Believe.
Disclaimer: all characters from the books belong to JK Rowling.
A/n. you've probably noticed, but I think probably all the titles shall begin with a 'b' word. Just makes sense really.
In the space of an hour, Harry poured his heart out to the fiery red haired girl sitting beside him, by the fire, still clutching the butterbeer in her hands. And also in that hour, Ginny started to understand just how he felt, about almost everything – his fame, his parents, the Dursleys', Hogwarts, Voldemort, and his envy of her family. After he had told her everything, once he had started, he couldn't seem to stop, they both remained silent for a while.
Ginny suddenly got up and looked out the window as much as she could, as the whirling snow had blocked up the window.
"I think," she announced, "it * is * still snowing, and it'll probably last for two days."
"Two days?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.
Ginny nodded. "We'll be lucky if it lasts that short. Hogwarts is prone to have snowstorms and white outs every few years, and I think we're lucky enough to be stuck out in one. I think the last one was twenty years ago."
"Aren't we lucky?" Harry remarked sarcastically.
"We are actually," Ginny said in surprise. "Every time a storm like this comes, it brings good fortune."
"I suppose that would be why you were outside then," Harry said tactlessly.
Ginny stared at him. "Oh yeah sure. I went outside to kill myself Harry, I thought that would have been obvious."
Harry remained silent; he hadn't noticed he was speaking aloud.
"It's fine for YOU!" Ginny retorted, her depression slipping back. "You're famous, you're the Boy Who Lived. I'm no one, the youngest Weasley. The only daughter. You've always had someone ever since you came here. Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Ron, Hermione, someone. I've usually had no one. I wish you'd never came here Harry Potter, you'd have saved a load of trouble and heartbreak."
She turned her back on her and fled to Hagrid's bed, throwing herself head down on it, leaving Harry wounded by her cruel words.
He now realised he had made a big mistake. What had meant to be a sick joke to himself had come out, hit her, and now her depression was sliding back. And she'd obviously forgotten he loved/liked (for your view Lauren! I agree!) her. Suddenly the red haired beauty flounced up off the bed and towards the door and turned to him.
"Thank you for all you've done," she said quietly and opened the door. Except it wouldn't open so she tapped it with her wand it frustration, and it swung open, with Harry suddenly realising what she was doing. Going back out into the raging blizzard.
"GINNY!" he cried desperately. "Don't go…"
"Why not?" she said sorrowfully. "I haven't any reason to live on. I will leave no gap."
"You will!" Harry cried, hoping she wouldn't go. "Your family, Hermione, your year, the school and…me. I love you Ginny."
She seemed to hesitate, her foot slipping back, before forcing herself to turn around and step out. Already a large pile of snow had gathered when she had opened the door, and she fled, her footsteps lost in the torrents of snow and angry wind, the door swinging open.
"NO!" Harry yelled, grabbing his cloak and wand, dashing after her. He stepped around the door, and a fierce icy cold wind hit him, the snow lashing viciously at him. His eyes stung, his eyes watered, but already tears were trickling down his cheeks. He had, by chance, stumbled across her last time, but it hadn't been as fierce, this time, he feared he had no chance.
"GINNY! COME BACK!" he screamed loudly, so loudly it hurt his throat. The wind threw his words back in his face. He couldn't do anything. He was powerless, hopeless. He raised his wand and a bright yellow light sprung above Hagrid's hut – so if she ever saw that, she could come back.
Hagrid's hut… The fire, the mantelpiece, the sky blue powder. * Floo * powder. The castle, Hogwarts, Dumbledore, they'd do something. His hands pushing the door open, he stumbled blindly in, the wind pushing and howling, the snow following. He dashed to the fireplace, held the small spoon, his hands trembling, throwing the sky blue powder into the fire, making it flare up. Stepping cautiously into it, he cried "Hogwarts!" and the familiar feelings of being on a unsteady, swift, wild roller coaster hit him. His eyes tight shut, his arms squeezed in, the whirling noise rushing about his ears finally stopped and he fell forward. He had reached a fireplace truly, but was it the right one?
A/n. Ok…I REALLY NEED REVEIWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no idea of Ginny's sudden depression returning and she leaving to her death. Review, please! If you think it's too dramatic, tell me and I'll rewrite it if I have to! Review!
Disclaimer: all characters from the books belong to JK Rowling.
A/n. you've probably noticed, but I think probably all the titles shall begin with a 'b' word. Just makes sense really.
In the space of an hour, Harry poured his heart out to the fiery red haired girl sitting beside him, by the fire, still clutching the butterbeer in her hands. And also in that hour, Ginny started to understand just how he felt, about almost everything – his fame, his parents, the Dursleys', Hogwarts, Voldemort, and his envy of her family. After he had told her everything, once he had started, he couldn't seem to stop, they both remained silent for a while.
Ginny suddenly got up and looked out the window as much as she could, as the whirling snow had blocked up the window.
"I think," she announced, "it * is * still snowing, and it'll probably last for two days."
"Two days?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.
Ginny nodded. "We'll be lucky if it lasts that short. Hogwarts is prone to have snowstorms and white outs every few years, and I think we're lucky enough to be stuck out in one. I think the last one was twenty years ago."
"Aren't we lucky?" Harry remarked sarcastically.
"We are actually," Ginny said in surprise. "Every time a storm like this comes, it brings good fortune."
"I suppose that would be why you were outside then," Harry said tactlessly.
Ginny stared at him. "Oh yeah sure. I went outside to kill myself Harry, I thought that would have been obvious."
Harry remained silent; he hadn't noticed he was speaking aloud.
"It's fine for YOU!" Ginny retorted, her depression slipping back. "You're famous, you're the Boy Who Lived. I'm no one, the youngest Weasley. The only daughter. You've always had someone ever since you came here. Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Ron, Hermione, someone. I've usually had no one. I wish you'd never came here Harry Potter, you'd have saved a load of trouble and heartbreak."
She turned her back on her and fled to Hagrid's bed, throwing herself head down on it, leaving Harry wounded by her cruel words.
He now realised he had made a big mistake. What had meant to be a sick joke to himself had come out, hit her, and now her depression was sliding back. And she'd obviously forgotten he loved/liked (for your view Lauren! I agree!) her. Suddenly the red haired beauty flounced up off the bed and towards the door and turned to him.
"Thank you for all you've done," she said quietly and opened the door. Except it wouldn't open so she tapped it with her wand it frustration, and it swung open, with Harry suddenly realising what she was doing. Going back out into the raging blizzard.
"GINNY!" he cried desperately. "Don't go…"
"Why not?" she said sorrowfully. "I haven't any reason to live on. I will leave no gap."
"You will!" Harry cried, hoping she wouldn't go. "Your family, Hermione, your year, the school and…me. I love you Ginny."
She seemed to hesitate, her foot slipping back, before forcing herself to turn around and step out. Already a large pile of snow had gathered when she had opened the door, and she fled, her footsteps lost in the torrents of snow and angry wind, the door swinging open.
"NO!" Harry yelled, grabbing his cloak and wand, dashing after her. He stepped around the door, and a fierce icy cold wind hit him, the snow lashing viciously at him. His eyes stung, his eyes watered, but already tears were trickling down his cheeks. He had, by chance, stumbled across her last time, but it hadn't been as fierce, this time, he feared he had no chance.
"GINNY! COME BACK!" he screamed loudly, so loudly it hurt his throat. The wind threw his words back in his face. He couldn't do anything. He was powerless, hopeless. He raised his wand and a bright yellow light sprung above Hagrid's hut – so if she ever saw that, she could come back.
Hagrid's hut… The fire, the mantelpiece, the sky blue powder. * Floo * powder. The castle, Hogwarts, Dumbledore, they'd do something. His hands pushing the door open, he stumbled blindly in, the wind pushing and howling, the snow following. He dashed to the fireplace, held the small spoon, his hands trembling, throwing the sky blue powder into the fire, making it flare up. Stepping cautiously into it, he cried "Hogwarts!" and the familiar feelings of being on a unsteady, swift, wild roller coaster hit him. His eyes tight shut, his arms squeezed in, the whirling noise rushing about his ears finally stopped and he fell forward. He had reached a fireplace truly, but was it the right one?
A/n. Ok…I REALLY NEED REVEIWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no idea of Ginny's sudden depression returning and she leaving to her death. Review, please! If you think it's too dramatic, tell me and I'll rewrite it if I have to! Review!