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then :) Everything else is the wonderful work of JK Rowling's.
Chapter 2: Conexus Efficit
That day Ginny was walking around as if in a trance. She knew she had to concentrate for her final exams. But it was as if it didn't matter. She was sitting in the middle of her History of Magic exam just looking out at the bright and warm sun shining down on the grounds outside. And even thought it made the small classroom sweltering hot her insides were still cold and in a way squirming. Something was going to happen today. Not only the Third Task in the Triwizard Tournament but also something else... something more frightening.
She could not think of where this feeling came from but guessed that it had something to do with the dream last night. 'But how can it? I've had that dream countless times before and nothing has ever happened.'
Too soon Prof. Binns told them to lay down their quills and hand in their papers. Making her way down to lunch she heard her classmates chattering on about the test. But not until she reached the Great Hall and saw who was there did she open her mouth.
"Mom! Bill! What are you doing here?" she asked confusedly. Normally parents weren't allowed to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"We thought we'd come and cheer Harry on for the Third Task." Her mom answered plainly.
'Of course. How nice of mom to think about that considering his aunt and uncle most probably wouldn't even want to hear about it.' She stole a glance at Harry. She was happy to see him soo... relaxed. It had been a very long time since she saw him like that. He suddenly looked at her and smiled, blushing slightly she returned his smile for a second before turning her attention to an incoming Hermione.
Her bushy hair was flowing around her head and shoulders and she had a happy smile playing at her lips. 'What has she have been up to this time?' Ginny wondered 'Is it perhaps a new thing for S.P.E.W. or maybe a way of stopping that horrible Skeeter woman, if you could call her that.' In any case, her smile was soon washed away by the shortness of Mrs. Weasly's voice. 'Ahh. The wonderful work of Rita Skeeter again. But why would mom care? She knows what Rita is all about! Hm... motherly feelings for Harry perhaps? Or was it her wish to see Hermione going with Ron instead? Or was it, God forbidden, because she wanted Harry to be free for me? I mean living in the same house and being a woman she must have noticed me first developing a crush on Harry and then something deeper.. something I don't know how to define yet.'
Her musings were interrupted by one of them, 'probably Hermione', saying that they'd better got to class for their last exam.
'Oh, goodie. Potions exam with Prof. Snape.' She shuddered as she headed down for the dungeons.
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Later that day she found herself in the stands beside the former Quidditch pitch. She was sitting with Fred, George and their friend Lee Jordan. They were all devastated over what had been done to the pitch. There were tall, bushy hedges all over it, like a maze. And in the middle they could see the Triwizard Cup gleaming in the last rays of sunlight.
'I really hope Harry will make it through ok.' Even though part of her told her he might not.
A few words from Bagman, a few applauses and they were off. Harry and Cedric first, then Krum and last Fleur set of through the hole in the hedges. Now all they could do was to wait. The sun had set and it was growing darker by the second. Neither Harry nor any of the other Champions could be seen.
After a good while Ginny needed to use the bathroom. But coming out of her cubicle she felt a jerk somewhere behind her navel. It was as if she was being pulled somewhere with a port key but she hadn't touched anything. And she was still standing in the same spot. Deciding she might be falling ill she went and told the twins that she had a headache and that she was going to go to her dorm to lie down for a while. They were so wrapped up in one of their new inventions (glowing cards, so you could play Exploding Snap in the dark) so they said it was okay and off she went.
But on her way to the Gryffindor Tower she felt a sharp pain tearing in her head. Her knees buckled and she fell down on the ground, head between her legs, she sat down until the pain subsided. When she finally looked up she saw Hermione standing over her shoulder, with worry written all over her face. Hermione helped her to the nearest bench and told her to lie down so that she could get some help.
"No!" was all Ginny got to say before she felt as if she was being slammed into something hard, knocking the wind out of her. In an instant Hermione was back by her side.
"Are you ok?" To say that she was now radiating anxiety for her best friend's sister would be an understatement.
"Yeah, for now at least. Let's just get to the tower" Hermione helped her reluctantly up to the tower, steadying her as if she was about to fall any second.
It was a long walk with a lot of stair cases for Ginny and she hardly had time to lie down comfortably on her four-poster before pain shot through her again. This time piercing the inside of her right elbow.
And Hermione, not knowing where all the blood came gushing from, had now way of stopping it. Soon enough the right side of her robe was soaked, as was her bed sheets. When Hermione found it at last she did a spell (concrescere) and it stopped bleeding. But there was still a scab left.
"I can't do anything about that." Hermione said, pointing to the scab. "Unless you'd like to go up to Madam Pomfrey, she'd get it in no time."
Ginny shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
"As you wish, it will go away in about a weeks time anyway, leaving a scar of course..." Ginny could see the confusion in the eyes of the year older witch. But seeing as how it was a long and complicated story involving the dream she'd just had, and the fact that she still didn't know exactly why this was happening to her, she didn't want to get too many people involved. Especially not Madam Pomfrey, or her mom, who would only make too big of a fuss about it.
Suddenly, as if for the first time , she realized she was covered in blood, and it had started to become sticky. So she got out of her bed and, helped by Hermione, headed for the bathroom.
"Call me if you need anything, or if the pain comes back." Hermione called. Ginny heard only half of it as she turned on the hot water tap and started washing away the now stale blood sticking to her arm. She was forming a vague idea, a sort of guess, of what this was now, but how? And why was it affecting her? Sighing, she finished cleaning herself and got into a new set of robes. She got out and saw Hermione sitting by the fire. She walked up to her.
"Done." It was a mere whisper.
"Feeling any better?"
"A little." She forced a smile to her lips.
"Look, since your bed is covered with bloody sheets, do you want to lay down in mine?"
"Yeah, thanks." The two witches made their way up to the fourth year girls' dormitory where Ginny laid down and Hermione pulled up a chair next to her.
After just being in their own little thoughts for a while Hermione broke the silence .
"So... uhm... you know what's going on with you?" Ginny shook her head again and Hermione knew better than to ask any more questions at the moment, so they just sat/lay there.
Then Ginny suddenly got another surge of pain. This time worse than anything she had ever imagined. It felt like her whole being was being pulled apart into tiny molecules and then stuffed back into one small box about the size of 1 inch3 all at the same time. In short, she spasmed.
And as fast as it had come, just as fast did it go away. And she just lay there, her body all numb while Hermione was checking for signs of breathing and if she had possibly broken any bones in the process. She hadn't.
But somewhere in her head she could hear somebody talking. It was a very high and sort of hissing voice so she could only get a few words out of every sentence. But she could hear that it was somebody who was about to kill a man, or a boy... a name... Wormtail... 'Who's he?' she thought but the voice in her head went on and she wanted to get as much as possible. 'Now, was that Harry's name? I really hope he is still alright! And who does that voice belong to anyway?' They were going to duel. She felt her spine bend uncontrollably so she rolled onto her side before once again feeling as if she was being pulled apart, but this time catching what it was. The high hissing voice had said something.
"Crucio!"
'So this was what if felt like.' She thought after it had once again subsided. However, now something really weird happened. She was beginning to see some vague outlines of people but it was very dark. It was as if there were people standing in a half circle in front of her and the man with the voice spoke again. He seemed very tall... and 'was that red in his eyes?'
She didn't want to look anymore. But not only was she unable to get rid of the sight, but she also felt that she needed to find out more. But then she felt as if her eyes were rolled back into her head, which went totally blank relieving her of all thoughts and pains, until something inside of her screamed:
"I WON'T!"
And everything came back tenfold. 'Have I ever been in this much pain?' she asked herself, but she knew the answer before she could even think "Quidditch". Never ever had she been in this much pain.
Then she saw the tall man start to raise his wand again and terrified she found herself behind something big 'Wait, is this a head stone? Where the heck am I?' She heard the voice coming closer... and closer... And suddenly she was up from behind the stone and two light beams met in the air. One green and one scarlet, and these two somehow made a golden string between the wands. The string splintered and made a sort of light-dome.
For the second time in her life she heard the wonderful sound of Phoenix song. 'Was Fawkes around?' She couldn't see him. Nor any other bird or animal for that matter... well, except for that giant snake who was gliding around in the grass.
Turning her attention back to the original string of light she now saw a head come out of it, and a body following 'OMG, it's Cedric Diggory!' And then there came another man! 'But how can this be?' A new head was emerging and she saw it belonged to Bertha Jorkins, her dad's working associate at the Ministry. But after that came almost the biggest *chock*
First there was the red hair.
'Is that me?'
And then the head.
'Nah... she's got green eyes... Whoa. Harry's got those green eyes! Could that be a future child of ours? No, of course not.' she scolded herself. 'But then it's got to be... his mom! Oh my Goodness she is beautiful. And that must be his dad emerging now. They look just alike. Except for the eyes then.'
She could now hear how his parents were talking. His mom had the sweetest voice, even through the echoing, and his dad said something of how to get out of there.
Soon the connection broke, the light-dome and the Phoenix song disappeared. And with a jerk somewhere behind the navel everything went black.
A/N: So.. there you have the second chapter... I don't know if it came out as I wanted it... the first part is kind of... well.. dull and not really necessary... but judge for yourselves :) And of course I had to leave you with the cliff hanger :) but don't worry.. I'll hurry up. So. What I really wanted to say was that I really really want you to review it makes me sooo happy and still, if anyone wants to beta-read: Contact me! Hugs!
Chapter 2: Conexus Efficit
That day Ginny was walking around as if in a trance. She knew she had to concentrate for her final exams. But it was as if it didn't matter. She was sitting in the middle of her History of Magic exam just looking out at the bright and warm sun shining down on the grounds outside. And even thought it made the small classroom sweltering hot her insides were still cold and in a way squirming. Something was going to happen today. Not only the Third Task in the Triwizard Tournament but also something else... something more frightening.
She could not think of where this feeling came from but guessed that it had something to do with the dream last night. 'But how can it? I've had that dream countless times before and nothing has ever happened.'
Too soon Prof. Binns told them to lay down their quills and hand in their papers. Making her way down to lunch she heard her classmates chattering on about the test. But not until she reached the Great Hall and saw who was there did she open her mouth.
"Mom! Bill! What are you doing here?" she asked confusedly. Normally parents weren't allowed to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"We thought we'd come and cheer Harry on for the Third Task." Her mom answered plainly.
'Of course. How nice of mom to think about that considering his aunt and uncle most probably wouldn't even want to hear about it.' She stole a glance at Harry. She was happy to see him soo... relaxed. It had been a very long time since she saw him like that. He suddenly looked at her and smiled, blushing slightly she returned his smile for a second before turning her attention to an incoming Hermione.
Her bushy hair was flowing around her head and shoulders and she had a happy smile playing at her lips. 'What has she have been up to this time?' Ginny wondered 'Is it perhaps a new thing for S.P.E.W. or maybe a way of stopping that horrible Skeeter woman, if you could call her that.' In any case, her smile was soon washed away by the shortness of Mrs. Weasly's voice. 'Ahh. The wonderful work of Rita Skeeter again. But why would mom care? She knows what Rita is all about! Hm... motherly feelings for Harry perhaps? Or was it her wish to see Hermione going with Ron instead? Or was it, God forbidden, because she wanted Harry to be free for me? I mean living in the same house and being a woman she must have noticed me first developing a crush on Harry and then something deeper.. something I don't know how to define yet.'
Her musings were interrupted by one of them, 'probably Hermione', saying that they'd better got to class for their last exam.
'Oh, goodie. Potions exam with Prof. Snape.' She shuddered as she headed down for the dungeons.
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Later that day she found herself in the stands beside the former Quidditch pitch. She was sitting with Fred, George and their friend Lee Jordan. They were all devastated over what had been done to the pitch. There were tall, bushy hedges all over it, like a maze. And in the middle they could see the Triwizard Cup gleaming in the last rays of sunlight.
'I really hope Harry will make it through ok.' Even though part of her told her he might not.
A few words from Bagman, a few applauses and they were off. Harry and Cedric first, then Krum and last Fleur set of through the hole in the hedges. Now all they could do was to wait. The sun had set and it was growing darker by the second. Neither Harry nor any of the other Champions could be seen.
After a good while Ginny needed to use the bathroom. But coming out of her cubicle she felt a jerk somewhere behind her navel. It was as if she was being pulled somewhere with a port key but she hadn't touched anything. And she was still standing in the same spot. Deciding she might be falling ill she went and told the twins that she had a headache and that she was going to go to her dorm to lie down for a while. They were so wrapped up in one of their new inventions (glowing cards, so you could play Exploding Snap in the dark) so they said it was okay and off she went.
But on her way to the Gryffindor Tower she felt a sharp pain tearing in her head. Her knees buckled and she fell down on the ground, head between her legs, she sat down until the pain subsided. When she finally looked up she saw Hermione standing over her shoulder, with worry written all over her face. Hermione helped her to the nearest bench and told her to lie down so that she could get some help.
"No!" was all Ginny got to say before she felt as if she was being slammed into something hard, knocking the wind out of her. In an instant Hermione was back by her side.
"Are you ok?" To say that she was now radiating anxiety for her best friend's sister would be an understatement.
"Yeah, for now at least. Let's just get to the tower" Hermione helped her reluctantly up to the tower, steadying her as if she was about to fall any second.
It was a long walk with a lot of stair cases for Ginny and she hardly had time to lie down comfortably on her four-poster before pain shot through her again. This time piercing the inside of her right elbow.
And Hermione, not knowing where all the blood came gushing from, had now way of stopping it. Soon enough the right side of her robe was soaked, as was her bed sheets. When Hermione found it at last she did a spell (concrescere) and it stopped bleeding. But there was still a scab left.
"I can't do anything about that." Hermione said, pointing to the scab. "Unless you'd like to go up to Madam Pomfrey, she'd get it in no time."
Ginny shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
"As you wish, it will go away in about a weeks time anyway, leaving a scar of course..." Ginny could see the confusion in the eyes of the year older witch. But seeing as how it was a long and complicated story involving the dream she'd just had, and the fact that she still didn't know exactly why this was happening to her, she didn't want to get too many people involved. Especially not Madam Pomfrey, or her mom, who would only make too big of a fuss about it.
Suddenly, as if for the first time , she realized she was covered in blood, and it had started to become sticky. So she got out of her bed and, helped by Hermione, headed for the bathroom.
"Call me if you need anything, or if the pain comes back." Hermione called. Ginny heard only half of it as she turned on the hot water tap and started washing away the now stale blood sticking to her arm. She was forming a vague idea, a sort of guess, of what this was now, but how? And why was it affecting her? Sighing, she finished cleaning herself and got into a new set of robes. She got out and saw Hermione sitting by the fire. She walked up to her.
"Done." It was a mere whisper.
"Feeling any better?"
"A little." She forced a smile to her lips.
"Look, since your bed is covered with bloody sheets, do you want to lay down in mine?"
"Yeah, thanks." The two witches made their way up to the fourth year girls' dormitory where Ginny laid down and Hermione pulled up a chair next to her.
After just being in their own little thoughts for a while Hermione broke the silence .
"So... uhm... you know what's going on with you?" Ginny shook her head again and Hermione knew better than to ask any more questions at the moment, so they just sat/lay there.
Then Ginny suddenly got another surge of pain. This time worse than anything she had ever imagined. It felt like her whole being was being pulled apart into tiny molecules and then stuffed back into one small box about the size of 1 inch3 all at the same time. In short, she spasmed.
And as fast as it had come, just as fast did it go away. And she just lay there, her body all numb while Hermione was checking for signs of breathing and if she had possibly broken any bones in the process. She hadn't.
But somewhere in her head she could hear somebody talking. It was a very high and sort of hissing voice so she could only get a few words out of every sentence. But she could hear that it was somebody who was about to kill a man, or a boy... a name... Wormtail... 'Who's he?' she thought but the voice in her head went on and she wanted to get as much as possible. 'Now, was that Harry's name? I really hope he is still alright! And who does that voice belong to anyway?' They were going to duel. She felt her spine bend uncontrollably so she rolled onto her side before once again feeling as if she was being pulled apart, but this time catching what it was. The high hissing voice had said something.
"Crucio!"
'So this was what if felt like.' She thought after it had once again subsided. However, now something really weird happened. She was beginning to see some vague outlines of people but it was very dark. It was as if there were people standing in a half circle in front of her and the man with the voice spoke again. He seemed very tall... and 'was that red in his eyes?'
She didn't want to look anymore. But not only was she unable to get rid of the sight, but she also felt that she needed to find out more. But then she felt as if her eyes were rolled back into her head, which went totally blank relieving her of all thoughts and pains, until something inside of her screamed:
"I WON'T!"
And everything came back tenfold. 'Have I ever been in this much pain?' she asked herself, but she knew the answer before she could even think "Quidditch". Never ever had she been in this much pain.
Then she saw the tall man start to raise his wand again and terrified she found herself behind something big 'Wait, is this a head stone? Where the heck am I?' She heard the voice coming closer... and closer... And suddenly she was up from behind the stone and two light beams met in the air. One green and one scarlet, and these two somehow made a golden string between the wands. The string splintered and made a sort of light-dome.
For the second time in her life she heard the wonderful sound of Phoenix song. 'Was Fawkes around?' She couldn't see him. Nor any other bird or animal for that matter... well, except for that giant snake who was gliding around in the grass.
Turning her attention back to the original string of light she now saw a head come out of it, and a body following 'OMG, it's Cedric Diggory!' And then there came another man! 'But how can this be?' A new head was emerging and she saw it belonged to Bertha Jorkins, her dad's working associate at the Ministry. But after that came almost the biggest *chock*
First there was the red hair.
'Is that me?'
And then the head.
'Nah... she's got green eyes... Whoa. Harry's got those green eyes! Could that be a future child of ours? No, of course not.' she scolded herself. 'But then it's got to be... his mom! Oh my Goodness she is beautiful. And that must be his dad emerging now. They look just alike. Except for the eyes then.'
She could now hear how his parents were talking. His mom had the sweetest voice, even through the echoing, and his dad said something of how to get out of there.
Soon the connection broke, the light-dome and the Phoenix song disappeared. And with a jerk somewhere behind the navel everything went black.
A/N: So.. there you have the second chapter... I don't know if it came out as I wanted it... the first part is kind of... well.. dull and not really necessary... but judge for yourselves :) And of course I had to leave you with the cliff hanger :) but don't worry.. I'll hurry up. So. What I really wanted to say was that I really really want you to review it makes me sooo happy and still, if anyone wants to beta-read: Contact me! Hugs!