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Voldemort burst through the doors at the top of the cellar and stood, watching Lars.
"You lived, boy?" he said curiously yet still venomous. Lars merely nodded. For a fleeting second, Lars thought he saw Voldemort's eye show a tiny glimpse of- fear. But he quickly shook it off as imaginary. "Come, then, I have a job for you."
Lars walked slowly up the stairs and into the piercing light (which was still quite dark, considering that this was Voldemort's house) that he hadn't seen in years.
* * *
Ron woke on top of the covers of his bed with a horrible, piercing headache. He pinched his eyes shut. What had happened last night? He remembered that he was in the great hall, and then he took a sip of juice, and-then everything went blurry.
Thanks to Hermione, who had not put enough boomslang of a vampire bat into the potion, Ron could still remember tiny bits and pieces of that night. He remembered going up to the astronomy tower- and Hermione throwing his book out the window-He really needed to get that back, too- And-and- he could see her face beautiful and smiling, her hair flowing in the breeze. He remembered looking into her deep, amber eyes, and- No, he didn't want to remember any farther. No, no, no.
It was almost like he was cheating on the girl who had come into his dormitory long ago with-Hermione. He reached up to pin his badge to his pajamas but his hand it something harder instead. He looked over to see his astronomy book and again fought war against another set of flashbacks.
He picked it up and a note slipped out from under the cover. Unfortunately, it slipped under his bed and laid there unseen.
* * *
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with Hermione, Ron and Ginny nowhere to be found.
"Wonder when they'll come down," Harry said leaning his head on his shoulder boredly.
"If they don't hurry, they're going to miss Quidditch tryouts," said Hermione stuffing her bag with a book from her pocket.
"Ron really should be up by now. He knows that Quidditch practices are this afternoon, and I imagine he'd be up early just to make sure he wasn't going to miss them. I wonder if something's wrong," Harry said not noticing Hermione paling face.
She wondered if he'd read the note. Looking back on it now, she hoped not. It was a stupid move; Why go and cast a forgetfulness spell on someone and then tell them everything that happened? It was utterly pointless.
Her thoughts were broken, however, when Ginny came from nowhere and sat beside her; directly in front of Harry. She didn't seem to notice this, however, because if she would have she would probably have yelped and ran to the other side of the table.
Harry's mind went back to the previous weekend but he shook it off quickly, sure his face would give everything away; that is, if there WAS anything.
"Uh, Hi Ginny," Harry said, startling her. She fought a blush again, remembering last week and smiled at him politely, and then looking quickly in her very interesting sausages.
Come on girl, pull yourself out of this. You can do it. Harry's you're friend. Just forget about it. Ginny listened to herself and she quickly pulled out of her embarrassment and to her normal self again.
"Hello, Harry. I suppose you'll be trying out for Quidditch captain today," said Ginny happily. There you go. Much better.
"Yeah," Harry mumbled. Ginny gave a small smile as she remembered her surprise for him hat even her brother might not expect.
* * *
The boy's locker room was crowded on account of all the boys trying out that day. Harry could hardly make it to his broom without getting knocked over by a rowdy second year. He finally reached his Firebolt and flew it out the doors and onto the field.
It was full of gold and scarlet robes Gryffindors, most of whom Harry had never seen before. A few faces he recognized, however; including Ginny's. Harry allowed his jaw to drop as he looked at her, holding a nimbus 2001 that she had won in a raffle last year at the end of the year banquet.
She too was wearing tryout robes, and silver letters on the front read CHASER. She had her head turned, talking to a girl beside her that seemed to be in her year.
She stopped, however, when the girl gave on look at him and fainted.
"Ginny," Harry said, astonished. She turned her head to face him, her tick red hair catching in the wind. She smiled at him and his heart pounded.
"Lo, Harry!" Ginny said happily. Harry could only stare at her with a impressed smile on his face.
"You're trying out?" Harry asked.
"Yeah! I practiced all summer," Ginny said proudly. Harry was about to say something else when Madam Hooch blew her whistle shrilly and began to push everyone in a single file line, handing them all a ball that suited their places. Harry was handed a snitch to practice with, beings as he was the seeker.
Harry, Dean, and Seameus would have to try the hardest beings as they were to try out for captain and needed extra strength and capability. Harry felt a jolt in his stomach as Ginny's hand brushed his.
She smiled at him one last time and Madam Hooch blew her whistle again. They were off in a whirl of color as a hundred students began to play a giant game of Quidditch. This was going to be interesting.
* * *
"Go, Harry!" Hermione screamed, though she couldn't help but worry; Ron wasn't there yet. A few exciting and tense minutes passed before he showed up panting and red faced.
"Last-Minute-Studying-Forgot-Quidditch!" Ron panted, flopping down beside Hermione. Her head spun as the true intensity of Ron an inch away from her filled her head.
Ron's breath began to slow again and he cheered Harry on. But something felt odd. Very odd. Something sitting next to him. Something that was Hermione. He tore his eyes away from the game and looked at her. She watched Harry deeply, giving a holler here and there; she WAS pretty.
Her brown, curly hair was blown back by the wind. She let out a sigh and without warning looked over to him and Ron fond them staring at each other. He felt- weird. He felt- a warming sensation in his chest and that was when he realized it.
It was Hermione.
Voldemort burst through the doors at the top of the cellar and stood, watching Lars.
"You lived, boy?" he said curiously yet still venomous. Lars merely nodded. For a fleeting second, Lars thought he saw Voldemort's eye show a tiny glimpse of- fear. But he quickly shook it off as imaginary. "Come, then, I have a job for you."
Lars walked slowly up the stairs and into the piercing light (which was still quite dark, considering that this was Voldemort's house) that he hadn't seen in years.
* * *
Ron woke on top of the covers of his bed with a horrible, piercing headache. He pinched his eyes shut. What had happened last night? He remembered that he was in the great hall, and then he took a sip of juice, and-then everything went blurry.
Thanks to Hermione, who had not put enough boomslang of a vampire bat into the potion, Ron could still remember tiny bits and pieces of that night. He remembered going up to the astronomy tower- and Hermione throwing his book out the window-He really needed to get that back, too- And-and- he could see her face beautiful and smiling, her hair flowing in the breeze. He remembered looking into her deep, amber eyes, and- No, he didn't want to remember any farther. No, no, no.
It was almost like he was cheating on the girl who had come into his dormitory long ago with-Hermione. He reached up to pin his badge to his pajamas but his hand it something harder instead. He looked over to see his astronomy book and again fought war against another set of flashbacks.
He picked it up and a note slipped out from under the cover. Unfortunately, it slipped under his bed and laid there unseen.
* * *
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with Hermione, Ron and Ginny nowhere to be found.
"Wonder when they'll come down," Harry said leaning his head on his shoulder boredly.
"If they don't hurry, they're going to miss Quidditch tryouts," said Hermione stuffing her bag with a book from her pocket.
"Ron really should be up by now. He knows that Quidditch practices are this afternoon, and I imagine he'd be up early just to make sure he wasn't going to miss them. I wonder if something's wrong," Harry said not noticing Hermione paling face.
She wondered if he'd read the note. Looking back on it now, she hoped not. It was a stupid move; Why go and cast a forgetfulness spell on someone and then tell them everything that happened? It was utterly pointless.
Her thoughts were broken, however, when Ginny came from nowhere and sat beside her; directly in front of Harry. She didn't seem to notice this, however, because if she would have she would probably have yelped and ran to the other side of the table.
Harry's mind went back to the previous weekend but he shook it off quickly, sure his face would give everything away; that is, if there WAS anything.
"Uh, Hi Ginny," Harry said, startling her. She fought a blush again, remembering last week and smiled at him politely, and then looking quickly in her very interesting sausages.
Come on girl, pull yourself out of this. You can do it. Harry's you're friend. Just forget about it. Ginny listened to herself and she quickly pulled out of her embarrassment and to her normal self again.
"Hello, Harry. I suppose you'll be trying out for Quidditch captain today," said Ginny happily. There you go. Much better.
"Yeah," Harry mumbled. Ginny gave a small smile as she remembered her surprise for him hat even her brother might not expect.
* * *
The boy's locker room was crowded on account of all the boys trying out that day. Harry could hardly make it to his broom without getting knocked over by a rowdy second year. He finally reached his Firebolt and flew it out the doors and onto the field.
It was full of gold and scarlet robes Gryffindors, most of whom Harry had never seen before. A few faces he recognized, however; including Ginny's. Harry allowed his jaw to drop as he looked at her, holding a nimbus 2001 that she had won in a raffle last year at the end of the year banquet.
She too was wearing tryout robes, and silver letters on the front read CHASER. She had her head turned, talking to a girl beside her that seemed to be in her year.
She stopped, however, when the girl gave on look at him and fainted.
"Ginny," Harry said, astonished. She turned her head to face him, her tick red hair catching in the wind. She smiled at him and his heart pounded.
"Lo, Harry!" Ginny said happily. Harry could only stare at her with a impressed smile on his face.
"You're trying out?" Harry asked.
"Yeah! I practiced all summer," Ginny said proudly. Harry was about to say something else when Madam Hooch blew her whistle shrilly and began to push everyone in a single file line, handing them all a ball that suited their places. Harry was handed a snitch to practice with, beings as he was the seeker.
Harry, Dean, and Seameus would have to try the hardest beings as they were to try out for captain and needed extra strength and capability. Harry felt a jolt in his stomach as Ginny's hand brushed his.
She smiled at him one last time and Madam Hooch blew her whistle again. They were off in a whirl of color as a hundred students began to play a giant game of Quidditch. This was going to be interesting.
* * *
"Go, Harry!" Hermione screamed, though she couldn't help but worry; Ron wasn't there yet. A few exciting and tense minutes passed before he showed up panting and red faced.
"Last-Minute-Studying-Forgot-Quidditch!" Ron panted, flopping down beside Hermione. Her head spun as the true intensity of Ron an inch away from her filled her head.
Ron's breath began to slow again and he cheered Harry on. But something felt odd. Very odd. Something sitting next to him. Something that was Hermione. He tore his eyes away from the game and looked at her. She watched Harry deeply, giving a holler here and there; she WAS pretty.
Her brown, curly hair was blown back by the wind. She let out a sigh and without warning looked over to him and Ron fond them staring at each other. He felt- weird. He felt- a warming sensation in his chest and that was when he realized it.
It was Hermione.