Title: Betrayed Again
Chapter: 1/?, Prologue
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I collect quotes, and do not intend to give credit for every single one that I use, as I do not know what comes from where. Please, don't take any offense if you recognize one.
Review: Constructive criticism is welcomed. No flames, please. Ideas for future plot curves are wonderful. Feel free to email me at kathrynkelly@hotmail.com if you wish. Also, I may hit a place where I ask a question, and I really appreciate feedback from those.
Author's note: See below.
"I am yours, my Master. Please, when may I prove my loyalty to You?" "On the last night of Easter holidays, you and four other's will receive the mark. Now go!"
"Yes, My Lord." The young boy took hold of the portkey, and felt himself whizzing back to school.
"Ron! Wake up!" Harry called to his best friend. It was Christmas morning, and once again they were the only boys in the dorm staying.
"What? Harry, it's bloody eight AM!" Ron told his best friend, not opening his eyes.
"It's Christmas!" Harry cried, and Ron finally got out of bed, shivering.
"You know, they really should get that muggle heating at Hogwarts." Ron complained, barely opening his eyes. He opened them, and looked around. "Presents!"
Harry and Ron tore through the presents at the end of the beds. Hermione had sent each of the boys a box of mixed muggle and wizard candy. Ron looked at the Mars Bars in awe, wondering why the wizarding world didn't have anything like that. Hagrid had sent Harry five rock cakes, and Ron had a roughly carved wooden flute. Mrs. Weasley had once again sent each of the boys a sweater, Ron once again a maroon one.
After a good hour, the piles had transformed into heaps of torn paper and neatly stacked gifts. Harry and Ron each took showers, and went down to breakfast.
Once again, there were few enough people staying over the winter holidays (only 25 people!) so everybody could eat at a single table. When Harry and Ron came down, only the staff was at the table. All talk stopped between the two as they sat down and began to eat the eggs, bacon, toast, and other luxuries spread across the long table.
Ron looked up when Draco Malfoy walked into the Great Hall. Looking around at the full table, they both noticed with dismay that there was but one seat left untaken- the one next to Ron. Draco slowly made his way over, looking as if he had suddenly lost his appetite. About six feet away from the table, he jerked away as if he was about to turn around, but changed his mind, and sat down. Ron muttered something out of the corner of his mouth, hoping his best friend would not notice. He saw Malfoy nod shortly, and went back to eating. Harry looked at him quizzically, and went back to eating.
"Harry! Happy Christmas. And you too Ron. How are holidays?" Hagrid bellowed walking over to the boys.
" 'oog!" Ron said, his mouth full. "How are you two getting along without Hermione? Miss her?" "Loads, Hagrid, loads. Listen, we gotta go, we're going to Hogsmeade." Harry told the half-giant. "Okay then, off you go. Stay out of trouble." Hagrid trailed off, wondering why he even wasted his breathe saying that, and looked up to find Harry and Ron gone.
Outside, it truly was a winter wonderland. Like out of a fairy tale, snow gently fell, fading out the tracks from children running in the snow. Snow angels were scattered across a hill, and the girls were laughing, chasing the boys around. A couple of sixth years, Ginny and Colin Creevey to be exact, were lying in the snow, talking softly, and giggling occasionally. It was cold, but in a cozy sort of way. The kind that made you want to sit next to a fire. A group of fourth year Hufflepuffs was engaged in a snowball fight against Ravenclaw, with more students joining. Ron and Harry soon forgot about their plans to go to Hogsmeade, joining in the fun.
By the time a half hour had gone by, it had turned into a five way war, each house by themselves, staff on their own. Of course, everybody except the rest of the staff were completely oblivious to the fact that Professor Snape was acting as a spy for the Slytherins, and the other house heads were catching on. Professor McGonagall, refusing to lie, just deserted her fort all out, and joined the Gryffindors. All out chaos pursued.
"Take that, you bloody teachers! That's for the time when you made us sit in for an extra hour in History of Magic, you old ghost!" Ron cried, throwing a giant blue snowball at Professor Binns, completely forgetting that it would go through the ghost. Ginny quickly bewitched a second snowball so it would make Professor Binns itch, and actually work on the ghost. He could not scratch himself though, as there was no body to scratch. Dumbledore had come out and joined the fight, and got hit in the nose with a pink ice-ball emitting smoke, and his nose disappeared. He through a brown snowball at Malfoy, and immediately, Pansy moved away holding her nose. Justin Fitch-Fletchly threw a pile of snow at Ron, making him turn blue. All in all, it was a crazy afternoon.
Eventually, everyone went inside to get ready for dinner. Harry was looking forward to a nice, warm shower, but found that Ron had taken the dorm shower. Hoping for sometime to himself, and too lazy to go to the head boy bathroom, he laid down on his bed. Twenty minutes later, he went into the bathroom, while Ron pulled out his journal, and scribbled a small diagram:
Maroon = Gryffindor = brothers = goody-two-shoes = hate = love =
Voldemort = me
And Ron wrote:
"Why do I have to be the heir of Godric? Curse him and his muggle loving descendents. Why couldn't I be from Slytherin? He has the right idea. And Harry. He's such a goody-goody. What do the teachers see in him? He thinks he's so cool, but what does he know? Hermione's right there, in love with him, and he's still mooning over Cho Chang. That boy has.."
Ron stopped there, hearing Harry come in. Quickly, he hid the book under his pillow.
"Come on, Harry," he smiled. "Let's go."
Dinner was a magnificent affair. The few couples staying together had music and a dance floor. There was mistletoe, streamers, wreathes, and trees. Tinsel was hung everywhere.
Ginny and Colin Creevey were dancing together, rather closely, Ron noted. He started to make his was over there, when Susan Bones shyly came up to him. "Would you like to dance?" She whispered, hardly audible. Turning red as a tomato, he nodded. They made their way to the floor. Harry was all alone, standing by the food table. He saw Ginny and Colin dancing, and his heart swelled with hurt pride. He had thought Ginny liked him; he had figured that she would wait for him. He was wrong. He looked over there, jealous. She seemed to have sensed his gaze, she looked up at him. Seeing him there, all alone, she whispered in Colin's ear. Smiling at him, they broke apart, and she came over. When she reached him, he grinned, and asked her a question.
"Would you like to dance?"
Harry woke up the next morning with a horrid headache. He glanced at the alarm clock Hermione had witched to work at Hogwarts, he saw it was past noon. Sighing, he laid back, remembering the night before.
After he had asked Ginny to dance, the had not paused all night. Rarely saying anything, they danced all night long, twirling around the sparkling floor. They completely forgot about anyone else in the room. Ron, Susan, even Colin seemed to disappear. Then she kissed him. And the world had melted away. Nothing would ever be the same again. He tried to remind himself that they were friends, but she was not helping at all. Ginny had lost herself to her feelings, forgetting that she and Colin had almost begun to start a relationship the day before. Harry let himself forget about Hermione, and how she seemed to love him so much. And they twirled around and around, until the music stopped. Then they had left the magical room, somehow knowing that the moment would never be the same. And they separated.
Harry lay there, wondering where she was for an hour. Finally, he rolled out of bed and made his was down the stairs to the common room. Ron was sitting by the fire, writing in a little black leather-bound book. Harry had seen it before, but he couldn't remember when, or where. He had a bad feeling about it, but with out any proof or even clues to what it might be, he decided not to mention it. That was a big mistake.
Looking up, Ron saw that Harry was watching him. They hear a noise on the girls' stairs, and saw a drowsy red-head descend, clutching a dressing gown at her throat.
"Hello Ron," she said, not seeing Harry. When she had reached the bottom, she found that Harry was sitting on the other side of the room, watching her. She blushed, and went over to sit next to him. "Hello," she murmured, staring at her hands.
"Hey, Gin," Harry said, unsure of himself. After attempting to make conversation several times, he decided to go take a shower.
Letting the hot water roll over his shoulders, Harry let his thoughts wander. He had always loved thinking like this, just him and steam. He closed his eyes and pictured Ginny, wondering what she was doing. He thought back to the night before. Had they really been themselves? Or did she just pretend. Did she want to be more that friends? If so, how much more? Was she ready to let people know about them? Was there a 'Them'?
Harry didn't know, but he decided to let someone else worry about that. He just wanted to sit back and relax.
Harry did just that for the rest of the afternoon. He sat in front of the fire, and just let his mind wander. He refused to worry about the rising threat Voldemort was posing on the wizarding world. He didn't let his worries about Ginny fret him. He just sat there, remembering all the happy days he and Ron and Hermione had together. He thought back to when they had defeated the troll back in first year and smiled. Back then, there was nothing that could get between them. Then in sixth year, Ron and Hermione had begun dating. And nothing had been the same since. Harry knew that Ron really liked Hermione then, and still did. But Hermione had broken it off with him after a few weeks, claiming there was someone else. Ron claimed he knew who it was, but Harry had no idea who it was. As far as he knew, she hadn't dated anyone seriously since.
Ginny sat down next to Harry around three o'clock. She looked at him, wondering what he was thinking about. Remembering the night before, she blushed. They were only friends, no matter how much she wanted it to be more. They had danced all night, just to dance. He couldn't have any feelings for her. but when she remembered how he had kissed her, it made her wonder. Maybe he really did like her. But he couldn't love her. He just couldn't. She knew that he thought of her too much like his little sister for that.
Harry looked up, and noticed Ginny sitting next to him, staring. He tapped her shoulder, and took her hand. Silently, they made their way outside. Harry cast a drying spell on the both of them, and they lay down on the snow. He took her in his arms, and they talked. If you asked either of them what they had talked about later, they couldn't have told you. But Harry could have told you that Ginny had exactly sixty-nine freckles on her face, and Ginny would have said that no matter what anyone else says, Harry's eyes had blue and brown swirling around in the emerald green.
Later that night, when they went in for dinner, Ron demanded to know what they had been up to. They ignored him. Up in the common room, they curled up on the couch by the fire together; it was like they had just found each other. It was like they were in love.
The rest of Christmas vacation flew by in a whirl for Ginny and Harry. Whenever Harry walked in when Ron had been alone, he found him writing in the little black book. Harry figured it was just a faze, and went back to Ginny. They had finally come to the mutual agreement that they should become an official couple.
Soon, the halls were once again crowded, and days were filled with classes. News of Harry and Ginny spread like wildfire. Boys noticed the little flame-haired beauty no one had seen before. Girls talked of how much of a shame it was that Harry Potter was no longer single.
Classes were getting harder for Harry and the rest of the seventh years as the Easter Holidays drew closer. Teachers had stopped teaching new things long ago, and were now reviewing everything from the time they were in first year. Homework was being piled up. There were only a few months left until the NEWTS; only a few months left at Hogwarts.
Hermione was going insane. Why did Ginny get Harry? He hadn't even noticed she existed until over Christmas break. What had happened? Hermione had thought that Colin and Ginny were going steady, but something must have happened.
She had also noticed Ron acting funny. She continually saw him writing in a small black book. It reminded her of something; she knew it was no good. It reminded her of a dark arts artifact. the diary Ginny wrote in when they were in second year. Tom Riddle's diary. Voldemort's memory of him as a sixteen year old. There had to be something wrong. As time went by, Ron seemed more uptight, more mysterious. She had begun to notice that he disappeared for sometime every Sunday night. No one else seemed to notice anything wrong, so the girl assumed she was imagining things.
Harry was intoxicated, if that was the right word, by Ginny. It overwhelmed him that he had never noticed her any more than a sister before. She was like a devil, with an evil beauty to her. She was kindhearted, and had a feeling about her that was comforting, it made her easy to talk to. Every free minute he had went to her, and more. He studied with her, tutored her in transfiguration. He adjusted the ways he got to class so he could pass her in the hall. They sat together late in the evening, just enjoying each others' company. He played with her hair, she rested her head in his lap. They were the perfect couple. It could have lasted forever. And no one doubted it would.
As April drew closer, Harry found it harder to concentrate on his studies. He found himself staring at her instead of studying, taking walks by the lake instead of doing homework. And then one day something happened that would change his view of her forever. That something that happened was called Divination.
As usual, Professor Trelawney stopped in front of Harry's table. They were practicing Tarot readings, and Harry had been paired with Lavender.
"There is danger in your future," Lavender began, apparently taking a leaf out of the teacher's book, "but love is there also. A red-headed friend will save you from another, but only after they befriend you in a way to hurt you. In time, this will become a terrible thing, but if you prevent it now, it will result in your death. Do not sacrifice yourself for love, except in the final battle. You will know when this is, and will save the world in it. Be aware of your surroundings. If you do not watch and listen, you will never learn. Do not let history repeat itself." Lavender seemed to awaken out of a trance, and put her hand to her mouth, horrified. "What did I just say, Harry? Tell me!"
Harry looked at her, stricken. She had seemed so out of it, almost like the professor when she had made a prediction in third year during the exams.
"History will repeat itself," Professor Trelawney stated, looking over his shoulder at the cards laid out in front of them. She looked at him in a weird way, almost disbelieving, but it turned to that of a frightened one. She quickly shook her head, and walked away.
Harry thought about the reading for a moment, thinking hard. Who did he know that was a red head? And they were befriending him now.. He knew of only two people redheaded that would be likely, but he then ruled out the older of the two. Ron could never hurt him, and they were already friends. That left one.
Ginny.
"My lord." "Kneel when you are around me!" the taller man shouted. "Yes, my Lord." "What news do you bring me of the boy?" "He knows something. It was the Brown girl. She told him about me. I don't think he suspects me though." "Good. Over the holidays, we will meet once, to prepare for your initiation. Do not let anybody know of this. Four others will be with you, know one is to know who anyone else coming is. Do you understand?" "Yes, my Lord." "Good. Crucio." The man through his head back and laughed. His hood fell off, revealing to red eyes, and slit nostrils. "Wormtail! Come." A short, plump man appeared next to the child who was writhing in pain. "Here it is my Lord." He pulled out a glass vile, containing a yellow potion. "The liquid fire is ready."
Harry moaned softly in his sleep, rolled over, and opened his eyes slightly. A burst of light shone through the door, and a boy came in. He slowly undressed, and climbed into Ron's bed. Harry closed his eyes, and didn't remember anything in the morning. He pictured Ginny, with her flaming beauty. What if the prophesy was true? Could he risk staying with her? He didn't know. But he did know one thing. He was in love. With Ginny.
"Master, I have found the formula. Liquid fire, Burn weed, and Muzzle- wart combined make a poison so deadly, it is called Blood-Rot. It mingles with blood, entering through the skin, and kills from the inside. You lose abilities slowly, such as logic, and soon it gets to physical disabilities. The blood slowly begins to."
"OK! Shut up. Get it ready, I will add the fire personally. The plan is underway. Crucio."
A/n: Hope you like it! I'm looking for a beta for this, I figured I'd post it here now, and later I'll post it on www.schnoogle.com. Well, review, tell me if you like it, and I'll post the next chapter soon! Now, I need a lot of inspiration to keep writing this, and I] hearing what you guys have to say about my work! Happy Christmas!
Chapter: 1/?, Prologue
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I collect quotes, and do not intend to give credit for every single one that I use, as I do not know what comes from where. Please, don't take any offense if you recognize one.
Review: Constructive criticism is welcomed. No flames, please. Ideas for future plot curves are wonderful. Feel free to email me at kathrynkelly@hotmail.com if you wish. Also, I may hit a place where I ask a question, and I really appreciate feedback from those.
Author's note: See below.
"I am yours, my Master. Please, when may I prove my loyalty to You?" "On the last night of Easter holidays, you and four other's will receive the mark. Now go!"
"Yes, My Lord." The young boy took hold of the portkey, and felt himself whizzing back to school.
"Ron! Wake up!" Harry called to his best friend. It was Christmas morning, and once again they were the only boys in the dorm staying.
"What? Harry, it's bloody eight AM!" Ron told his best friend, not opening his eyes.
"It's Christmas!" Harry cried, and Ron finally got out of bed, shivering.
"You know, they really should get that muggle heating at Hogwarts." Ron complained, barely opening his eyes. He opened them, and looked around. "Presents!"
Harry and Ron tore through the presents at the end of the beds. Hermione had sent each of the boys a box of mixed muggle and wizard candy. Ron looked at the Mars Bars in awe, wondering why the wizarding world didn't have anything like that. Hagrid had sent Harry five rock cakes, and Ron had a roughly carved wooden flute. Mrs. Weasley had once again sent each of the boys a sweater, Ron once again a maroon one.
After a good hour, the piles had transformed into heaps of torn paper and neatly stacked gifts. Harry and Ron each took showers, and went down to breakfast.
Once again, there were few enough people staying over the winter holidays (only 25 people!) so everybody could eat at a single table. When Harry and Ron came down, only the staff was at the table. All talk stopped between the two as they sat down and began to eat the eggs, bacon, toast, and other luxuries spread across the long table.
Ron looked up when Draco Malfoy walked into the Great Hall. Looking around at the full table, they both noticed with dismay that there was but one seat left untaken- the one next to Ron. Draco slowly made his way over, looking as if he had suddenly lost his appetite. About six feet away from the table, he jerked away as if he was about to turn around, but changed his mind, and sat down. Ron muttered something out of the corner of his mouth, hoping his best friend would not notice. He saw Malfoy nod shortly, and went back to eating. Harry looked at him quizzically, and went back to eating.
"Harry! Happy Christmas. And you too Ron. How are holidays?" Hagrid bellowed walking over to the boys.
" 'oog!" Ron said, his mouth full. "How are you two getting along without Hermione? Miss her?" "Loads, Hagrid, loads. Listen, we gotta go, we're going to Hogsmeade." Harry told the half-giant. "Okay then, off you go. Stay out of trouble." Hagrid trailed off, wondering why he even wasted his breathe saying that, and looked up to find Harry and Ron gone.
Outside, it truly was a winter wonderland. Like out of a fairy tale, snow gently fell, fading out the tracks from children running in the snow. Snow angels were scattered across a hill, and the girls were laughing, chasing the boys around. A couple of sixth years, Ginny and Colin Creevey to be exact, were lying in the snow, talking softly, and giggling occasionally. It was cold, but in a cozy sort of way. The kind that made you want to sit next to a fire. A group of fourth year Hufflepuffs was engaged in a snowball fight against Ravenclaw, with more students joining. Ron and Harry soon forgot about their plans to go to Hogsmeade, joining in the fun.
By the time a half hour had gone by, it had turned into a five way war, each house by themselves, staff on their own. Of course, everybody except the rest of the staff were completely oblivious to the fact that Professor Snape was acting as a spy for the Slytherins, and the other house heads were catching on. Professor McGonagall, refusing to lie, just deserted her fort all out, and joined the Gryffindors. All out chaos pursued.
"Take that, you bloody teachers! That's for the time when you made us sit in for an extra hour in History of Magic, you old ghost!" Ron cried, throwing a giant blue snowball at Professor Binns, completely forgetting that it would go through the ghost. Ginny quickly bewitched a second snowball so it would make Professor Binns itch, and actually work on the ghost. He could not scratch himself though, as there was no body to scratch. Dumbledore had come out and joined the fight, and got hit in the nose with a pink ice-ball emitting smoke, and his nose disappeared. He through a brown snowball at Malfoy, and immediately, Pansy moved away holding her nose. Justin Fitch-Fletchly threw a pile of snow at Ron, making him turn blue. All in all, it was a crazy afternoon.
Eventually, everyone went inside to get ready for dinner. Harry was looking forward to a nice, warm shower, but found that Ron had taken the dorm shower. Hoping for sometime to himself, and too lazy to go to the head boy bathroom, he laid down on his bed. Twenty minutes later, he went into the bathroom, while Ron pulled out his journal, and scribbled a small diagram:
Maroon = Gryffindor = brothers = goody-two-shoes = hate = love =
Voldemort = me
And Ron wrote:
"Why do I have to be the heir of Godric? Curse him and his muggle loving descendents. Why couldn't I be from Slytherin? He has the right idea. And Harry. He's such a goody-goody. What do the teachers see in him? He thinks he's so cool, but what does he know? Hermione's right there, in love with him, and he's still mooning over Cho Chang. That boy has.."
Ron stopped there, hearing Harry come in. Quickly, he hid the book under his pillow.
"Come on, Harry," he smiled. "Let's go."
Dinner was a magnificent affair. The few couples staying together had music and a dance floor. There was mistletoe, streamers, wreathes, and trees. Tinsel was hung everywhere.
Ginny and Colin Creevey were dancing together, rather closely, Ron noted. He started to make his was over there, when Susan Bones shyly came up to him. "Would you like to dance?" She whispered, hardly audible. Turning red as a tomato, he nodded. They made their way to the floor. Harry was all alone, standing by the food table. He saw Ginny and Colin dancing, and his heart swelled with hurt pride. He had thought Ginny liked him; he had figured that she would wait for him. He was wrong. He looked over there, jealous. She seemed to have sensed his gaze, she looked up at him. Seeing him there, all alone, she whispered in Colin's ear. Smiling at him, they broke apart, and she came over. When she reached him, he grinned, and asked her a question.
"Would you like to dance?"
Harry woke up the next morning with a horrid headache. He glanced at the alarm clock Hermione had witched to work at Hogwarts, he saw it was past noon. Sighing, he laid back, remembering the night before.
After he had asked Ginny to dance, the had not paused all night. Rarely saying anything, they danced all night long, twirling around the sparkling floor. They completely forgot about anyone else in the room. Ron, Susan, even Colin seemed to disappear. Then she kissed him. And the world had melted away. Nothing would ever be the same again. He tried to remind himself that they were friends, but she was not helping at all. Ginny had lost herself to her feelings, forgetting that she and Colin had almost begun to start a relationship the day before. Harry let himself forget about Hermione, and how she seemed to love him so much. And they twirled around and around, until the music stopped. Then they had left the magical room, somehow knowing that the moment would never be the same. And they separated.
Harry lay there, wondering where she was for an hour. Finally, he rolled out of bed and made his was down the stairs to the common room. Ron was sitting by the fire, writing in a little black leather-bound book. Harry had seen it before, but he couldn't remember when, or where. He had a bad feeling about it, but with out any proof or even clues to what it might be, he decided not to mention it. That was a big mistake.
Looking up, Ron saw that Harry was watching him. They hear a noise on the girls' stairs, and saw a drowsy red-head descend, clutching a dressing gown at her throat.
"Hello Ron," she said, not seeing Harry. When she had reached the bottom, she found that Harry was sitting on the other side of the room, watching her. She blushed, and went over to sit next to him. "Hello," she murmured, staring at her hands.
"Hey, Gin," Harry said, unsure of himself. After attempting to make conversation several times, he decided to go take a shower.
Letting the hot water roll over his shoulders, Harry let his thoughts wander. He had always loved thinking like this, just him and steam. He closed his eyes and pictured Ginny, wondering what she was doing. He thought back to the night before. Had they really been themselves? Or did she just pretend. Did she want to be more that friends? If so, how much more? Was she ready to let people know about them? Was there a 'Them'?
Harry didn't know, but he decided to let someone else worry about that. He just wanted to sit back and relax.
Harry did just that for the rest of the afternoon. He sat in front of the fire, and just let his mind wander. He refused to worry about the rising threat Voldemort was posing on the wizarding world. He didn't let his worries about Ginny fret him. He just sat there, remembering all the happy days he and Ron and Hermione had together. He thought back to when they had defeated the troll back in first year and smiled. Back then, there was nothing that could get between them. Then in sixth year, Ron and Hermione had begun dating. And nothing had been the same since. Harry knew that Ron really liked Hermione then, and still did. But Hermione had broken it off with him after a few weeks, claiming there was someone else. Ron claimed he knew who it was, but Harry had no idea who it was. As far as he knew, she hadn't dated anyone seriously since.
Ginny sat down next to Harry around three o'clock. She looked at him, wondering what he was thinking about. Remembering the night before, she blushed. They were only friends, no matter how much she wanted it to be more. They had danced all night, just to dance. He couldn't have any feelings for her. but when she remembered how he had kissed her, it made her wonder. Maybe he really did like her. But he couldn't love her. He just couldn't. She knew that he thought of her too much like his little sister for that.
Harry looked up, and noticed Ginny sitting next to him, staring. He tapped her shoulder, and took her hand. Silently, they made their way outside. Harry cast a drying spell on the both of them, and they lay down on the snow. He took her in his arms, and they talked. If you asked either of them what they had talked about later, they couldn't have told you. But Harry could have told you that Ginny had exactly sixty-nine freckles on her face, and Ginny would have said that no matter what anyone else says, Harry's eyes had blue and brown swirling around in the emerald green.
Later that night, when they went in for dinner, Ron demanded to know what they had been up to. They ignored him. Up in the common room, they curled up on the couch by the fire together; it was like they had just found each other. It was like they were in love.
The rest of Christmas vacation flew by in a whirl for Ginny and Harry. Whenever Harry walked in when Ron had been alone, he found him writing in the little black book. Harry figured it was just a faze, and went back to Ginny. They had finally come to the mutual agreement that they should become an official couple.
Soon, the halls were once again crowded, and days were filled with classes. News of Harry and Ginny spread like wildfire. Boys noticed the little flame-haired beauty no one had seen before. Girls talked of how much of a shame it was that Harry Potter was no longer single.
Classes were getting harder for Harry and the rest of the seventh years as the Easter Holidays drew closer. Teachers had stopped teaching new things long ago, and were now reviewing everything from the time they were in first year. Homework was being piled up. There were only a few months left until the NEWTS; only a few months left at Hogwarts.
Hermione was going insane. Why did Ginny get Harry? He hadn't even noticed she existed until over Christmas break. What had happened? Hermione had thought that Colin and Ginny were going steady, but something must have happened.
She had also noticed Ron acting funny. She continually saw him writing in a small black book. It reminded her of something; she knew it was no good. It reminded her of a dark arts artifact. the diary Ginny wrote in when they were in second year. Tom Riddle's diary. Voldemort's memory of him as a sixteen year old. There had to be something wrong. As time went by, Ron seemed more uptight, more mysterious. She had begun to notice that he disappeared for sometime every Sunday night. No one else seemed to notice anything wrong, so the girl assumed she was imagining things.
Harry was intoxicated, if that was the right word, by Ginny. It overwhelmed him that he had never noticed her any more than a sister before. She was like a devil, with an evil beauty to her. She was kindhearted, and had a feeling about her that was comforting, it made her easy to talk to. Every free minute he had went to her, and more. He studied with her, tutored her in transfiguration. He adjusted the ways he got to class so he could pass her in the hall. They sat together late in the evening, just enjoying each others' company. He played with her hair, she rested her head in his lap. They were the perfect couple. It could have lasted forever. And no one doubted it would.
As April drew closer, Harry found it harder to concentrate on his studies. He found himself staring at her instead of studying, taking walks by the lake instead of doing homework. And then one day something happened that would change his view of her forever. That something that happened was called Divination.
As usual, Professor Trelawney stopped in front of Harry's table. They were practicing Tarot readings, and Harry had been paired with Lavender.
"There is danger in your future," Lavender began, apparently taking a leaf out of the teacher's book, "but love is there also. A red-headed friend will save you from another, but only after they befriend you in a way to hurt you. In time, this will become a terrible thing, but if you prevent it now, it will result in your death. Do not sacrifice yourself for love, except in the final battle. You will know when this is, and will save the world in it. Be aware of your surroundings. If you do not watch and listen, you will never learn. Do not let history repeat itself." Lavender seemed to awaken out of a trance, and put her hand to her mouth, horrified. "What did I just say, Harry? Tell me!"
Harry looked at her, stricken. She had seemed so out of it, almost like the professor when she had made a prediction in third year during the exams.
"History will repeat itself," Professor Trelawney stated, looking over his shoulder at the cards laid out in front of them. She looked at him in a weird way, almost disbelieving, but it turned to that of a frightened one. She quickly shook her head, and walked away.
Harry thought about the reading for a moment, thinking hard. Who did he know that was a red head? And they were befriending him now.. He knew of only two people redheaded that would be likely, but he then ruled out the older of the two. Ron could never hurt him, and they were already friends. That left one.
Ginny.
"My lord." "Kneel when you are around me!" the taller man shouted. "Yes, my Lord." "What news do you bring me of the boy?" "He knows something. It was the Brown girl. She told him about me. I don't think he suspects me though." "Good. Over the holidays, we will meet once, to prepare for your initiation. Do not let anybody know of this. Four others will be with you, know one is to know who anyone else coming is. Do you understand?" "Yes, my Lord." "Good. Crucio." The man through his head back and laughed. His hood fell off, revealing to red eyes, and slit nostrils. "Wormtail! Come." A short, plump man appeared next to the child who was writhing in pain. "Here it is my Lord." He pulled out a glass vile, containing a yellow potion. "The liquid fire is ready."
Harry moaned softly in his sleep, rolled over, and opened his eyes slightly. A burst of light shone through the door, and a boy came in. He slowly undressed, and climbed into Ron's bed. Harry closed his eyes, and didn't remember anything in the morning. He pictured Ginny, with her flaming beauty. What if the prophesy was true? Could he risk staying with her? He didn't know. But he did know one thing. He was in love. With Ginny.
"Master, I have found the formula. Liquid fire, Burn weed, and Muzzle- wart combined make a poison so deadly, it is called Blood-Rot. It mingles with blood, entering through the skin, and kills from the inside. You lose abilities slowly, such as logic, and soon it gets to physical disabilities. The blood slowly begins to."
"OK! Shut up. Get it ready, I will add the fire personally. The plan is underway. Crucio."
A/n: Hope you like it! I'm looking for a beta for this, I figured I'd post it here now, and later I'll post it on www.schnoogle.com. Well, review, tell me if you like it, and I'll post the next chapter soon! Now, I need a lot of inspiration to keep writing this, and I] hearing what you guys have to say about my work! Happy Christmas!