Author's note- I was really expecting more reviews for that chapter. Oh
well. Did you guys check out my website? I know, I know, it's really lame
right now, but I'm going to add some pictures in a week or so. Anyway, for
all you Draco lovers out there, you'll be seeing a lot more of him in the
upcoming Quidditch chapters. And now that Ron and Hermione are together, I
can work on Ginny and Harry. Don't worry though, because Roneekins and
Hermy are going to go through break-ups, snogging, rumors, snogging,
crying, snogging, and-well, you get the idea. **Toodles**
Harry sat by the fire the next morning, watching the flames rise and fall. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the cozy little love seat next to him, whispering in each other's ears and occasionally snogging. Harry tried to take no notice of them.
Ron pulled Hermione's hair over one of her shoulders affectionately. They made the perfect bloody couple, Harry thought bitterly. Love blew. He had not seen any sign of Ginny since last evening in the library.
Harry didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing; On one hand, Harry missed her terribly- he told himself that this was because he was missing his "friend"-On the other hand, however, Harry was to mortified about everything that had gone on in the past week that he didn't think he could stand to see her face again, even if it WAS violently pretty -NO, IT MOST CERTAINLY WAS NOT VIOLENTLY PRETTY! SHE IS NOT PRETTY! YOU DO NOT LIKE HER!
Harry fumed into the blazing red fury in the fireplace and let out a frustrated sigh through his nose as Hermione gave a little giggle from beside him.
* * *
It was horrid. Ginny could see every moment of Harry's parents end of their lives. The only thing she couldn't see (thank God) Was Voldemort himself. It was as if he were a mere shadow; but she knew better.
"Lily! Take Harry and Run! I'll try to fight him off!" James yelled. She heard a baby crying and someone running frantically up the stairs to her left. Voldemort gave a gruesome laugh before a bright green light shot out of his wand and hit James.
When the light died away, she saw his body laying lifeless on the floor. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't she followed the figure that was Voldemort up the stairs and into a locked room, with he used his wand to undo.
She saw the figure of Harry's red haired mother holding him.
"No! Please! Have mercy! Have mercy! He's a baby! Take me instead!" she pleaded.
"Stand aside, you silly girl-," Voldemort began.
"No! Please!" There was another flash of bright green light and Lily's body lay unmoving as well. Ginny didn't want to see anymore. She wanted to run out of the house. She wanted to go blind. But she did not.
Harry sat there, staring at Voldemort, but a sound from the opposite door made him turn. A girl at the age of eighteen with Dirty-blonde hair just below her ears wearing a lacy dress ran in front of Harry, her face colorless and tears bleeding from her eyes.
"Don't take him! Take me!" she yelled, sobbing.
"Stand aside, Marry, you stupid little brat! My son should have never mixed with you, you filthy bitch!" he wolfed. She sobbed harder, ignoring him.
"Don't hurt Harry! Don't hurt my brother!" she screamed, and a last flash of green light filled the room, leaving Ginny to do nothing but stare at the body of the young woman laying before her.
It felt as if someone was muffling her with a pillow-she could not scream, she could not speak and she could not breath. But, with Voldemort's harsh, unspeakably cruel and evil laughter, Ginny noticed small carving on the foot of the bed in the room that she was in.
Carved just below the springs in the mattress was the name "Mary Littele."
* * *
Ginny thought she woke from her own screams, but as it turned out she was not screaming at all; only making small, helpless squeaks beneath her lips. She started as she saw Colin Creevy standing over her bed, shaking her shoulders and looking concerned.
"Colin! What are you doing in the girl's dormitories?" Ginny whispered harshly. Colin held up his History of Magic book.
"I came in here to get my book you borrowed a week ago," he said. Ginny blushed.
"Oh- sorry. I guess I've just had a lot on my mind and I forgot to give it back to you," she said, rubbing the back of her head embarrassedly. "Then why'd you wake me up?" she asked him.
"Well, for one, you were shaking like mad and muttering stuff, and two, it's nearly ten o'clock," he said to her.
"EEP!" Ginny squealed. "I'm going to be late for potions! Colin, hand me my robes! QUICK! What are you just standing there for?" Ginny yelled at him, aware that there was no one else in the room.
"It's Saturday."
"Oh. Well, that explains a lot," Ginny said. She was a bit perplexed; Collin was shifting uncomfortably in his muggle jeans and tennis shoes and looking away from her, a blush appearing on his face.
"What?" Ginny asked exasperatedly.
"Well-It's just-ah-," he said, blushing even Harder. And Ginny realized with horror why. Underneath the covers that were slipping off her, she wasn't wearing anything. She gasped and her whole face turned bright red.
"Oh, Collin- I'm so sorry- I didn't realize-," she started. Collin held out his hands, careful not to look at her.
"It's-it's fine." He reached over and pulled her nightgown off a nearby chair, tossing it on her bed.
She put it on from under the covers not saying a sound. When Collin saw she had something on, he looked at her with relief.
"I'm sorry," she said again, very interested in her socks.
"It's fine," Collin said. "Just warm me before you go commando again."
* * *
Harry jumped as he heard Collin and Ginny thumping down the stairs a few minutes later. He turned in his sofa, and flushed madly when he saw Ginny. She and Collin were talking about something, and he would have given all the money in his vault at Gringotts to hear what it was.
He never liked Collin, the stupid Git. When Ginny saw him staring at her, despite her embarrassment from yesterday, she smiled at him and waved. Harry's heart jumped. He would just forget the whole thing.
Harry waved back at Ginny and her heart jumped. She would just forget about the whole thing.
Ginny and walked toward Harry and, to his most liking, Collin did not follow and just gave her a final wave, heading out the hall door.
Ginny kept her eyes on Harry as she neared the sofa, and Harry became hypnotized by them. She sat down beside him and curled up contentedly.
"Nice day out, isn't it?" Harry asked her nervously. Ginny nodded. Soft, new November snow fell in a light flurry just outside the window and the grounds looked like a fairy tale.
For a few minutes, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione (who had their arms around each other) talked and laughed as morning turned into noon.
"..And so then, I grabbed him by the head and said "Carly! That's not butterbeer!"," Ginny said. And, right after she finished her sentence, her stomach gave a rude, loud growl. She realized she hadn't eaten breakfast.
"I'm hungry," she announced, and the others nodded in agreement.
"Let's go get some lunch," Harry added, overjoyed that things between he and Ginny were back to normal..or so he thought.
As Ginny got up and took a step toward the door, she accidentally knocked over Hermione's bag, spilling all of the contents on to the floor, the ink skittering underneath a step.
"Aw, Herm, I'm sorry," Ginny said apologetically.
"It's fine," Hermione announced. "I shouldn't have put it their, anyway." Ginny opened her mouth to apologize again but a book shining gold and red a few feet from her hand caught her attention.
Harry noticed it too and picked it up, opening it to a marked page on which Hermione had folded a corner. Ginny looked as Harry flipped to it.
"What's this?" Harry asked.
"Oh, it's an old yearbook I found in the library," Hermione said. As he found the paged of seventh year girls that Hermione had marked, Ginny gasped at she saw the figure of the girl in her dreams waving up at her.
Harry noticed that she looked quite familiar, and Ginny seemed to know why.
"Harry, Th-That's your sister!" Underneath the picture of the girl Ginny was referring to was the name Marry Littele printed in scrawl.
Harry sat by the fire the next morning, watching the flames rise and fall. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the cozy little love seat next to him, whispering in each other's ears and occasionally snogging. Harry tried to take no notice of them.
Ron pulled Hermione's hair over one of her shoulders affectionately. They made the perfect bloody couple, Harry thought bitterly. Love blew. He had not seen any sign of Ginny since last evening in the library.
Harry didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing; On one hand, Harry missed her terribly- he told himself that this was because he was missing his "friend"-On the other hand, however, Harry was to mortified about everything that had gone on in the past week that he didn't think he could stand to see her face again, even if it WAS violently pretty -NO, IT MOST CERTAINLY WAS NOT VIOLENTLY PRETTY! SHE IS NOT PRETTY! YOU DO NOT LIKE HER!
Harry fumed into the blazing red fury in the fireplace and let out a frustrated sigh through his nose as Hermione gave a little giggle from beside him.
* * *
It was horrid. Ginny could see every moment of Harry's parents end of their lives. The only thing she couldn't see (thank God) Was Voldemort himself. It was as if he were a mere shadow; but she knew better.
"Lily! Take Harry and Run! I'll try to fight him off!" James yelled. She heard a baby crying and someone running frantically up the stairs to her left. Voldemort gave a gruesome laugh before a bright green light shot out of his wand and hit James.
When the light died away, she saw his body laying lifeless on the floor. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't she followed the figure that was Voldemort up the stairs and into a locked room, with he used his wand to undo.
She saw the figure of Harry's red haired mother holding him.
"No! Please! Have mercy! Have mercy! He's a baby! Take me instead!" she pleaded.
"Stand aside, you silly girl-," Voldemort began.
"No! Please!" There was another flash of bright green light and Lily's body lay unmoving as well. Ginny didn't want to see anymore. She wanted to run out of the house. She wanted to go blind. But she did not.
Harry sat there, staring at Voldemort, but a sound from the opposite door made him turn. A girl at the age of eighteen with Dirty-blonde hair just below her ears wearing a lacy dress ran in front of Harry, her face colorless and tears bleeding from her eyes.
"Don't take him! Take me!" she yelled, sobbing.
"Stand aside, Marry, you stupid little brat! My son should have never mixed with you, you filthy bitch!" he wolfed. She sobbed harder, ignoring him.
"Don't hurt Harry! Don't hurt my brother!" she screamed, and a last flash of green light filled the room, leaving Ginny to do nothing but stare at the body of the young woman laying before her.
It felt as if someone was muffling her with a pillow-she could not scream, she could not speak and she could not breath. But, with Voldemort's harsh, unspeakably cruel and evil laughter, Ginny noticed small carving on the foot of the bed in the room that she was in.
Carved just below the springs in the mattress was the name "Mary Littele."
* * *
Ginny thought she woke from her own screams, but as it turned out she was not screaming at all; only making small, helpless squeaks beneath her lips. She started as she saw Colin Creevy standing over her bed, shaking her shoulders and looking concerned.
"Colin! What are you doing in the girl's dormitories?" Ginny whispered harshly. Colin held up his History of Magic book.
"I came in here to get my book you borrowed a week ago," he said. Ginny blushed.
"Oh- sorry. I guess I've just had a lot on my mind and I forgot to give it back to you," she said, rubbing the back of her head embarrassedly. "Then why'd you wake me up?" she asked him.
"Well, for one, you were shaking like mad and muttering stuff, and two, it's nearly ten o'clock," he said to her.
"EEP!" Ginny squealed. "I'm going to be late for potions! Colin, hand me my robes! QUICK! What are you just standing there for?" Ginny yelled at him, aware that there was no one else in the room.
"It's Saturday."
"Oh. Well, that explains a lot," Ginny said. She was a bit perplexed; Collin was shifting uncomfortably in his muggle jeans and tennis shoes and looking away from her, a blush appearing on his face.
"What?" Ginny asked exasperatedly.
"Well-It's just-ah-," he said, blushing even Harder. And Ginny realized with horror why. Underneath the covers that were slipping off her, she wasn't wearing anything. She gasped and her whole face turned bright red.
"Oh, Collin- I'm so sorry- I didn't realize-," she started. Collin held out his hands, careful not to look at her.
"It's-it's fine." He reached over and pulled her nightgown off a nearby chair, tossing it on her bed.
She put it on from under the covers not saying a sound. When Collin saw she had something on, he looked at her with relief.
"I'm sorry," she said again, very interested in her socks.
"It's fine," Collin said. "Just warm me before you go commando again."
* * *
Harry jumped as he heard Collin and Ginny thumping down the stairs a few minutes later. He turned in his sofa, and flushed madly when he saw Ginny. She and Collin were talking about something, and he would have given all the money in his vault at Gringotts to hear what it was.
He never liked Collin, the stupid Git. When Ginny saw him staring at her, despite her embarrassment from yesterday, she smiled at him and waved. Harry's heart jumped. He would just forget the whole thing.
Harry waved back at Ginny and her heart jumped. She would just forget about the whole thing.
Ginny and walked toward Harry and, to his most liking, Collin did not follow and just gave her a final wave, heading out the hall door.
Ginny kept her eyes on Harry as she neared the sofa, and Harry became hypnotized by them. She sat down beside him and curled up contentedly.
"Nice day out, isn't it?" Harry asked her nervously. Ginny nodded. Soft, new November snow fell in a light flurry just outside the window and the grounds looked like a fairy tale.
For a few minutes, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione (who had their arms around each other) talked and laughed as morning turned into noon.
"..And so then, I grabbed him by the head and said "Carly! That's not butterbeer!"," Ginny said. And, right after she finished her sentence, her stomach gave a rude, loud growl. She realized she hadn't eaten breakfast.
"I'm hungry," she announced, and the others nodded in agreement.
"Let's go get some lunch," Harry added, overjoyed that things between he and Ginny were back to normal..or so he thought.
As Ginny got up and took a step toward the door, she accidentally knocked over Hermione's bag, spilling all of the contents on to the floor, the ink skittering underneath a step.
"Aw, Herm, I'm sorry," Ginny said apologetically.
"It's fine," Hermione announced. "I shouldn't have put it their, anyway." Ginny opened her mouth to apologize again but a book shining gold and red a few feet from her hand caught her attention.
Harry noticed it too and picked it up, opening it to a marked page on which Hermione had folded a corner. Ginny looked as Harry flipped to it.
"What's this?" Harry asked.
"Oh, it's an old yearbook I found in the library," Hermione said. As he found the paged of seventh year girls that Hermione had marked, Ginny gasped at she saw the figure of the girl in her dreams waving up at her.
Harry noticed that she looked quite familiar, and Ginny seemed to know why.
"Harry, Th-That's your sister!" Underneath the picture of the girl Ginny was referring to was the name Marry Littele printed in scrawl.