Orange Roses by Brita*Chica

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter Three: Hiding

After getting the nurse to pick up Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, Ginny sprinted back up to the common room.

Not that many people were there. It was a nice day outside and those who were not having fun were either studying or sleeping- both usually done in their own rooms.

As she walked in, she could see Harry holding the book over a fire, contained in a... Bubble? She had ever sent this kind of magic before.

He seemed to get more and more frustrated. At one point he stood up, glared at the book and yelled 'burn you infernal contraption.'

Ginny was about to suggest to him against that she should go to the hospital wing and lie down when eh turned around to look at her.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing. I wasn't doing anything. What are you doing with that book?"

"Killing it."

"It's a book."

"So?"

"You can't kill a book."

"This one you can."

"Harry, what happened to you?"

"Nothing."

"Yes it has. I'm worried about you. What you did to Malfoy, well, he did deserve it, but still. Don't you think that it was a bit extreme?"

"Not really."

"You couldn't do them curses earlier. Without a wand as well."

"Maybe you just didn't know what I can do. Burn!" He yelled, turning his attention away from Ginny and back to her poetry book.

"Harry. Stop." He turned around and must have seen the pleading in her eyes. He cleared the fire with a swipe of his hand and looked back at her, the book discarded it's bubble and fell down to the floor.

"What's going on?" She had planned to use a better question but she had also not planned for Harry to turn around.

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"You have no right to know!" He yelled at her, making her flinch and take a step backwards. "I'm sorry but you don't know what I have to do."

Ginny walked calmly out of the room, backwards, but calmly. She headed straight to the library.

"Do you have another book like the one I got out last time?" Ginny asked the Liberian.

"Name?"
"Ginny Weasley."

"No. That book was special. The only one. Been at Hogwarts since we were built. People say that it steals your very soul if it feels like it. Of course that is nonsense. Only idiots believe that the book it cursed."