Raven: The Professional Troublemaker
By: Serena-chan
A/N: New chapter finally up!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ron awoke quite late on Tuesday morning. He had not been able to look Harry in the face all day yesterday, and he had sat up all night worrying about Raven's next phase.
Sitting up, he discovered that his room was deserted. Glancing at the clock, he realized just how late it was. 10:45! Raven was going to kill him if he was late two days in a row. Ron stumbled out of his room. On the way to the bathroom, he ran into Fred, George, and Lee Jordan coming up the stairs.
"Hullo, Lee," Ron greeted him. "When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago," Lee responded.
"Lee's going to help us with one of our latest developments," Fred said, grinning wickedly. The twins and Lee retreated to the bedroom while Ron made himself busy in the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Ron dashed out of the bathroom and raced down the hall toward the stairs. Just as he was passing the twins' room, he felt a tiny pang of some small object hitting him in the back of the neck. Instantly, he began to feel tingly all over, and the next thing he knew, his skin had turned purple.
Fred, George, and Lee burst out of the twins' room howling with laughter. Ron, realizing he was the victim of, yet another, one of their experiments, stood there, trying too look indignant. (Which is a very difficult thing to do when you've been turned purple.) As soon as they'd gotten their breath back, George explained.
"It's our latest invention," he said. "Mood detectors."
"All you have to do," said Fred, holding up a bag of tiny grey stones and a small blowgun, "is blow one of these pellets at your victim. When it hits them, that person will turn a color depending on what their mood was when the pellet hit them."
"See, we've got it all worked out," Lee proudly displayed a list. Ron read:
Mood Colors:
red - angry
pink - in love
purple - worried
blue - sad
yellow - happy
green - not feeling well
orange - embarrassed
"According to this," Lee said, examining the sheet in his hand, "you're worried about something."
"Yeah," George questioned, "what were you in such a hurry for anyway?"
"I'll tell you later," Ron said impatiently, "but right now could you please return me to my normal color?!"
"Calm down," George said. "It wears off in 60 seconds anyway. Now, to find someone else to test this on. . ."
"Right," muttered Ron, angrily. Dashing down the stairs, and praying no one saw him with purple skin, Ron raced out of the house and into the woods.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
He ran into the clearing to find Raven angrily stirring in the last ingredients to the bravery potion. Glancing at his watch, he winced. Fifteen minutes late. (Although, luckily his skin was back to its normal color.)
Raven whirled around when she heard him approaching. She opened her mouth to scream at him, but Ron interrupted her. "I know I'm late! But I have a very good reason this time, I swear!" Ron explained about mood detectors.
"Hmmmm," Raven said when he was finished. "We could probably use their discovery to our advantage." She then thought about what Ron had just told her again and frowned. "You didn't tell me Lee Jordan was coming over."
"I guess I forgot," Ron said. "He's staying over tonight, and then the twin are going to his house tomorrow night to stay over."
"Let's just hope this doesn't complicate matters," Raven said, grabbing Ron by the arm and leading him out of the woods. "Now, today is phase two. That means we have to get them to have what Ginny would call a 'meaningful conversation.'"
"How are we going to that?"
Raven didn't answer, but proceeded to drag him up to the house. Peeking around the side of the house, she said, "Good, Ginny's in the garden. That's the perfect place! Now, where's Harry?" Ron shrugged, and Raven gave an exasperated sigh before pulling him into the house.
They found Harry sitting alone in the kitchen. He was sipping a mug of tea, and watching Ginny from an open window with a rather mesmerized look on his face. Raven entered the kitchen, and Ron started to follow, but Raven shoved him rather roughly out of site.
Harry looked up and saw her as she walked over and sat down in a chair beside him. "Hello, Raven," he said. "You haven't seen Ron this morning, have you?"
"No, I haven't seen him at all this morning." She said this with a slight edge to her voice which told Ron that he'd get it if he dared to show his face. With a soft sigh, Ron knelt beside the kitchen door to listen. "Harry," Raven continued, "have you seen Ginny?"
Harry flushed and pointed out the window to Ginny sitting in the garden. "She's been out there for about an hour, now."
"Oh, so she is!" Raven said, pretending to spot Ginny for the first time. She then furrowed her brow as though worried about something. "Harry, have you noticed Ginny acting strangely these past few days?"
"No," Harry said, thinking. "Not that I can recall."
"Well. . . I'm not sure I should be telling you this," Raven said, trying to make herself look guilty. "but there's something that she's terribly worried about, and I'm afraid that it's going to affect her health!"
"What is it," Harry asked, his face instantly worried. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Actually, that's why I came to you," Raven went on, her voice high with false concern. "Ever since the last Tri Wizard challenge she's been so worried about you, what with You-Know-Who back and all. She spends all her time worrying about you!"
"She does?" Asked Harry. "Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe you could just go and talk to her. Spend a little time with her to show her that you're all right."
"I-I suppose I could do that," Harry said.
"Why don't you go now?" Raven suggested, "Since you can't find Ron, and Ginny's out there all by herself, this is the perfect time."
"Alright," Harry stood, looking very unsure of himself, and headed toward the back door.
"Oh, and Harry," Raven said, putting on her 'worried-friend' look once more. "Could you please not mention our little chat to Ginny? She'll be ever so mad if she knows that I told you!"
"I won't mention it," Harry said, shutting the door behind him.
Once Harry was safely out of hearing range, Raven sank into a chair laughing loudly. Ron emerged from his hiding place scowling at her. "You're impossible!" Ron said, "I've never heard anyone tell that many lies in one sitting in my life. Except of course maybe Malfoy."
Raven stopped laughing, "Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. Ginny has been worrying about Harry a lot since the end of last year. I just exaggerated it a little, that's all." Before Ron could reply, Raven hopped out of her chair and dragged him over to the open window. "Now, we'll just use a little of this to 'romanticize the atmosphere.'" Giggling, Raven stuck her hand in her pocket and emerged with a handful of shimmering pink dust.
"What is it?"
"It's some of that love dust we bought," Raven explained. "When it's blown onto you, you fall in love with the first person you see."
"Shouldn't we just let them handle this themselves?" Ron asked exasperatedly. Raven glared at him and raised her palm of glittery dust to her lips to blow.
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"I don't know where everyone has got to!" Fred said irritatedly, "We've got to find someone else to test this on." The twins and Lee were walking around the Weasley's yard in search of their next victim.
"Hey, isn't that Harry and Ginny over there in the garden?" Lee said, pointing.
"Why so it is!" George said happily, "Come on. We'll sneak up on them."
They crouched low behind the flowers and crawled under the kitchen window to where they could get a better view. George raised the blowgun to his lips and stood up to take aim. At the same moment, Raven blew the dust from her hand. It hit George full in the back of the head.
"Oh, dear!" Raven squealed. "That wasn't supposed to happen!"
George collapsed from the impact of so much magic being poured on him at once. Fred and Lee rushed over to their friend/brother.
"Are you alright, George?" Lee asked, holding out a hand. George took it and allowed Lee to help him up before looking him strait in the face.
"Oh, no!" Ron groaned from inside the house. He pulled Raven quickly out of view. "Now what's going to happen?!"
"Well," Raven said uneasily, "if the instructions on the package are true, then George should fall in love with Lee."
"What?!" Ron bellowed, outraged. "There is a cure, isn't there?"
"I don't know! I left the directions upstairs. Maybe it'll tell the antidote." Raven and Ron raced up the stairs to Ginny's room.
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"George, are you alright?" Lee repeated. George continued to stare at Lee's face.
"I love you," George said.
"What?!" Lee shouted, "Stop kidding, George. This isn't funny."
"I'm not kidding. I love you."
"Maybe he hit his head when he fell." Fred said waving a hand in front of his twin's staring eyes.
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Out in the garden, Harry nervously approached Ginny. She was sitting, on a stone bench, sketch pad in her lap, and staring intently at the drawing before her. She was so lost in her own world that she didn't even notice Harry walk up.
"Hello, Ginny," he said softly.
Ginny looked up, startled, and blushed when she saw who it was. "Oh, hello, Harry."
"Mind if I sit down?" She shook her head, and he sat down next to her on the bench. Oh, dear! he thought to himself. What am I supposed to do now?! I'm not even really sure what I'm supposed to be talking to her about. He glanced around franticly for a moment, searching for a topic of conversation. His eyes landed on her sketchbook. "What are you drawing?"
Ginny shyly held the book out to him. She had been sketching the daffodils that were sitting just opposite them in the garden. "This is really good!" Harry said, surprised. He'd always know Ginny was a good artist, but he'd never really know how good she was. The flowers on the page before him looked as though they were real.
"What other things do you draw?"
"Oh, people mostly," she said. "Although it's hard getting anyone to sit still long enough to finish. I have all these half done sketches of people because they never will stay in one place." There was a moment of silence before Ginny asked, "Do you draw?"
"I've tried a couple times, but I'm not very good at it," Harry said. "Not like you are."
"Nonsense," Ginny said. "All it takes is a little practice, like Quiditch."
"I suppose you're right," Harry said. He began to say something else, but his scare chose that cursed moment to hurt. It was a searing, burning pain that shot strait down his scar and spread across his forehead. He gave a small gasp of pain, and fell to his knees, his hands clasped to his forehead.
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Upstairs in Ginny's room, Raven searched fraticly for the slip of instructions that had come with the love dust. Ron was peering out the window, watching as George tried to kiss Lee, and Fred tried to drag George away from him. "Hurry up, Raven! You've got to find it before something really bad happens!"
"I'm looking!" She said, "I'm just not sure where I put it." She spotted a slip of paper lying on the dresser. "Here it is!" She scanned the page quickly. "All you have to do is say 'So mote it be,' and the love dust will be deactivated."
"Well, come on then!" Ron said, rushing down the stairs.
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"George, I'm serious! This isn't funny anymore," Lee said, backing away from his friend.
"But I love you!"
"George, may I have a word with you please?" Fred said, taking him by the arm and dragging him over by the kitchen window to where Lee couldn't hear them. "What is going on with you?"
"I'm serious," George replied, looking his brother in the eye, "I love him."
"Since when?!" Fred almost shouted.
"I'm not sure. I just came over me all of the sudden."
Ron and Raven crept up to the kitchen window. "So mote it be!" Raven whispered.
"I was just standing there, and then. . .I. . ." A sort of dazed look came over George's face. He shook his head a couple of times, "What was I just saying?" Ron and Raven sank to their knees with relief as Fred gave his twin a strange look.
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"Oh, Harry!" Ginny cried, collapsing to her knees beside him, sending her sketchbook flying. "Are you alright."
"I should be fine in a minute," Harry said through clenched teeth, his face scrunched up in pain. "It does this all the time off and on since Voldemort came back. The pain never lasts more than five minutes." He tried to stand up, but the burning hot pain forced him back to his knees. It was much worse this time than it had ever been before.
Ginny was on the verge of tears now. It tore her heart in half to see Harry in so much pain. She wanted to do something, anything to take the pain away from him.
Through the red haze that had surrounded him, Harry felt Ginny gently removing his hands from his head. She brushed back the unruly black hair, exposing his scar. She ran gentle fingers across his forehead. Her fingers felt cool and soothing against his hot flesh. He shivered as she ran a finger down his scar. The pain lessened some.
"That feels nice," he whispered softly as she continued to caress him with her gentle touch. Ginny furrowed her brow, trying to decide if she had enough courage to go through with what she wanted to do. Slowly, she leaned forward and tenderly brushed her lips against his scar.
The moment he felt her lips against him, Harry felt all the pain leave him. It was replaced by a warm, loving feeling that raced through his whole body. The red haze lifted, and he looked up at Ginny to see that she was crying.
"Shhhh. Ginny don't cry," Harry said, pulling her into his lap. "It's stopped hurting now. You made the pain go away."
"I didn't do anything," Ginny said softly, as Harry brushed the tears from her cheeks.
"Yes, you did. The pain went right away, the moment you. . ." Harry could feel himself blushing from head to toe, "the moment you kissed me. Thank you, Ginny."
"Your welcome," she said, blushing just as red as him.
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"Phase two complete!" Raven sighed happily, watching Ginny and Harry from the clump of tulips that she and Ron were hiding in. "I can hardly wait for tomorrow! Truth or dare, here we come!" Ron groaned and headed back toward the house.
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A/N: Once again, sorry these chapters are being posted so far apart but I'm having some serious writer's block concerning this story. Please review and tell me if you think I should drag out Harry and Ginny getting together for a long period of time, or make them get together more quickly. I'm really not sure which direction to take here. Thanx! ~Serena-chan~
By: Serena-chan
A/N: New chapter finally up!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ron awoke quite late on Tuesday morning. He had not been able to look Harry in the face all day yesterday, and he had sat up all night worrying about Raven's next phase.
Sitting up, he discovered that his room was deserted. Glancing at the clock, he realized just how late it was. 10:45! Raven was going to kill him if he was late two days in a row. Ron stumbled out of his room. On the way to the bathroom, he ran into Fred, George, and Lee Jordan coming up the stairs.
"Hullo, Lee," Ron greeted him. "When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago," Lee responded.
"Lee's going to help us with one of our latest developments," Fred said, grinning wickedly. The twins and Lee retreated to the bedroom while Ron made himself busy in the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Ron dashed out of the bathroom and raced down the hall toward the stairs. Just as he was passing the twins' room, he felt a tiny pang of some small object hitting him in the back of the neck. Instantly, he began to feel tingly all over, and the next thing he knew, his skin had turned purple.
Fred, George, and Lee burst out of the twins' room howling with laughter. Ron, realizing he was the victim of, yet another, one of their experiments, stood there, trying too look indignant. (Which is a very difficult thing to do when you've been turned purple.) As soon as they'd gotten their breath back, George explained.
"It's our latest invention," he said. "Mood detectors."
"All you have to do," said Fred, holding up a bag of tiny grey stones and a small blowgun, "is blow one of these pellets at your victim. When it hits them, that person will turn a color depending on what their mood was when the pellet hit them."
"See, we've got it all worked out," Lee proudly displayed a list. Ron read:
Mood Colors:
red - angry
pink - in love
purple - worried
blue - sad
yellow - happy
green - not feeling well
orange - embarrassed
"According to this," Lee said, examining the sheet in his hand, "you're worried about something."
"Yeah," George questioned, "what were you in such a hurry for anyway?"
"I'll tell you later," Ron said impatiently, "but right now could you please return me to my normal color?!"
"Calm down," George said. "It wears off in 60 seconds anyway. Now, to find someone else to test this on. . ."
"Right," muttered Ron, angrily. Dashing down the stairs, and praying no one saw him with purple skin, Ron raced out of the house and into the woods.
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He ran into the clearing to find Raven angrily stirring in the last ingredients to the bravery potion. Glancing at his watch, he winced. Fifteen minutes late. (Although, luckily his skin was back to its normal color.)
Raven whirled around when she heard him approaching. She opened her mouth to scream at him, but Ron interrupted her. "I know I'm late! But I have a very good reason this time, I swear!" Ron explained about mood detectors.
"Hmmmm," Raven said when he was finished. "We could probably use their discovery to our advantage." She then thought about what Ron had just told her again and frowned. "You didn't tell me Lee Jordan was coming over."
"I guess I forgot," Ron said. "He's staying over tonight, and then the twin are going to his house tomorrow night to stay over."
"Let's just hope this doesn't complicate matters," Raven said, grabbing Ron by the arm and leading him out of the woods. "Now, today is phase two. That means we have to get them to have what Ginny would call a 'meaningful conversation.'"
"How are we going to that?"
Raven didn't answer, but proceeded to drag him up to the house. Peeking around the side of the house, she said, "Good, Ginny's in the garden. That's the perfect place! Now, where's Harry?" Ron shrugged, and Raven gave an exasperated sigh before pulling him into the house.
They found Harry sitting alone in the kitchen. He was sipping a mug of tea, and watching Ginny from an open window with a rather mesmerized look on his face. Raven entered the kitchen, and Ron started to follow, but Raven shoved him rather roughly out of site.
Harry looked up and saw her as she walked over and sat down in a chair beside him. "Hello, Raven," he said. "You haven't seen Ron this morning, have you?"
"No, I haven't seen him at all this morning." She said this with a slight edge to her voice which told Ron that he'd get it if he dared to show his face. With a soft sigh, Ron knelt beside the kitchen door to listen. "Harry," Raven continued, "have you seen Ginny?"
Harry flushed and pointed out the window to Ginny sitting in the garden. "She's been out there for about an hour, now."
"Oh, so she is!" Raven said, pretending to spot Ginny for the first time. She then furrowed her brow as though worried about something. "Harry, have you noticed Ginny acting strangely these past few days?"
"No," Harry said, thinking. "Not that I can recall."
"Well. . . I'm not sure I should be telling you this," Raven said, trying to make herself look guilty. "but there's something that she's terribly worried about, and I'm afraid that it's going to affect her health!"
"What is it," Harry asked, his face instantly worried. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Actually, that's why I came to you," Raven went on, her voice high with false concern. "Ever since the last Tri Wizard challenge she's been so worried about you, what with You-Know-Who back and all. She spends all her time worrying about you!"
"She does?" Asked Harry. "Well, what do you want me to do?"
"Well, I was thinking that maybe you could just go and talk to her. Spend a little time with her to show her that you're all right."
"I-I suppose I could do that," Harry said.
"Why don't you go now?" Raven suggested, "Since you can't find Ron, and Ginny's out there all by herself, this is the perfect time."
"Alright," Harry stood, looking very unsure of himself, and headed toward the back door.
"Oh, and Harry," Raven said, putting on her 'worried-friend' look once more. "Could you please not mention our little chat to Ginny? She'll be ever so mad if she knows that I told you!"
"I won't mention it," Harry said, shutting the door behind him.
Once Harry was safely out of hearing range, Raven sank into a chair laughing loudly. Ron emerged from his hiding place scowling at her. "You're impossible!" Ron said, "I've never heard anyone tell that many lies in one sitting in my life. Except of course maybe Malfoy."
Raven stopped laughing, "Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. Ginny has been worrying about Harry a lot since the end of last year. I just exaggerated it a little, that's all." Before Ron could reply, Raven hopped out of her chair and dragged him over to the open window. "Now, we'll just use a little of this to 'romanticize the atmosphere.'" Giggling, Raven stuck her hand in her pocket and emerged with a handful of shimmering pink dust.
"What is it?"
"It's some of that love dust we bought," Raven explained. "When it's blown onto you, you fall in love with the first person you see."
"Shouldn't we just let them handle this themselves?" Ron asked exasperatedly. Raven glared at him and raised her palm of glittery dust to her lips to blow.
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"I don't know where everyone has got to!" Fred said irritatedly, "We've got to find someone else to test this on." The twins and Lee were walking around the Weasley's yard in search of their next victim.
"Hey, isn't that Harry and Ginny over there in the garden?" Lee said, pointing.
"Why so it is!" George said happily, "Come on. We'll sneak up on them."
They crouched low behind the flowers and crawled under the kitchen window to where they could get a better view. George raised the blowgun to his lips and stood up to take aim. At the same moment, Raven blew the dust from her hand. It hit George full in the back of the head.
"Oh, dear!" Raven squealed. "That wasn't supposed to happen!"
George collapsed from the impact of so much magic being poured on him at once. Fred and Lee rushed over to their friend/brother.
"Are you alright, George?" Lee asked, holding out a hand. George took it and allowed Lee to help him up before looking him strait in the face.
"Oh, no!" Ron groaned from inside the house. He pulled Raven quickly out of view. "Now what's going to happen?!"
"Well," Raven said uneasily, "if the instructions on the package are true, then George should fall in love with Lee."
"What?!" Ron bellowed, outraged. "There is a cure, isn't there?"
"I don't know! I left the directions upstairs. Maybe it'll tell the antidote." Raven and Ron raced up the stairs to Ginny's room.
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"George, are you alright?" Lee repeated. George continued to stare at Lee's face.
"I love you," George said.
"What?!" Lee shouted, "Stop kidding, George. This isn't funny."
"I'm not kidding. I love you."
"Maybe he hit his head when he fell." Fred said waving a hand in front of his twin's staring eyes.
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Out in the garden, Harry nervously approached Ginny. She was sitting, on a stone bench, sketch pad in her lap, and staring intently at the drawing before her. She was so lost in her own world that she didn't even notice Harry walk up.
"Hello, Ginny," he said softly.
Ginny looked up, startled, and blushed when she saw who it was. "Oh, hello, Harry."
"Mind if I sit down?" She shook her head, and he sat down next to her on the bench. Oh, dear! he thought to himself. What am I supposed to do now?! I'm not even really sure what I'm supposed to be talking to her about. He glanced around franticly for a moment, searching for a topic of conversation. His eyes landed on her sketchbook. "What are you drawing?"
Ginny shyly held the book out to him. She had been sketching the daffodils that were sitting just opposite them in the garden. "This is really good!" Harry said, surprised. He'd always know Ginny was a good artist, but he'd never really know how good she was. The flowers on the page before him looked as though they were real.
"What other things do you draw?"
"Oh, people mostly," she said. "Although it's hard getting anyone to sit still long enough to finish. I have all these half done sketches of people because they never will stay in one place." There was a moment of silence before Ginny asked, "Do you draw?"
"I've tried a couple times, but I'm not very good at it," Harry said. "Not like you are."
"Nonsense," Ginny said. "All it takes is a little practice, like Quiditch."
"I suppose you're right," Harry said. He began to say something else, but his scare chose that cursed moment to hurt. It was a searing, burning pain that shot strait down his scar and spread across his forehead. He gave a small gasp of pain, and fell to his knees, his hands clasped to his forehead.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Upstairs in Ginny's room, Raven searched fraticly for the slip of instructions that had come with the love dust. Ron was peering out the window, watching as George tried to kiss Lee, and Fred tried to drag George away from him. "Hurry up, Raven! You've got to find it before something really bad happens!"
"I'm looking!" She said, "I'm just not sure where I put it." She spotted a slip of paper lying on the dresser. "Here it is!" She scanned the page quickly. "All you have to do is say 'So mote it be,' and the love dust will be deactivated."
"Well, come on then!" Ron said, rushing down the stairs.
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"George, I'm serious! This isn't funny anymore," Lee said, backing away from his friend.
"But I love you!"
"George, may I have a word with you please?" Fred said, taking him by the arm and dragging him over by the kitchen window to where Lee couldn't hear them. "What is going on with you?"
"I'm serious," George replied, looking his brother in the eye, "I love him."
"Since when?!" Fred almost shouted.
"I'm not sure. I just came over me all of the sudden."
Ron and Raven crept up to the kitchen window. "So mote it be!" Raven whispered.
"I was just standing there, and then. . .I. . ." A sort of dazed look came over George's face. He shook his head a couple of times, "What was I just saying?" Ron and Raven sank to their knees with relief as Fred gave his twin a strange look.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Oh, Harry!" Ginny cried, collapsing to her knees beside him, sending her sketchbook flying. "Are you alright."
"I should be fine in a minute," Harry said through clenched teeth, his face scrunched up in pain. "It does this all the time off and on since Voldemort came back. The pain never lasts more than five minutes." He tried to stand up, but the burning hot pain forced him back to his knees. It was much worse this time than it had ever been before.
Ginny was on the verge of tears now. It tore her heart in half to see Harry in so much pain. She wanted to do something, anything to take the pain away from him.
Through the red haze that had surrounded him, Harry felt Ginny gently removing his hands from his head. She brushed back the unruly black hair, exposing his scar. She ran gentle fingers across his forehead. Her fingers felt cool and soothing against his hot flesh. He shivered as she ran a finger down his scar. The pain lessened some.
"That feels nice," he whispered softly as she continued to caress him with her gentle touch. Ginny furrowed her brow, trying to decide if she had enough courage to go through with what she wanted to do. Slowly, she leaned forward and tenderly brushed her lips against his scar.
The moment he felt her lips against him, Harry felt all the pain leave him. It was replaced by a warm, loving feeling that raced through his whole body. The red haze lifted, and he looked up at Ginny to see that she was crying.
"Shhhh. Ginny don't cry," Harry said, pulling her into his lap. "It's stopped hurting now. You made the pain go away."
"I didn't do anything," Ginny said softly, as Harry brushed the tears from her cheeks.
"Yes, you did. The pain went right away, the moment you. . ." Harry could feel himself blushing from head to toe, "the moment you kissed me. Thank you, Ginny."
"Your welcome," she said, blushing just as red as him.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Phase two complete!" Raven sighed happily, watching Ginny and Harry from the clump of tulips that she and Ron were hiding in. "I can hardly wait for tomorrow! Truth or dare, here we come!" Ron groaned and headed back toward the house.
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A/N: Once again, sorry these chapters are being posted so far apart but I'm having some serious writer's block concerning this story. Please review and tell me if you think I should drag out Harry and Ginny getting together for a long period of time, or make them get together more quickly. I'm really not sure which direction to take here. Thanx! ~Serena-chan~