HARRY'S POV
Once up in the dormitory, I took off my cloak and cautiously looked out the window. I couldn't see any dementors at the moment - but that didn't mean they had left. I groaned at the thought of what Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister and my girlfriend would say. She worried a lot and this situation would surely be no exception. I looked around for Ron and realized he had gone into the adjoining loo for a moment. I seized the opportunity to search for Ginny. See, Ron really isn't keen on the idea of Ginny and I dating.
When I got downstairs, I didn't have to search very far. Ginny was pacing the common room, muttering to herself. She looked up when she heard me and quickly stopped muttering.
"Harry! How are you?" she said, coming over to me and slipping her arms around my neck. I gave her a kiss before telling her what was wrong.
"Ginny," I said carefully, beckoning her to sit next to me on the couch, "I have something to tell you."
Ginny frowned slightly. "What is it?" she asked, looking at me with her bright blue eyes.
"Well," I began, "remember in your second year when the dementors were guarding Hogwarts and how one of them tried to give me their Kiss?"
"Yes," Ginny whispered. She was terrified already, I could tell.
"Er, uh, they're back. McGonagall thinks they want revenge. I'm not permitted to leave the Tower until further notice." The words came out in a rush. I glanced at my girlfriend for her reaction.
Ginny had gone stark white in the face. She was rocking back and forth slightly, her eyes staring at something, but I couldn't tell what.
"Ginny?" I said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Ginny? Are you okay?"
"Harry the dementors are after you! Of course I'm not okay!" she cried suddenly, jumping up. "This is not a matter that should be taken lightly!"
"Hey, calm down," I told her. "Remember, it's just a theory. No one knows for sure yet why the dementors have returned, but trust me, Dumbledore hates them, so they won't be here for long."
Some of the color then returned to Ginny's face and she sat down again. "I guess you've got a point," she said slowly.
"Trust me; everything'll be just fine," I said, leaning over to kiss her again.
But beofre I could get any farther, the portrait hole opened and Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Potter," she said gravely, "come with me."
Once up in the dormitory, I took off my cloak and cautiously looked out the window. I couldn't see any dementors at the moment - but that didn't mean they had left. I groaned at the thought of what Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister and my girlfriend would say. She worried a lot and this situation would surely be no exception. I looked around for Ron and realized he had gone into the adjoining loo for a moment. I seized the opportunity to search for Ginny. See, Ron really isn't keen on the idea of Ginny and I dating.
When I got downstairs, I didn't have to search very far. Ginny was pacing the common room, muttering to herself. She looked up when she heard me and quickly stopped muttering.
"Harry! How are you?" she said, coming over to me and slipping her arms around my neck. I gave her a kiss before telling her what was wrong.
"Ginny," I said carefully, beckoning her to sit next to me on the couch, "I have something to tell you."
Ginny frowned slightly. "What is it?" she asked, looking at me with her bright blue eyes.
"Well," I began, "remember in your second year when the dementors were guarding Hogwarts and how one of them tried to give me their Kiss?"
"Yes," Ginny whispered. She was terrified already, I could tell.
"Er, uh, they're back. McGonagall thinks they want revenge. I'm not permitted to leave the Tower until further notice." The words came out in a rush. I glanced at my girlfriend for her reaction.
Ginny had gone stark white in the face. She was rocking back and forth slightly, her eyes staring at something, but I couldn't tell what.
"Ginny?" I said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Ginny? Are you okay?"
"Harry the dementors are after you! Of course I'm not okay!" she cried suddenly, jumping up. "This is not a matter that should be taken lightly!"
"Hey, calm down," I told her. "Remember, it's just a theory. No one knows for sure yet why the dementors have returned, but trust me, Dumbledore hates them, so they won't be here for long."
Some of the color then returned to Ginny's face and she sat down again. "I guess you've got a point," she said slowly.
"Trust me; everything'll be just fine," I said, leaning over to kiss her again.
But beofre I could get any farther, the portrait hole opened and Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Potter," she said gravely, "come with me."