Harry Potter and the Medallion of Destruction.
Chapter 5: Ginny
On the Hogwarts Express the next night, Harry felt sort of hot and Hermione and Ron were in a different compartment arguing. Harry just wanted to be alone for a while. He silently walked into their compartment and found them both kissing, he then noticed it was a bad time and silently walked out of the compartment. He noticed Ginny was sitting there. "Hi, Gin what's up?" he asked. "Oh nothing." she answered. He sat down next to her and he noticed he was blushing. He noticed he might be growing feelings for Ginny. He smiled at her and she blushed. He couldn't help it. He noticed then that he had a lot of feelings for her. Although he wouldn't admit it until later. Harry leaned towards her slowly so she wouldn't notice. When they got off the train he couldn't stand getting away from her again. She was just so pretty. "Alrigh` `Arry? ya seem red." said a familiar booming voice. It was Hagrid. "Yes I'm fine, Hagrid. How's everything going. he answered. "Fine, thanks `Arry, Me Magil Creatures Classes 'ill be great this year." Hagrid's low booming voice said. "That's good, Hagrid." he said to him. "Well, you might as well be going now. you won't want to miss the sorting will 'ya?" he asked. "Of course not. Bye Hagrid." he said. Harry ran off towards the great hall doors since he was late and ran into the sorting. It had just started. He took a seat in the middle of Ron and Hermione. He then remembered what he had seen them doing. Harry then scanned the table for Ginny. "Welcome to our Sorting for this year. First years when I call your name please come up to the stool and put the hat on your head." said Professor Mcgonogall. They all looked relieved just as Harry did when he saw the Sorting Hat when just before he saw it he thought he would be taking some sort of test in his first year. He was sorted into Gryffindor and almost Slytherin. He then remembered what Dumbledore had told him that he wanted to be in Gryffindor and that made him different.
::Flashback::
"Voldermort put a bit of himself into me?" Harry said, thunderstruck.
"It certainly seems so."
"So I should be in Slytherin," Harry said, looking desperately into Dumbledore's face. "The Sorting Hat could see Slytherin's power in me, and it-"
"Put you in Gryffindor," said Dumbledore calmly. "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many qualities Salazar Slytherin prized in his hand picked students. His own very rare gift, Parseltongue-resourcefulness- determination-a certain disregard for rules." he added, his mustache quivering again. "Yet the sorting hat placed you in Gryffindor. You know why that was. Think."
"It only put me in Gryffindor," said Harry in a defeated voice, "because I asked not to go in Slytherin...."
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, beaming once more. "Which makes you very different from Tom Riddle. It is our choices,Harry, that show who we truly are, far more than our abilities."
He watched the Sorting go by as the first sorted into a house was "Dylans, Erik" into Ravenclaw. Next was "Jordan,Dashawn" who was the first Gryffindor. He had bright blue eyes and was black. Harry knew he was Lee Jordan's little brother since He looked meddlesome and he looked a lot like Fred and George Weasley about to pull a prank. "Hello," said Harry. "how are you today?" The boy didn't answer. "Sort of rude, aye?" said Ron. "He seems like he's up to something," Harry answered. Soon they figured out what. He was exactly the same type as Fred and George. He took an animal cracker and slipped it into one of the Slytherin's goblets. It exploded with a bang and everyone laughed except for the Slytherins and the staff. "Welcome to a whole new year at Hogwarts. One of our new professors is Professor Arabella Figg. She will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher" he said calmly. Harry took one look at her and almost died of shock. The color drained from his face. She was the old lady who used to take care of Harry when the Dursleys went somewhere. The one who's house smelled like cats, and the one who always used to give him stale cake. Harry coughed loudly and Mrs. Figg grinned at him.
***
That night after Harry had a tremendous feast he went to sleep at exactly the same time he flopped into bed. Amazingly enough Ron and Hermione hadn't talked to him through the whole thing, let alone talked to each other. Harry remembered their kiss in the compartment and burst out laughing. He was glad to be back at Hogwarts.
Chapter 5: Ginny
On the Hogwarts Express the next night, Harry felt sort of hot and Hermione and Ron were in a different compartment arguing. Harry just wanted to be alone for a while. He silently walked into their compartment and found them both kissing, he then noticed it was a bad time and silently walked out of the compartment. He noticed Ginny was sitting there. "Hi, Gin what's up?" he asked. "Oh nothing." she answered. He sat down next to her and he noticed he was blushing. He noticed he might be growing feelings for Ginny. He smiled at her and she blushed. He couldn't help it. He noticed then that he had a lot of feelings for her. Although he wouldn't admit it until later. Harry leaned towards her slowly so she wouldn't notice. When they got off the train he couldn't stand getting away from her again. She was just so pretty. "Alrigh` `Arry? ya seem red." said a familiar booming voice. It was Hagrid. "Yes I'm fine, Hagrid. How's everything going. he answered. "Fine, thanks `Arry, Me Magil Creatures Classes 'ill be great this year." Hagrid's low booming voice said. "That's good, Hagrid." he said to him. "Well, you might as well be going now. you won't want to miss the sorting will 'ya?" he asked. "Of course not. Bye Hagrid." he said. Harry ran off towards the great hall doors since he was late and ran into the sorting. It had just started. He took a seat in the middle of Ron and Hermione. He then remembered what he had seen them doing. Harry then scanned the table for Ginny. "Welcome to our Sorting for this year. First years when I call your name please come up to the stool and put the hat on your head." said Professor Mcgonogall. They all looked relieved just as Harry did when he saw the Sorting Hat when just before he saw it he thought he would be taking some sort of test in his first year. He was sorted into Gryffindor and almost Slytherin. He then remembered what Dumbledore had told him that he wanted to be in Gryffindor and that made him different.
::Flashback::
"Voldermort put a bit of himself into me?" Harry said, thunderstruck.
"It certainly seems so."
"So I should be in Slytherin," Harry said, looking desperately into Dumbledore's face. "The Sorting Hat could see Slytherin's power in me, and it-"
"Put you in Gryffindor," said Dumbledore calmly. "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have many qualities Salazar Slytherin prized in his hand picked students. His own very rare gift, Parseltongue-resourcefulness- determination-a certain disregard for rules." he added, his mustache quivering again. "Yet the sorting hat placed you in Gryffindor. You know why that was. Think."
"It only put me in Gryffindor," said Harry in a defeated voice, "because I asked not to go in Slytherin...."
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, beaming once more. "Which makes you very different from Tom Riddle. It is our choices,Harry, that show who we truly are, far more than our abilities."
He watched the Sorting go by as the first sorted into a house was "Dylans, Erik" into Ravenclaw. Next was "Jordan,Dashawn" who was the first Gryffindor. He had bright blue eyes and was black. Harry knew he was Lee Jordan's little brother since He looked meddlesome and he looked a lot like Fred and George Weasley about to pull a prank. "Hello," said Harry. "how are you today?" The boy didn't answer. "Sort of rude, aye?" said Ron. "He seems like he's up to something," Harry answered. Soon they figured out what. He was exactly the same type as Fred and George. He took an animal cracker and slipped it into one of the Slytherin's goblets. It exploded with a bang and everyone laughed except for the Slytherins and the staff. "Welcome to a whole new year at Hogwarts. One of our new professors is Professor Arabella Figg. She will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher" he said calmly. Harry took one look at her and almost died of shock. The color drained from his face. She was the old lady who used to take care of Harry when the Dursleys went somewhere. The one who's house smelled like cats, and the one who always used to give him stale cake. Harry coughed loudly and Mrs. Figg grinned at him.
***
That night after Harry had a tremendous feast he went to sleep at exactly the same time he flopped into bed. Amazingly enough Ron and Hermione hadn't talked to him through the whole thing, let alone talked to each other. Harry remembered their kiss in the compartment and burst out laughing. He was glad to be back at Hogwarts.