See Amid The Winter's Snow.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling and the title comes from the Christmas carol. And before you ask, they'll be about two more chapters and yes, they will be named after Christmas carols. Don't ask me why, I'm just plain weird with titles.
"Harry?" Ginny whispered, trembling slightly. The diamond remained the way diamonds are. She put the bracelet back in the box and shut the drawer. Had that been a vision? Professor Trelawny had always said she was indefinitely the best pupil she had ever taught. Not that Ginny bothered with Divination anymore, she had always been too busy, although her life seemed bare, stripped of love.
Maybe they might have something on vision bracelets in the library, or Hermione. She sighed and slipped into a restless sleep.
"Sorry dear, your articles haven't really spiced up over the last month, so I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to sack you," the editor peered over her glasses. "Here are your last wages. Good bye."
Stupid woman, Ginny thought furiously as she pocketed her wages and swept from the office. I was too good for them anyway. And I never really liked that job. But god knows what her mother would say or do.
Still fuming, she walked into a newsagent in Diagon Ally and bought a Daily Prophet. Flicking through the pages until she reached the unemployment section.
"Needed one maid, wages will be discussed. Needs to be good a house cleaning, cooking and be good with children," she read aloud. "A secretary needed for Yvonne Keys, under the Department of Magical Creatures. Wage will be discussed. Qualifications needed are..." She stopped reading and considered it.
"I think I'll enjoy my freedom for a while."
She disapparated and appeared back in her house. She paused at her desk and pulled out a quill and piece of parchment.
Harry, she wrote,
I know you're out there. I love you with all my heart.
Love Ginny.
"Hedwig!" she called and attached the note to her leg. "I know you'll find him, look beside the sea." She kissed the owl's head. "Come back as quick as you can." He won't be out the country, he'll be somewhere in Britain. And all I need to do is wait.
She looked at the window, snow was slowing fluttering down, landing on the hazard, very icy streets. In three weeks, Harry and Tom and Carolyn would have died. But Harry was somewhere out there, he was alive.
She put her head on her arms and waited. After five hours she opened the secret drawer and stared steadily at the diamond. After a few minutes, when she was giving up all hope, the mist started clearing in the diamond, it became clear.
Hedwig was flying, steadily decreasing in height. The snow was still falling, Ginny could make out the sea, waves form flying high into the air. She flew into the barely furnished room Ginny had seen yesterday. She saw Hedwig hoot in joy and land on Harry's shoulder, nibbling his ear.
"Hello darling, back again?" she heard Harry mutter, and his fingers untied the letter. "She said that for the past two years, she just sends these out on rituals, doesn't she?"
Hedwig hooted again and it seemed like she shook her head.
"I wish I could tell her how much I love her, but it's impossible. No one is supposed to know I'm alive except Dumbledore. Just look after her, Hedwig."
The mist thickened and the diamond returned to normal.
"Why didn't I think?" she wondered, angrily aloud. "Why the hell didn't I remember how close Harry and Dumbledore were? Talk about staring the answer in the face. Idiot Ginny, you are such an idiot."
Nothing entrancing about reading the next chapter, except why is Harry staying away? Why has he faked his death? And why does only Dumbledore know where he is? And what exactly is that bracelet?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling and the title comes from the Christmas carol. And before you ask, they'll be about two more chapters and yes, they will be named after Christmas carols. Don't ask me why, I'm just plain weird with titles.
"Harry?" Ginny whispered, trembling slightly. The diamond remained the way diamonds are. She put the bracelet back in the box and shut the drawer. Had that been a vision? Professor Trelawny had always said she was indefinitely the best pupil she had ever taught. Not that Ginny bothered with Divination anymore, she had always been too busy, although her life seemed bare, stripped of love.
Maybe they might have something on vision bracelets in the library, or Hermione. She sighed and slipped into a restless sleep.
"Sorry dear, your articles haven't really spiced up over the last month, so I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to sack you," the editor peered over her glasses. "Here are your last wages. Good bye."
Stupid woman, Ginny thought furiously as she pocketed her wages and swept from the office. I was too good for them anyway. And I never really liked that job. But god knows what her mother would say or do.
Still fuming, she walked into a newsagent in Diagon Ally and bought a Daily Prophet. Flicking through the pages until she reached the unemployment section.
"Needed one maid, wages will be discussed. Needs to be good a house cleaning, cooking and be good with children," she read aloud. "A secretary needed for Yvonne Keys, under the Department of Magical Creatures. Wage will be discussed. Qualifications needed are..." She stopped reading and considered it.
"I think I'll enjoy my freedom for a while."
She disapparated and appeared back in her house. She paused at her desk and pulled out a quill and piece of parchment.
Harry, she wrote,
I know you're out there. I love you with all my heart.
Love Ginny.
"Hedwig!" she called and attached the note to her leg. "I know you'll find him, look beside the sea." She kissed the owl's head. "Come back as quick as you can." He won't be out the country, he'll be somewhere in Britain. And all I need to do is wait.
She looked at the window, snow was slowing fluttering down, landing on the hazard, very icy streets. In three weeks, Harry and Tom and Carolyn would have died. But Harry was somewhere out there, he was alive.
She put her head on her arms and waited. After five hours she opened the secret drawer and stared steadily at the diamond. After a few minutes, when she was giving up all hope, the mist started clearing in the diamond, it became clear.
Hedwig was flying, steadily decreasing in height. The snow was still falling, Ginny could make out the sea, waves form flying high into the air. She flew into the barely furnished room Ginny had seen yesterday. She saw Hedwig hoot in joy and land on Harry's shoulder, nibbling his ear.
"Hello darling, back again?" she heard Harry mutter, and his fingers untied the letter. "She said that for the past two years, she just sends these out on rituals, doesn't she?"
Hedwig hooted again and it seemed like she shook her head.
"I wish I could tell her how much I love her, but it's impossible. No one is supposed to know I'm alive except Dumbledore. Just look after her, Hedwig."
The mist thickened and the diamond returned to normal.
"Why didn't I think?" she wondered, angrily aloud. "Why the hell didn't I remember how close Harry and Dumbledore were? Talk about staring the answer in the face. Idiot Ginny, you are such an idiot."
Nothing entrancing about reading the next chapter, except why is Harry staying away? Why has he faked his death? And why does only Dumbledore know where he is? And what exactly is that bracelet?