Author's note- Okay, after who knows how many chapters and a LOT of events,
this story is nearing an end. There's only going to be 5 more chapters at
most, so a LOT'S going to happen and be uncovered. Plus, I'm thinking the
chapters will be longer so stick with it!
The next morning in the common room, Ginny trotted down the stairs with her school bag in hand a warming spell (though no one could see it) on her cloths. Harry, who had been staring into the fire with Rona and Hermione for a few minutes, turned too looked at her, a smile spreading across his face.
"Lo, Gin," he said. Ginny waved at him, walking across the hard wood to the door. Harry stared at her blankly. "Where're you going?" Ginny's lips pursed slightly, and Harry, with a jolt in his stomach, looked into her dazzling blue eyes that gave everything away.
Ginny seemed to notice this, however, and quickly darted her vision to the door.
"A walk," she muttered, swiftly opening the door of the room and sliding quietly out it.
"But it's-," Harry began, looking outside into the three feet of pearly snow beyond the window. "Snowing."
Harry could hear a small bang as something hit the door before the door clicked. He walked over to see what it was and to his amazement, it was a diary. He picked it up and turned it over; it looked familiar somehow.
His curiosity getting the better of him, he sheepishly opened to front cover and gasped as he read the writing within. With a gulp and a last look at the fire, Harry realized everything, and now even his conscious was agreeing with him.
He loved her.
But where did she go? Harry felt a sinking in his stomach as he remembered the look on Ginny face. But, wait- She had said "for a walk." For a walk, the grounds, and it all came back to him. She was going to her secret spot beyond the rocks.
Harry bolted out the door without another word to Ron or Hermione, without a cloak, his mind on autopilot. He pushed open the double doors to the ground and didn't feel the freezing air blowing against his face.
Harry flat out sprinted through the snow towards the little red dot in the distance that was walking towards a gray blur of stones. It stopped as if it had seen him, and he ran faster, afraid she might disappear if he didn't get there in time.
Finally, Ginny with an utterly confused look on her face, watched him kneel over from exhaustion before her.
"Harry, are you- are you alright?" she asked concernedly.
"I-You-Me-I-I'm fine," he said trying to catch his breath. Finally, he managed to walk over to her and hold the diary up, feeling quite stupid as he realized that he was in the freezing snow with no shoes on.
"You left the diary in the common room," he muttered, handing it to her. "And I love you," he added. Ginny stared at him wide eyed. And then, without the slightest warning, she took the book from his hands and threw it into the lake, which was a few yards away and she had pretty good aim, Harry thought.
She grabbed him around the waist, pulled him to her, and kissed him. Harry felt his head go numb. He could feel the warmth of the kiss in his toes, even thought they were buried in ice.
He ran his hands through her bright red hair and thought, this can't be real. It's too good. But it wasn't. The kiss lasted a few more seconds, both of them out of breath. Ginny, panting, smiled at him and his heart raced just like it always had, only this time he knew what it was because of.
* * *
That day at noon, Professor Mcgonnogal came into the great hall to ask for the names of children who wanted to stay at the school for Christmas Holidays. Harry and Ginny both raised their hands and she walked over to them, their others secretly entwined beneath the table.
Ron and Hermione also said that it would be good to spend their last year here with Harry, but he knew better. They wanted to be alone with each other, and he knew that a long, cold snowball fight would be out of the question if they were snogging in the dormitories; which, Harry thought, they were going to do for sure.
Harry had to admit, though, Hogwarts WAS remarkably romantic during Christmas break. Who knew, perhaps he would do something spontaneous and tell Ron about Ginny and him. No, it probably wasn't the holiest thing to do to commit suicide on Christmas.
Draco was staying, which seemed remarkably odd to Harry, considering he lived in a huge mansion and was waited on hand and foot every time he went there. And yet, Harry had a strange feeling that it had to do with him.
Apparently, ever since the quidditch match where Harry had saved the Slytherins, Draco had lightened up on the Gryffindors greatly, it was like he was sort of paying a debt that had been long forgotten.
However, a Malfoy was a Malfoy, and he was still a jerk. As Ginny bit into her piece of buttered break, she saw a pale-haired someone slinking over to their table unnoticeably by the other Slytherins.
He stooped to his hands and knees, and if escaping jail, crawled under the table, seating himself between Ron and Hermione, not taking notice of their scowling faces; Ron looked as if he wanted to stab Draco with his table fork.
"I don't see why we have to have a slimy git sitting at out table," said Ron savagely. Draco shot daggers at him.
"Believe me, Weasley," said Draco venomously. "I take no pride in being crushed between the Gryffindor Gits, But Crabbe and Goyle always take all the food and eat off each others plates-It's really sort of freaky- and I would eat in a rat infested camp rather beside them."
"Oh, so you're turning on your own goonies now," said Ginny. Draco looked at her, unscathed.
"Well, I treat them like crap but they follow me around anyway." Despite Herself, Hermione gave a snort. It was true; Draco usually treated them as if they were dogs. Draco continued to stare at Ginny, his expression unreadable. Ginny stared back.
"Your sister, Weasly?" Draco asked. Ron nodded stiffly. "The last time I saw here she was running after Potter." Ginny scowled at him. Draco gave a tiny smile. "She's pretty," he added, and Ginny blushed despite herself.
Harry clenched his grip on her hand, trying not to sock him.
* * *
The next morning when Harry awoke and went into the common room, he saw Ron, Ginny and Hermione sitting on a couch talking animatedly. He sat down beside them.
"I love the first day of holidays," Ginny said to him. They nodded in agreement. Large flakes of fluffy snow fell outside the glass window, making the ground look like a Christmas card.
With a loud SNAP, Hermione closed to book she was reading shut and got off the sofa, walking towards the door, Ron staring after her. She was without a doubt going to the library again.
* * *
Lars flew along the top of the castle, the wind ruffling his feathers. A sensation in the pit of his stomach was telling him that he was going to change back into his human form; that or the spelling was nearly ready.
His head spun out of ecstasy at the thought of getting revenge on Harry Potter; Harry Potter who killed Mary and her parents, Lily and James. Harry, who had made his life miserable for the past eighteen years.
He felt guilty and horrified at the fact that he had disobeyed Voldemort by jinxing the spell; he had, with what little magic he had and the help of many books, fixed the spell so that it worked with him as well as his Mary.
He heard Voldemort talking in his ear from somewhere in the forest-
"It is nearly time."
The next morning in the common room, Ginny trotted down the stairs with her school bag in hand a warming spell (though no one could see it) on her cloths. Harry, who had been staring into the fire with Rona and Hermione for a few minutes, turned too looked at her, a smile spreading across his face.
"Lo, Gin," he said. Ginny waved at him, walking across the hard wood to the door. Harry stared at her blankly. "Where're you going?" Ginny's lips pursed slightly, and Harry, with a jolt in his stomach, looked into her dazzling blue eyes that gave everything away.
Ginny seemed to notice this, however, and quickly darted her vision to the door.
"A walk," she muttered, swiftly opening the door of the room and sliding quietly out it.
"But it's-," Harry began, looking outside into the three feet of pearly snow beyond the window. "Snowing."
Harry could hear a small bang as something hit the door before the door clicked. He walked over to see what it was and to his amazement, it was a diary. He picked it up and turned it over; it looked familiar somehow.
His curiosity getting the better of him, he sheepishly opened to front cover and gasped as he read the writing within. With a gulp and a last look at the fire, Harry realized everything, and now even his conscious was agreeing with him.
He loved her.
But where did she go? Harry felt a sinking in his stomach as he remembered the look on Ginny face. But, wait- She had said "for a walk." For a walk, the grounds, and it all came back to him. She was going to her secret spot beyond the rocks.
Harry bolted out the door without another word to Ron or Hermione, without a cloak, his mind on autopilot. He pushed open the double doors to the ground and didn't feel the freezing air blowing against his face.
Harry flat out sprinted through the snow towards the little red dot in the distance that was walking towards a gray blur of stones. It stopped as if it had seen him, and he ran faster, afraid she might disappear if he didn't get there in time.
Finally, Ginny with an utterly confused look on her face, watched him kneel over from exhaustion before her.
"Harry, are you- are you alright?" she asked concernedly.
"I-You-Me-I-I'm fine," he said trying to catch his breath. Finally, he managed to walk over to her and hold the diary up, feeling quite stupid as he realized that he was in the freezing snow with no shoes on.
"You left the diary in the common room," he muttered, handing it to her. "And I love you," he added. Ginny stared at him wide eyed. And then, without the slightest warning, she took the book from his hands and threw it into the lake, which was a few yards away and she had pretty good aim, Harry thought.
She grabbed him around the waist, pulled him to her, and kissed him. Harry felt his head go numb. He could feel the warmth of the kiss in his toes, even thought they were buried in ice.
He ran his hands through her bright red hair and thought, this can't be real. It's too good. But it wasn't. The kiss lasted a few more seconds, both of them out of breath. Ginny, panting, smiled at him and his heart raced just like it always had, only this time he knew what it was because of.
* * *
That day at noon, Professor Mcgonnogal came into the great hall to ask for the names of children who wanted to stay at the school for Christmas Holidays. Harry and Ginny both raised their hands and she walked over to them, their others secretly entwined beneath the table.
Ron and Hermione also said that it would be good to spend their last year here with Harry, but he knew better. They wanted to be alone with each other, and he knew that a long, cold snowball fight would be out of the question if they were snogging in the dormitories; which, Harry thought, they were going to do for sure.
Harry had to admit, though, Hogwarts WAS remarkably romantic during Christmas break. Who knew, perhaps he would do something spontaneous and tell Ron about Ginny and him. No, it probably wasn't the holiest thing to do to commit suicide on Christmas.
Draco was staying, which seemed remarkably odd to Harry, considering he lived in a huge mansion and was waited on hand and foot every time he went there. And yet, Harry had a strange feeling that it had to do with him.
Apparently, ever since the quidditch match where Harry had saved the Slytherins, Draco had lightened up on the Gryffindors greatly, it was like he was sort of paying a debt that had been long forgotten.
However, a Malfoy was a Malfoy, and he was still a jerk. As Ginny bit into her piece of buttered break, she saw a pale-haired someone slinking over to their table unnoticeably by the other Slytherins.
He stooped to his hands and knees, and if escaping jail, crawled under the table, seating himself between Ron and Hermione, not taking notice of their scowling faces; Ron looked as if he wanted to stab Draco with his table fork.
"I don't see why we have to have a slimy git sitting at out table," said Ron savagely. Draco shot daggers at him.
"Believe me, Weasley," said Draco venomously. "I take no pride in being crushed between the Gryffindor Gits, But Crabbe and Goyle always take all the food and eat off each others plates-It's really sort of freaky- and I would eat in a rat infested camp rather beside them."
"Oh, so you're turning on your own goonies now," said Ginny. Draco looked at her, unscathed.
"Well, I treat them like crap but they follow me around anyway." Despite Herself, Hermione gave a snort. It was true; Draco usually treated them as if they were dogs. Draco continued to stare at Ginny, his expression unreadable. Ginny stared back.
"Your sister, Weasly?" Draco asked. Ron nodded stiffly. "The last time I saw here she was running after Potter." Ginny scowled at him. Draco gave a tiny smile. "She's pretty," he added, and Ginny blushed despite herself.
Harry clenched his grip on her hand, trying not to sock him.
* * *
The next morning when Harry awoke and went into the common room, he saw Ron, Ginny and Hermione sitting on a couch talking animatedly. He sat down beside them.
"I love the first day of holidays," Ginny said to him. They nodded in agreement. Large flakes of fluffy snow fell outside the glass window, making the ground look like a Christmas card.
With a loud SNAP, Hermione closed to book she was reading shut and got off the sofa, walking towards the door, Ron staring after her. She was without a doubt going to the library again.
* * *
Lars flew along the top of the castle, the wind ruffling his feathers. A sensation in the pit of his stomach was telling him that he was going to change back into his human form; that or the spelling was nearly ready.
His head spun out of ecstasy at the thought of getting revenge on Harry Potter; Harry Potter who killed Mary and her parents, Lily and James. Harry, who had made his life miserable for the past eighteen years.
He felt guilty and horrified at the fact that he had disobeyed Voldemort by jinxing the spell; he had, with what little magic he had and the help of many books, fixed the spell so that it worked with him as well as his Mary.
He heard Voldemort talking in his ear from somewhere in the forest-
"It is nearly time."