Talks and Letters
Mr. Weasley ran down the stairs to see why his son was yelling. After Ron explained the situation and gave his father the note, Mr. Weasley agreed that he would delve into the new stories.
Ron excused himself to his room, and Harry guessed that he was writing a letter to Hermione. Poor Hermione, Harry thought. Ascending the stairs, he stopped in front of Ginny's door and knocked quietly. After a few seconds, Ginny opened the door slightly, checking who it was. When Ginny saw that it was Harry, she invited him in and closed the door behind her.
"Hi. I just heard about Hermione. You wanna talk?" she asked him.
"That's why I came here, but not to talk about that," Harry responded, rather reluctantly. "There's something else that's on my mind; something that has been bothering me; something I have told no one about."
"I'm listening. Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny questioned, leaning in toward him.
Her green eyes glistened in the light like emeralds. She looked so attentive, and was looking at him in a way she never had before, that Harry paused for a moment to regain his thoughts.
"Well," he started, and then told Ginny the entire dream he had had the previous night. The entire time, Ginny looked straight into his pale green eyes, hanging over every word. When Harry was through, Ginny told him what she thought it meant.
"Harry, I think that this is a sign. Already, there have been many cases about strange things, including what happened to Hermione. You've had these kinds of dreams before, the forbearing kind, I mean. I truly believe that Voldemort will come back, and he has already started. Father came home, last Thursday, I think, and told me that one of the news-reporters went missing. She just disappeared from her desk, and hasn't been found yet."
"That's what I thought at first, I mean the dream being a sign, but then I began to doubt it. I mean, with everything that has happened to me, with the many encounters with Voldemort and all, what if it's just another nightmare. He's told me before that he's out to get me one day, so why would this dream be any different?"
"Harry, listen to me. I know that you don't want this to be true, but how many times have your dreams been right? Every single one of your 'weird' dreams has happened. Think about it Harry. Remember last year, when you woke up in a sweat and told Ron that something had happened to Sirius? You got a letter the next morning from him saying that he had to leave because the Death Eaters had found him. How'd you explain it? You didn't, because you didn't know how you knew. But I know how you knew. You have a power, Harry, a power to foresee the future. I don't know how you got it, but I just know you have it. You might not believe me, but I think that I am right. Harry.Harry."
Harry, who had lost his train of thought, snapped back into it. He had been engulfed in Ginny's face that he was beginning to go into lala land. Wow, he thought, she really is pretty. Wait a sec, could I be falling for her?
"Yes, Ginny. I do see where you are coming from, but I just can't start to believe I have this kind of power. I'm beginning to agree with you, but it might take a while for me to get used to." He paused for a moment. "Thanks for talking with me, Ginny. I needed someone to confide in, and you're a great listener."
Harry rose from his seat, leaned forward, and gave Ginny a hug.
"Goodnight, Harry," said Ginny.
"Goodnight, Ginny," replied Harry, and then he walked out the door.
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After dinner, Ron had rushed upstairs to his room. He wanted to write to Hermione right away. He reached for a quill and his paper and began to write.
Dear Hermione,
He was stuck. He didn't know what to write. Ron wanted to tell her that he'd be there for her, but just didn't know how. His hand began writing.
For the longest time, I have loved you. Ever since the day you became petrified, I knew that I loved you. Remember the Yule Ball in fourth year. I wanted to ask you for the longest time, but I didn't have enough courage. Then, when I finally had the strength, you told me that you already had a date. That just crushed me. And now that I've learned what has happened to you, I just want to be closer to you; to be able to comfort you. That's all I every have wanted to do every time you've been in trouble.
Ron looked down at what he had just written. Oh my gosh, he screamed softly to himself. Where did this come from? Do I really feel this way about her? He reached for another piece of paper and started over.
Dear Hermione, I just received your letter, and I'm soooo sorry. Harry is fine. Dad and I went and got him last night, for safety reasons. Have you found your parents yet? My dad said that he would look for you, and that he can come pick you up on Thursday of this week, if you would like him to. I don't want you to be at your house by yourself. I care about you too much. Unless you object, I guess I'll see you in two days. Until then, Ron Ron folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and tied it to Pig's foot.
"Deliver this to Hermione, fast," he told Pig as he flew out the window. As soon as Ron had shut the window, Harry had opened the door.
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Two days had passed. Mr. Weasley had come home the day before and told Harry and Ron that there had been many reports of people gone missing. Early this morning, Mr. Weasley had left to pick up Hermione.
To pass the time away, Harry and Ron played a game of chess, with Ginny standing nearby, watching. Harry came close, but Ron still pulled of the win, again.
"I am the champion, no one can beat me!" Ron screamed as he ran around the room like an idiot. He stopped running very suddenly. There, in the doorway, stood Hermione.
Mr. Weasley ran down the stairs to see why his son was yelling. After Ron explained the situation and gave his father the note, Mr. Weasley agreed that he would delve into the new stories.
Ron excused himself to his room, and Harry guessed that he was writing a letter to Hermione. Poor Hermione, Harry thought. Ascending the stairs, he stopped in front of Ginny's door and knocked quietly. After a few seconds, Ginny opened the door slightly, checking who it was. When Ginny saw that it was Harry, she invited him in and closed the door behind her.
"Hi. I just heard about Hermione. You wanna talk?" she asked him.
"That's why I came here, but not to talk about that," Harry responded, rather reluctantly. "There's something else that's on my mind; something that has been bothering me; something I have told no one about."
"I'm listening. Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny questioned, leaning in toward him.
Her green eyes glistened in the light like emeralds. She looked so attentive, and was looking at him in a way she never had before, that Harry paused for a moment to regain his thoughts.
"Well," he started, and then told Ginny the entire dream he had had the previous night. The entire time, Ginny looked straight into his pale green eyes, hanging over every word. When Harry was through, Ginny told him what she thought it meant.
"Harry, I think that this is a sign. Already, there have been many cases about strange things, including what happened to Hermione. You've had these kinds of dreams before, the forbearing kind, I mean. I truly believe that Voldemort will come back, and he has already started. Father came home, last Thursday, I think, and told me that one of the news-reporters went missing. She just disappeared from her desk, and hasn't been found yet."
"That's what I thought at first, I mean the dream being a sign, but then I began to doubt it. I mean, with everything that has happened to me, with the many encounters with Voldemort and all, what if it's just another nightmare. He's told me before that he's out to get me one day, so why would this dream be any different?"
"Harry, listen to me. I know that you don't want this to be true, but how many times have your dreams been right? Every single one of your 'weird' dreams has happened. Think about it Harry. Remember last year, when you woke up in a sweat and told Ron that something had happened to Sirius? You got a letter the next morning from him saying that he had to leave because the Death Eaters had found him. How'd you explain it? You didn't, because you didn't know how you knew. But I know how you knew. You have a power, Harry, a power to foresee the future. I don't know how you got it, but I just know you have it. You might not believe me, but I think that I am right. Harry.Harry."
Harry, who had lost his train of thought, snapped back into it. He had been engulfed in Ginny's face that he was beginning to go into lala land. Wow, he thought, she really is pretty. Wait a sec, could I be falling for her?
"Yes, Ginny. I do see where you are coming from, but I just can't start to believe I have this kind of power. I'm beginning to agree with you, but it might take a while for me to get used to." He paused for a moment. "Thanks for talking with me, Ginny. I needed someone to confide in, and you're a great listener."
Harry rose from his seat, leaned forward, and gave Ginny a hug.
"Goodnight, Harry," said Ginny.
"Goodnight, Ginny," replied Harry, and then he walked out the door.
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After dinner, Ron had rushed upstairs to his room. He wanted to write to Hermione right away. He reached for a quill and his paper and began to write.
Dear Hermione,
He was stuck. He didn't know what to write. Ron wanted to tell her that he'd be there for her, but just didn't know how. His hand began writing.
For the longest time, I have loved you. Ever since the day you became petrified, I knew that I loved you. Remember the Yule Ball in fourth year. I wanted to ask you for the longest time, but I didn't have enough courage. Then, when I finally had the strength, you told me that you already had a date. That just crushed me. And now that I've learned what has happened to you, I just want to be closer to you; to be able to comfort you. That's all I every have wanted to do every time you've been in trouble.
Ron looked down at what he had just written. Oh my gosh, he screamed softly to himself. Where did this come from? Do I really feel this way about her? He reached for another piece of paper and started over.
Dear Hermione, I just received your letter, and I'm soooo sorry. Harry is fine. Dad and I went and got him last night, for safety reasons. Have you found your parents yet? My dad said that he would look for you, and that he can come pick you up on Thursday of this week, if you would like him to. I don't want you to be at your house by yourself. I care about you too much. Unless you object, I guess I'll see you in two days. Until then, Ron Ron folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and tied it to Pig's foot.
"Deliver this to Hermione, fast," he told Pig as he flew out the window. As soon as Ron had shut the window, Harry had opened the door.
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Two days had passed. Mr. Weasley had come home the day before and told Harry and Ron that there had been many reports of people gone missing. Early this morning, Mr. Weasley had left to pick up Hermione.
To pass the time away, Harry and Ron played a game of chess, with Ginny standing nearby, watching. Harry came close, but Ron still pulled of the win, again.
"I am the champion, no one can beat me!" Ron screamed as he ran around the room like an idiot. He stopped running very suddenly. There, in the doorway, stood Hermione.