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I'm sorry for the wait! I have been six feet under with work and rowing, but rowing finishes this weekend (sob!) so I should have more time to update more regularly.
Thankyou to everyone who reviewed! Kisses to everyone.
Chapter 3. Ginny watched Harry as he mounted his broomstick and flew up into the air to join her brothers.
Quidditch. She sighed. While she loved the sport, she couldn't quite understand why they had to talk about it constantly.
Hermione of course seemed happy watching Ron show off as he flew around, attempting to impress her, so Ginny turned her attention back to the game, and was filled with a sudden, awful premonition as her eyes fell on Harry, who was diving for the Quaffle.
~ Thunder roared in her mind and she began to shake as she saw Harry falling, falling from a place Ginny couldn't see. A bolt of lightning forked down to the ground, ripping through Harry's body on its way.
As Ginny watched, Harry hit the ground.
He didn't move.
"Harry!" screamed a girl, and Ginny realised it was herself.
"Harry!" ~
"Harry!"
It was a few seconds before Ginny realised that the last cry had come from her mouth, and that Harry and everyone else had stopped stock still at the terror in her voice and were staring at her, worried.
Ginny stopped noticing. Her brain was too busy replaying the vision over and over, her heart beating almost to exhaustion. She saw her world sway before her as she fell sideward into the dirt.
***
Harry was the first to reach the ground and he dove towards her, his mind spinning with endless horrible versions of the current situation.
"GINNY!"
He crashed to his knees beside her, shaking her shoulders,
~ Please don't be dead, Ginny, please don't be dead ~
He was hit with sudden deja vu as he thought these words, but the moment was lost through his panic.
Ron and George hurried up behind him, before Hermione crashed in after them, wand in hand.
Ron looked at her wand; "You'll be expelled."
"Ginny's life could be at stake, Ron." Hermione took a deep breath.
"Rescindium Fatismalimo!"
~ Ginny felt an electric shock echo through her body. The black shadow that resided inside her began to shake with a repressed fury, a fury Ginny had worked so hard to contain for all her young years. Her power had never slipped from her control, never been free to create the destruction it had always desired to wreak upon the people it hated, the people Ginny loved. It was through Ginny's love that she had kept the shadow controlled.
But now. Now she was behind a veil of gauze, gauze that was as fine as silk but as tough as steel. Now she couldn't maintain her hold.
She began to shake as the power inside her built, threatening to split her in two from the intense, blinding pain that was ripping through her every sense of being.
She clenched her teeth, refusing to scream, for to do so would be to give in to shadow and to allow it free reign of her, freedom to use her body to hurt those she loved.
She felt Harry's arm grab her wrist in a tiny, distant part of her mind, and she held on to the love she felt at that touch.
Slowly, painstakingly slowly, the shadow began to retreat. It fought her every step of the way, but she refused to budge, forcing it, muscling it back into its container with every once of her will.
Finally slamming the door closed, she braced herself against it with all her might, struggling to stay conscious ~
Harry grabbed her wrist, "Come on, Ginny, wake up."
He felt something invisible tugging at him, some unseen hand wrapping around his chest and pulling him inexorably towards her, as though someone was pulling out his soul.
He felt some terrible internal struggle happening as Ginny fought against something in her mind, and he allowed that hand to pull him to her aid.
~ Ginny felt Harry's strength trying desperately to free her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her power gauging everything that he felt at her touch ~
Harry felt the first drops of rain as the hand released him and Ginny's arms snaked up around his neck. Instinctively returning the hug, he felt his knees go weak with relief as she took in a huge gasp of air.
Ginny was crying. She buried her head into Harry's shoulder and began to cry and cry at how close she had come to destroying him.
"Shhh," he crooned, "It's alright, you're alright."
Ginny held him tight then released him, wiping tears from her bloodshot eyes, the rain around them suddenly crescendo-ing into a mighty thunderstorm.
"Ginny! Are you alright?" Five Weasley brothers and Hermione jostled around her, all anxious to check she was alright.
She found herself swept into a hug from Charlie and was half carried, half dragged into the house.
Harry watched her go, struck by the new feelings furiously chasing each other around his stomach.
Around him, the rain fell with renewed intensity, lightning flashing magnificently around the clearing.
Pulling his jumper over his head, Harry sprinted after the Weasleys.
***
Ginny sat on the living room couch wrapped in a blanket, sucking on a thermometer, sighing at her mother's insistent plea that she rest.
But her mind could not stop going over the vision she had had.
Harry was in danger, that much she knew. But what could she do to save him?
A bolt of lightning flashed outside, and she began to shiver as she remembered the lightning in her premonition.
She began to feel scared for him. "Harry!" she called.
There was a strange silence as her call echoed around the downstairs. Everyone else was upstairs.
"Harry!" she called again, louder this time, frightening herself with the urgency in her voice.
Again, no answer.
Ginny felt her terror escalate and she ran up to Ron's room, running like a child who has received a fright from a shadow.
Knocking on the door, Ginny burst in, to find Ron and Hermione springing apart.
"Where's Harry?" she asked, her fear deleting Hermione's blush and Ron's angry look.
Both shrugged, and Ginny turned, running outside to the storm.
***
Harry had been caught up in the rain. The slipperiness of the ground and absolute sheets of downpour had given him good reason to duck under a small copse of trees to wait out the storm.
Sitting there, he had ample time to think about Ginny's mysterious ailness.
~ She screamed my name before she fainted ~
Harry smiled as he remembered her small arms hugging him and her pixie face buried in his shoulder.
The rain intensified, and he sighed, impatient to get home.
***
"Harry!"
"Harry!"
Ginny ignored the rain as it poured down her back and streamed down her face.
"Harry!"
Lightning flashed again and Ginny began to run faster.
***
"Harry!"
Harry's head whipped up as he heard Ginny call his name.
"Ginny?" Forgetting the rain, he headed for the sound of her voice.
"Harry, we have to get out of this storm!"
"Where are you?"
"Over here!"
Once again, he followed her voice.
Everything suddenly became slow motion for Ginny. A rumble of thunder rolled overhead and Ginny felt the electricity build up in the air. A fork of lightning came down, ever so slowly, and Ginny's mind took over as she threw herself at Harry's body, her mind replaying the results of her vision over and over.
The pair landed in a heap, a mere couple of metres from where the fork had hit.
"Harry? Harry, oh God, don't be dead. Please, Harry, please."
Harry felt Ginny's arms pull him up to her, "Ginny, I'm alright."
Ginny felt herself melt.
She threw her arms around him and squeezed him harder than she thought possible.
Harry looked at her admiringly, "You saved my life."
Ginny stopped hugging him and smacked him across the face, not too hard, "Don't you ever do that to me again!"
Harry laughed as her tears wet his shirt.
"You're getting my shirt wet."
Ginny laughed also, "You're already soaked through."
"So are you. C'mon, let's go get dry."
Ginny looked at him and took the offered hand.
Harry pulled her up, wrapping her in a quick hug. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Ginny blushed, "What was that for?"
"For saving my life."
He wrapped an arm across her shoulders and they hurried towards the house.
Ginny felt so relieved, that she didn't notice what had been wrong with the situation.
In her vision, Harry had been falling. And it hadn't been raining.
***
A/N I'm sorry if this was terribly corny and cliched, but I liked it. Little bit of a cliffie, not too big, coz I don't know when I'll get the next bit written so I don't want you all in suspense for too long or you'll get bored. Anyway. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, I don't have time to write to you all, but I'll mention everyone at a later point when I get back on a normal schedule... Rowing finished last weekend!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I want to cry.
Please review. I'll love you forever if you do.
Thankyou!!
Luv Lawwwren.
I'm sorry for the wait! I have been six feet under with work and rowing, but rowing finishes this weekend (sob!) so I should have more time to update more regularly.
Thankyou to everyone who reviewed! Kisses to everyone.
Chapter 3. Ginny watched Harry as he mounted his broomstick and flew up into the air to join her brothers.
Quidditch. She sighed. While she loved the sport, she couldn't quite understand why they had to talk about it constantly.
Hermione of course seemed happy watching Ron show off as he flew around, attempting to impress her, so Ginny turned her attention back to the game, and was filled with a sudden, awful premonition as her eyes fell on Harry, who was diving for the Quaffle.
~ Thunder roared in her mind and she began to shake as she saw Harry falling, falling from a place Ginny couldn't see. A bolt of lightning forked down to the ground, ripping through Harry's body on its way.
As Ginny watched, Harry hit the ground.
He didn't move.
"Harry!" screamed a girl, and Ginny realised it was herself.
"Harry!" ~
"Harry!"
It was a few seconds before Ginny realised that the last cry had come from her mouth, and that Harry and everyone else had stopped stock still at the terror in her voice and were staring at her, worried.
Ginny stopped noticing. Her brain was too busy replaying the vision over and over, her heart beating almost to exhaustion. She saw her world sway before her as she fell sideward into the dirt.
***
Harry was the first to reach the ground and he dove towards her, his mind spinning with endless horrible versions of the current situation.
"GINNY!"
He crashed to his knees beside her, shaking her shoulders,
~ Please don't be dead, Ginny, please don't be dead ~
He was hit with sudden deja vu as he thought these words, but the moment was lost through his panic.
Ron and George hurried up behind him, before Hermione crashed in after them, wand in hand.
Ron looked at her wand; "You'll be expelled."
"Ginny's life could be at stake, Ron." Hermione took a deep breath.
"Rescindium Fatismalimo!"
~ Ginny felt an electric shock echo through her body. The black shadow that resided inside her began to shake with a repressed fury, a fury Ginny had worked so hard to contain for all her young years. Her power had never slipped from her control, never been free to create the destruction it had always desired to wreak upon the people it hated, the people Ginny loved. It was through Ginny's love that she had kept the shadow controlled.
But now. Now she was behind a veil of gauze, gauze that was as fine as silk but as tough as steel. Now she couldn't maintain her hold.
She began to shake as the power inside her built, threatening to split her in two from the intense, blinding pain that was ripping through her every sense of being.
She clenched her teeth, refusing to scream, for to do so would be to give in to shadow and to allow it free reign of her, freedom to use her body to hurt those she loved.
She felt Harry's arm grab her wrist in a tiny, distant part of her mind, and she held on to the love she felt at that touch.
Slowly, painstakingly slowly, the shadow began to retreat. It fought her every step of the way, but she refused to budge, forcing it, muscling it back into its container with every once of her will.
Finally slamming the door closed, she braced herself against it with all her might, struggling to stay conscious ~
Harry grabbed her wrist, "Come on, Ginny, wake up."
He felt something invisible tugging at him, some unseen hand wrapping around his chest and pulling him inexorably towards her, as though someone was pulling out his soul.
He felt some terrible internal struggle happening as Ginny fought against something in her mind, and he allowed that hand to pull him to her aid.
~ Ginny felt Harry's strength trying desperately to free her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her power gauging everything that he felt at her touch ~
Harry felt the first drops of rain as the hand released him and Ginny's arms snaked up around his neck. Instinctively returning the hug, he felt his knees go weak with relief as she took in a huge gasp of air.
Ginny was crying. She buried her head into Harry's shoulder and began to cry and cry at how close she had come to destroying him.
"Shhh," he crooned, "It's alright, you're alright."
Ginny held him tight then released him, wiping tears from her bloodshot eyes, the rain around them suddenly crescendo-ing into a mighty thunderstorm.
"Ginny! Are you alright?" Five Weasley brothers and Hermione jostled around her, all anxious to check she was alright.
She found herself swept into a hug from Charlie and was half carried, half dragged into the house.
Harry watched her go, struck by the new feelings furiously chasing each other around his stomach.
Around him, the rain fell with renewed intensity, lightning flashing magnificently around the clearing.
Pulling his jumper over his head, Harry sprinted after the Weasleys.
***
Ginny sat on the living room couch wrapped in a blanket, sucking on a thermometer, sighing at her mother's insistent plea that she rest.
But her mind could not stop going over the vision she had had.
Harry was in danger, that much she knew. But what could she do to save him?
A bolt of lightning flashed outside, and she began to shiver as she remembered the lightning in her premonition.
She began to feel scared for him. "Harry!" she called.
There was a strange silence as her call echoed around the downstairs. Everyone else was upstairs.
"Harry!" she called again, louder this time, frightening herself with the urgency in her voice.
Again, no answer.
Ginny felt her terror escalate and she ran up to Ron's room, running like a child who has received a fright from a shadow.
Knocking on the door, Ginny burst in, to find Ron and Hermione springing apart.
"Where's Harry?" she asked, her fear deleting Hermione's blush and Ron's angry look.
Both shrugged, and Ginny turned, running outside to the storm.
***
Harry had been caught up in the rain. The slipperiness of the ground and absolute sheets of downpour had given him good reason to duck under a small copse of trees to wait out the storm.
Sitting there, he had ample time to think about Ginny's mysterious ailness.
~ She screamed my name before she fainted ~
Harry smiled as he remembered her small arms hugging him and her pixie face buried in his shoulder.
The rain intensified, and he sighed, impatient to get home.
***
"Harry!"
"Harry!"
Ginny ignored the rain as it poured down her back and streamed down her face.
"Harry!"
Lightning flashed again and Ginny began to run faster.
***
"Harry!"
Harry's head whipped up as he heard Ginny call his name.
"Ginny?" Forgetting the rain, he headed for the sound of her voice.
"Harry, we have to get out of this storm!"
"Where are you?"
"Over here!"
Once again, he followed her voice.
Everything suddenly became slow motion for Ginny. A rumble of thunder rolled overhead and Ginny felt the electricity build up in the air. A fork of lightning came down, ever so slowly, and Ginny's mind took over as she threw herself at Harry's body, her mind replaying the results of her vision over and over.
The pair landed in a heap, a mere couple of metres from where the fork had hit.
"Harry? Harry, oh God, don't be dead. Please, Harry, please."
Harry felt Ginny's arms pull him up to her, "Ginny, I'm alright."
Ginny felt herself melt.
She threw her arms around him and squeezed him harder than she thought possible.
Harry looked at her admiringly, "You saved my life."
Ginny stopped hugging him and smacked him across the face, not too hard, "Don't you ever do that to me again!"
Harry laughed as her tears wet his shirt.
"You're getting my shirt wet."
Ginny laughed also, "You're already soaked through."
"So are you. C'mon, let's go get dry."
Ginny looked at him and took the offered hand.
Harry pulled her up, wrapping her in a quick hug. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Ginny blushed, "What was that for?"
"For saving my life."
He wrapped an arm across her shoulders and they hurried towards the house.
Ginny felt so relieved, that she didn't notice what had been wrong with the situation.
In her vision, Harry had been falling. And it hadn't been raining.
***
A/N I'm sorry if this was terribly corny and cliched, but I liked it. Little bit of a cliffie, not too big, coz I don't know when I'll get the next bit written so I don't want you all in suspense for too long or you'll get bored. Anyway. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, I don't have time to write to you all, but I'll mention everyone at a later point when I get back on a normal schedule... Rowing finished last weekend!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I want to cry.
Please review. I'll love you forever if you do.
Thankyou!!
Luv Lawwwren.
