The Princesses of Harry Potter
Chapter 3: Gazing into the Crystal Ball
Harry opened his eyes and realized he was in the
hospital wing. How he had gotten here, he had no clue,
but he did recognize the angel that hovered over him.
Hermione.
She smiled softly down at him when she saw him regain
consciousness. Relief as she had never known it spread
through her body. Thank God he was okay! What the hell
had happened to him? "Harry," she whispered, smoothing
his hair back.
"Hi," he whispered, drinking the sight of her in.
"What am I doing here?"
"You passed out… remember?"
He didn't remember a thing, but rather than scare her
more than she already was, he smiled sheepishly.
"Didn't get too much sleep."
She squeezed his hand. "Well thank God you're alright!
I told Neville to go tell Professor McGonagall what
happened. Ron's buying you sweets from Honeydukes."
"Why don't you go?" Harry asked. "All I'm going to do
is go back to the dorm and sleep. I feel… so tired…"
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I'd much rather stay here
with you, in case you need anything."
He leaned up, and kissed her. "I love you, you know
that?"
She blushed. "I love you too, Harry."
"Go, go. I'll be fine."
It took a few minutes to persuade Hermione to go, but
in the end, she gave in, giving him some time to rest.
"Okay," she said finally. "I'll go and meet up with
Ron. Get some rest, okay?"
Harry grinned. "It's a deal."
Madam Pomfrey came over and took Harry's temperature.
"You're free to go, Mr. Potter. Ms. Granger, would you
walk him?"
Hermione nodded. "Sure."
Ginny watched as Harry and Hermione left the hospital
wing. Damn, that was close!!! She'd have to be
extremely more careful next time…
She followed them silently and then saw them kiss in
front of the portrait hole. Red hot anger boiled
inside of her. Why did it have to be so hard? Why
couldn't Harry love her? When she saw Hermione leave
in the opposite direction, she knew this was her
chance.
She entered the common room after him, and saw him
heading toward the stairs. "Harry!!!!" she called.
He stopped and turned to her. "Hey, Ginny."
"You're not going to Hogsmeade?"
"No, I'm not feeling well," Harry said. "See you
later." He turned back to the stairs.
"Wait!" Ginny cried. "I have something to make you
feel better! Wait right here!"
Harry sat down on one of the lounge chairs. "Okay.
I'll wait here."
Ginny grinned, and walked out the door.
A familiar cackle filled the air as Ginny entered
Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Ooooo, someone's in trouble!!!" Myrtle sang when she
focused in on Ginny.
"What are you talking about!?" Ginny snapped, taking
the bottle of Butterbeer she had gotten off of Ron
from her bag.
"Feeling a little empty?" Myrtle cackled as Ginny
went to ladle some of the potion into the Butterbeer.
Ginny dropped the ladle with a clank. "No… no! Where
is it!?"
Myrtle gave a satisfied grin. She was awesome happy
when other people were in mortal peril.
"What did you do with it!?" Ginny hollered.
Myrtle, grinning floated down next to her. "*I* didn't
do a thing… you on the other hand…"
"Shut up!!" Ginny yelled frantically.
Myrtle laughed. "I distinctly remember you pouring the
whole thing into a bottle of Butterbeer. The whole
thing."
Ginny rubbed her face. No! Myrtle had to be lying!
And then… slowly, her memories flooded back.
"What do I do?!" Ginny cried. "Harry's waiting for
me!!! You have to help me!"
"I told Harry once he can share my bathroom with me.
Why should I care if you kill him?"
"Because I will tell Harry that you knew all along
where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was, and
kept it from him. Then, even in death, you won't have
him."
Myrtle's eyes narrowed to slits. "Liar."
"Try me!!!" Ginny yelled, kicking the cauldron
against the side of the stall.
"Fine," Myrtle said, crossing her arms. "I got this
off of the Granger girl." She held out a torn piece of
parchment.
Ginny took it, and read it eagerly. It was written in
Hermione's handwriting.
'After using all of a potion, there is no need to
start from scratch if you are using the same cauldron
the potion was brewed in. Simply use the spell
"Regenerate!"'
Ginny, shaking with excitement, pocketed the paper and
withdrew her wand. She pointed it inside the cauldron.
With Myrtle leaning over her shoulder, Ginny acted.
"Regenerate!"
At once, the potion started pouring out of her wand.
She grinned.
Harry was losing his patience. It had been nearly
twenty minutes since Ginny had left. Finally, he heard
the portrait hole open, and in walked Ginny.
"Hi Ginny," Harry said.
"Hi," she greeted.
Ginny rubbed her thumb along the mug of Butterbeer.
"That stuff is good," Harry said, noticing the mug.
Ginny smiled. "Yeah," Please let this work, she
thought. She extended it to him. "You can have it,"
He arched a brow. "It's yours."
"I'm not really in the mood for it. It'll make you
feel better." She said fast.
"No thanks, not really thirsty right now." Harry
said.
Ginny began sweating. "Are you sure? It'll only go to
waste…"
Harry shrugged. "Alright. I'll drink it during
Divination."
"No!" Ginny screeched.
Harry looked at her oddly.
"I mean, it'll get cold…" she started.
"What'd you poison it or something?" he asked.
Ginny bit her lip.
Harry laughed, and she did too, nervous laughter.
"And… I like the mug…" she whispered. 'C'mon," she
prodded. "I bet you can down that in five minutes."
He shrugged. "Alright, alright. I'll drink it for
you."
Ginny smiled. "Thanks,"
Harry took the mug, and chugged it.
Ginny watched him tensely.
He swayed on his feet, clutching his forehead. Ginny
began wringing her hands. He blinked, and then
collapsed to the floor.
"Oh no… oh no…" Ginny said. "Oh no…" she bent down
next to Harry and felt for a pulse. It was there,
strong. He must have just been unconscious. Ron would
be down there any minute!!! She grabbed his feet, and
pulled him behind the long red velvet drapes.
Ginny bent down to Harry. She started pacing. His eyes
were closed. To her delight, he clutched his head and
opened his eyes. He smiled up at her.
She gave him a small smile.
His eyes then rolled back into his head, and Ginny
feared he was going to collapse again… but his eyes
half open, he grinned at her.
"Harry?" Ginny asked nervously.
Harry climbed to his feet. "Ginny, my love…" he
pinched her chin.
Holy crap… it worked! Ginny grinned. "Harry?"
"Yes, sunshine?"
She beamed. Could it possibly be true? "So, you love
me?"
"More than you will ever know," he kissed her.
Ginny blushed and felt her lips. She had waited her
whole life for her first kiss from a boy… "It worked,"
she whispered, her grin growing wider. An evil thought
popped into her mind. "And Hermione?"
"Who, love?"
"EXCELLENT!!!" Ginny cried.
"You made it!" Ron cried as Harry took his seat next
to him in Divination class the next day.
"I did," Harry said.
Ron chuckled, checking his watch. "Ol' Trelawney
didn't even notice. You're lucky, you are."
"Yeah,"
"Is something wrong?" Ron asked, looking side-ways at
his best friend. "You seem… off."
"No."
Ron shrugged. "Too much Hermione, I guess." he
grinned. He frowned when he saw Harry didn't even
respond. "Harry, it was a joke."
Harry blinked. "Oh."
Ron shook his head. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah."
Professor Trelawney hovered around the room. "I have
put out your crystal balls before you. Clear your
mind, my dears and look, one at a time into the
crystal ball. Report what you see."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione's right. We should can
this subject…" he trailed off as he turned to Harry.
His gaze was on the crystal ball. "What?"
Harry didn't answer.
"You don't actually see anything, do you?" Ron asked.
Trelawney frolicked over to them. "Ah yes… Mr. Potter.
What do you see?"
Harry looked up with his half-dazed expression, and
said, "I see my love."
Ron rolled his eyes, and all of the girls sighed
dreamily.
Professor Trelawney grinned. "What else?"
"I see her and I wed."
Ron made gagging noises beside him.
Trelawney practically beamed. "You have the Inner Eye,
my child. Please, go on."
"She has the most beautiful amber eyes… and flaming
red hair…"
Ron snapped his head to him. "Come again?"
"And she's younger than I… I love everything about
her… right down to her freckles."
A few classmates giggled.
Ron arched a brow. "Herm doesn't have freckles,
Harry."
"She is my love, she is my life," Harry continued.
"Who are you seeing in there?" Ron asked, grinning
and looking in himself. "All I see is Lav… no one. I
mean, fog. I see fog." He blushed.
"And her name is Ginny Weasley," Harry finally
finished.
Ron fell off his stool.
Chapter 3: Gazing into the Crystal Ball
Harry opened his eyes and realized he was in the
hospital wing. How he had gotten here, he had no clue,
but he did recognize the angel that hovered over him.
Hermione.
She smiled softly down at him when she saw him regain
consciousness. Relief as she had never known it spread
through her body. Thank God he was okay! What the hell
had happened to him? "Harry," she whispered, smoothing
his hair back.
"Hi," he whispered, drinking the sight of her in.
"What am I doing here?"
"You passed out… remember?"
He didn't remember a thing, but rather than scare her
more than she already was, he smiled sheepishly.
"Didn't get too much sleep."
She squeezed his hand. "Well thank God you're alright!
I told Neville to go tell Professor McGonagall what
happened. Ron's buying you sweets from Honeydukes."
"Why don't you go?" Harry asked. "All I'm going to do
is go back to the dorm and sleep. I feel… so tired…"
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I'd much rather stay here
with you, in case you need anything."
He leaned up, and kissed her. "I love you, you know
that?"
She blushed. "I love you too, Harry."
"Go, go. I'll be fine."
It took a few minutes to persuade Hermione to go, but
in the end, she gave in, giving him some time to rest.
"Okay," she said finally. "I'll go and meet up with
Ron. Get some rest, okay?"
Harry grinned. "It's a deal."
Madam Pomfrey came over and took Harry's temperature.
"You're free to go, Mr. Potter. Ms. Granger, would you
walk him?"
Hermione nodded. "Sure."
Ginny watched as Harry and Hermione left the hospital
wing. Damn, that was close!!! She'd have to be
extremely more careful next time…
She followed them silently and then saw them kiss in
front of the portrait hole. Red hot anger boiled
inside of her. Why did it have to be so hard? Why
couldn't Harry love her? When she saw Hermione leave
in the opposite direction, she knew this was her
chance.
She entered the common room after him, and saw him
heading toward the stairs. "Harry!!!!" she called.
He stopped and turned to her. "Hey, Ginny."
"You're not going to Hogsmeade?"
"No, I'm not feeling well," Harry said. "See you
later." He turned back to the stairs.
"Wait!" Ginny cried. "I have something to make you
feel better! Wait right here!"
Harry sat down on one of the lounge chairs. "Okay.
I'll wait here."
Ginny grinned, and walked out the door.
A familiar cackle filled the air as Ginny entered
Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Ooooo, someone's in trouble!!!" Myrtle sang when she
focused in on Ginny.
"What are you talking about!?" Ginny snapped, taking
the bottle of Butterbeer she had gotten off of Ron
from her bag.
"Feeling a little empty?" Myrtle cackled as Ginny
went to ladle some of the potion into the Butterbeer.
Ginny dropped the ladle with a clank. "No… no! Where
is it!?"
Myrtle gave a satisfied grin. She was awesome happy
when other people were in mortal peril.
"What did you do with it!?" Ginny hollered.
Myrtle, grinning floated down next to her. "*I* didn't
do a thing… you on the other hand…"
"Shut up!!" Ginny yelled frantically.
Myrtle laughed. "I distinctly remember you pouring the
whole thing into a bottle of Butterbeer. The whole
thing."
Ginny rubbed her face. No! Myrtle had to be lying!
And then… slowly, her memories flooded back.
"What do I do?!" Ginny cried. "Harry's waiting for
me!!! You have to help me!"
"I told Harry once he can share my bathroom with me.
Why should I care if you kill him?"
"Because I will tell Harry that you knew all along
where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was, and
kept it from him. Then, even in death, you won't have
him."
Myrtle's eyes narrowed to slits. "Liar."
"Try me!!!" Ginny yelled, kicking the cauldron
against the side of the stall.
"Fine," Myrtle said, crossing her arms. "I got this
off of the Granger girl." She held out a torn piece of
parchment.
Ginny took it, and read it eagerly. It was written in
Hermione's handwriting.
'After using all of a potion, there is no need to
start from scratch if you are using the same cauldron
the potion was brewed in. Simply use the spell
"Regenerate!"'
Ginny, shaking with excitement, pocketed the paper and
withdrew her wand. She pointed it inside the cauldron.
With Myrtle leaning over her shoulder, Ginny acted.
"Regenerate!"
At once, the potion started pouring out of her wand.
She grinned.
Harry was losing his patience. It had been nearly
twenty minutes since Ginny had left. Finally, he heard
the portrait hole open, and in walked Ginny.
"Hi Ginny," Harry said.
"Hi," she greeted.
Ginny rubbed her thumb along the mug of Butterbeer.
"That stuff is good," Harry said, noticing the mug.
Ginny smiled. "Yeah," Please let this work, she
thought. She extended it to him. "You can have it,"
He arched a brow. "It's yours."
"I'm not really in the mood for it. It'll make you
feel better." She said fast.
"No thanks, not really thirsty right now." Harry
said.
Ginny began sweating. "Are you sure? It'll only go to
waste…"
Harry shrugged. "Alright. I'll drink it during
Divination."
"No!" Ginny screeched.
Harry looked at her oddly.
"I mean, it'll get cold…" she started.
"What'd you poison it or something?" he asked.
Ginny bit her lip.
Harry laughed, and she did too, nervous laughter.
"And… I like the mug…" she whispered. 'C'mon," she
prodded. "I bet you can down that in five minutes."
He shrugged. "Alright, alright. I'll drink it for
you."
Ginny smiled. "Thanks,"
Harry took the mug, and chugged it.
Ginny watched him tensely.
He swayed on his feet, clutching his forehead. Ginny
began wringing her hands. He blinked, and then
collapsed to the floor.
"Oh no… oh no…" Ginny said. "Oh no…" she bent down
next to Harry and felt for a pulse. It was there,
strong. He must have just been unconscious. Ron would
be down there any minute!!! She grabbed his feet, and
pulled him behind the long red velvet drapes.
Ginny bent down to Harry. She started pacing. His eyes
were closed. To her delight, he clutched his head and
opened his eyes. He smiled up at her.
She gave him a small smile.
His eyes then rolled back into his head, and Ginny
feared he was going to collapse again… but his eyes
half open, he grinned at her.
"Harry?" Ginny asked nervously.
Harry climbed to his feet. "Ginny, my love…" he
pinched her chin.
Holy crap… it worked! Ginny grinned. "Harry?"
"Yes, sunshine?"
She beamed. Could it possibly be true? "So, you love
me?"
"More than you will ever know," he kissed her.
Ginny blushed and felt her lips. She had waited her
whole life for her first kiss from a boy… "It worked,"
she whispered, her grin growing wider. An evil thought
popped into her mind. "And Hermione?"
"Who, love?"
"EXCELLENT!!!" Ginny cried.
"You made it!" Ron cried as Harry took his seat next
to him in Divination class the next day.
"I did," Harry said.
Ron chuckled, checking his watch. "Ol' Trelawney
didn't even notice. You're lucky, you are."
"Yeah,"
"Is something wrong?" Ron asked, looking side-ways at
his best friend. "You seem… off."
"No."
Ron shrugged. "Too much Hermione, I guess." he
grinned. He frowned when he saw Harry didn't even
respond. "Harry, it was a joke."
Harry blinked. "Oh."
Ron shook his head. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah."
Professor Trelawney hovered around the room. "I have
put out your crystal balls before you. Clear your
mind, my dears and look, one at a time into the
crystal ball. Report what you see."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione's right. We should can
this subject…" he trailed off as he turned to Harry.
His gaze was on the crystal ball. "What?"
Harry didn't answer.
"You don't actually see anything, do you?" Ron asked.
Trelawney frolicked over to them. "Ah yes… Mr. Potter.
What do you see?"
Harry looked up with his half-dazed expression, and
said, "I see my love."
Ron rolled his eyes, and all of the girls sighed
dreamily.
Professor Trelawney grinned. "What else?"
"I see her and I wed."
Ron made gagging noises beside him.
Trelawney practically beamed. "You have the Inner Eye,
my child. Please, go on."
"She has the most beautiful amber eyes… and flaming
red hair…"
Ron snapped his head to him. "Come again?"
"And she's younger than I… I love everything about
her… right down to her freckles."
A few classmates giggled.
Ron arched a brow. "Herm doesn't have freckles,
Harry."
"She is my love, she is my life," Harry continued.
"Who are you seeing in there?" Ron asked, grinning
and looking in himself. "All I see is Lav… no one. I
mean, fog. I see fog." He blushed.
"And her name is Ginny Weasley," Harry finally
finished.
Ron fell off his stool.