Disclaimer: ok. Jk Rowling wrote Harry Potter and I'm using her characters
to create my own, original situations.
A/N: This is a short chapter and hopefully the next one will be longer. K? Please review.
Harry awoke the next day feeling rather dizzy. It was the 31st of July-his birthday. He had a faint throbbing in his scar. He groaned and rolled over. He doubted that he would get so much as a happy birthday from his 'family', the Dursleys. A pity they hated him so damn much.
The events of last night coursed through his brain. He reached over to get his glasses, and put them on. He wanted and needed to talk to Ginny. He wanted to ask her about what had happened last night. She kissed him as he left. He asked her to leave because he was afraid. Not afraid of uncle Vernen, but of the strange fuzzy feeling in his chest. It was a feeling that he had never felt before, albeit one he liked. He had felt a connection with her. Something about her eyes.when they went brown, that is. He had felt a closeness.
Harry had noticed that he was beginning to smell, and went into the bathroom across the hall. He took off his clothes and got in. While the scalding water massaged his tense back, he wondered when he would be able to get away from the Dursleys' house to the Weasleys-and Ginny.
Suddenly the water turned ice cold and went blood red.
$$$
DUM DUM DUM DUM!
A/N: This is a short chapter and hopefully the next one will be longer. K? Please review.
Harry awoke the next day feeling rather dizzy. It was the 31st of July-his birthday. He had a faint throbbing in his scar. He groaned and rolled over. He doubted that he would get so much as a happy birthday from his 'family', the Dursleys. A pity they hated him so damn much.
The events of last night coursed through his brain. He reached over to get his glasses, and put them on. He wanted and needed to talk to Ginny. He wanted to ask her about what had happened last night. She kissed him as he left. He asked her to leave because he was afraid. Not afraid of uncle Vernen, but of the strange fuzzy feeling in his chest. It was a feeling that he had never felt before, albeit one he liked. He had felt a connection with her. Something about her eyes.when they went brown, that is. He had felt a closeness.
Harry had noticed that he was beginning to smell, and went into the bathroom across the hall. He took off his clothes and got in. While the scalding water massaged his tense back, he wondered when he would be able to get away from the Dursleys' house to the Weasleys-and Ginny.
Suddenly the water turned ice cold and went blood red.
$$$
DUM DUM DUM DUM!