Blazing.
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling.
A/n. I didn't know what title to put so I just put in a weird one! And thanks for reviewing! I was going to continue it anyway; I like it too much!
A sudden blow of strong wind almost knocked Harry off his feet as they stumbled in with a lot of snow with them. Quickly Harry slammed door behind them, not wanting any more snow to come in. He also magically locked it, he wasn't taking any chances with Ginny in the way she was now, and also the wind.
As he turned to the fireplace and set the fire up, burning cheerfully away, he glanced at Ginny anxiously.
She was standing where he had left her to shut the door, shivering greatly, her skin so pale that her freckles stood out so much they looked like small spots of blood, her robes totally soaked through, her hair unkempt and untidy and her deep brown eyes depressed and sad.
Harry was kind of scared of her; she was so fragile, so white, so ghostly.
"Ginny," he started hesitatingly and after a few seconds she looked up. "You need to change out of those robes," he went over to Hagrid's drawers and rummaged through them and finally drew out a thick shirt. Ginny was staring at him with a 'why' look. As he held them out to her, she didn't take them, just stared at him sullenly.
"Gin, you need to get something dry on," Harry said desperately. "You'll catch pneumonia or something if you don't."
The 'why' look came back on her face again. "So?"
Harry stared at her in disbelief. "Gin, you can die from pneumonia." She didn't say anything; just her eyes never left his. "You're not telling me that you do want to die?" Harry's croaked weakly, his mind clicking. She didn't answer and her eyes turned to the fire.
"Why do you think I stayed out?" she asked, her lips barely moving.
Harry, who had moved over towards Hagrid's kitchen area, looked back at her.
"Because you were depressed," he answered seriously, searching in the cupboards for some butterbeer or some stuff that he could make into a hot drink. When he had finally found some and had poured it into a big mug, he turned around and saw Ginny, still in the same place by the door tears shining in her eyes. Swiftly he put the mug down on the fireplace and took his wand out again and pointing it subtly at Ginny's robes and suddenly they weren't dripping wet, they were dry. She didn't seem to notice. He put his arms around her again and guided her until she was right beside the stool that he had put out by the fire.
"Sit," Harry ordered uncomfortably and to his surprise Ginny sat down, seemingly looking like she was on able to obey other people and not herself. He couldn't help noticing she still had tears shining in her eyes and she was still trembling.
"Gin, are you warm enough?" Harry asked, looking at her with worried, green eyes.
She nodded, still shivering. Harry surveyed her for a few seconds and then took off his cloak and put it around her shoulders, not believing her and putting the mug of butterbeer in her hands, she didn't protest.
Harry's eyes fell upon Hagrid's mantelpiece and a small sky blue jar. He took it down and inside was a green soft powder.
"Gin," he turned around back to her and showed her the jar. "Is that floo powder?"
He already knew well that he wasn't good at cheering people up, especially with depressed people, like Ron could be sometimes and the best thing for Ginny would be to go to Madame Pomfrey.
She took one glance and shrugged hopelessly.
"I don't know," she said faintly.
Harry put the jar back on the mantelpiece, looking closely at Ginny, trying to think what to say, but she answered it for him.
"Why doesn't anyone love me?" she said suddenly, the tears coming down her cheeks.
"They do," Harry cried, shocked that she thought that. "You've got your family, Hermione, me, your friends…" Ginny was shaking her head vigorously at each one he mentioned.
"My family haven't contacted me for ages, Ron isn't taking any notice of me, Hermione is too busy, you don't either, I have no real friends, the teachers are only there to teach…" her voice faded off miserably.
"Your family know your enjoy your independence here and don't want to over protect you," Harry protested instantly.
Ginny shook her head, "they already over protect me."
Harry chose to ignore this and continued, "Ron has a lot of his mind with the exams and everything, Hermione is the same and you know she enjoys extra work, you do have friends and I do love you Ginny."
She quickly looked up, her eyes hopeful.
"Do you?"
He nodded, and a thought hit him 'what had he let himself in for now?'
A/n. Ok weird ending, but remember Ginny is depressed! OK, if I continue I want 10 reviews so that's only two more! (
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling.
A/n. I didn't know what title to put so I just put in a weird one! And thanks for reviewing! I was going to continue it anyway; I like it too much!
A sudden blow of strong wind almost knocked Harry off his feet as they stumbled in with a lot of snow with them. Quickly Harry slammed door behind them, not wanting any more snow to come in. He also magically locked it, he wasn't taking any chances with Ginny in the way she was now, and also the wind.
As he turned to the fireplace and set the fire up, burning cheerfully away, he glanced at Ginny anxiously.
She was standing where he had left her to shut the door, shivering greatly, her skin so pale that her freckles stood out so much they looked like small spots of blood, her robes totally soaked through, her hair unkempt and untidy and her deep brown eyes depressed and sad.
Harry was kind of scared of her; she was so fragile, so white, so ghostly.
"Ginny," he started hesitatingly and after a few seconds she looked up. "You need to change out of those robes," he went over to Hagrid's drawers and rummaged through them and finally drew out a thick shirt. Ginny was staring at him with a 'why' look. As he held them out to her, she didn't take them, just stared at him sullenly.
"Gin, you need to get something dry on," Harry said desperately. "You'll catch pneumonia or something if you don't."
The 'why' look came back on her face again. "So?"
Harry stared at her in disbelief. "Gin, you can die from pneumonia." She didn't say anything; just her eyes never left his. "You're not telling me that you do want to die?" Harry's croaked weakly, his mind clicking. She didn't answer and her eyes turned to the fire.
"Why do you think I stayed out?" she asked, her lips barely moving.
Harry, who had moved over towards Hagrid's kitchen area, looked back at her.
"Because you were depressed," he answered seriously, searching in the cupboards for some butterbeer or some stuff that he could make into a hot drink. When he had finally found some and had poured it into a big mug, he turned around and saw Ginny, still in the same place by the door tears shining in her eyes. Swiftly he put the mug down on the fireplace and took his wand out again and pointing it subtly at Ginny's robes and suddenly they weren't dripping wet, they were dry. She didn't seem to notice. He put his arms around her again and guided her until she was right beside the stool that he had put out by the fire.
"Sit," Harry ordered uncomfortably and to his surprise Ginny sat down, seemingly looking like she was on able to obey other people and not herself. He couldn't help noticing she still had tears shining in her eyes and she was still trembling.
"Gin, are you warm enough?" Harry asked, looking at her with worried, green eyes.
She nodded, still shivering. Harry surveyed her for a few seconds and then took off his cloak and put it around her shoulders, not believing her and putting the mug of butterbeer in her hands, she didn't protest.
Harry's eyes fell upon Hagrid's mantelpiece and a small sky blue jar. He took it down and inside was a green soft powder.
"Gin," he turned around back to her and showed her the jar. "Is that floo powder?"
He already knew well that he wasn't good at cheering people up, especially with depressed people, like Ron could be sometimes and the best thing for Ginny would be to go to Madame Pomfrey.
She took one glance and shrugged hopelessly.
"I don't know," she said faintly.
Harry put the jar back on the mantelpiece, looking closely at Ginny, trying to think what to say, but she answered it for him.
"Why doesn't anyone love me?" she said suddenly, the tears coming down her cheeks.
"They do," Harry cried, shocked that she thought that. "You've got your family, Hermione, me, your friends…" Ginny was shaking her head vigorously at each one he mentioned.
"My family haven't contacted me for ages, Ron isn't taking any notice of me, Hermione is too busy, you don't either, I have no real friends, the teachers are only there to teach…" her voice faded off miserably.
"Your family know your enjoy your independence here and don't want to over protect you," Harry protested instantly.
Ginny shook her head, "they already over protect me."
Harry chose to ignore this and continued, "Ron has a lot of his mind with the exams and everything, Hermione is the same and you know she enjoys extra work, you do have friends and I do love you Ginny."
She quickly looked up, her eyes hopeful.
"Do you?"
He nodded, and a thought hit him 'what had he let himself in for now?'
A/n. Ok weird ending, but remember Ginny is depressed! OK, if I continue I want 10 reviews so that's only two more! (