Disclaimer: Any of the characters who you recognize belong to JK Rowling and not me. I own any of the characters who you don't know, like Melisande and Gotchyn
Chapter Five
Ginny tried to keep still and not breathe. She was underneath Harry's bed, curled up in a ball, waiting for Harry to come in. Ok, so it wasn't the best place to be and it was against school rules, but this was an emergency. Hermione and Ron were in the lounge playing a game of Shrieking Snap and the noise would be too much for Melisande and Harry to endure, so they would go somewhere more private (ie. Harry's bedroom) to talk. Then, Ginny would listen in to their conversation and hopefully figure out what it was about Melisande that made Hermione, Ron, and her blood run cold.
She knew it was eavesdropping and Harry would object, but the three of them decided that, as Harry wasn't exactly himself, he wouldn't mind.
Ginny hadn't been waiting long before she heard the door open and the sounds of shrieking and shouting rose up the stairs. Hermione and Ron must be having a ball, she thought, as she tucked her legs closer to her body. She watched two sets of feet walk over to the bed and sit down. They were dangling off the side of the bed dangerously close to her but she managed to keep quiet and out of the way. Harry had shut the door so they thought they were the only people in the room.
"I don't know what's gotten into them," Ginny heard Harry say as he moved about on the bed. "And Ginny. They're all acting strange."
Ginny stifled a squeak as some of her hair got caught to the bedsprings. Her hand over her mouth, she stared up towards the two lumps in the mattress, praying they didn't find her.
They hadn't seemed to notice, because at that moment, Melisande said something extremely strange. "Harry, can I have a lock of your hair?"
Ginny felt like gagging. How corny was that? Harry seemed to think so too.
"Why do you want a lock of my hair?" he asked.
"So I can keep it in my locket, so you'll always be close to my heart, no matter what happens." Melisande's voice sounded milky and purry.
Ginny made a face, even though no one could see her.
She felt one lump get up off the bed. "Ok, then," Harry said. He walked over to a chest of drawers and got out a pair of scissors. He laughed as he came and sat down again. "You chose the best looking bit," handing the scissors to Melisande.
Ginny heard the snip of metal and guessed Melisande had chopped of a lock of his hair. She felt strange...almost jealous. She'd give anything to have a lock of Harry's hair in her locket. Suddenly Melisande laughed.
"Harry, you know, I almost can feel us becoming one," she said.
Ginny heard Harry breathe in deeply and she figured they were kissing.
Great, she thought. I'm stuck under the bed as they get it on.
Suddenly there was a bang at the door. She felt the bed springs move quickly and Harry and Melisande pulled away. Harry went to the door and opened it. Peeking out, Ginny could see Hermione.
"Harry, I just thought I'd let you know that Ron and I have finished our game, so if you want the lounge, it's all yours." Hermione glanced casually downwards at Ginny, but Harry didn't notice.
"Yeah, ok, thanks," he said gruffly, obviously annoyed.
He motioned to Melisande and they all disappeared down the stairs. Ginny waited a few moments before crawling out from under the bed. Fat lot of use that was, she thought, fixing her now crumpled hair. She peeked around the corner and saw that neither Harry nor Melisande were, in fact, in the lounge room. She tiptoed down the stairs and ran across to the girl's dormitories. Hermione would be disappointed that all Ginny had found out was that Harry had given Melisande a lock of his hair. Nothing gory or strange about it.
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"He what?!" Hermione shouted, before clapping a hand over her mouth.
Ginny looked confused, as did Ron. "Miony, it's only a lock of hair. It's not like he..."
Hermione opened her eyes widely. "Ron, haven't you ever read "101 Spells for Witches and Wizards"?" she asked.
Ron sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. "No, I haven't."
Hermione impatiently cleared her throat. "If someone gives a lock of his or her hair freely to another person, he is giving his soul to them," she announced.
Ginny looked confused. "You mean that Melisande can control Harry? Like the devil or something?"
Hermione nodded. "Well, it could just be simply her wanting his hair for her locket, of course. She might just have a crush on him. But, if she knows about the spell and if she casts the appropriate spell, then she will be able to control him."
"Like tell him to go and do something?" Ron asked.
"Well, not entirely. It doesn't make the person a robot, but it does give her some control over him. It's a step towards having complete control over the person." Hermione looked worried. "And it all adds up, the strange things she has been doing."
Ginny shrugged. "But what if she just likes him? I mean, I'd kill to have a lock of his hair in my locket..."
She stalled at Ron's angry face. "Well I would!" she insisted.
Ron looked at Hermione. "What should we do?"
Hermione sighed and thought. "We'll watch them. Keep an eye on what they do. We can't very well go and accuse her of doing something if she's innocent. It'll just make Harry even madder at us."
Ginny nodded in agreement. "Ok. Do you think anyone else would know about her? Should we find out if anything strange is going on? If there is, it might be linked."
Ron scoffed. "Yeah, but who can we ask? We can't really go up to Professor Dumbledore and say, "Excuse me, but is there something really top secret going on that you would like to let us know?", can we?"
Hermione jumped up, snapping her fingers. "Got it!" she said enthusiastically.
Ron grinned. "Hope it's not contagious," he said.
"Haha," Hermione said, looking at him strangely.
"What have you got?" Ginny asked her. "Who have you thought of?"
Hermione smiled. "Hagrid."
Ron laughed. "Who else?"
Chapter Five
Ginny tried to keep still and not breathe. She was underneath Harry's bed, curled up in a ball, waiting for Harry to come in. Ok, so it wasn't the best place to be and it was against school rules, but this was an emergency. Hermione and Ron were in the lounge playing a game of Shrieking Snap and the noise would be too much for Melisande and Harry to endure, so they would go somewhere more private (ie. Harry's bedroom) to talk. Then, Ginny would listen in to their conversation and hopefully figure out what it was about Melisande that made Hermione, Ron, and her blood run cold.
She knew it was eavesdropping and Harry would object, but the three of them decided that, as Harry wasn't exactly himself, he wouldn't mind.
Ginny hadn't been waiting long before she heard the door open and the sounds of shrieking and shouting rose up the stairs. Hermione and Ron must be having a ball, she thought, as she tucked her legs closer to her body. She watched two sets of feet walk over to the bed and sit down. They were dangling off the side of the bed dangerously close to her but she managed to keep quiet and out of the way. Harry had shut the door so they thought they were the only people in the room.
"I don't know what's gotten into them," Ginny heard Harry say as he moved about on the bed. "And Ginny. They're all acting strange."
Ginny stifled a squeak as some of her hair got caught to the bedsprings. Her hand over her mouth, she stared up towards the two lumps in the mattress, praying they didn't find her.
They hadn't seemed to notice, because at that moment, Melisande said something extremely strange. "Harry, can I have a lock of your hair?"
Ginny felt like gagging. How corny was that? Harry seemed to think so too.
"Why do you want a lock of my hair?" he asked.
"So I can keep it in my locket, so you'll always be close to my heart, no matter what happens." Melisande's voice sounded milky and purry.
Ginny made a face, even though no one could see her.
She felt one lump get up off the bed. "Ok, then," Harry said. He walked over to a chest of drawers and got out a pair of scissors. He laughed as he came and sat down again. "You chose the best looking bit," handing the scissors to Melisande.
Ginny heard the snip of metal and guessed Melisande had chopped of a lock of his hair. She felt strange...almost jealous. She'd give anything to have a lock of Harry's hair in her locket. Suddenly Melisande laughed.
"Harry, you know, I almost can feel us becoming one," she said.
Ginny heard Harry breathe in deeply and she figured they were kissing.
Great, she thought. I'm stuck under the bed as they get it on.
Suddenly there was a bang at the door. She felt the bed springs move quickly and Harry and Melisande pulled away. Harry went to the door and opened it. Peeking out, Ginny could see Hermione.
"Harry, I just thought I'd let you know that Ron and I have finished our game, so if you want the lounge, it's all yours." Hermione glanced casually downwards at Ginny, but Harry didn't notice.
"Yeah, ok, thanks," he said gruffly, obviously annoyed.
He motioned to Melisande and they all disappeared down the stairs. Ginny waited a few moments before crawling out from under the bed. Fat lot of use that was, she thought, fixing her now crumpled hair. She peeked around the corner and saw that neither Harry nor Melisande were, in fact, in the lounge room. She tiptoed down the stairs and ran across to the girl's dormitories. Hermione would be disappointed that all Ginny had found out was that Harry had given Melisande a lock of his hair. Nothing gory or strange about it.
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"He what?!" Hermione shouted, before clapping a hand over her mouth.
Ginny looked confused, as did Ron. "Miony, it's only a lock of hair. It's not like he..."
Hermione opened her eyes widely. "Ron, haven't you ever read "101 Spells for Witches and Wizards"?" she asked.
Ron sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. "No, I haven't."
Hermione impatiently cleared her throat. "If someone gives a lock of his or her hair freely to another person, he is giving his soul to them," she announced.
Ginny looked confused. "You mean that Melisande can control Harry? Like the devil or something?"
Hermione nodded. "Well, it could just be simply her wanting his hair for her locket, of course. She might just have a crush on him. But, if she knows about the spell and if she casts the appropriate spell, then she will be able to control him."
"Like tell him to go and do something?" Ron asked.
"Well, not entirely. It doesn't make the person a robot, but it does give her some control over him. It's a step towards having complete control over the person." Hermione looked worried. "And it all adds up, the strange things she has been doing."
Ginny shrugged. "But what if she just likes him? I mean, I'd kill to have a lock of his hair in my locket..."
She stalled at Ron's angry face. "Well I would!" she insisted.
Ron looked at Hermione. "What should we do?"
Hermione sighed and thought. "We'll watch them. Keep an eye on what they do. We can't very well go and accuse her of doing something if she's innocent. It'll just make Harry even madder at us."
Ginny nodded in agreement. "Ok. Do you think anyone else would know about her? Should we find out if anything strange is going on? If there is, it might be linked."
Ron scoffed. "Yeah, but who can we ask? We can't really go up to Professor Dumbledore and say, "Excuse me, but is there something really top secret going on that you would like to let us know?", can we?"
Hermione jumped up, snapping her fingers. "Got it!" she said enthusiastically.
Ron grinned. "Hope it's not contagious," he said.
"Haha," Hermione said, looking at him strangely.
"What have you got?" Ginny asked her. "Who have you thought of?"
Hermione smiled. "Hagrid."
Ron laughed. "Who else?"