G:H, R:Hr & new characters.// This tale springs forward in the Harry Potter
series to when 18 year old Ginny places herself in a situation that must
save her career, life and love; with help from friends, family and
unexpected alliances.
~ Comical, romantic, different than you would expect! ~
**Authors note- Sorry if this chapter is a bit confusing. Tessa's dream is
in two brackets, like this ((Dream)). Ok, hope you get that. Enjoy!**
Hopeful Lies
Tessa arrived at the school by midnight, confused and exhausted, and was pushed to her dorm by some teacher. When she entered her room, quietly not to wake her roommates, she found a letter from Ginny waiting for her, stating not to leave Hogwarts grounds until everything settled down. "Sorry, Ginny, but yeah right," she said, crumpling the paper and throwing it under her bed. A headache began to form, and without even changing, she fell onto her bed and drifted into a nightmare.
((Her mother is on her knees sobbing; screams shout from with-in a castle building; there is no moon or sun in the sky. Trees limp over, as if searching for a victim; eyes peeking out of the woods showing no mercy; and Dissel walking toward her, but not her. Tessa notices she's not in this world, yet able to witness it. "Come, woman, and face the doom your daughter has provided us with," he told her mother, grabbing the chain wrapped around her neck. "No!" Tessa screamed, though no one could hear her.
All of the sudden, Tessa finds herself next to Ginny, who is pale, bleeding and bruised. "Tessa, please save him," was all she managed to get out, pointing at a form beside her before the reporter passed out.
Out of no where, a grim is running toward her. He halts in front of Tessa and speaks in words she can understand, "Under your nose."
Dissel is there again, this time offering something to a person in a cloak. "What is this?" the person demanded. "Why, Harry Potters scar your greatness." The crouching man responded.
Tessa finds herself sprinting, she was being chased. She crashed into a faceless girl, who tells her, "The person chasing you chased me, too. I'll be seeing you soon, outside of this dream. Wake, Tessa; open your eyes, this nightmare will end."))
Tessa sat up with a start, as if someone was pushing her. The room was bright and she found her roommates beginning to stir. Seeing that it was the perfect moment to announce her arrival, she jumped onto her bed, which was still made up nicely, and screamed, "A mouse is on your face, Lisa!" Nice way to start the mourning was all Tessa could think, forgetting the dream with-in moments.
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Schell's face paled further at the name of his fellow Auror, and he shook his head as if to wake up. "You'd think no one has ever recognized him before. He IS the boy who lived, you know." Ginny said, frustrated. Tossing her lose hair from her face, she gave the man a look and asked again calmly, "How long has Harry Potter been here?" Schell glared a bit, coming out of his shock, and the reporter struggled not to melt beneath him. Just last night, she couldn't even drink properly after meeting him, but now, Ginny felt superior over him.maybe because he treated her that way. She didn't think he would anymore, though, considering he was about to blow her cover. "Potters career is not any of your concern, nor mine to tell, for that matter. Who are you?"
Geez, Ginny, you've barley been here a half an hour and about to get kicked out, she said to herself, opening her mouth to tell him the truth. She stopped before she could blurt out her reasons. So what if he's the most beautiful man ever. Ginny, you've got your whole career on the line here! Make something up! That's what you've gotta do, her mind told her and she began again by saying, "I'm Chess, the straggliest you've been waiting for. Who else could I be?" At this challenge, Schell sat down at the end of the bed, setting his head in his hands.
"I don't know who else you could have been; I don't know if you are really who you say you are; all I know is that I saw you last night. You bumped into me and gave me the same look you did today in Pelicans office."
"Pelican?"
"My boss. Obviously Potter (who you should start calling Jet, by the way) was looking for something; he's Pelicans right hand man."
"I see."
"What were you doing in Magritte last night?"
Ginny answered before she even thought on anything. "Snooping around. I wanted to see where these Death Eaters hung out so I could come here and have some information; just to show off a bit."
"You acted like you were really scared."
"Well, I don't usually fight them, I just tell people where to go and what to expect."
"Not in this base. You have to go out and lead the troops, that's what we need the most." He said, giving in a smile and winked, "You did pretty good sending hexes out, though. I think you'll do just fine." Ginny was basking in his glow. He was buying it! Just then, the so-called Auror felt like she could take anything. As Schell got up to leave, he turned toward her and asked, "Why did you shrink away when you heard Jets voice? You seemed to recognize it."
Smiling back at him, she responded confidently, "Jets and my relationship and past are not any of your concern, and not only mine to tell, for that matter. I'm just not very interested in meeting him."
Schell nodded and left her room, quietly closing the door behind him. Once the click of the knob turned, Ginny jumped up and ran to the waste basket, one of the few luxuries the room held. "Rice cakes aren't my thing, any more. Mental note, only eat bananas when nervous," she said out loud to herself. Knowing that people will have questions and facts for "the straggliest" to work out, Ginny decided that bed was the best idea. Swinging her wand wildly around, her bag was unpacked and the reporter fell onto her bed, feeling a strange sense of de-ju-vo before she drifted off to sleep.
******
"Your Lordship, where have you been?" the guard asked as the man stepped up to the door. "Don't ask. I'm getting tired, let me in," Dissel answered, rubbing his temples and stumbling into his chamber. The visit to Tessa Mourning had left him restless, unsatisfied and annoyed. He truly had no idea why his master believed that this girl, not even out of school yet, could capture a wanted criminal. After disappearing from her home, he decided that he needed a break, and took off to Magritte, where he found a pub to drown his thoughts with liquor. When he finally made it back to the Death Eater base, though, his head not only began to pound uncontrollably, but his body was about to give out from exhaustion. Dissel moaned and sat in a lumpy armchair face the huge window, and with a couple words and a wave of his wand, the beginnings of the migraine were gone.
It's starting to snow out there, he thought, stretching a bit and relaxing. Snow always reminded him of his mother, as much as he tried it not to. She had kicked him out into it when he was expelled from Hogwarts. "Why did you do it?! Why?!" his mum had begged, holding the release letter to her heart when he arrived home in the middle of October. Strangling that stupid cat sure put them in an uproar, he recalled, smiling evilly at the mere thought of his actions. The day the Sorting hat place him in Hufflepuff he was furious at the school. Dissel believed that he belonged in Slytherin, but his father had been in Hufflepuff, and his father before him, and his father before him, and so on. Dissel had begged the Sorting Hat to ignore his past but the thing had told him Slytherin would provide him no future.
During his 5th year, Dissel decided to leave the school, home and family (especially his father) behind, and tried many times to be expelled. Of course, his first attempted was the burn the Hat, but as much as he shouted the curse at it, the idiot thing was protected and didn't do as he wished. Then there was the many tries of destroying school property, but that only gave him several detentions. When he didn't show up to the detentions, he was, to the amusement of the care keeper Filch, chained in the dungeons. At that point, Ms. Norris became the students' next target. Dissel was then suspended from Hogwarts grounds and "his" wand (really one of his ex- roommates' wand) was broken before his own eyes.
"That was six years ago," the former student whispered to himself. He felt much older than 21, but then again, most of his fellow Death Eaters his age have been serving the Dark Lord for only one or two years. Sense he had left Hogwarts, Dissel was a loyal follower and even made it into the inner circle, able to converse and serve directly to the most powerful wizard of the age!
Feeling much better, the man left his comfortable chair and made his way to the dungeons, hoping his captives were conscious.
******
Schell left the newest addition to the base to settle in her room while he made his way to Pelicans office. Upon entering, he went straight to the back room and found Jet reading a file.
"Do you know Chess?" he demanded, causing the other man to drop his information and swerve in his chair, having his wand ready. Noticing it was a fellow Auror, he placed his wand back into his pocket, though not looking very happy while doing so.
"No. That all?" Harry asked, stooping to pick up the condense of the file. Glaring a bit, Schell closed the storage room door and continued, "
I recognize her from last night; she's the woman who told us where to find that alley. She asked how long you had been around and said she had known you. Not very happy you are here either. Do you know any Aurors that came from Italy?"
Jet/Harry shook his head, and continued to read, annoyed that the other man had disturbed him. All of the sudden, a hand gripped the edge of the folder and yanked it down.
"Bloody hell, man, I don't know why your not curious! This new girl recognized your voice! She may be here to do something to this base! What am I suppose to do?"
"Listen, Schell, I'm a very famous wizard, ok? I maybe met this girl once at training or something, how am I to know? We all change our names once we get assigned to a base. Never mind her and leave me alone."
"You're in denial. Will you at least look at her once and then tell me not to worry? I was hoping stress would wear off once we got someone who knows what they're doing in here, but she's giving me the heeby-geeby's."
"Fine, now lay off before my exhaled hatred for you turns violent."
******
Tessa yawned and leaned her head on her arm for support. History of Magic was the most boring class that ever existed and it was bad enough trying to stay awake for it, let alone trying to study for its test. The only exciting part is when Ronald Otly starts snoring and everyone throws something at him, but for some reason, he was out of class today, leaving the rest of the student's dead to the active world. When class was finally dismissed, Tessa joined her room mates in the talk of the next Quidditch match, Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor.
There was Lisa Rockwall, who was a prefect and was a fellow Chaser for the team, though she was afraid of heights (as well as mice). Brought up in an old wizard family, Lisa was never able to see the point of Muggles, but great friends with dozens.
Then there was Brandi Shami, an Australian girl who grew up in the land down under and was in an arranged marriage, but was able to slither her way of it when Hogwarts owled her. She was always had hundreds of boyfriends, and could never keep a secret, but Tessa loved her talent for hair and makeup.
Last, but certainly not least, was Haylie Black(**Yes, Haylies last name is Black.hehehe, I'm guessing you'll be able to predict where that came from.ok, back to the story!**), the American tom-boy with more talent as a Keeper than any other Hogwarts student to recent memory. Muggle born and raised, Haylie was forced to leave her home when she got her letter and never returned, much to her advantage. Independent, witty and hilarious, Tessa and her had become inseparable sense their first year and best friends at Hogwarts.
Tessa's life at Hogwarts was never boring, considering Brandi always had something to tell about her home, or Haylie embarrassing herself with Muggle tales before her school days, or maybe Lisa's rich parents would send the latest rage by owl post. They knew almost everything about each other, and were pretty much the best friends any girl could have.
While walking back to the Ravenclaw common room, where they planned to drop their stuff before dinner, they bumped into Troy Plehyes, the head boy from Slytherin.
"Hello Tessa. Was your break good?" he asked, leaning a bit too far over for comfort.
"Yes, it was one to remember," she responded, trying to move around the towering student and flee with her friends.
"Miss me?" he hissed gently, moving his hand to her cheek.
"Oh-my gosh. I can't believe your such an idiot!" Haylie said, stepping between them in Tessa's aid.
"What do you care, you American brat. It's not any of your business." Troy said, trying to move the 7th year Ravenclaw girl.
"It's plenty of my business when my friend is getting sexually harassed. Back home, we'd have the police on you with-in two minutes."
Then Lisa said from behind, "Not very head boy of you to call her an American brat."
Troy made a move away from Haylie and toward Lisa when someone said from down the hall, " Ms. Mourning, Mr. Plehyes, come with me please."
Professor McGonagall didn't look to happy at all and Tessa glanced at the girls before she made any move.
"See you at dinner," Brandi said and they watched the head boy and girl leave.
"Some day I'm gonna rip his head off," Haylie predicted.
~Sometime later...~
Up in Dumbledores office, where unexpectedly the Professor led the students, McGonagall went off on the Slytherin boy.
"I can't believe you, of all people, would use someone's homeland against them like that. That's no way to be an example. Now I want you to apologize to Ms. Mourning here and her friend, Ms. Black."
After Troy apologized, he was sent away, leaving the teacher and Tessa to talk.
"Professor, why did you lead us here? I'm sure you could have yelled at that snotty, arrogant, ass..."
"Because I wanted to see you, Ms. Mourning," Dumbledore's interrupted from the entrance to the room.
"And, of course, for you to except an apology from him. Thank you, Professor, for finding her on such short notice. I'll be down to dinner shortly."
McGonagall took her leave and the headmaster sat, facing the head girl. "Why did you miss the train last Saturday?" was his first question.
"No ride. I'm sorry, sir, it will never happen again."
"Quite alright, Ms. Mourning. Do you have anything else to tell me?"
Tessa wanted badly to blurt out the whole story then, explain the situation at the bar, tell about her home, her visitor, but she knew he could not help and should not know. At least not now. Struggling against confessing everything, she found herself saying, "No sir. Everything's fine."
** I know the chapter just kinda ended, but I had this really good thing going when my pc was unplugged. Yes, I killed my brother, but not able to remember what I wrote! I'm such an idiot, but oh well. This chapter gives you a bit of an eye into the future, with Tessa's dream and some other hints along the way. Dissels past was really hard to write, so I hope its not to choppy for all of you. OK, next, Harry sees Ginny, Tessa plays a bit of Quidditch, and guess what, Haylie's role in the story sticks out after she kicks some serious ass. Please review and hope your liking the story so far! ** By the way, is this ne better to read? I'm trying my best to figure this out!
Hopeful Lies
Tessa arrived at the school by midnight, confused and exhausted, and was pushed to her dorm by some teacher. When she entered her room, quietly not to wake her roommates, she found a letter from Ginny waiting for her, stating not to leave Hogwarts grounds until everything settled down. "Sorry, Ginny, but yeah right," she said, crumpling the paper and throwing it under her bed. A headache began to form, and without even changing, she fell onto her bed and drifted into a nightmare.
((Her mother is on her knees sobbing; screams shout from with-in a castle building; there is no moon or sun in the sky. Trees limp over, as if searching for a victim; eyes peeking out of the woods showing no mercy; and Dissel walking toward her, but not her. Tessa notices she's not in this world, yet able to witness it. "Come, woman, and face the doom your daughter has provided us with," he told her mother, grabbing the chain wrapped around her neck. "No!" Tessa screamed, though no one could hear her.
All of the sudden, Tessa finds herself next to Ginny, who is pale, bleeding and bruised. "Tessa, please save him," was all she managed to get out, pointing at a form beside her before the reporter passed out.
Out of no where, a grim is running toward her. He halts in front of Tessa and speaks in words she can understand, "Under your nose."
Dissel is there again, this time offering something to a person in a cloak. "What is this?" the person demanded. "Why, Harry Potters scar your greatness." The crouching man responded.
Tessa finds herself sprinting, she was being chased. She crashed into a faceless girl, who tells her, "The person chasing you chased me, too. I'll be seeing you soon, outside of this dream. Wake, Tessa; open your eyes, this nightmare will end."))
Tessa sat up with a start, as if someone was pushing her. The room was bright and she found her roommates beginning to stir. Seeing that it was the perfect moment to announce her arrival, she jumped onto her bed, which was still made up nicely, and screamed, "A mouse is on your face, Lisa!" Nice way to start the mourning was all Tessa could think, forgetting the dream with-in moments.
******
Schell's face paled further at the name of his fellow Auror, and he shook his head as if to wake up. "You'd think no one has ever recognized him before. He IS the boy who lived, you know." Ginny said, frustrated. Tossing her lose hair from her face, she gave the man a look and asked again calmly, "How long has Harry Potter been here?" Schell glared a bit, coming out of his shock, and the reporter struggled not to melt beneath him. Just last night, she couldn't even drink properly after meeting him, but now, Ginny felt superior over him.maybe because he treated her that way. She didn't think he would anymore, though, considering he was about to blow her cover. "Potters career is not any of your concern, nor mine to tell, for that matter. Who are you?"
Geez, Ginny, you've barley been here a half an hour and about to get kicked out, she said to herself, opening her mouth to tell him the truth. She stopped before she could blurt out her reasons. So what if he's the most beautiful man ever. Ginny, you've got your whole career on the line here! Make something up! That's what you've gotta do, her mind told her and she began again by saying, "I'm Chess, the straggliest you've been waiting for. Who else could I be?" At this challenge, Schell sat down at the end of the bed, setting his head in his hands.
"I don't know who else you could have been; I don't know if you are really who you say you are; all I know is that I saw you last night. You bumped into me and gave me the same look you did today in Pelicans office."
"Pelican?"
"My boss. Obviously Potter (who you should start calling Jet, by the way) was looking for something; he's Pelicans right hand man."
"I see."
"What were you doing in Magritte last night?"
Ginny answered before she even thought on anything. "Snooping around. I wanted to see where these Death Eaters hung out so I could come here and have some information; just to show off a bit."
"You acted like you were really scared."
"Well, I don't usually fight them, I just tell people where to go and what to expect."
"Not in this base. You have to go out and lead the troops, that's what we need the most." He said, giving in a smile and winked, "You did pretty good sending hexes out, though. I think you'll do just fine." Ginny was basking in his glow. He was buying it! Just then, the so-called Auror felt like she could take anything. As Schell got up to leave, he turned toward her and asked, "Why did you shrink away when you heard Jets voice? You seemed to recognize it."
Smiling back at him, she responded confidently, "Jets and my relationship and past are not any of your concern, and not only mine to tell, for that matter. I'm just not very interested in meeting him."
Schell nodded and left her room, quietly closing the door behind him. Once the click of the knob turned, Ginny jumped up and ran to the waste basket, one of the few luxuries the room held. "Rice cakes aren't my thing, any more. Mental note, only eat bananas when nervous," she said out loud to herself. Knowing that people will have questions and facts for "the straggliest" to work out, Ginny decided that bed was the best idea. Swinging her wand wildly around, her bag was unpacked and the reporter fell onto her bed, feeling a strange sense of de-ju-vo before she drifted off to sleep.
******
"Your Lordship, where have you been?" the guard asked as the man stepped up to the door. "Don't ask. I'm getting tired, let me in," Dissel answered, rubbing his temples and stumbling into his chamber. The visit to Tessa Mourning had left him restless, unsatisfied and annoyed. He truly had no idea why his master believed that this girl, not even out of school yet, could capture a wanted criminal. After disappearing from her home, he decided that he needed a break, and took off to Magritte, where he found a pub to drown his thoughts with liquor. When he finally made it back to the Death Eater base, though, his head not only began to pound uncontrollably, but his body was about to give out from exhaustion. Dissel moaned and sat in a lumpy armchair face the huge window, and with a couple words and a wave of his wand, the beginnings of the migraine were gone.
It's starting to snow out there, he thought, stretching a bit and relaxing. Snow always reminded him of his mother, as much as he tried it not to. She had kicked him out into it when he was expelled from Hogwarts. "Why did you do it?! Why?!" his mum had begged, holding the release letter to her heart when he arrived home in the middle of October. Strangling that stupid cat sure put them in an uproar, he recalled, smiling evilly at the mere thought of his actions. The day the Sorting hat place him in Hufflepuff he was furious at the school. Dissel believed that he belonged in Slytherin, but his father had been in Hufflepuff, and his father before him, and his father before him, and so on. Dissel had begged the Sorting Hat to ignore his past but the thing had told him Slytherin would provide him no future.
During his 5th year, Dissel decided to leave the school, home and family (especially his father) behind, and tried many times to be expelled. Of course, his first attempted was the burn the Hat, but as much as he shouted the curse at it, the idiot thing was protected and didn't do as he wished. Then there was the many tries of destroying school property, but that only gave him several detentions. When he didn't show up to the detentions, he was, to the amusement of the care keeper Filch, chained in the dungeons. At that point, Ms. Norris became the students' next target. Dissel was then suspended from Hogwarts grounds and "his" wand (really one of his ex- roommates' wand) was broken before his own eyes.
"That was six years ago," the former student whispered to himself. He felt much older than 21, but then again, most of his fellow Death Eaters his age have been serving the Dark Lord for only one or two years. Sense he had left Hogwarts, Dissel was a loyal follower and even made it into the inner circle, able to converse and serve directly to the most powerful wizard of the age!
Feeling much better, the man left his comfortable chair and made his way to the dungeons, hoping his captives were conscious.
******
Schell left the newest addition to the base to settle in her room while he made his way to Pelicans office. Upon entering, he went straight to the back room and found Jet reading a file.
"Do you know Chess?" he demanded, causing the other man to drop his information and swerve in his chair, having his wand ready. Noticing it was a fellow Auror, he placed his wand back into his pocket, though not looking very happy while doing so.
"No. That all?" Harry asked, stooping to pick up the condense of the file. Glaring a bit, Schell closed the storage room door and continued, "
I recognize her from last night; she's the woman who told us where to find that alley. She asked how long you had been around and said she had known you. Not very happy you are here either. Do you know any Aurors that came from Italy?"
Jet/Harry shook his head, and continued to read, annoyed that the other man had disturbed him. All of the sudden, a hand gripped the edge of the folder and yanked it down.
"Bloody hell, man, I don't know why your not curious! This new girl recognized your voice! She may be here to do something to this base! What am I suppose to do?"
"Listen, Schell, I'm a very famous wizard, ok? I maybe met this girl once at training or something, how am I to know? We all change our names once we get assigned to a base. Never mind her and leave me alone."
"You're in denial. Will you at least look at her once and then tell me not to worry? I was hoping stress would wear off once we got someone who knows what they're doing in here, but she's giving me the heeby-geeby's."
"Fine, now lay off before my exhaled hatred for you turns violent."
******
Tessa yawned and leaned her head on her arm for support. History of Magic was the most boring class that ever existed and it was bad enough trying to stay awake for it, let alone trying to study for its test. The only exciting part is when Ronald Otly starts snoring and everyone throws something at him, but for some reason, he was out of class today, leaving the rest of the student's dead to the active world. When class was finally dismissed, Tessa joined her room mates in the talk of the next Quidditch match, Ravenclaw vs. Gryffindor.
There was Lisa Rockwall, who was a prefect and was a fellow Chaser for the team, though she was afraid of heights (as well as mice). Brought up in an old wizard family, Lisa was never able to see the point of Muggles, but great friends with dozens.
Then there was Brandi Shami, an Australian girl who grew up in the land down under and was in an arranged marriage, but was able to slither her way of it when Hogwarts owled her. She was always had hundreds of boyfriends, and could never keep a secret, but Tessa loved her talent for hair and makeup.
Last, but certainly not least, was Haylie Black(**Yes, Haylies last name is Black.hehehe, I'm guessing you'll be able to predict where that came from.ok, back to the story!**), the American tom-boy with more talent as a Keeper than any other Hogwarts student to recent memory. Muggle born and raised, Haylie was forced to leave her home when she got her letter and never returned, much to her advantage. Independent, witty and hilarious, Tessa and her had become inseparable sense their first year and best friends at Hogwarts.
Tessa's life at Hogwarts was never boring, considering Brandi always had something to tell about her home, or Haylie embarrassing herself with Muggle tales before her school days, or maybe Lisa's rich parents would send the latest rage by owl post. They knew almost everything about each other, and were pretty much the best friends any girl could have.
While walking back to the Ravenclaw common room, where they planned to drop their stuff before dinner, they bumped into Troy Plehyes, the head boy from Slytherin.
"Hello Tessa. Was your break good?" he asked, leaning a bit too far over for comfort.
"Yes, it was one to remember," she responded, trying to move around the towering student and flee with her friends.
"Miss me?" he hissed gently, moving his hand to her cheek.
"Oh-my gosh. I can't believe your such an idiot!" Haylie said, stepping between them in Tessa's aid.
"What do you care, you American brat. It's not any of your business." Troy said, trying to move the 7th year Ravenclaw girl.
"It's plenty of my business when my friend is getting sexually harassed. Back home, we'd have the police on you with-in two minutes."
Then Lisa said from behind, "Not very head boy of you to call her an American brat."
Troy made a move away from Haylie and toward Lisa when someone said from down the hall, " Ms. Mourning, Mr. Plehyes, come with me please."
Professor McGonagall didn't look to happy at all and Tessa glanced at the girls before she made any move.
"See you at dinner," Brandi said and they watched the head boy and girl leave.
"Some day I'm gonna rip his head off," Haylie predicted.
~Sometime later...~
Up in Dumbledores office, where unexpectedly the Professor led the students, McGonagall went off on the Slytherin boy.
"I can't believe you, of all people, would use someone's homeland against them like that. That's no way to be an example. Now I want you to apologize to Ms. Mourning here and her friend, Ms. Black."
After Troy apologized, he was sent away, leaving the teacher and Tessa to talk.
"Professor, why did you lead us here? I'm sure you could have yelled at that snotty, arrogant, ass..."
"Because I wanted to see you, Ms. Mourning," Dumbledore's interrupted from the entrance to the room.
"And, of course, for you to except an apology from him. Thank you, Professor, for finding her on such short notice. I'll be down to dinner shortly."
McGonagall took her leave and the headmaster sat, facing the head girl. "Why did you miss the train last Saturday?" was his first question.
"No ride. I'm sorry, sir, it will never happen again."
"Quite alright, Ms. Mourning. Do you have anything else to tell me?"
Tessa wanted badly to blurt out the whole story then, explain the situation at the bar, tell about her home, her visitor, but she knew he could not help and should not know. At least not now. Struggling against confessing everything, she found herself saying, "No sir. Everything's fine."
** I know the chapter just kinda ended, but I had this really good thing going when my pc was unplugged. Yes, I killed my brother, but not able to remember what I wrote! I'm such an idiot, but oh well. This chapter gives you a bit of an eye into the future, with Tessa's dream and some other hints along the way. Dissels past was really hard to write, so I hope its not to choppy for all of you. OK, next, Harry sees Ginny, Tessa plays a bit of Quidditch, and guess what, Haylie's role in the story sticks out after she kicks some serious ass. Please review and hope your liking the story so far! ** By the way, is this ne better to read? I'm trying my best to figure this out!
