Just Because

by: Serena-chan



A/N: Hey peeps! I'm baaaack!!!!! Just thought I'd write a little something in honor of the new HP movie that opened yesterday!!!!!!!! I have no clue why I'm calling this story "Just Because" but if you can think of a better title PLEASE TELL ME!!!! I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS THING!!!!!!!!!!!

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Harry was standing beside the lake in the Weasley's yeard chatting with Ron. It was a quiet peaceful day, hardly a cloud in the sky and the summer sun pouring warmly down on them.

Ron was chattering excitedly away about how the Chudley Cannons had just won a new match and wondering what tactics they would use for their next match.

Harry wasn't paying much attension to Ron, (which is understandable, considering that he had been going on for about an hour now...) instead, he looked out over the lake, his mind wondering.

Dumbledoor had finally consented to let him visit the Weasley's over the summer holidays. Now, there was only one month until the start of school, and he and Ron were spending the days chatting by the lake, playing Quiditch, and discussing plans for their fifth year as a Hogwarts student.

"Harry!" Ron's annoyed voice jerked him from his thoughts. "You aren't even listening to me!"

"Sorry." said Harry, "but can't we talk about something else? You've been going on for about an hour now! Now, I like the Chudley Cannons as much as you do but-"

Harry's voice had gotten louder as he spoke and it apparently had gotten too loud because he was interupted by an outraged voice above their heads shouting, "Will you be quiet!"

He and Ron turned their heads upward to find a very angry Ginny, perched up in a tree with her sketch book in her lap.

"Honestly, I don't know why you can't be quiet for more than one..." her voice trailed off as she noticed that it was Harry she was shouting at and not her brother. "Oh!" she cried in a strangled voice, "Was that you Harry? I'm so sorry for shouting! I was just working on a sketch when you startled me! I didn't know it was you! I thought..." She went rambling on, her face flushing redder than her hair.

"It's alright Ginny!" said Harry, stopping her stuttered appologies, "You didn't do anything wrong. We'll be quiet now. Promise!"

"A-Alright." Ginny managed to sputter as she hid her face with her sketch book.

"Stupid girl," muttered Ron softly, "she wouldn't be nearly that nice if it was me."

Harry looked up at Ginny who had resumed drawing. She looked really pretty, he realized. She was gazing intently at her hand gliding the pencil across the paper, making each little mark with such detailed concentration that she looked as though she thought it would blow up if one mark was out of place. Her red hair, which hung just below her shoulders, was pushed back behind her ear on one side with the other side spilling down around her face. Her light hazel eyes seemed to have the slightest glints of dark brown and light gold all at once.

Harry looked away quickly, wondering what had caused his heart to speed up at such an alarming rate. Is it because of Ginny? No, of course not. She's just Ron's little sister after all.

Ginny turned to a new page in her sketch book and quickly let her pencil fly across the page. She had to draw quickly, because if he moved it would be ruined. A few minutes later, she emerged from her state of concentration triumphant. She gazed at the paper before her. There sat Harry, gazing out at the lake with that thoughtful, dreamy look in his eyes that she loved so much.

Sighing happily, she turned her attension back to the real thing. It was then that she noticed the change that had taken place in him during the few minutes that she had been engrossed in drawing. Skin was a lot paler than usual. In fact, it was a strange grayish color all except for his cheeks which were very red. She leaned forward and watched

What's wrong with him? He seemed fine a minute ago...

Harry noticed suddenly that he was not feeling very well. His stomach was lurching around as though it were trying to figure out a way to separate itself from him. His head pounded and he felt extremely hot.

He fanned himself shakily with his hand remarking to Ron, "Awful hot out here isn't it."

"Not peticularly, why?" asked Ron, turning to look at him.

"Nothing." murmered Harry, standing. This was a definite mistake because his head throbbed harder than before and everything began to swirl around him. The last thing he heard was Ron calling his name and Ginny screaming before everything went black.