Chapter 2
It was Monday, Harry's first day of holiday. Since he didn't have to go to class ("yes!") Harry decided to sleep in. It was 10:30 when Harry finally made an entrance in the common room. Ginny was already curled up on one if the chairs in front of the unlit fire.
"What are you reading?" asked Harry as he came up behind her, noticing a book in her hands.
Ginny jumped, "Harry don't do that, you'll scare the life out of me," she said clutching at her heart.
"Sorry," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I'm reading poetry if you must know."
"Really?" remarked Harry.
"Yes, really."
They sat in silence for a while before Ginny spoke up. "So what are you planning on doing today?"
Harry shrugged. "Don't know, maybe I'll practise some Quidditch. Do you want to join me?"
Ginny looked up from her book. "You want me to come?"
"Of course I do! You're my friend! Why do you think I asked you to be with me for this holiday? Let's go have some fun!"
So Harry took a blushing Ginny by the hand and pulled her down to the Quidditch pitch. He got out his Firebolt and she grabbed a nimbus 2000 (donated to the school after madam Matthews saw the state of the school brooms) and they flew around the pitch.
Now Harry didn't know it but he was just about to get a run for his money.
"Hey Gin! I'll race you!" Harry yelled.
"Okay, from where?" she yelled back.
"How 'bout from one middle goal post to another and back again. I'll even give you a head start."
Ginny just laughed. "That won't be necessary. Are you ready? Onetwothreego!"
It was a pretty good start for both of them, Harry only just ahead of Ginny by a fraction. He looked back at her, breath-taken my what he saw, her red locks swept wildly behind her and a sparkle in her eyes and determination on her face.
That was when he realised she was in front of him! He quickly sped up, but was now slightly behind her. He overtook Ginny at the turn, taking the bend sharper than her. They were neck and neck, finally ending the race in a draw.
"I won," said Ginny breathlessly.
"No you didn't, it was a draw," said Harry panting.
"Well you know the saying, ladies go first," Ginny said mischievously.
"You!" said Harry, speeding after his cheeky friend.
Ginny shrieked with delight as Harry proceeded to chase her. He just about caught her, but she slipped into an inverse dive and he followed. They almost hit the ground but they both pulled up just in time and the ground dropped away once more.
"Where did you learn to fly like that!" remarked Harry.
"Your not the only one with natural talent Harry," she answered.
"But the Quidditch team, what about last year?"
"Well they didn't need an extra player since they got Ron for keeper and there wasn't a spot for a new chaser. Besides, I had other things on my mind at the time."
A tear fell from her eye falling onto her cheek.
"Gin, I."
Colin Creevey had been one of Ginny's best friends. She was even there when Hogsmede was attacked. She was found after the battle crying uncontrollably as Colin's blank eyes stared up at her.
Ginny swiped at her tears. "Come on it's getting a little cold out here, can we go inside, I think lunch will be soon anyway. He could see she was trying to forget, and she was right it was getting cold. He also hadn't had anything to eat yet today.
"Yeah sure," he replied.
When they landed, they saw someone on the pitch coming towards them. It was Madam Matthews.
"Very impressive flying there. Are you on the Quidditch team?" she asked in a lilted Aussie accent.
"I am," replied Harry.
"Ah, Harry Potter very nice to meet you, seeker I heard."
He nodded.
"And who might you be?" she asked Ginny.
"Ginny Weasley."
"And what position do you play?"
Ginny shrugged, "Anything really, but usually chaser or seeker."
"Ah, so you're an all round type of girl. Well if you don't play for the school you should certainly do so."
"Are you really seeker for the Australian team?" blurted Harry (but dying to know).
Madam Matthews grinned. "Yes I play seeker for one of the Aussie teams, but I'm taking a year off as a favour to my aunt, and so I can recover properly from my back injury from last season."
"Madame Hooch?" said Ginny.
"Yes I know. I look nothing like her, except for maybe the spiky hair."
"Um, no offence, but what is that in your mouth?" asked Ginny.
"What this?" said Matthews as she opened her mouth. There was a silver stud in the centre of her tongue. "It's a tongue bolt, all the team members have them. We all got one together when we got chosen for the team."
"Didn't it hurt?" asked Ginny in admiration.
"No, but my tattoo did though."
"A tattoo! Where?" Asked Harry.
"I don't know," said Matthews.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Said Ginny.
"Well it's a snitch but it was charmed so it would flutter around my back, so I never know exactly where it is."
"That is very cool," remarked Harry and Ginny together.
Madam Matthews smiled. "I know."
They said their goodbyes and left for the great hall for lunch, leaving Madame Matthews weaving around the goalposts.
Lunch was busy, leaving everyone on the Gryffindor table wanting in on the gossip.
"Why didn't you tell us Harry?" asked Seamus Finnegan.
"How come you get to have fun as well Ginny," said Imogen, one of the girls in Ginny's year.
"Yeah who's going to play sockie hockey with us in class?" remarked another girl, Paula.
"Well it was all so sudden I guess I didn't have time to tell you guys," said Ginny.
"Well, I hope you know that now your gone Harry, Snape is picking on me more than ever," Said Neville.
"Sorry Neville, but don't worry I'll be back next week." Said Harry sympathetically.
Ever since Snape had to go undercover for the order, he has had to be even meaner to Harry (which Harry doesn't think is too hard for him), so Draco and the other Slytherins don't report to their parents about soft treatment of him.
Harry and Ginny went up to the common room after lunch, but Harry was having a terrible time concentrating on his exploding snap game.
"What's wrong Harry?" asked Ginny.
Harry sighed. "It's these dreams I've been getting. They just keep me thinking. I wish I knew what they meant."
"Well, why don't we go and find out?"
So Ginny lead Harry through the corridors and down to the Library. She sat him down at a corral and went off down an aisle of books. She came back with an armful of books and pulled up a chair next to Harry. Harry read the title of the first book, 'Oneiromancy- The interpretation of dreams.'
"Now what are your dreams like?" asked Ginny.
"Well," started Harry, trying to forget the sensation of Ginny's leg pressed up against his. " I'm in a graveyard, and I'm walking between the graves, which all have my friends names on them. Then I run, trip and fall in front of an open grave. I read the inscription, and it's my name. Then I turn around."
"And Tom Riddle is there. He kills you with the killing curse and you fall into the open grave," Ginny finished.
Harry looked at her in shock. "How did you know how it ends?"
"I've been having the same dream. Is that really what happens to you?" asked Ginny, her face pale.
"Yes but it's not Tom Riddle, It's Voldemort."
Ginny shivered. "What could it mean Harry?" she said her hands now shaking.
Harry gathered her hands in his. "I don't know Gin, but I have a feeling it isn't a normal dream, it's a warning."
* * * * * * * *
They sat together at the Gryffindor table, whispering in to each other's ears every now and then.
"How about Remus Lupin?" whispered Harry.
"No, what about my father?" she whispered back.
"So there aren't any more names on the gravestones?" he asked.
"No, the funny thing is, I don't see your name on any if them Harry," replied Ginny.
Harry frowned in concentration, "Nor yours Ginny."
Up in the common room, after dinner, Harry and Ginny sat down at a table at the back of a room. They compiled a list of names they each saw on the gravestones and the differences in each other's dreams. Harry's leg was again touching Ginny's. He tried not to think about it.
"Hey, you have Sirius' name on your list," said Harry as compared there lists.
"Well after last year, he was a real comfort to me after, after Colin died." Ginny sighed.
Harry hadn't seen Ron and Hermione all day; in fact he hadn't seen them apart from meals. "Do you know where Ron and Hermione are?" he asked her.
"I don't know. Maybe they're in the library," suggested Ginny.
Harry thought that that was the most accurate suggestion, as they have been "studying" a lot lately.
"Would you like to come for a walk?" he asked Ginny.
"We can't Harry, it's past curfew; we'll get caught."
He just gave her a sneaky look and rushed upstairs. Ginny thought she heard footsteps coming towards her but there was nothing there. Then as hand came over her mouth and a cloak swirled around her. She came face to face with Harry. She went to speak but he put his finger to his lips to silence her.
They crept out of the common room through the portrait ("What? Who goes there?"), and went down to the library. It was pitch black inside as they stayed close to each other and crept down aisle after aisle. They found no one until they heard muffled voices coming from the restricted section.
Giggles became louder as they stepped over the rope and turned down the aisle. Harry stopped. Hermione and Ron were there, leaning on a bookshelf, snogging. Ginny gasped before Harry could stop her. He put his hand over her mouth and pulled her into him so that they were against the shelf.
"Did you hear that?" asked Hermione as she broke the kiss.
"No," said Ron, going back for more.
"I'm serious Ron, gosh, look at the time, we are going to be in so much trouble if we're caught."
Hermione pulled herself off the shelf and went to walk away but Ron held onto her arm.
"Ron, we have to go. Oh sorry, I didn't realise it was hanging out," Hermione said. She tucked what looked like a ring on a necklace back into her shirt.
"Remember Hermione, we agreed to keep it hidden, at least for a little while," said Ron.
Hermione sighed, "I know but can't we at least tell Harry and Ginny, it's not as if they're going to tell anyone. Besides I reckon they would think it was kind of cute."
"Hermione, me giving you the promise ring was supposed to be meaningful for us, not anyone else. Please 'mione, just a little longer."
Hermione gave him a peck on the cheek. "Okay Ron."
They left the library through a portrait on the wall, hand in hand, leaving the library in silence again.
Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak. "I can't believe my friends would keep something so huge from me, us! Getting married and they didn't tell us!"
"Harry, they are not getting married," Ginny said.
"Gin, you and I both know a promise ring is pretty much an "engaged to be engaged" ring," he replied.
"Uh, Harry?" said Ginny.
Harry realised his arm was still wrapped tightly around Ginny's slender, sexy.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
.Waist.
He pulled his arm out from around her as if he was holding a banshee. He hoped Ginny couldn't see his blushing face.
"You said yourself it was bound to happen sooner or later," said Ginny.
"Yeah! But later rather than sooner!"
Ginny tried to comfort him by putting her hand on his arm. "Don't worry Harry, they'll tell us soon enough."
Harry nodded and slipped the cloak over them once more and went back up to the Gryffindor Tower.
It was Monday, Harry's first day of holiday. Since he didn't have to go to class ("yes!") Harry decided to sleep in. It was 10:30 when Harry finally made an entrance in the common room. Ginny was already curled up on one if the chairs in front of the unlit fire.
"What are you reading?" asked Harry as he came up behind her, noticing a book in her hands.
Ginny jumped, "Harry don't do that, you'll scare the life out of me," she said clutching at her heart.
"Sorry," he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I'm reading poetry if you must know."
"Really?" remarked Harry.
"Yes, really."
They sat in silence for a while before Ginny spoke up. "So what are you planning on doing today?"
Harry shrugged. "Don't know, maybe I'll practise some Quidditch. Do you want to join me?"
Ginny looked up from her book. "You want me to come?"
"Of course I do! You're my friend! Why do you think I asked you to be with me for this holiday? Let's go have some fun!"
So Harry took a blushing Ginny by the hand and pulled her down to the Quidditch pitch. He got out his Firebolt and she grabbed a nimbus 2000 (donated to the school after madam Matthews saw the state of the school brooms) and they flew around the pitch.
Now Harry didn't know it but he was just about to get a run for his money.
"Hey Gin! I'll race you!" Harry yelled.
"Okay, from where?" she yelled back.
"How 'bout from one middle goal post to another and back again. I'll even give you a head start."
Ginny just laughed. "That won't be necessary. Are you ready? Onetwothreego!"
It was a pretty good start for both of them, Harry only just ahead of Ginny by a fraction. He looked back at her, breath-taken my what he saw, her red locks swept wildly behind her and a sparkle in her eyes and determination on her face.
That was when he realised she was in front of him! He quickly sped up, but was now slightly behind her. He overtook Ginny at the turn, taking the bend sharper than her. They were neck and neck, finally ending the race in a draw.
"I won," said Ginny breathlessly.
"No you didn't, it was a draw," said Harry panting.
"Well you know the saying, ladies go first," Ginny said mischievously.
"You!" said Harry, speeding after his cheeky friend.
Ginny shrieked with delight as Harry proceeded to chase her. He just about caught her, but she slipped into an inverse dive and he followed. They almost hit the ground but they both pulled up just in time and the ground dropped away once more.
"Where did you learn to fly like that!" remarked Harry.
"Your not the only one with natural talent Harry," she answered.
"But the Quidditch team, what about last year?"
"Well they didn't need an extra player since they got Ron for keeper and there wasn't a spot for a new chaser. Besides, I had other things on my mind at the time."
A tear fell from her eye falling onto her cheek.
"Gin, I."
Colin Creevey had been one of Ginny's best friends. She was even there when Hogsmede was attacked. She was found after the battle crying uncontrollably as Colin's blank eyes stared up at her.
Ginny swiped at her tears. "Come on it's getting a little cold out here, can we go inside, I think lunch will be soon anyway. He could see she was trying to forget, and she was right it was getting cold. He also hadn't had anything to eat yet today.
"Yeah sure," he replied.
When they landed, they saw someone on the pitch coming towards them. It was Madam Matthews.
"Very impressive flying there. Are you on the Quidditch team?" she asked in a lilted Aussie accent.
"I am," replied Harry.
"Ah, Harry Potter very nice to meet you, seeker I heard."
He nodded.
"And who might you be?" she asked Ginny.
"Ginny Weasley."
"And what position do you play?"
Ginny shrugged, "Anything really, but usually chaser or seeker."
"Ah, so you're an all round type of girl. Well if you don't play for the school you should certainly do so."
"Are you really seeker for the Australian team?" blurted Harry (but dying to know).
Madam Matthews grinned. "Yes I play seeker for one of the Aussie teams, but I'm taking a year off as a favour to my aunt, and so I can recover properly from my back injury from last season."
"Madame Hooch?" said Ginny.
"Yes I know. I look nothing like her, except for maybe the spiky hair."
"Um, no offence, but what is that in your mouth?" asked Ginny.
"What this?" said Matthews as she opened her mouth. There was a silver stud in the centre of her tongue. "It's a tongue bolt, all the team members have them. We all got one together when we got chosen for the team."
"Didn't it hurt?" asked Ginny in admiration.
"No, but my tattoo did though."
"A tattoo! Where?" Asked Harry.
"I don't know," said Matthews.
"What do you mean you don't know?" Said Ginny.
"Well it's a snitch but it was charmed so it would flutter around my back, so I never know exactly where it is."
"That is very cool," remarked Harry and Ginny together.
Madam Matthews smiled. "I know."
They said their goodbyes and left for the great hall for lunch, leaving Madame Matthews weaving around the goalposts.
Lunch was busy, leaving everyone on the Gryffindor table wanting in on the gossip.
"Why didn't you tell us Harry?" asked Seamus Finnegan.
"How come you get to have fun as well Ginny," said Imogen, one of the girls in Ginny's year.
"Yeah who's going to play sockie hockey with us in class?" remarked another girl, Paula.
"Well it was all so sudden I guess I didn't have time to tell you guys," said Ginny.
"Well, I hope you know that now your gone Harry, Snape is picking on me more than ever," Said Neville.
"Sorry Neville, but don't worry I'll be back next week." Said Harry sympathetically.
Ever since Snape had to go undercover for the order, he has had to be even meaner to Harry (which Harry doesn't think is too hard for him), so Draco and the other Slytherins don't report to their parents about soft treatment of him.
Harry and Ginny went up to the common room after lunch, but Harry was having a terrible time concentrating on his exploding snap game.
"What's wrong Harry?" asked Ginny.
Harry sighed. "It's these dreams I've been getting. They just keep me thinking. I wish I knew what they meant."
"Well, why don't we go and find out?"
So Ginny lead Harry through the corridors and down to the Library. She sat him down at a corral and went off down an aisle of books. She came back with an armful of books and pulled up a chair next to Harry. Harry read the title of the first book, 'Oneiromancy- The interpretation of dreams.'
"Now what are your dreams like?" asked Ginny.
"Well," started Harry, trying to forget the sensation of Ginny's leg pressed up against his. " I'm in a graveyard, and I'm walking between the graves, which all have my friends names on them. Then I run, trip and fall in front of an open grave. I read the inscription, and it's my name. Then I turn around."
"And Tom Riddle is there. He kills you with the killing curse and you fall into the open grave," Ginny finished.
Harry looked at her in shock. "How did you know how it ends?"
"I've been having the same dream. Is that really what happens to you?" asked Ginny, her face pale.
"Yes but it's not Tom Riddle, It's Voldemort."
Ginny shivered. "What could it mean Harry?" she said her hands now shaking.
Harry gathered her hands in his. "I don't know Gin, but I have a feeling it isn't a normal dream, it's a warning."
* * * * * * * *
They sat together at the Gryffindor table, whispering in to each other's ears every now and then.
"How about Remus Lupin?" whispered Harry.
"No, what about my father?" she whispered back.
"So there aren't any more names on the gravestones?" he asked.
"No, the funny thing is, I don't see your name on any if them Harry," replied Ginny.
Harry frowned in concentration, "Nor yours Ginny."
Up in the common room, after dinner, Harry and Ginny sat down at a table at the back of a room. They compiled a list of names they each saw on the gravestones and the differences in each other's dreams. Harry's leg was again touching Ginny's. He tried not to think about it.
"Hey, you have Sirius' name on your list," said Harry as compared there lists.
"Well after last year, he was a real comfort to me after, after Colin died." Ginny sighed.
Harry hadn't seen Ron and Hermione all day; in fact he hadn't seen them apart from meals. "Do you know where Ron and Hermione are?" he asked her.
"I don't know. Maybe they're in the library," suggested Ginny.
Harry thought that that was the most accurate suggestion, as they have been "studying" a lot lately.
"Would you like to come for a walk?" he asked Ginny.
"We can't Harry, it's past curfew; we'll get caught."
He just gave her a sneaky look and rushed upstairs. Ginny thought she heard footsteps coming towards her but there was nothing there. Then as hand came over her mouth and a cloak swirled around her. She came face to face with Harry. She went to speak but he put his finger to his lips to silence her.
They crept out of the common room through the portrait ("What? Who goes there?"), and went down to the library. It was pitch black inside as they stayed close to each other and crept down aisle after aisle. They found no one until they heard muffled voices coming from the restricted section.
Giggles became louder as they stepped over the rope and turned down the aisle. Harry stopped. Hermione and Ron were there, leaning on a bookshelf, snogging. Ginny gasped before Harry could stop her. He put his hand over her mouth and pulled her into him so that they were against the shelf.
"Did you hear that?" asked Hermione as she broke the kiss.
"No," said Ron, going back for more.
"I'm serious Ron, gosh, look at the time, we are going to be in so much trouble if we're caught."
Hermione pulled herself off the shelf and went to walk away but Ron held onto her arm.
"Ron, we have to go. Oh sorry, I didn't realise it was hanging out," Hermione said. She tucked what looked like a ring on a necklace back into her shirt.
"Remember Hermione, we agreed to keep it hidden, at least for a little while," said Ron.
Hermione sighed, "I know but can't we at least tell Harry and Ginny, it's not as if they're going to tell anyone. Besides I reckon they would think it was kind of cute."
"Hermione, me giving you the promise ring was supposed to be meaningful for us, not anyone else. Please 'mione, just a little longer."
Hermione gave him a peck on the cheek. "Okay Ron."
They left the library through a portrait on the wall, hand in hand, leaving the library in silence again.
Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak. "I can't believe my friends would keep something so huge from me, us! Getting married and they didn't tell us!"
"Harry, they are not getting married," Ginny said.
"Gin, you and I both know a promise ring is pretty much an "engaged to be engaged" ring," he replied.
"Uh, Harry?" said Ginny.
Harry realised his arm was still wrapped tightly around Ginny's slender, sexy.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
.Waist.
He pulled his arm out from around her as if he was holding a banshee. He hoped Ginny couldn't see his blushing face.
"You said yourself it was bound to happen sooner or later," said Ginny.
"Yeah! But later rather than sooner!"
Ginny tried to comfort him by putting her hand on his arm. "Don't worry Harry, they'll tell us soon enough."
Harry nodded and slipped the cloak over them once more and went back up to the Gryffindor Tower.
