT a waste of
time! You're the one who's worthless! You don't
even have a figure, do you? What do you do anyways?
Inhabit someone's body and live off of them? What
are you some parasite or something!?" Her wand glowed
brighter and then it went straight back towards
her. "I'm NOT weak! I'm Ginny Weasley!" And then
blinding light flashed through the area and when
Ginny opened her eyes, she was in a grassy field
with trees of gold scattered about.

"You've passed," a soft voice muttered.
Standing in the middle of the field was an image of
an older version of herself. "Congratulations."

"Where am I?"

"Well, you're still in Hogwarts, in your bed
asleep."

"I don't-"

"Shhh... it's all right, Ginny. You've passed,
that's all that matters." The image then raised it's
hands and hovering inbetween them was a white lily.
"What do you think this is?"

"A flower?"

"Look closer." And then Ginny saw a woman with
blazing red hair and bright green eyes. Eyes that looked
so familiar. Once she saw the lady, however, the image
disappeared.

"Was that Harry's mother?"

"Yes. In the beginning, she sacrificed her own
life to save her child. Harry couldn't be hurt by
Voldemort, but now, everything's changed. By Voldemort
gaining his blood when he ascended, Harry is no longer
immune to his powers." The figure paused, and then it's
hand took hers and pressed the flower inbetween her
palm. "Give this flower to him, Ginny. Wrap it about
his wand and make sure it never leaves his side. Now,
I believe it's time to wake up."

"No. Wait! I don't-" But then the field of
green and golden trees were disappearing and with a
jerk, she was back in her room. Something fell from her
chest as she sat up and when she glanced towards her
lap, the white lily was there. "Harry," she thought
aloud and then she was grabbing her robes, running
down the stairs.

When she reached the common room, she scanned
the heads and didn't find him. Seeing as everyone
was so busy with their work, Ginny raced up the boy's
staircase and burst into Ron and Harry's room.

Ron immediately stood up about to yell
at her for coming into the boy's section, but then
he paused as he saw her anxious eyes. "I had a dream
and when I woke up I found this," she told them, already
in front of Harry. Taking his wand, she began to twine
the flower to it.

"What are you doing?"

"It told me to wrap this around his wand. It
said-"

"Ginny! What if it's another one of Voldemort's
tricks?" Ron asked, about to grab the flower away from
Harry's wand. But just as he tried to rip it off, the
flower glowed white and then it seemed to sink into
the wand. "What the-?"

And then Harry was gripping his scar, staring at
the flower in complete and utter astonishment. There was
another brief flash and on the petals was a glowing face of
his mother. She was smiling with love towards him, and
Harry felt his heart warm at the sight of her. Warm lips
swept his cheek and then he gave another jerk and the image was
gone. He reached towards his cheek, his eyes already gathering
tears. "Mum," he said softly, staring towards the wand to
see if she'd show herself again.

"Ginny?" he asked, looking towards her. She smiled
at him, still amazed at re-seeing his mother. She was a
beautiful woman, just as beautiful as her son. And Ginny
lowered her head, a blush creeping through her face. "Thank
you, Ginny."

"Your welcome." They stood, staring at one another and
Ron turned around, somewhat embarrassed. Also, somewhat
annoyed. It was STILL his younger sister. But, for once,
he kept his trap shut.

Harry snapped out of a somewhat trance, still
feeling his scar tingling. He touched it again, outlining
it's familiar ness. But, there was still something about
it that was different. But then the dormitory door
crashed open and Hermione was standing there, a frantic
look on her.

She ran towards Ginny, hugging her and then screaming.
"You could have TOLD me, you know! I walk into your room
and you're GONE! Do you know how-" But then Ron's long arms
encircled her from behind.

"Shh, Hermi-"

"Don't you tell me to shush up, Ron Weasley! I
had a heart attack! And what is up with you two? Ginny,
are you all right? Harry? What did I miss!?"

Ron chuckled, hugging her tighter to him. "I'll
tell you eventually."

"Eventually!? I-"

But Ron put a hand to her lips. "And you say I
talk too much," he whispered and then Hermi grinned,
finally relaxing.

Harry and Ginny stood there, watching as thier
friends stayed in each other's arms. Both wishing they
had that, but not openly admitting it.

"Well, whatever did happen, I just came back
from Dumbledore's office. We don't need to go to the
trophy room tonight. Filch saw his cat playing with
a snakeskin, and Snape had already made the potion
to reverse the spell that was cast onto Draco. They're
waking him up this instant."

"We should go apologize," Ginny said. "We were
the ones who broke the potion he was holding."

"What do you think the potion was supposed to
do?"

Hermione shrugged. "All I know is that they're
going to ask Malfoy that once he regains his memories.
Supposedly, Snape is confused on what the potion was
meant for, and he doesn't know what the potion was."

"Do you think he'd talk?"

Hermi lowered her head. "He'll have to. I mean,
where else, or what else, can he do?"

--------

Voldemort watched as Peter ran the locks through
the cauldron, dipping it once, and then bringing back
up. Nagini was happily twisting in coils on his chair
and he stroked the scales gently.

"Are you almost done, Peter?" Voldemort hissed,
watching as the scrawny man shook in fear. His loyal
Death Eater's were sneering at the cowering man, and
Voldemort thought what he would do with him once his
work was done. Nagini, as if knowing what it's master
was thinking, hissed hungrily and Voldemort laughed.

Lucius Malfoy bowed to him, then stood. "What
are you going to do with the matter of my son?" He asked,
his blue eyes cold and emotionless. "I've heard that they
are restoring his memory."

"Oh, what do you think I should do with him?"

Lucius hesitated, the first time he had ever
done so. "He would make a great spy, wouldn't you think?
In trying to help them, they are now letting him into
their circle of trust."

But, Voldemort shook his head, his hand again
trailing the length of his snake. "By that simple act
he showed his traitor side, and the punishment, by all
means, you should know."

Lucius nodded once more and then began to walk
back to his place. Before he could, however, Voldemort
called his name. "Yes, Master?"

"Are you going soft on me?"

Lucius frowned, his face still cast in an
emotionless mask. "Never, Master."

"Good." And then he turned back to Peter, who
was once more dipping the two locks of hair in the
cauldron. Voldemort, taking out his wand, smiled as
he pictured Lucius' child now sitting up on a hospital
bed and speaking wildly to Dumbledore. 'His fault,' he
thought, thinking of when they were to finally invade
Hogwarts and kill not only the scrawny brat, but the
two other scrawny brats as well.

"What of the Weasley girl?" He remembered his
Death Eater's ask, confused as to why he had asked for
her hair, too. The answer, of course, was quite simple.
There was something dormant in her, some power that she
did not know about. Some magic that interconnected with
Potter's. But what exactly, Voldemort was unsure of,
and by tomorrow night, he will find out.


----

Ginny sat on the common room couch, the feeling
of dread befalling her. Her heart quickened as she stared
into the flames, her hands clammy with perspiration. And
then, once more, the flames were being parted and in that
small black void, she saw Harry, his wand held high above
him, a lily blackened on the ground. She saw Draco being
seized by Death-Eater's and watched as Dumbledore fell to
his knees.

Hogwarts was on fire in the distance, screams of
agony and death pervading through the air. And then, she
saw herself, her body on the floor in the middle of the
woods, not moving.

Ginny tried to wrench her eyes away from the view,
but then she was back to where Harry was, his wand now on
fire. Voldemort was laughing in victory and then he
raised his wand and fired.

"GINNY!"

She woke up and what she stared into were emerald
eyes, wide with concern. She sputtered and then choked,
standing up and then falling. The common room was deserted,
all except her and Harry. "What? Where? Huh?"

"You were crying," he said and his hand was laid
upon her cheek, wiping the unknown tears away. "Are you
all right? What happened?"

She was speechless for a moment, glancing at the
clock and seeing it was past midnight. "I-" But then she
paused, repicturing Hogwarts on fire, Dumbledore on the
floor, the picture of Voldemort giving a blast towards
Harry who couldn't use his wand. And then, despite her
will to not cry and to stay in control, she burst into
tears, telling him of the first time she saw Voldemort
with an unknown person in front of him. That's when she
told him what she just now saw. And through it all, he
had his arms wrapped around her, rocking her, soothing
her, in a way that only made her cry harder.

When the sobs subsided, and she blew her nose
on a tissue he offered. "Ginny, hey, it's all right."

"But, it's going to happen, Harry! You're wand
wasn't working and the lily I gave you was burnt on the
floor! Hogwarts was on fire and Dumbledore and I...
Dumbledore and I were... were..." She trailed off,
repicturing her form in the middle of woods, not
moving and perhaps never to again. Of Dumbledore actually
losing...

"Then we'll figure out a way to make sure that
it doesn't happen," he whispered comfortingly, once more
cupping her chin and raising her head. Her eyes were
still teary, but it seemed as if a great burden was
lifted from her, and by the fact that he was the reason
why it had, caused a warm feeling envelope him. "Nothing
like that will happen, Ginny. I promise that I would never
allow anything to hurt you."

Ginny, shocked by his words, stared at him.
"Harry...?"

But then he leaned in and before anyone of them
could give it a second thought, their lips met. Blazing white
light engulfed the two, Harry's wand now being twined with
her own. And when the light had disappeared, Harry was
holding her hand, his heart raging wildly against his
ribcage.

Something so ancient, so new and pure, bonded the
two that moment. Something so raw in magic that the
centaurs looked up to the sky, shocked and mesmerized
as the stars seemed to glow brighter. And as Dumbledore
raced to the Gryffindor common room Harry and Ginny
continued to hold hands, not wanting to break the new
link that had formed between them. A link that could
not be anything else, but a soul mates.

to be continued....

All right, I put soul mates in there. Don't know
where that came from, but for the next part, they have to
be for numerous reasons. Liked it, hate it? Just r/r.
Should I keep that soul mate principle up? And if you're
wondering how the two could be soul mates and not realize
it till now, the next part will explain with the big battle
scene. Are any of you anxious? What IS going to happening?

And I know. There's that weird soul mate thing with a
14 year old girl and a 15 years old guy. It's so early for
them, so sue me. If you really want to, you can imagine them
to be 20 or something.

Please r/r! Tell me what you want to see in the
next part. (Or changed) I can STILL, you know, take out
the soul mate thing.