A/N: The Plot to this story will unfold as we get farther and farther along
in it. You will find out why it is called Untold News and it is a very very
big reason, sheesh it would embarrass me if I was Ginny, anyways, got to
go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot everything else is owned by the great and powerful J.K. Rowling.
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Ginny awoke in a pile of sweat. She had been awaking like this for the past couple weeks.
She hadn't told anyone because she thought that no one would understand. She didn't even know why.
She wiped her face and looked in the mirror beside her bed. She began to cry.
She was falling apart and she didn't even know the cause of it. Little did she know someone in the other world was having the same exact problem.
* * *
Harry awoke, his scar was burning, his face was full of sweat and he had no clue why. Voldemort couldn't be near him.. Could he?
He rubbed his scar rather hard. He looked around his room; nothing was unusual about it, well except all of his school things and an empty owl cage in the corner and the wand on his desk with all his ink bottles and quills next to it.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and got a sickening feeling in his gut. He had no clue what was happening to him.
It had been happening for a few weeks. He kept having dreams with the Weasley's in it.
Mrs. Weasley would try to tell him something but just when she would get a word out he would wake up sweating.
What was the matter with him? He got up and looked around his room. Everything was normal except one small detail.
His photo Album was missing. It wasn't on his desk or in his trunk. It wasn't underneath the floor board, or even in his closet.
Harry walked down the stairs and into the living room. He looked everywhere for it, but it just wasn't there.
'Where could it have gone?' He asked himself. 'It couldn't have just got up and walked away.'
Harry walked back up to his room and shut the door. Three owls sat on his bed.
The first one he recognized as Hedwig and the other two were Earl and Pig, the Weasley's owls.
Harry went over to Hedwig and picked up the package she was carrying. It was from Hermione.
She always sent some weird stuff, but nothing Harry hadn't seen before. Harry took the note and read:
Dear Harry,
I miss you so. I hate being apart from you and Ron. You guys really are my best friends. Anyway, I hope your summer is going well and that your relatives are treating you good, Can you believe we will be in the 5th year this year. I can hardly believe it. I can still remember when we were in first year defeating chessboards and three headed dogs. Look how far we have gotten. I sent a note to Ron, reminding him of our plans. I think he forgot already, but you know him, he is never listening. Anyway, Happy Birthday Harry, I hope your dreams do come true.
Love,
Hermione.
Harry opened the package and in side was a small silver orb. Harry was transfixed on it and couldn't take his eyes off of it.
It was weird. Hermione never sent this kind of stuff. It was usually Muggle stuff.
Harry wished he could see Hermione and Ron right now, but that was impossible. He put the orb down and just as he made his wish two familiar faces were standing on his bed.
Harry threw himself backwards.
"Mum, just a few more hours." Said the one on the left. Harry presumed that it was Ron, but it could be a trap or something.
"Harry, why did you have to wish this?" The Hermione asked.
"I... I didn't do anything..." Harry said walking slowly up to them.
"You wished us here while holding the silver orb and now that we are here we can't get back to our homes unless we travel by foot. Thanks a lot Harry and I was having a very nice dream to!" Hermione shouted as she hopped off Harry's bed and walked over to him.
"Good to see you again Harry." Hermione smiled and hugged Harry.
Ron was still sleeping on Harry's bed.
"You mean it's you?" Harry asked looking down at Hermione.
"Of course it is me. Who else would it be?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. You could be Ron or something." Harry said hesitantly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to Ron and pushed him off the bed.
Ron landed with a thump on the floor.
"Oh, mommy, I don't want to ride the horsie!" Ron said with his eyes closed.
"Ron! GET UP!" Hermione shouted.
Ron jumped.
"Huh? What are you doing in my room?" Ron asked.
"No Ron, the question is what are you doing in my room?" Harry asked.
Ron looked around. Harry was right. This room was not the usual orange of his room, it was.. white.
Ron stood up and walked over to Harry.
"Well, what am I doing in your room?" Ron asked.
"Ask Hermione she's the brains." Harry replied.
"Oh boy... Look guys, I have to go to the bathroom. So Harry where is it?" Hermione asked.
"Down the hall and to the left." Harry said as he realized he was only wearing boxers. He blushed and wrapped a blanket around his waste and then threw one at Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
"So, Harry how did I get her?" Ron asked.
"Well Hermione gave me this present and then I wished you guys were here and then what do you know, my two very best friends end up in my room." Harry said as he walked over to his bed, took the other two unopened packages, and put them in his trunk.
He began to pack all of his things.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Packing my things so that I can take you two home." Harry said.
"Ummm... Ok..." Ron said as he went to Harry's closet and started looking at Harry's clothes.
Harry's style had changed. Black shirts and shorts that went a little past his knees. That was weird. These had to be Dudley's old clothes, but then again, Dudley wouldn't be able to fit in them.
"Harry, where'd you get these clothes?" Ron asked curiously.
"Sirius came and got me one day, and we went shopping. He bought me all these cool clothes." Harry said putting one of the shirts on and a pair of shorts. He then threw some clothes at Ron.
Ron put them on with out a protest. Of course he didn't want to go any where, just wearing boxers.
Hermione came back into the room. She was wearing flared pants and a bright yellow shirt that said 'move over bitch, that's my guy.' Harry and Ron were surprised. Hermione had changed as well.
Harry got frustrated with his trunk so he got a bag from his closet and started putting things in it. He just kept putting things in it and it never seemed to get full.
"Harry, where'd you get that? It isn't any Muggle bag.." Hermione said looking curiously at it.
"Oh.. Just as I was telling Ron, Sirius picked me up one day and took me to the wizarding market and the Muggle market and I just picked stuff off the shelves. It was cool because he had like a lot of money. Anyways, what happened to the oh so lovable Hermione we used to know?" Harry asked admiring her shirt.
"Oh you mean this?" Hermione said indicating to her shirt, "I just decided to go for a new image this year, you know be a new person, after all this is our fifth year!"
Ron hesitated, everybody else was going for a new image but him, and he really didn't have the money to. He sighed and helped Harry gather up his things.
Harry removed his things from his trunk and put them in the bag. When he was finished packing he wrote a quick note to the Dursley's and put it on the kitchen table, he then grabbed a flashlight and put his shoes on, he threw Ron a pair as well, then ran up stairs.
He grabbed his wand and the silver orb, and put Hedwig's cage in the bag, he told Hedwig to fly to the Granger's and then the Weasley's carrying a letter to give to them. Harry scribbled to short letters and attached both to Hedwig's leg he then sent her off and ran downstairs to Ron and Hermione.
They set out on their adventure in the dark to Ron's house first. Harry turned on the flashlight and they headed down the street and hoped they knew where they were going for neither of them had ever walked from Harry's house to Ron's or even Hermione's but they knew they'd get there some how.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot everything else is owned by the great and powerful J.K. Rowling.
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Ginny awoke in a pile of sweat. She had been awaking like this for the past couple weeks.
She hadn't told anyone because she thought that no one would understand. She didn't even know why.
She wiped her face and looked in the mirror beside her bed. She began to cry.
She was falling apart and she didn't even know the cause of it. Little did she know someone in the other world was having the same exact problem.
* * *
Harry awoke, his scar was burning, his face was full of sweat and he had no clue why. Voldemort couldn't be near him.. Could he?
He rubbed his scar rather hard. He looked around his room; nothing was unusual about it, well except all of his school things and an empty owl cage in the corner and the wand on his desk with all his ink bottles and quills next to it.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and got a sickening feeling in his gut. He had no clue what was happening to him.
It had been happening for a few weeks. He kept having dreams with the Weasley's in it.
Mrs. Weasley would try to tell him something but just when she would get a word out he would wake up sweating.
What was the matter with him? He got up and looked around his room. Everything was normal except one small detail.
His photo Album was missing. It wasn't on his desk or in his trunk. It wasn't underneath the floor board, or even in his closet.
Harry walked down the stairs and into the living room. He looked everywhere for it, but it just wasn't there.
'Where could it have gone?' He asked himself. 'It couldn't have just got up and walked away.'
Harry walked back up to his room and shut the door. Three owls sat on his bed.
The first one he recognized as Hedwig and the other two were Earl and Pig, the Weasley's owls.
Harry went over to Hedwig and picked up the package she was carrying. It was from Hermione.
She always sent some weird stuff, but nothing Harry hadn't seen before. Harry took the note and read:
Dear Harry,
I miss you so. I hate being apart from you and Ron. You guys really are my best friends. Anyway, I hope your summer is going well and that your relatives are treating you good, Can you believe we will be in the 5th year this year. I can hardly believe it. I can still remember when we were in first year defeating chessboards and three headed dogs. Look how far we have gotten. I sent a note to Ron, reminding him of our plans. I think he forgot already, but you know him, he is never listening. Anyway, Happy Birthday Harry, I hope your dreams do come true.
Love,
Hermione.
Harry opened the package and in side was a small silver orb. Harry was transfixed on it and couldn't take his eyes off of it.
It was weird. Hermione never sent this kind of stuff. It was usually Muggle stuff.
Harry wished he could see Hermione and Ron right now, but that was impossible. He put the orb down and just as he made his wish two familiar faces were standing on his bed.
Harry threw himself backwards.
"Mum, just a few more hours." Said the one on the left. Harry presumed that it was Ron, but it could be a trap or something.
"Harry, why did you have to wish this?" The Hermione asked.
"I... I didn't do anything..." Harry said walking slowly up to them.
"You wished us here while holding the silver orb and now that we are here we can't get back to our homes unless we travel by foot. Thanks a lot Harry and I was having a very nice dream to!" Hermione shouted as she hopped off Harry's bed and walked over to him.
"Good to see you again Harry." Hermione smiled and hugged Harry.
Ron was still sleeping on Harry's bed.
"You mean it's you?" Harry asked looking down at Hermione.
"Of course it is me. Who else would it be?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know. You could be Ron or something." Harry said hesitantly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked over to Ron and pushed him off the bed.
Ron landed with a thump on the floor.
"Oh, mommy, I don't want to ride the horsie!" Ron said with his eyes closed.
"Ron! GET UP!" Hermione shouted.
Ron jumped.
"Huh? What are you doing in my room?" Ron asked.
"No Ron, the question is what are you doing in my room?" Harry asked.
Ron looked around. Harry was right. This room was not the usual orange of his room, it was.. white.
Ron stood up and walked over to Harry.
"Well, what am I doing in your room?" Ron asked.
"Ask Hermione she's the brains." Harry replied.
"Oh boy... Look guys, I have to go to the bathroom. So Harry where is it?" Hermione asked.
"Down the hall and to the left." Harry said as he realized he was only wearing boxers. He blushed and wrapped a blanket around his waste and then threw one at Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
"So, Harry how did I get her?" Ron asked.
"Well Hermione gave me this present and then I wished you guys were here and then what do you know, my two very best friends end up in my room." Harry said as he walked over to his bed, took the other two unopened packages, and put them in his trunk.
He began to pack all of his things.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked.
"Packing my things so that I can take you two home." Harry said.
"Ummm... Ok..." Ron said as he went to Harry's closet and started looking at Harry's clothes.
Harry's style had changed. Black shirts and shorts that went a little past his knees. That was weird. These had to be Dudley's old clothes, but then again, Dudley wouldn't be able to fit in them.
"Harry, where'd you get these clothes?" Ron asked curiously.
"Sirius came and got me one day, and we went shopping. He bought me all these cool clothes." Harry said putting one of the shirts on and a pair of shorts. He then threw some clothes at Ron.
Ron put them on with out a protest. Of course he didn't want to go any where, just wearing boxers.
Hermione came back into the room. She was wearing flared pants and a bright yellow shirt that said 'move over bitch, that's my guy.' Harry and Ron were surprised. Hermione had changed as well.
Harry got frustrated with his trunk so he got a bag from his closet and started putting things in it. He just kept putting things in it and it never seemed to get full.
"Harry, where'd you get that? It isn't any Muggle bag.." Hermione said looking curiously at it.
"Oh.. Just as I was telling Ron, Sirius picked me up one day and took me to the wizarding market and the Muggle market and I just picked stuff off the shelves. It was cool because he had like a lot of money. Anyways, what happened to the oh so lovable Hermione we used to know?" Harry asked admiring her shirt.
"Oh you mean this?" Hermione said indicating to her shirt, "I just decided to go for a new image this year, you know be a new person, after all this is our fifth year!"
Ron hesitated, everybody else was going for a new image but him, and he really didn't have the money to. He sighed and helped Harry gather up his things.
Harry removed his things from his trunk and put them in the bag. When he was finished packing he wrote a quick note to the Dursley's and put it on the kitchen table, he then grabbed a flashlight and put his shoes on, he threw Ron a pair as well, then ran up stairs.
He grabbed his wand and the silver orb, and put Hedwig's cage in the bag, he told Hedwig to fly to the Granger's and then the Weasley's carrying a letter to give to them. Harry scribbled to short letters and attached both to Hedwig's leg he then sent her off and ran downstairs to Ron and Hermione.
They set out on their adventure in the dark to Ron's house first. Harry turned on the flashlight and they headed down the street and hoped they knew where they were going for neither of them had ever walked from Harry's house to Ron's or even Hermione's but they knew they'd get there some how.