Campiongal's How the Stars Fall
3-6-03 Chapter 11: Planing
Ginny walked into the Three Broomsticks, shaking with rage and anger filling her heart, how Hermione could have done this to her brother she would never know, but she would make it right.
Harry kicked Draco from across the table. Draco immediately scooted his chair farther away from Hermione, and Harry looked at this noticeably and curiously, how their chairs had been arraigned so close would remain a mystery to him for some-time. Draco was strangely showing his nervousness, which made him a lot less appealing than the usual cocky smirk he had plastered to his face.
Harry's expression was also quite grim. He hated the thought of having to face a young woman he had grown to love, never more than a friend, but one he would sacrifice everything else for none the less. He was supporting Draco. Someone who had tormented the Weasley family for so long. But it was high time to get over these old grudges. It was silly. Draco wasn't all bad, and now things had to be let go, and Harry couldn't wait another year to see all the hatred worked through, it had to be done now, not only for Draco, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and himself, but for everyone else. This could effect more than just them, it could effect all at Hogwarts, including Lissa.
Hermione sat, her body shaking al over with fear. Ginny may have been smaller and weaker than her, but that didn't matter in wand strength, Ginny had the capability Hermione had, they had practiced spells together all these years, and Hermione knew better than to underestimate a strong young woman. A seventh year Ravenclaw guy had tried stuff with Hermione last year, and for all she knew, he could very well still be in the hospital wing of the school.
Blaise could feel the tension in the room. He wasn't at al like people thought him. Most thought him just a dense Slytherin boy, bu he wasn't at all. He had respect, brains, kindness, and he also knew better than to mess with a young witch. Tan-blonde hair fell in a frame about his built face, his piercing hazel eyes could break through a cement wall. He knew the trio before him must have some beef the way the young woman was glaring at them. Blaise hoped down off the stage and waltzed over to Ginny, taking her hand like he did Hermione's; Giving it a quick kiss, and a tiny squeeze, earning him a glare from Harry once again. "Blaise Zabini... Hello lovely, I believe I could have only hoped to meet you in heaven, to what pleasure do I meet you early?"
Ginny blushed, turning her head away slightly, she couldn't let the trio see her new weakness. "I'm Ginny Weasley... And they.." Pointing at the trio, "are what bring me angrily storming in..."
Blaise took the girls arm and lead her over to the table, pulling out her chair, and swiping a butter-beer off the tray of a waitress walking past them. "Then lady, please drink and calm yourself, it's not fit to see someone so beautiful in foul temper..."
Draco was glad for the distraction. The girl was seated between him and Harry, right across from Hermione. Draco felt much safer with Blaise there, (who was now seated between him and Ginny), Because he didn't figure the girl would blast him out of the shop when she had an admirer there.
Harry, on the other hand was still glaring at Blaise. It was bad enough that he had hit on Hermione, now Ginny? No guy was this polite. This might have solved Hermione's question if she had vocalized 'is he really polite, or do I have no manners?'.
Blaise knew what he was doing. He could read people fairly easily. And this was only too simple. Hermione was obviously feeling guilty, by the way she kept tugging at her sleeves, and rolling and unrolling her napkin. Harry was shaking out of nervousness and anxiety, afraid of this little girl He sat next to. Draco, was the plainest to read. Blaise had known him from being a small child. It was simple. Blaise's family tried to help death-eaters get out of their order, and become fighters for the right.
The Fighters For right were known well in the Wizarding world, and were given a lot of support and trust. However, they acted also as a witness protection nation, and therefor them members all kept anonymous. Blaise had been discussing Draco's situation for some time now, and it looked like Draco was at least making some sort of effort to get out of the ranks of Voldemort, but if he really could succeed would be another question.
Blaise held his side, where his tattoo, marking him and FFR lay. It was a picture of the Griffin, symbolizing courage and virtue, in choosing the new righteousness, and the Latin words, Totaliter Levis Fidelus. It meant Entirely Light in Faith. The mark completely summed up what the group was about, the new trust and faith in one another, bringing them into the light, for righteousness and virtue.
Blaise watched Draco's expression. He looked so torn, a hate for what he had done, a longing for forgiveness, for acceptance, and for love. Blaise knew draco could achieve these, but he also knew Draco didn't think it was at all possible. Draco looked over to Blaise, giving him a quick nod, before turning back to look to Ginny, who was giving him such a glare, a searing pain rushed into his heart, like he had never felt before.
Draco only then realized he was feeling remorse. Fo so long he had been bitter. He had always known he wanted out. Now he was further in than he liked. Blaise hadn't created a new cover for him yet, and it could be a while before Draco could withdraw from Voldemort entirely. Draco was swept with a new sense of pride. His decision was made. He would join FFR, but that was the easy part; escaping Voldemort. The bigger problem was getting to have a new circle. Crabbe and Goyle would have to be left behind. Two people he had told most everything. He would have to join Hermione, and Harry, which didn't seem bad at all. But then there was the issue of Ginny and Ron, he knew that if everything went bac to normal, Ron would still hate him, and Hermione and Harry would be forced to choose, and he knew that it was only fair to go back with their most trusted friend. They would have to.
The table sat in silence. The group eyed on another, Ether with feelings of remorse, love, friendship, loathing, hate, wishfulness, longing, and another vary of feelings. The silence had to be broken. Blaise was the bravest, and first to break into the silence, like cutting stone with a sword, it cut through the listeners minds, ears, and heart, bringing forth deep memories, that wished to be held back. "So, what has happened with the lot of you friends lately."
Ginny visually jumped in her seat, Hermione shrunk back in shame, Draco became stiff and uncomfortable, Harry bolted upright, and gave quick glances at them all, and Blaise slumped back, aware of all the emotions re- affirmed now.
Harry spoke up first. "Blaise. It is easy to see you can be trusted. So join now, or get up and leave." Harry waited, and when he saw no movement from Blaise he continued. "Fine. But a word spoken is centuries off your life, and one of us can afford that." Harry was silent another moment. He hadn't been given awards for bravery for nothing. This was it. "Ginny, it's you brother. Have you noticed anything different about his attitude, starting about... at most a month ago?"
Ginny stood up, though about slapping Harry, then calmly sat back down. "No. Nothing that couldn't be explained by..." she shot a quick glance at Hermione, "hormones." The table was silent another moment before she spoke again. "However, he keeps to himself a lot more, and as far as attitude, I don't get any. He stays up in his room, and talks to his owl. That's about it." Ginny felt sad as she said this. Something had changed over the last few weeks, and it wasn't something anyone brought on him visibly. She too knew it had to be something else.
Harry spoke softly to Ginny, who looked very fragile, and weak after speaking this, "Ginny, We think something might be wrong with Ron, like, maybe... You say he was talking to his owl?"
Ginny nodded, "That's right, he sits up there, chatting away softly to his owl, as if we can't hear him mumbling away. Silly really!"
Harry looked out the window for a moment, then turned back to her. "Is there anyway, he could be talking to someone else?"
"Well, who would he talk to?"
"That's what we would like to know. The thing is Ginny, we think Ron might be... Possessed..."
A small gasp escaped Ginny's lips, and she bolted upright, as did the others, including Blaise. "Harry, my brother, he couldn't! I mean, how? Who would?" Ginny was a little overwhelmed by questions, and found herself fainting.
Blaise swooped a graceful arm under the girl and raised her back up gently, pulling her seat up next to him, placing a newly-dampened napkin on her head. The others only watched. After a few minuets Ginny was wide awake again, fully revived with energy.
Draco watched as his friend did all this with care, knowing that he had to become that. Harry spoke softly again, as to not re-startle her. "Ginny, we do not know any of this, so that's what we need your help in. We want you to find out what he is saying, if he names name's, you know? If anything has happened, he might say, besides, it could be nothing, but, it's better to fin out, than not."
Ginny nodded. "Ok. I can do that. My father had a tape recorder that would be easy to use, as he has tried to fill my mind with the various uses of muggle devices. I can owl them to you, and you can make sense of them, but that's all I can do, I'm so busy with housework these days..." Ginny gave a slight smile, she knew she was pleasing her mother with her bravery in doing what had to be done.
Harry helped her stand and walked with her to the door. "We had best go soon, Dumbledore will already have us up for five detentions with Snape by now!"
Ginny laughed. "Is there any way you can help me home? Or at least to the broom rack? I still feel a little woozy, I don't know why, It's almost as if something..." Ginny stopped. Harry understood.
"It might be Gin, we will just have to wait it out I guess, until then, lets have Blaise take you home." Harry instructed Blaise on what to do. It was decided he would act as Ginny's choice for an assistant at the Burrow, and he would take care of her, and help watch Ron's activities.
"Hermione, Draco, lets get going." Harry led the way over to the Sweet-shop, and the were soon on their way back to the castle.
I know, I know, It's been forever, but I was gone for near a week boarding, I was sick, I had work, and so much more, but I promise tons and tons more soon enough, thanks for putting up with me thus far guys! I love you forever!
Ginny walked into the Three Broomsticks, shaking with rage and anger filling her heart, how Hermione could have done this to her brother she would never know, but she would make it right.
Harry kicked Draco from across the table. Draco immediately scooted his chair farther away from Hermione, and Harry looked at this noticeably and curiously, how their chairs had been arraigned so close would remain a mystery to him for some-time. Draco was strangely showing his nervousness, which made him a lot less appealing than the usual cocky smirk he had plastered to his face.
Harry's expression was also quite grim. He hated the thought of having to face a young woman he had grown to love, never more than a friend, but one he would sacrifice everything else for none the less. He was supporting Draco. Someone who had tormented the Weasley family for so long. But it was high time to get over these old grudges. It was silly. Draco wasn't all bad, and now things had to be let go, and Harry couldn't wait another year to see all the hatred worked through, it had to be done now, not only for Draco, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and himself, but for everyone else. This could effect more than just them, it could effect all at Hogwarts, including Lissa.
Hermione sat, her body shaking al over with fear. Ginny may have been smaller and weaker than her, but that didn't matter in wand strength, Ginny had the capability Hermione had, they had practiced spells together all these years, and Hermione knew better than to underestimate a strong young woman. A seventh year Ravenclaw guy had tried stuff with Hermione last year, and for all she knew, he could very well still be in the hospital wing of the school.
Blaise could feel the tension in the room. He wasn't at al like people thought him. Most thought him just a dense Slytherin boy, bu he wasn't at all. He had respect, brains, kindness, and he also knew better than to mess with a young witch. Tan-blonde hair fell in a frame about his built face, his piercing hazel eyes could break through a cement wall. He knew the trio before him must have some beef the way the young woman was glaring at them. Blaise hoped down off the stage and waltzed over to Ginny, taking her hand like he did Hermione's; Giving it a quick kiss, and a tiny squeeze, earning him a glare from Harry once again. "Blaise Zabini... Hello lovely, I believe I could have only hoped to meet you in heaven, to what pleasure do I meet you early?"
Ginny blushed, turning her head away slightly, she couldn't let the trio see her new weakness. "I'm Ginny Weasley... And they.." Pointing at the trio, "are what bring me angrily storming in..."
Blaise took the girls arm and lead her over to the table, pulling out her chair, and swiping a butter-beer off the tray of a waitress walking past them. "Then lady, please drink and calm yourself, it's not fit to see someone so beautiful in foul temper..."
Draco was glad for the distraction. The girl was seated between him and Harry, right across from Hermione. Draco felt much safer with Blaise there, (who was now seated between him and Ginny), Because he didn't figure the girl would blast him out of the shop when she had an admirer there.
Harry, on the other hand was still glaring at Blaise. It was bad enough that he had hit on Hermione, now Ginny? No guy was this polite. This might have solved Hermione's question if she had vocalized 'is he really polite, or do I have no manners?'.
Blaise knew what he was doing. He could read people fairly easily. And this was only too simple. Hermione was obviously feeling guilty, by the way she kept tugging at her sleeves, and rolling and unrolling her napkin. Harry was shaking out of nervousness and anxiety, afraid of this little girl He sat next to. Draco, was the plainest to read. Blaise had known him from being a small child. It was simple. Blaise's family tried to help death-eaters get out of their order, and become fighters for the right.
The Fighters For right were known well in the Wizarding world, and were given a lot of support and trust. However, they acted also as a witness protection nation, and therefor them members all kept anonymous. Blaise had been discussing Draco's situation for some time now, and it looked like Draco was at least making some sort of effort to get out of the ranks of Voldemort, but if he really could succeed would be another question.
Blaise held his side, where his tattoo, marking him and FFR lay. It was a picture of the Griffin, symbolizing courage and virtue, in choosing the new righteousness, and the Latin words, Totaliter Levis Fidelus. It meant Entirely Light in Faith. The mark completely summed up what the group was about, the new trust and faith in one another, bringing them into the light, for righteousness and virtue.
Blaise watched Draco's expression. He looked so torn, a hate for what he had done, a longing for forgiveness, for acceptance, and for love. Blaise knew draco could achieve these, but he also knew Draco didn't think it was at all possible. Draco looked over to Blaise, giving him a quick nod, before turning back to look to Ginny, who was giving him such a glare, a searing pain rushed into his heart, like he had never felt before.
Draco only then realized he was feeling remorse. Fo so long he had been bitter. He had always known he wanted out. Now he was further in than he liked. Blaise hadn't created a new cover for him yet, and it could be a while before Draco could withdraw from Voldemort entirely. Draco was swept with a new sense of pride. His decision was made. He would join FFR, but that was the easy part; escaping Voldemort. The bigger problem was getting to have a new circle. Crabbe and Goyle would have to be left behind. Two people he had told most everything. He would have to join Hermione, and Harry, which didn't seem bad at all. But then there was the issue of Ginny and Ron, he knew that if everything went bac to normal, Ron would still hate him, and Hermione and Harry would be forced to choose, and he knew that it was only fair to go back with their most trusted friend. They would have to.
The table sat in silence. The group eyed on another, Ether with feelings of remorse, love, friendship, loathing, hate, wishfulness, longing, and another vary of feelings. The silence had to be broken. Blaise was the bravest, and first to break into the silence, like cutting stone with a sword, it cut through the listeners minds, ears, and heart, bringing forth deep memories, that wished to be held back. "So, what has happened with the lot of you friends lately."
Ginny visually jumped in her seat, Hermione shrunk back in shame, Draco became stiff and uncomfortable, Harry bolted upright, and gave quick glances at them all, and Blaise slumped back, aware of all the emotions re- affirmed now.
Harry spoke up first. "Blaise. It is easy to see you can be trusted. So join now, or get up and leave." Harry waited, and when he saw no movement from Blaise he continued. "Fine. But a word spoken is centuries off your life, and one of us can afford that." Harry was silent another moment. He hadn't been given awards for bravery for nothing. This was it. "Ginny, it's you brother. Have you noticed anything different about his attitude, starting about... at most a month ago?"
Ginny stood up, though about slapping Harry, then calmly sat back down. "No. Nothing that couldn't be explained by..." she shot a quick glance at Hermione, "hormones." The table was silent another moment before she spoke again. "However, he keeps to himself a lot more, and as far as attitude, I don't get any. He stays up in his room, and talks to his owl. That's about it." Ginny felt sad as she said this. Something had changed over the last few weeks, and it wasn't something anyone brought on him visibly. She too knew it had to be something else.
Harry spoke softly to Ginny, who looked very fragile, and weak after speaking this, "Ginny, We think something might be wrong with Ron, like, maybe... You say he was talking to his owl?"
Ginny nodded, "That's right, he sits up there, chatting away softly to his owl, as if we can't hear him mumbling away. Silly really!"
Harry looked out the window for a moment, then turned back to her. "Is there anyway, he could be talking to someone else?"
"Well, who would he talk to?"
"That's what we would like to know. The thing is Ginny, we think Ron might be... Possessed..."
A small gasp escaped Ginny's lips, and she bolted upright, as did the others, including Blaise. "Harry, my brother, he couldn't! I mean, how? Who would?" Ginny was a little overwhelmed by questions, and found herself fainting.
Blaise swooped a graceful arm under the girl and raised her back up gently, pulling her seat up next to him, placing a newly-dampened napkin on her head. The others only watched. After a few minuets Ginny was wide awake again, fully revived with energy.
Draco watched as his friend did all this with care, knowing that he had to become that. Harry spoke softly again, as to not re-startle her. "Ginny, we do not know any of this, so that's what we need your help in. We want you to find out what he is saying, if he names name's, you know? If anything has happened, he might say, besides, it could be nothing, but, it's better to fin out, than not."
Ginny nodded. "Ok. I can do that. My father had a tape recorder that would be easy to use, as he has tried to fill my mind with the various uses of muggle devices. I can owl them to you, and you can make sense of them, but that's all I can do, I'm so busy with housework these days..." Ginny gave a slight smile, she knew she was pleasing her mother with her bravery in doing what had to be done.
Harry helped her stand and walked with her to the door. "We had best go soon, Dumbledore will already have us up for five detentions with Snape by now!"
Ginny laughed. "Is there any way you can help me home? Or at least to the broom rack? I still feel a little woozy, I don't know why, It's almost as if something..." Ginny stopped. Harry understood.
"It might be Gin, we will just have to wait it out I guess, until then, lets have Blaise take you home." Harry instructed Blaise on what to do. It was decided he would act as Ginny's choice for an assistant at the Burrow, and he would take care of her, and help watch Ron's activities.
"Hermione, Draco, lets get going." Harry led the way over to the Sweet-shop, and the were soon on their way back to the castle.
I know, I know, It's been forever, but I was gone for near a week boarding, I was sick, I had work, and so much more, but I promise tons and tons more soon enough, thanks for putting up with me thus far guys! I love you forever!