A/N: Yeah I know, kinda short. Fine kinda really short! I'm sorry!
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"Are you sure you want to do this, Ginny? It's going to be dangerous." Harry's eyes were full of concern.
Ginny was too busy peering into Snape's office to look at him. He had left the door slightly open in his haste.
"Oh so it's okay for you two to go and help Hermione. I can't go because I'm just a little girl. Is that what you're saying??" Ginny looked up at Harry, her eyes flashing.
"No! Of course not. I just don't want you to get hurt. I wouldn't forgive myself."
Ginny melted at these words. She kissed Harry gently. "Don't worry, I can look after myself."
They heard Ron's voice behind them. "If you two are quite finished, could you listen to what's going on in there Ginny? If we're going to do something, we have to have some idea of where we're going in the first place."
Ginny immediately returned to her post. She strained her ears to hear what Snape was muttering to himself.
"Two miles north of Bristol, the Riddle House," were the last words Snape uttered before Dissapperating.
Ginny turned around. "He was talking about somewhere two miles north of Bristol, someplace called the Riddle House."
Harry turned to Ron, exasperated. "And how do we get to Bristol?"
Ron began pacing yet again. Suddenly, his face lit up. Without saying a word he broke into a run for the grounds. Harry and Ginny gave each other one swift look and took off behind him.
Down to the Entrance Hall, past the lake, past Hagrid's cabin, to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Ron began to mutter under his breath. "It has to know. It's here somewhere. It has to know we need it. Come on, where is it?"
Harry and Ginny shot each other quizzical and yet concerned looks. Had Ron finally buckled under the shock and pressure?
Suddenly, a blazing white light no more than ten feet away answered ant questions they had. The light drew nearer, and as it did so, it seemed to separate into two separate orbs. Finally it dawned on them what Ron had been looking for.
"Good car!" Ron exclaimed bounding towards the battered Ford Anglia. "You always know when we need you! Can you take us to Bristol?"
The car seemed to bounce on its suspension in a bizarre kind of agreement.
Ron turned to his companions. "Come on, hop in!"
Harry turned to Ginny. "Well, we've seen stranger things, haven't we?"
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"Are you sure you want to do this, Ginny? It's going to be dangerous." Harry's eyes were full of concern.
Ginny was too busy peering into Snape's office to look at him. He had left the door slightly open in his haste.
"Oh so it's okay for you two to go and help Hermione. I can't go because I'm just a little girl. Is that what you're saying??" Ginny looked up at Harry, her eyes flashing.
"No! Of course not. I just don't want you to get hurt. I wouldn't forgive myself."
Ginny melted at these words. She kissed Harry gently. "Don't worry, I can look after myself."
They heard Ron's voice behind them. "If you two are quite finished, could you listen to what's going on in there Ginny? If we're going to do something, we have to have some idea of where we're going in the first place."
Ginny immediately returned to her post. She strained her ears to hear what Snape was muttering to himself.
"Two miles north of Bristol, the Riddle House," were the last words Snape uttered before Dissapperating.
Ginny turned around. "He was talking about somewhere two miles north of Bristol, someplace called the Riddle House."
Harry turned to Ron, exasperated. "And how do we get to Bristol?"
Ron began pacing yet again. Suddenly, his face lit up. Without saying a word he broke into a run for the grounds. Harry and Ginny gave each other one swift look and took off behind him.
Down to the Entrance Hall, past the lake, past Hagrid's cabin, to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Ron began to mutter under his breath. "It has to know. It's here somewhere. It has to know we need it. Come on, where is it?"
Harry and Ginny shot each other quizzical and yet concerned looks. Had Ron finally buckled under the shock and pressure?
Suddenly, a blazing white light no more than ten feet away answered ant questions they had. The light drew nearer, and as it did so, it seemed to separate into two separate orbs. Finally it dawned on them what Ron had been looking for.
"Good car!" Ron exclaimed bounding towards the battered Ford Anglia. "You always know when we need you! Can you take us to Bristol?"
The car seemed to bounce on its suspension in a bizarre kind of agreement.
Ron turned to his companions. "Come on, hop in!"
Harry turned to Ginny. "Well, we've seen stranger things, haven't we?"