Just Because
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Well, I finally decided how I wanted this chapter to go...so, on with chapter four!!!
Ginny's dream: will be in *******
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"It's the death eaters!" Ginny cried, "They've attacked the Chudley Cannon match!"
"What?!" Harry shouted. Wordlessly, Ginny handed him the letter. Harry read:
Ginny,
There's been an attack by the death eaters. It was during the game.
They came in and started using curses. It's all over, now. Your father's been injuered. He was trying to help a little boy leave the stands when a curse hit him in the leg. He's in the hospital now being taken care of. The rest of us are safe and fine. The ministry is here and they're taking care of things. So, we won't be home tonight due to your father's condition. I'm sorry to leave you for so long, but there's nothing I can do. Just take good care of Harry, and we'll be back as soon as we can. If anything goes wrong, send me an owl immediatly!
Love you,
Mother
Harry put down the letter and looked over at Ginny, and his heart tore in two at what he saw. She was sitting quietly by the window, gazing out at the remaining sunset and early stars. Her eyes shone brightly with held back tears. She had the saddest look on her face. Harry would have given all his gold in Gringotts to see her smile again.
"Ginny." Harry called softly, not being able to take it any longer. When she looked over at him, he opened his arms out to her. She looked uncertainly at him for a minute before bursting fully into tears and rushing into his arms.
She clung to him and cried silently into his shoulder. He held her tightly to him. Whispering that everything would be alright. After a few moments of debating, he placed a light kiss on her forhead. She seemed to calm down considerably after that.
She pulled away from him slightly, still sniffing, "I'm sorry," she murmered, "now I've gotten your shirt all wet."
"It'll dry." He assured her.
He gazed into her eyes for what seemed like eternity. She had the most amazing eyes he had ever seen. Ginny found herself giving him stare for stare. Admiring his beatiful green eyes.
The clock striking 9:00pm snapped her back into reality. "Well, a fine job I'm doing." She said sarcasticly, "I'm supposed be the one taking care of you!" Reluctantly, she pulled herself from his embrace.
"You're doing just fine, Gin." Harry said.
"Well, I'd better go do the dishes." She murmered, taking the tray and heading for the kitchen.
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Later that night, Ginny lay asleep in bed. She was dreaming of her father, far away and injured...
***Arthur Weasley was laying on a cot inside the hospital. His leg was bandaged, and his skin had a sick green cast to it. The only noise that filled the room was the beats on the heart monitor. They were steady. She walked over to the bed, tears stinging her eyes.
"Daddy," she whispered softly, "please get better!"
Suddenly her father's eyes opened and he was looking up at her. He smiled and took her hand. "Ginny," he said, "don't worry about me. I'll recover and be alright. You have much more important things to worry about."
"Your father is right." A voice behind her said. She whirled around to find Professor Dumbledoor standing in the doorway. "Your father will recover," He said slowly, "but Harry may not. It's all up to you. Harry will die if you don't help him soon."
"What?!" Ginny said in alarm.
"Harry will die," Dumbledoor repeated, "if you don't help him soon. As we are speaking, his fever is rising, and he is in great danger. Voldemort will not give him up without a fight. You are the only one who can save him because your love for him is so strong, and love is the strongest weapon we can use against the Dark Wizard."
The Ginny in her dream shook her head, "I don't understand."
"You will." Dumbledoor promised, "You must go to him now. Use every cure you know. If all else fails, you will find a black book on your bed. In it you will find a very powerful spell. Do not hesitate to use it, but only as a last resort. The book will not appear until you have no more options left. Do you understand?"
The dream Ginny nodded and everything seemed to melt around her...***
She woke up shaking. It was still dark outside, and the clock on the table beside her bed revealed it to be 1:00am.
Was the dream real? Was Harry really in danger? Ginny tried to tell herself that it was just a dream and that Harry would be fine, but she couldn't get rid of this nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Getting out of bed and pulling an old robe on over her pink nightgown, she ran barefoot down the stairs and into the living room. She drew her breath in sharply at what she saw. Harry lay there, his face flushed very red, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his covers tangled around him from tossing around.
He moaned softly as she approached him. She touched his face and drew her hand back quickly in surprise. He was burning hot. His fever was dangerously high. She had to do something.
Rushing into the kitchen, she refilled the water pitched with ice water and brought it back. Wetting the cloth, she wiped his face and placed it on his forehead. Going back into the kitchen, she prepared several ice packs and set them around him, attempting to bring his temperature down.
She felt the cloth on his head and discovered that in the few seconds it had lay there, that it had already gone hot. She dipped it into the cold water once more. She repeated this several times, but his fever continued to rise.
She felt panicked. She didn't know what to do. If she didn't do something soon, he would die! Then, a memory of her dream shot into her head.
She raced up into her room, taking the steps two at a time. Swinging the door wide open, she plunged into the darkness of her room and turned the light on. On her bed lay a tattered black book, crumbling with age.
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A/N: Sorry to leave you guys with (yet another) cliffhanger, but I gotta ton of homework to do and my mom's really starting to get mad. Blame my teachers. Until next time! Bye! ~Serena-chan~
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Well, I finally decided how I wanted this chapter to go...so, on with chapter four!!!
Ginny's dream: will be in *******
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"It's the death eaters!" Ginny cried, "They've attacked the Chudley Cannon match!"
"What?!" Harry shouted. Wordlessly, Ginny handed him the letter. Harry read:
Ginny,
There's been an attack by the death eaters. It was during the game.
They came in and started using curses. It's all over, now. Your father's been injuered. He was trying to help a little boy leave the stands when a curse hit him in the leg. He's in the hospital now being taken care of. The rest of us are safe and fine. The ministry is here and they're taking care of things. So, we won't be home tonight due to your father's condition. I'm sorry to leave you for so long, but there's nothing I can do. Just take good care of Harry, and we'll be back as soon as we can. If anything goes wrong, send me an owl immediatly!
Love you,
Mother
Harry put down the letter and looked over at Ginny, and his heart tore in two at what he saw. She was sitting quietly by the window, gazing out at the remaining sunset and early stars. Her eyes shone brightly with held back tears. She had the saddest look on her face. Harry would have given all his gold in Gringotts to see her smile again.
"Ginny." Harry called softly, not being able to take it any longer. When she looked over at him, he opened his arms out to her. She looked uncertainly at him for a minute before bursting fully into tears and rushing into his arms.
She clung to him and cried silently into his shoulder. He held her tightly to him. Whispering that everything would be alright. After a few moments of debating, he placed a light kiss on her forhead. She seemed to calm down considerably after that.
She pulled away from him slightly, still sniffing, "I'm sorry," she murmered, "now I've gotten your shirt all wet."
"It'll dry." He assured her.
He gazed into her eyes for what seemed like eternity. She had the most amazing eyes he had ever seen. Ginny found herself giving him stare for stare. Admiring his beatiful green eyes.
The clock striking 9:00pm snapped her back into reality. "Well, a fine job I'm doing." She said sarcasticly, "I'm supposed be the one taking care of you!" Reluctantly, she pulled herself from his embrace.
"You're doing just fine, Gin." Harry said.
"Well, I'd better go do the dishes." She murmered, taking the tray and heading for the kitchen.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Later that night, Ginny lay asleep in bed. She was dreaming of her father, far away and injured...
***Arthur Weasley was laying on a cot inside the hospital. His leg was bandaged, and his skin had a sick green cast to it. The only noise that filled the room was the beats on the heart monitor. They were steady. She walked over to the bed, tears stinging her eyes.
"Daddy," she whispered softly, "please get better!"
Suddenly her father's eyes opened and he was looking up at her. He smiled and took her hand. "Ginny," he said, "don't worry about me. I'll recover and be alright. You have much more important things to worry about."
"Your father is right." A voice behind her said. She whirled around to find Professor Dumbledoor standing in the doorway. "Your father will recover," He said slowly, "but Harry may not. It's all up to you. Harry will die if you don't help him soon."
"What?!" Ginny said in alarm.
"Harry will die," Dumbledoor repeated, "if you don't help him soon. As we are speaking, his fever is rising, and he is in great danger. Voldemort will not give him up without a fight. You are the only one who can save him because your love for him is so strong, and love is the strongest weapon we can use against the Dark Wizard."
The Ginny in her dream shook her head, "I don't understand."
"You will." Dumbledoor promised, "You must go to him now. Use every cure you know. If all else fails, you will find a black book on your bed. In it you will find a very powerful spell. Do not hesitate to use it, but only as a last resort. The book will not appear until you have no more options left. Do you understand?"
The dream Ginny nodded and everything seemed to melt around her...***
She woke up shaking. It was still dark outside, and the clock on the table beside her bed revealed it to be 1:00am.
Was the dream real? Was Harry really in danger? Ginny tried to tell herself that it was just a dream and that Harry would be fine, but she couldn't get rid of this nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Getting out of bed and pulling an old robe on over her pink nightgown, she ran barefoot down the stairs and into the living room. She drew her breath in sharply at what she saw. Harry lay there, his face flushed very red, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his covers tangled around him from tossing around.
He moaned softly as she approached him. She touched his face and drew her hand back quickly in surprise. He was burning hot. His fever was dangerously high. She had to do something.
Rushing into the kitchen, she refilled the water pitched with ice water and brought it back. Wetting the cloth, she wiped his face and placed it on his forehead. Going back into the kitchen, she prepared several ice packs and set them around him, attempting to bring his temperature down.
She felt the cloth on his head and discovered that in the few seconds it had lay there, that it had already gone hot. She dipped it into the cold water once more. She repeated this several times, but his fever continued to rise.
She felt panicked. She didn't know what to do. If she didn't do something soon, he would die! Then, a memory of her dream shot into her head.
She raced up into her room, taking the steps two at a time. Swinging the door wide open, she plunged into the darkness of her room and turned the light on. On her bed lay a tattered black book, crumbling with age.
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A/N: Sorry to leave you guys with (yet another) cliffhanger, but I gotta ton of homework to do and my mom's really starting to get mad. Blame my teachers. Until next time! Bye! ~Serena-chan~
