Disclaimer: If I didn't own them the first 7 chapters, what made you think
I would now?
A/N: Okay, this took me virtually forever, because school started. I've been incredibly busy - and I've got loads of homework and many, er, well, emotional things to sort out. Well anyway, this time instead of giving names of people to thank, I think this time I'd like to thank stories that have inspired me. (Although a BIG thanks to all my reviewers, ESPECIALLY SLYTHERIN GIRL! Oops, I promised no names, but I just couldn't help it!):
"I Won't Walk Away" - the first fan fic I ever read and truly loved.
"Their Room" - probably the greatest fan fic ever written.
"Terror in the Family, Comfort in His Love" - I think about it all the time, it's a true inspiration, and there are honestly no words to describe it.
"If Walls Could Talk" - it's just something about the ending that drives me insane, it's just so - well, I don't know what, but amazing is not nearly close enough.
"By My Side" - insanely sweet story that seems so surreal, yet the tragedies bring it to the real world.
"Hour of Grace" - amazingly original plot written in the most amazing way.
"We'll Always Have Paris" - it's something about the title. It's just so, sweet! It was absolutely brilliant - no other word for it, and I'm going to kill Melissa D. if she doesn't post a new chapter.
Much love to everyone!
Seeing is Believing
Harry thanked Rosmerta and grabbed the butterbeers. He carried them to a small round table on the left side of the pub where Ron and Ginny were waiting.
"Mmm!" Ron said smacking his lips.
Ginny smiled up at Harry as he handed her a mug of the foaming delicacy. "Thanks."
He nodded and seated himself beside Ron. "I wonder what 'Mione is up to," he said thoughtfully.
"Studying, I expect," Ron said, his mouth covered in froth.
"I guess."
"So," Ginny began, "All we have left is Honeyduke's, Dervish and Banges, and Zonko's, right?"
"Yep," Harry answered.
"Why don't we leave Zonko's for last?" Ron suggested. "That way we can spend time with Fred and George as well."
His sister nodded in agreement. "Definitely."
Ten minutes later, they left The Three Broomsticks and headed to Dervish and Banges. No one found anything of interest at the store, and opted for Honeyduke's next.
"Cockroach clusters!" Ron cried happily as he grabbed handfuls of the candy.
Harry was busy eyeing a strange looking powdery substance in cartons shaped like apples and oranges and the like, when a boy shoved past him and grabbed one shaped like a cherry. The little boy yanked it open and poured the powder down his throat.
"Blimey!" the boy exclaimed. "You're Harry Potter!"
Before Harry had a chance to react, the boy's head instantly turned into a cherry, and it seemed as though he was unable to speak.
"Ah, yes! Fruit mutes!" a familiar voice rang proudly. "Makes your head turn into a fruit and you won't be able to talk - perfect for those annoying talkative gits! Five sickles a piece!"
"George!" Ginny shouted and ran into her brother's arms.
"Hey," Harry greeted the young man as he and Ron joined the reunion. "What are you doing here?"
George grinned. "Top secret mission, Harry. Fred is over in Zonko's. You lot coming?"
Ron nodded fervently. As soon as they made their purchases (Ginny also grabbing Hermione's requests), George ushered them into the joke shop where an eager Fred awaited them.
"Aha!" Fred exclaimed as he descended down the wooden stairs. "Two nasty little siblings and one that might as well be our own."
Harry blushed at the warm welcome and began to look around.
"These," George said pointing to a large shelf, "are our pride and joy. Behold the future wonders of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes!"
"Now you're selling in Honeyduke's?" Ginny asked curiously.
Fred shrugged. "We're associated with them."
"What are - ", Ron was interrupted by a shrill scream.
"Ginny!" Harry yelled and rushed over to the girl's side just as she collapsed into a heap on the ground.
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Hermione ran all the way to the Hospital Wing. Not bothering to consult Madame Pomfrey, she rushed to Ginny's bed where Ron, Harry, and the twins were gathered.
Ginny smiled. "Hermione."
She studied the frail girl with the pale skin and asked, "Are you alright!?"
"I'm doing much better, actually."
Hermione turned to Harry. "What happened?"
He ran his hand through a head full of black, unruly hair, and let out a deep breath. "Okay, well, we were in Zonko's when Ginny fainted. Fred flooed over here to Madame Pomfrey and then she made Fred and Dumbledore wait in the hospital wing. Ron and I both flooed in as well, but George grabbed hold of Ginny and Apparated back."
"You can't Apparate into Hogwarts!" Hermione exclaimed incredulously.
"Actually, Miss Granger, you do know that the spell put on the school to prevent Apparation can be taken down, yes?" they heard the Headmaster gently inquire.
She blushed furiously. "Well - erm, yes, yes! Of course I did," she said quickly. She couldn't help but wonder why they would undo the Apparation preventer curse for Ginny - she didn't appear to be all that sick. Hermione scolded herself for being so inconsiderate.
Ginny cleared her throat. "Um, would you mind if I could have some time to talk to Hermione?"
All the men, both old and young, shook their heads and exited, drawing the curtains around her bed and around the two girls. Hermione took a seat next to the bed, and Ginny turned to her. "I need to tell you something."
Hermione nodded, urging her to continue.
"Well, I know some things I don't choose to know, but the reason I know them is because of something I have," Ginny explained.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"What I mean is, I-I-I'm, a Seer."
Her mouth dropped open. "You're a WHAT!?"
"Yes, I know," she said heaving a sigh. "At times it's wonderful, knowing what's going to happen to certain people, and, at times it's not."
Hermione nodded understandingly.
"I know about you and Draco," Ginny blurted.
She turned even redder than Ginny's hair. "How long?"
"Since the beginning."
Hermione was silent.
"I think you two are wonderful together," she said knowingly.
Hermione snorted. "And what do you suppose Harry and Ron would think? You're dead wrong if you think they'd accept us." Suddenly, a mixture of anger and fear washed over her.
"I am the only one who knows, and Dumbledore has my word - I will not tell anyone. The only way they would know is if you told them."
She considered this, and suddenly the anger and fear was swept aside and was instead replaced with thoughts, theories, and curiosity. "Then, did you faint because you were having a vision?"
Ginny nodded. "Yes. And it was terrible."
Her eyes grew wide with concern.
"But really, I'm fine. I would love to tell you, but like I said - I can't disclose any information, it would be wrong."
"I-I-I understand."
Ginny smiled. "I knew you would." She leaned over and hugged Hermione. The older girl began to shed tears, and quickly wiped them away.
"Ginny, you're wonderful."
"Not as wonderful as you."
Hermione grinned and kissed her forehead. "You can think that all you want." She rose from her seat and peered outside the curtains. "Well, everyone is waiting to see you. Oh, Mrs. Weasley!"
Molly ignored Hermione and ran through. "Oh Ginny, my baby!"
"Mum!" Ginny said rolling her eyes, as she became the unlucky recipient of her infamous bone-crushing hugs.
Mrs. Weasley turned to Hermione. "Sorry, dear, but a mother has to see her child!"
"Oh I completely understand!" And with that, Hermione left the infirmary, hoping that their Headmaster would inform at least Mrs. Weasley about her daughter's rare gift.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"A Seer, eh?" Draco was pacing in front of the fireplace as Hermione's eyes followed him. He stopped. "What do you suppose she saw that made her faint?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Something that has to do with Voldemort, I'm sure."
Draco flinched at the use of his father's role model's name. "That's a possibility," he muttered.
She patted the spot next to her and motioned for him to sit down. He heeded her request and furrowed his eyebrows. "This worries me."
"Oh?" She slid her arms around his neck.
He drew her closer and she was comfortably seated in his lap. "Yes, this can't be good. If she can't tell you anything about her visions, surely she must tell someone!"
"Dumbledore," they whispered simultaneously.
"But - wait, we can't just leisurely stroll into his office and say 'Oh, yes, Headmaster, I was wondering if you could tell me about Ginny's visions because we were just curious and have no real reason to know at all', now can we?"
"I'm not that daft," he snapped.
"Sorry," she mumbled apologetically.
He kissed the top of her forehead lovingly. "That's alright, love."
She sighed. "I'm just incredibly worried."
"But what can we do? She's seeing the future as it is."
"Yes, but it's affecting both her mental and physical health," she pointed out.
"Hmm."
"Oh!" she exclaimed remembering her previous thoughts. "Earlier today I was thinking about why they took off the Apparation Prevention Spell just for her. I mean, they must have known it was bad and that it was coming, right?"
"So what you're saying is that Dumbledore knew that something was up?"
She shrugged. "I suppose."
"That's interesting. She won't tell, will she?" he suddenly asked, changing the subject.
She firmly shook her head. "Absolutely not. Ginny Weasley would rather die than betray her friends."
The last sentence rang through her head as she remembered what Sirius had told Peter Pettigrew - only Peter had betrayed his friends.
A/N: I know that was INCREDBILY short! I'm so sorry, but listen. The next time I'll be able to update is next weekend, but I'll fight extremely hard to do it sometime during the school week, although I'm afraid that's a terribly difficult task. Reviews are much appreciated.
A/N: Okay, this took me virtually forever, because school started. I've been incredibly busy - and I've got loads of homework and many, er, well, emotional things to sort out. Well anyway, this time instead of giving names of people to thank, I think this time I'd like to thank stories that have inspired me. (Although a BIG thanks to all my reviewers, ESPECIALLY SLYTHERIN GIRL! Oops, I promised no names, but I just couldn't help it!):
"I Won't Walk Away" - the first fan fic I ever read and truly loved.
"Their Room" - probably the greatest fan fic ever written.
"Terror in the Family, Comfort in His Love" - I think about it all the time, it's a true inspiration, and there are honestly no words to describe it.
"If Walls Could Talk" - it's just something about the ending that drives me insane, it's just so - well, I don't know what, but amazing is not nearly close enough.
"By My Side" - insanely sweet story that seems so surreal, yet the tragedies bring it to the real world.
"Hour of Grace" - amazingly original plot written in the most amazing way.
"We'll Always Have Paris" - it's something about the title. It's just so, sweet! It was absolutely brilliant - no other word for it, and I'm going to kill Melissa D. if she doesn't post a new chapter.
Much love to everyone!
Seeing is Believing
Harry thanked Rosmerta and grabbed the butterbeers. He carried them to a small round table on the left side of the pub where Ron and Ginny were waiting.
"Mmm!" Ron said smacking his lips.
Ginny smiled up at Harry as he handed her a mug of the foaming delicacy. "Thanks."
He nodded and seated himself beside Ron. "I wonder what 'Mione is up to," he said thoughtfully.
"Studying, I expect," Ron said, his mouth covered in froth.
"I guess."
"So," Ginny began, "All we have left is Honeyduke's, Dervish and Banges, and Zonko's, right?"
"Yep," Harry answered.
"Why don't we leave Zonko's for last?" Ron suggested. "That way we can spend time with Fred and George as well."
His sister nodded in agreement. "Definitely."
Ten minutes later, they left The Three Broomsticks and headed to Dervish and Banges. No one found anything of interest at the store, and opted for Honeyduke's next.
"Cockroach clusters!" Ron cried happily as he grabbed handfuls of the candy.
Harry was busy eyeing a strange looking powdery substance in cartons shaped like apples and oranges and the like, when a boy shoved past him and grabbed one shaped like a cherry. The little boy yanked it open and poured the powder down his throat.
"Blimey!" the boy exclaimed. "You're Harry Potter!"
Before Harry had a chance to react, the boy's head instantly turned into a cherry, and it seemed as though he was unable to speak.
"Ah, yes! Fruit mutes!" a familiar voice rang proudly. "Makes your head turn into a fruit and you won't be able to talk - perfect for those annoying talkative gits! Five sickles a piece!"
"George!" Ginny shouted and ran into her brother's arms.
"Hey," Harry greeted the young man as he and Ron joined the reunion. "What are you doing here?"
George grinned. "Top secret mission, Harry. Fred is over in Zonko's. You lot coming?"
Ron nodded fervently. As soon as they made their purchases (Ginny also grabbing Hermione's requests), George ushered them into the joke shop where an eager Fred awaited them.
"Aha!" Fred exclaimed as he descended down the wooden stairs. "Two nasty little siblings and one that might as well be our own."
Harry blushed at the warm welcome and began to look around.
"These," George said pointing to a large shelf, "are our pride and joy. Behold the future wonders of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes!"
"Now you're selling in Honeyduke's?" Ginny asked curiously.
Fred shrugged. "We're associated with them."
"What are - ", Ron was interrupted by a shrill scream.
"Ginny!" Harry yelled and rushed over to the girl's side just as she collapsed into a heap on the ground.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione ran all the way to the Hospital Wing. Not bothering to consult Madame Pomfrey, she rushed to Ginny's bed where Ron, Harry, and the twins were gathered.
Ginny smiled. "Hermione."
She studied the frail girl with the pale skin and asked, "Are you alright!?"
"I'm doing much better, actually."
Hermione turned to Harry. "What happened?"
He ran his hand through a head full of black, unruly hair, and let out a deep breath. "Okay, well, we were in Zonko's when Ginny fainted. Fred flooed over here to Madame Pomfrey and then she made Fred and Dumbledore wait in the hospital wing. Ron and I both flooed in as well, but George grabbed hold of Ginny and Apparated back."
"You can't Apparate into Hogwarts!" Hermione exclaimed incredulously.
"Actually, Miss Granger, you do know that the spell put on the school to prevent Apparation can be taken down, yes?" they heard the Headmaster gently inquire.
She blushed furiously. "Well - erm, yes, yes! Of course I did," she said quickly. She couldn't help but wonder why they would undo the Apparation preventer curse for Ginny - she didn't appear to be all that sick. Hermione scolded herself for being so inconsiderate.
Ginny cleared her throat. "Um, would you mind if I could have some time to talk to Hermione?"
All the men, both old and young, shook their heads and exited, drawing the curtains around her bed and around the two girls. Hermione took a seat next to the bed, and Ginny turned to her. "I need to tell you something."
Hermione nodded, urging her to continue.
"Well, I know some things I don't choose to know, but the reason I know them is because of something I have," Ginny explained.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"What I mean is, I-I-I'm, a Seer."
Her mouth dropped open. "You're a WHAT!?"
"Yes, I know," she said heaving a sigh. "At times it's wonderful, knowing what's going to happen to certain people, and, at times it's not."
Hermione nodded understandingly.
"I know about you and Draco," Ginny blurted.
She turned even redder than Ginny's hair. "How long?"
"Since the beginning."
Hermione was silent.
"I think you two are wonderful together," she said knowingly.
Hermione snorted. "And what do you suppose Harry and Ron would think? You're dead wrong if you think they'd accept us." Suddenly, a mixture of anger and fear washed over her.
"I am the only one who knows, and Dumbledore has my word - I will not tell anyone. The only way they would know is if you told them."
She considered this, and suddenly the anger and fear was swept aside and was instead replaced with thoughts, theories, and curiosity. "Then, did you faint because you were having a vision?"
Ginny nodded. "Yes. And it was terrible."
Her eyes grew wide with concern.
"But really, I'm fine. I would love to tell you, but like I said - I can't disclose any information, it would be wrong."
"I-I-I understand."
Ginny smiled. "I knew you would." She leaned over and hugged Hermione. The older girl began to shed tears, and quickly wiped them away.
"Ginny, you're wonderful."
"Not as wonderful as you."
Hermione grinned and kissed her forehead. "You can think that all you want." She rose from her seat and peered outside the curtains. "Well, everyone is waiting to see you. Oh, Mrs. Weasley!"
Molly ignored Hermione and ran through. "Oh Ginny, my baby!"
"Mum!" Ginny said rolling her eyes, as she became the unlucky recipient of her infamous bone-crushing hugs.
Mrs. Weasley turned to Hermione. "Sorry, dear, but a mother has to see her child!"
"Oh I completely understand!" And with that, Hermione left the infirmary, hoping that their Headmaster would inform at least Mrs. Weasley about her daughter's rare gift.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"A Seer, eh?" Draco was pacing in front of the fireplace as Hermione's eyes followed him. He stopped. "What do you suppose she saw that made her faint?"
Hermione bit her lip. "Something that has to do with Voldemort, I'm sure."
Draco flinched at the use of his father's role model's name. "That's a possibility," he muttered.
She patted the spot next to her and motioned for him to sit down. He heeded her request and furrowed his eyebrows. "This worries me."
"Oh?" She slid her arms around his neck.
He drew her closer and she was comfortably seated in his lap. "Yes, this can't be good. If she can't tell you anything about her visions, surely she must tell someone!"
"Dumbledore," they whispered simultaneously.
"But - wait, we can't just leisurely stroll into his office and say 'Oh, yes, Headmaster, I was wondering if you could tell me about Ginny's visions because we were just curious and have no real reason to know at all', now can we?"
"I'm not that daft," he snapped.
"Sorry," she mumbled apologetically.
He kissed the top of her forehead lovingly. "That's alright, love."
She sighed. "I'm just incredibly worried."
"But what can we do? She's seeing the future as it is."
"Yes, but it's affecting both her mental and physical health," she pointed out.
"Hmm."
"Oh!" she exclaimed remembering her previous thoughts. "Earlier today I was thinking about why they took off the Apparation Prevention Spell just for her. I mean, they must have known it was bad and that it was coming, right?"
"So what you're saying is that Dumbledore knew that something was up?"
She shrugged. "I suppose."
"That's interesting. She won't tell, will she?" he suddenly asked, changing the subject.
She firmly shook her head. "Absolutely not. Ginny Weasley would rather die than betray her friends."
The last sentence rang through her head as she remembered what Sirius had told Peter Pettigrew - only Peter had betrayed his friends.
A/N: I know that was INCREDBILY short! I'm so sorry, but listen. The next time I'll be able to update is next weekend, but I'll fight extremely hard to do it sometime during the school week, although I'm afraid that's a terribly difficult task. Reviews are much appreciated.