Chapter 11:
~Invisible Threads~
He sat there
He sat crouched, his head was bent down, and his knees pulled to his chest, making himself seem as little as possible. Slowly, he began to rock back and forth, his movement and posture clearly showing insecurities. The wind rustled nearby, coming closer. The air swirled around him, running through his hair. He slowly lifted his head, glazing out in front of him.
The lake, enhanced by the moonlight, glistening and twinkling, lay out in front of him. The moon above glowed, radiant against the black sky, neighboring the stars. The world seemed enchanted.
To him, the world lost its shine; it seemed blank, devoid of any feeling or emotion. The pain inside gnawed at him, forcing any once realistic thought out of him. He once thought that happiness could overcome all, how wrong he had been, and happiness had driven him weak, a pathetic creature.
He glanced back towards the castle; it's looming stature taking up all of his view. Ivan Lehnor pulled himself to his feet, and made himself walk back towards his concealed, yet exposed life.
***
Harry, standing in the darkness, felt frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't feel, he held his breathing to a minimum, waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for the pain that just passed over him to fade away. A sound at the door made him move his head, yet still keeping submissive.
She was standing in the doorway, her hair glittering, the light coming from the hallway making it seem more radiant then usual.
"Harry?" It seemed that Ginny was able to leave the hospital wing.
"Did Madam Pomfrey let you out?"
"Yes, but not before I convinced her I wouldn't fall apart as soon as I left."
"How'd you get in here?" he asked, knowing that as a prefect, the girls were not allowed in the boys dormitory unless invited and visa versa. Before, the fateful night where had fallen asleep in her bed, well, he didn't seem to mind, just now though, he had a lot on his mind; one main thing, the letter.
"You see, there are these stairs, and then you climb them. When you get to the top, you turn left, and then voila, I ended up here. I know it sounds unbelievable, but you should try it sometime."
Harry cracked a smile, but Ginny seemed to see that he wasn't in the best of moods.
"Are you okay?" she asked, apprehensive.
He slowly moved his head, she walked into the room, coming to stand near him; concern was etched into her face.
"Is something wrong?"
"No." Harry said bitterly. He really didn't feel like burdening Ginny with his problems, she had enough on her own. It would cause too much stress on her part to share both their problems.
"Yeah, I can see that." Her sarcasm could be heard through the anxiety in her voice. She walked up to him, placing her hand upon his arm. He tensed, but not pulling away. The frustration and anger could be felt emitting from him.
"Really, I'm fine. Just stressed, nothing major."
Ginny looked at him. His eyes which were usually a crystal clear emerald, reflecting light and happiness, were now a dark green; power and anger swirling in their depths. Something was different, and anger and power did not usually create a good mix, it usually led to bad things.
"You can tell me, you know that right?" she asked, wanting him to know that he could trust her if anything did happen.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes." She said this with such firmness; Harry had no choice but to tell her.
He did. He told her everything, from the ever-changing form of the medallion, to the sword. He told her of the effects it had on him, the tiredness, the anger, the numbing pain, and the nightmares. Even though they had ceased after he came to Hogwarts, they were a constant reminder of things yet to come. Sometimes, they would be so vivid that Harry would feel himself living the nightmares, every time he thought about it. The only thing he left out was the vanishing messages, he didn't even know what they were about, and by the way the last one was written, he didn't think the sender was a secret admirer.
As he told Ginny about the things happening, her face drained itself of colour. When he was finished, his hands clasped together with hers, her face was white. The freckles that once decorated her face were harsh in comparison with her pastel face. Thinking it was worry that made her look so scared, he whispered comforting things in her ear, trying to make her feel safer.
"Gin, it's going to be ok. I promise."
She looked at him, her chocolate brown eyes linking with his emerald ones.
"Didn't you already make promises this year." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. They were harsh, stabbing at the pain already inside him. He flinched, slightly opening the small gap between them. The quilt of what happened was obviously still there, adding even more of a burden to him. "Harry, I didn't mean it like that. Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not."
"Promise?"
"Just," he paused, sighing. "Concerned."
"About what?" she asked, clearly knowing the answer.
He pulled the sleeve of her robe up her arm. "How did that happen?"
She looked down to the scrape. It was mostly healed now; a pink, puffy line was up her arm, revealing a permanent looking scar.
She sighed, remembering the burning pain flashing through her, that lead to complete darkness.
"Do you really want to know?" Replaying the beginning of their conversation.
"Yes."
Ginny sighed, "Okay, I'll tell you."
~*~
"So Malfoy. Feel like proving yourself? 'Cause really, I'm in need of a laugh." Harry said evilly.
Everyone in the common room was silent. They backed away, forming a silent circle around the two wand holders. Ginny stood at the front of the circle, her eyes searching Harry's face. She shoved her hand into her pocket, grabbing her wand, ready to join in if need be. She saw Harry nod at her, his face concerned, yet giving her permission to help, knowing that she could fend for herself, even if he didn't want her too.
Malfoy grinned that hard grin of his, Ciaran behind him. It seemed to Ginny that Malfoy had found another follower.
"Demtoria!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the room.
The lights in the room vanquished. A gloom settled over it, darkness rising from the corners to engulf the room. Malfoy seemed to have a hard time standing straight. He clutched his stomach; he raised his head, again his once cold eyes flashed with a scarlet colour. They seemed to shimmer from their depths. He smiled, a crooked smile at that. Once his eyes met Harry, Harry's face turned into an evil grin, showing anger, loathing, pain, and it was all directed at Malfoy. Ginny noticed that he didn't look like himself; his eyes we deep and guarded, power flashing through the emerald orbs.
He raised his wand, levelly meeting with Malfoy's.
"Expelliarmus!" They both cried at the same time.
The power of their selves and their wands met, ricocheting magic in every direction. Everyone ducked, covering his or her head. A spark flew into her; a burst of pain went up her side. Her eyes flashed with colour, sparks and stars covering her view. A heat flew in her swirling around her magic, guarding it, sustaining it, giving it power. The sting spread through her, vanishing all thought. Suddenly, it formed in her mind. A creature, not human, but with surprisingly human features, settled itself in her psyche, it eyes glowed red, it raised its' arm, claws showing, long and sharp.
It disappeared, and Ginny was left in darkness.
~*~
She was brought back to the present by the comforting rubbing on her shoulder of her good arm. She was sitting on Harry's bed, his arms circled around her.
"Shh, it's going to be alright." He whispered.
She only noticed now that she was shaking uncontrollably. Tears that were held back began pouring down her face, the pain aching as if it were fresh and new. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't, the terror still held in her mind, the piercing eyes, the numbing pain, and the fresh sadness. Above all the sadness affected her the most. It brought fresh tearing springing to her eyes.
She just rocked back and forth, simultaneously with Harry. She felt sheltered, protected, safe, the pain disappearing from her. As she leaned against him, her back against his chest, he whispered, so quietly that she could barely hear, comforting, relaxing words, he pain and sadness dissolving.
"It's okay Gin, it'll be alright." He promised.
"I don't know what to believe. It seems everything I try to do ends up bad."
"No, not everything. Remember a few weeks ago, when you tried out for the Quidditch team. You are an amazing flyer."
"Boys and Quidditch." Ginny sighed. "Don't you ever think about anything else?"
"Yes, but do you really want to know?"
Ginny laughed through her tears, a smile appearing on her face. She looked at him; his smile was infectious.
"No, I guess I don't, remember, I have older brothers."
Harry, given the thought that Ginny was indeed raised be her older brothers as much as if not more, then her mum. The thought that Fred and George had a role in Ginny's upbringing, especially since she was the youngest, frightened him a little. To think that she had an eighth of their mischief was also somewhat intriguing, and well, could have interesting effects.
But the prospect of thinking rationally flew out the window, when Ron walked in the door.
He froze, the sight of Ginny and Harry together seemed to have created an interesting petrified effect. Ron just stood there, rooted to the spot, and by the looks of his face and ears, he seemed pretty upset.
He opened his mouth to speak, when behind him walked in Hermione. She also had the same frozen look about her, it would have been quite amusing, except for the fact that with Ron's anger and stubbornness mixed with the shock of Hermione would indeed make them have some explaining to do.
Ginny, who was calmly resting in Harry's lap, seemed to be sitting up straight. The sight of her brother seeing her thus, made her extremely uncomfortable.
The atmosphere was rather awkward.
***
Malfoy sat on his bed, thinking of the duel a few nights ago. The match between him and Potter, it kept replaying in his mind, the hollowness inside him, the doubling over, and the barren emotion. It felt powerless, weak.
The opposite of everything he believed in.
How could he have been so weak? So pitiful? He let the idiot Potter beat him. But not before he felt icy sharpness reach into him. The cool control, where nothing but himself mattered. Whatever it was, he liked that feeling.
***
Dumbledore, sat in his office, his head in his hands, grief swirled in his eyes. A large, black dog sat to the left of him, patiently waiting for the headmaster to finish his thoughts, for it seemed, the dog had thoughts of it's own. The events that have been happening ever since the beginning of the year were puzzling him, and he was not one to be easily confused, Voldemort had returned, that was certain.
Something different was going on with Harry. Before he had time to ponder the boy-who-lived, a knocking on the door interrupted him.
"Come in." He called, the visitor, evidently hearing him, open the office door. When he saw who was there, he greeted him cheerfully. "Ahh, come in Professor Lehnor. We've been waiting for you."
***
Back in the Gryffindor Tower, feelings were not as friendly, even among friends.
"Umm, Hello?" Harry said, breaking the unbearable silence.
"That's all you have to say? Hello?" Ron's voice was laden with disgust. "After what you did to her, you expect me to simply forget?"
"What?" Ginny asked, still sitting on Harry's lap. "What are you talking about? Harry didn't do anything."
"And you believed him?" Ron asked, his tone clearly one of disbelief.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Ginny, come off it, I mean, I know you fancy him, but if you just want to believe him for that, than you're just as gullible as Dumbledore."
~I don't think that was too smart.~ Harry thought, and by the looks of it, Hermione agreed with him. Ginny, on the other hand, had never looked mad, or embarrassed. For as many years that Harry had indeed known the Weasleys, Ginny was infamous for her temper. It seemed that once she became mad, well, the results were quite astounding. Ron, who should have learned this lesson years ago, seemed to let it slip his mind, and well, Harry was wondering what would come of it. Ginny got up, out of Harry's lap, walked over to Ron, and by the looks of it, Ron knew what was coming.
Or, maybe not.
She raised her hand to Ron, expecting a slap; Ron squinted and moved away from her. Instead, she placed her hand in front of Ron's face, waved her hand in a circular motion as a picture formed. His eyes lost focus. It seemed to have in a trance, yet both Harry and Hermione could clearly see what was before him. In front of him, a formation of the creature that Ginny had indeed described to him. It grinned evilly at them, it's human features enhanced by the personification of his grin.
Hermione let out a yelp, as Ron began to sway back and forth, his balance tilting, and at the creature that lay before them. She ran up to him, but stopped when Ginny raised her other hand, blocking him from Hermione's view. Harry who was sitting on the bed until now, jumped off, at concern for his best friend. He knew Ginny wouldn't hurt him deliberately, but at the moment, she didn't seem to be in control of her magic, and feelings, which usually lead to bad things.
She lowered both hands, and Ron came back to the present. His faced paled, the colour draining from him. Hermione and Harry both rushed forward, to hold him up as he fell to the floor; he seemed to have lost all ability to stand at the moment. Ginny, stood there, the anger in her face seemed less now, satisfaction replacing it.
Ron raised his head and looked at his younger sister. Disbelief was clearly written across his pale features. He was looking amazed, yet taken aback by Ginny's new power.
"You'll be fine." She said, relieving both Harry and Hermione. It never occurred to them what Ginny could do when she was mad at someone. Especially her older brothers.
"What did you do?" he croaked, his voice seemingly gone.
"I just showed you about the actual events that happened the night Harry and Draco fought."
"What was that thing?"
"Well, if you get it into you thick head that Harry didn't do anything, maybe you can help us figure it out."
TBC.
Special Thanks to:
Maroswellian: Thank you so much. That was such a positive review; I couldn't help but smile at it. Yes, hopefully, the Weasley boys will begin to understand that little Ginny is not so little anymore. Thanks again, I can't help but hope this new chapter met your expectations.
SinginSpyder: Get on with the romance? * Laughs* well, there wasn't a lot of romance in this chapter, but with Halloween a week away, I'm stating to think that your suggestion might be possible.
Geor-sama: You will see Hermione and Ron having, er.. discussions about the 'situation' soon enough. Hope you like the changes I made to this chapter, even if they are minor ones.
Angelis: Whew, at least interesting is a good thing. Hope this chapter meets the interesting qualifications.
Evillalmanotlamma(frogs: Exactly the point I was trying to get across, well, in that section. I hate that as well. You always think, well, if I'm lying here, in bed, a bandage around my ankle, what do you think? * smiles * Hope you like this chapter.
Lilja: Thank you so much. I hope this chapter will be just as great.
moonygirl13: Yes, this is a hobby of mine, I would love to make it more, but for now, it's a hobby. A twisted mood you say? May I ask why? * laughs * no, I wasn't planning on making Draco gay, but as soon as I read your review, I re-read my whole story, trying to find where you might have picked up that thought. No, he isn't gay.
Blue Eyes: Yes, sort of a one track mind, but, if I was reading this story, not writing it, I would also want the romance to make a move on, I'm planning on making that happen soon enough.
Tigerlily: In book four, and book two, people did shun Harry. But as we found out, they shunned him because they were either scared of him, or they didn't have any idea what was going on. The letter sender, well, (it) has some plans to follow through with.
A/N: Okay. this chapter might have some confusing parts; yes I understand that. But hopefully, it'll clear itself up by the next chapter, which I am almost done writing. Again, please tell me what you think of this chapter, all opinions are good ones, even if they criticize my work horribly. Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter, it means a lot. Thank you, and happy reading.
He sat there
He sat crouched, his head was bent down, and his knees pulled to his chest, making himself seem as little as possible. Slowly, he began to rock back and forth, his movement and posture clearly showing insecurities. The wind rustled nearby, coming closer. The air swirled around him, running through his hair. He slowly lifted his head, glazing out in front of him.
The lake, enhanced by the moonlight, glistening and twinkling, lay out in front of him. The moon above glowed, radiant against the black sky, neighboring the stars. The world seemed enchanted.
To him, the world lost its shine; it seemed blank, devoid of any feeling or emotion. The pain inside gnawed at him, forcing any once realistic thought out of him. He once thought that happiness could overcome all, how wrong he had been, and happiness had driven him weak, a pathetic creature.
He glanced back towards the castle; it's looming stature taking up all of his view. Ivan Lehnor pulled himself to his feet, and made himself walk back towards his concealed, yet exposed life.
***
Harry, standing in the darkness, felt frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't feel, he held his breathing to a minimum, waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for the pain that just passed over him to fade away. A sound at the door made him move his head, yet still keeping submissive.
She was standing in the doorway, her hair glittering, the light coming from the hallway making it seem more radiant then usual.
"Harry?" It seemed that Ginny was able to leave the hospital wing.
"Did Madam Pomfrey let you out?"
"Yes, but not before I convinced her I wouldn't fall apart as soon as I left."
"How'd you get in here?" he asked, knowing that as a prefect, the girls were not allowed in the boys dormitory unless invited and visa versa. Before, the fateful night where had fallen asleep in her bed, well, he didn't seem to mind, just now though, he had a lot on his mind; one main thing, the letter.
"You see, there are these stairs, and then you climb them. When you get to the top, you turn left, and then voila, I ended up here. I know it sounds unbelievable, but you should try it sometime."
Harry cracked a smile, but Ginny seemed to see that he wasn't in the best of moods.
"Are you okay?" she asked, apprehensive.
He slowly moved his head, she walked into the room, coming to stand near him; concern was etched into her face.
"Is something wrong?"
"No." Harry said bitterly. He really didn't feel like burdening Ginny with his problems, she had enough on her own. It would cause too much stress on her part to share both their problems.
"Yeah, I can see that." Her sarcasm could be heard through the anxiety in her voice. She walked up to him, placing her hand upon his arm. He tensed, but not pulling away. The frustration and anger could be felt emitting from him.
"Really, I'm fine. Just stressed, nothing major."
Ginny looked at him. His eyes which were usually a crystal clear emerald, reflecting light and happiness, were now a dark green; power and anger swirling in their depths. Something was different, and anger and power did not usually create a good mix, it usually led to bad things.
"You can tell me, you know that right?" she asked, wanting him to know that he could trust her if anything did happen.
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes." She said this with such firmness; Harry had no choice but to tell her.
He did. He told her everything, from the ever-changing form of the medallion, to the sword. He told her of the effects it had on him, the tiredness, the anger, the numbing pain, and the nightmares. Even though they had ceased after he came to Hogwarts, they were a constant reminder of things yet to come. Sometimes, they would be so vivid that Harry would feel himself living the nightmares, every time he thought about it. The only thing he left out was the vanishing messages, he didn't even know what they were about, and by the way the last one was written, he didn't think the sender was a secret admirer.
As he told Ginny about the things happening, her face drained itself of colour. When he was finished, his hands clasped together with hers, her face was white. The freckles that once decorated her face were harsh in comparison with her pastel face. Thinking it was worry that made her look so scared, he whispered comforting things in her ear, trying to make her feel safer.
"Gin, it's going to be ok. I promise."
She looked at him, her chocolate brown eyes linking with his emerald ones.
"Didn't you already make promises this year." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. They were harsh, stabbing at the pain already inside him. He flinched, slightly opening the small gap between them. The quilt of what happened was obviously still there, adding even more of a burden to him. "Harry, I didn't mean it like that. Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not."
"Promise?"
"Just," he paused, sighing. "Concerned."
"About what?" she asked, clearly knowing the answer.
He pulled the sleeve of her robe up her arm. "How did that happen?"
She looked down to the scrape. It was mostly healed now; a pink, puffy line was up her arm, revealing a permanent looking scar.
She sighed, remembering the burning pain flashing through her, that lead to complete darkness.
"Do you really want to know?" Replaying the beginning of their conversation.
"Yes."
Ginny sighed, "Okay, I'll tell you."
~*~
"So Malfoy. Feel like proving yourself? 'Cause really, I'm in need of a laugh." Harry said evilly.
Everyone in the common room was silent. They backed away, forming a silent circle around the two wand holders. Ginny stood at the front of the circle, her eyes searching Harry's face. She shoved her hand into her pocket, grabbing her wand, ready to join in if need be. She saw Harry nod at her, his face concerned, yet giving her permission to help, knowing that she could fend for herself, even if he didn't want her too.
Malfoy grinned that hard grin of his, Ciaran behind him. It seemed to Ginny that Malfoy had found another follower.
"Demtoria!" Harry shouted, his voice echoing in the room.
The lights in the room vanquished. A gloom settled over it, darkness rising from the corners to engulf the room. Malfoy seemed to have a hard time standing straight. He clutched his stomach; he raised his head, again his once cold eyes flashed with a scarlet colour. They seemed to shimmer from their depths. He smiled, a crooked smile at that. Once his eyes met Harry, Harry's face turned into an evil grin, showing anger, loathing, pain, and it was all directed at Malfoy. Ginny noticed that he didn't look like himself; his eyes we deep and guarded, power flashing through the emerald orbs.
He raised his wand, levelly meeting with Malfoy's.
"Expelliarmus!" They both cried at the same time.
The power of their selves and their wands met, ricocheting magic in every direction. Everyone ducked, covering his or her head. A spark flew into her; a burst of pain went up her side. Her eyes flashed with colour, sparks and stars covering her view. A heat flew in her swirling around her magic, guarding it, sustaining it, giving it power. The sting spread through her, vanishing all thought. Suddenly, it formed in her mind. A creature, not human, but with surprisingly human features, settled itself in her psyche, it eyes glowed red, it raised its' arm, claws showing, long and sharp.
It disappeared, and Ginny was left in darkness.
~*~
She was brought back to the present by the comforting rubbing on her shoulder of her good arm. She was sitting on Harry's bed, his arms circled around her.
"Shh, it's going to be alright." He whispered.
She only noticed now that she was shaking uncontrollably. Tears that were held back began pouring down her face, the pain aching as if it were fresh and new. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't, the terror still held in her mind, the piercing eyes, the numbing pain, and the fresh sadness. Above all the sadness affected her the most. It brought fresh tearing springing to her eyes.
She just rocked back and forth, simultaneously with Harry. She felt sheltered, protected, safe, the pain disappearing from her. As she leaned against him, her back against his chest, he whispered, so quietly that she could barely hear, comforting, relaxing words, he pain and sadness dissolving.
"It's okay Gin, it'll be alright." He promised.
"I don't know what to believe. It seems everything I try to do ends up bad."
"No, not everything. Remember a few weeks ago, when you tried out for the Quidditch team. You are an amazing flyer."
"Boys and Quidditch." Ginny sighed. "Don't you ever think about anything else?"
"Yes, but do you really want to know?"
Ginny laughed through her tears, a smile appearing on her face. She looked at him; his smile was infectious.
"No, I guess I don't, remember, I have older brothers."
Harry, given the thought that Ginny was indeed raised be her older brothers as much as if not more, then her mum. The thought that Fred and George had a role in Ginny's upbringing, especially since she was the youngest, frightened him a little. To think that she had an eighth of their mischief was also somewhat intriguing, and well, could have interesting effects.
But the prospect of thinking rationally flew out the window, when Ron walked in the door.
He froze, the sight of Ginny and Harry together seemed to have created an interesting petrified effect. Ron just stood there, rooted to the spot, and by the looks of his face and ears, he seemed pretty upset.
He opened his mouth to speak, when behind him walked in Hermione. She also had the same frozen look about her, it would have been quite amusing, except for the fact that with Ron's anger and stubbornness mixed with the shock of Hermione would indeed make them have some explaining to do.
Ginny, who was calmly resting in Harry's lap, seemed to be sitting up straight. The sight of her brother seeing her thus, made her extremely uncomfortable.
The atmosphere was rather awkward.
***
Malfoy sat on his bed, thinking of the duel a few nights ago. The match between him and Potter, it kept replaying in his mind, the hollowness inside him, the doubling over, and the barren emotion. It felt powerless, weak.
The opposite of everything he believed in.
How could he have been so weak? So pitiful? He let the idiot Potter beat him. But not before he felt icy sharpness reach into him. The cool control, where nothing but himself mattered. Whatever it was, he liked that feeling.
***
Dumbledore, sat in his office, his head in his hands, grief swirled in his eyes. A large, black dog sat to the left of him, patiently waiting for the headmaster to finish his thoughts, for it seemed, the dog had thoughts of it's own. The events that have been happening ever since the beginning of the year were puzzling him, and he was not one to be easily confused, Voldemort had returned, that was certain.
Something different was going on with Harry. Before he had time to ponder the boy-who-lived, a knocking on the door interrupted him.
"Come in." He called, the visitor, evidently hearing him, open the office door. When he saw who was there, he greeted him cheerfully. "Ahh, come in Professor Lehnor. We've been waiting for you."
***
Back in the Gryffindor Tower, feelings were not as friendly, even among friends.
"Umm, Hello?" Harry said, breaking the unbearable silence.
"That's all you have to say? Hello?" Ron's voice was laden with disgust. "After what you did to her, you expect me to simply forget?"
"What?" Ginny asked, still sitting on Harry's lap. "What are you talking about? Harry didn't do anything."
"And you believed him?" Ron asked, his tone clearly one of disbelief.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Ginny, come off it, I mean, I know you fancy him, but if you just want to believe him for that, than you're just as gullible as Dumbledore."
~I don't think that was too smart.~ Harry thought, and by the looks of it, Hermione agreed with him. Ginny, on the other hand, had never looked mad, or embarrassed. For as many years that Harry had indeed known the Weasleys, Ginny was infamous for her temper. It seemed that once she became mad, well, the results were quite astounding. Ron, who should have learned this lesson years ago, seemed to let it slip his mind, and well, Harry was wondering what would come of it. Ginny got up, out of Harry's lap, walked over to Ron, and by the looks of it, Ron knew what was coming.
Or, maybe not.
She raised her hand to Ron, expecting a slap; Ron squinted and moved away from her. Instead, she placed her hand in front of Ron's face, waved her hand in a circular motion as a picture formed. His eyes lost focus. It seemed to have in a trance, yet both Harry and Hermione could clearly see what was before him. In front of him, a formation of the creature that Ginny had indeed described to him. It grinned evilly at them, it's human features enhanced by the personification of his grin.
Hermione let out a yelp, as Ron began to sway back and forth, his balance tilting, and at the creature that lay before them. She ran up to him, but stopped when Ginny raised her other hand, blocking him from Hermione's view. Harry who was sitting on the bed until now, jumped off, at concern for his best friend. He knew Ginny wouldn't hurt him deliberately, but at the moment, she didn't seem to be in control of her magic, and feelings, which usually lead to bad things.
She lowered both hands, and Ron came back to the present. His faced paled, the colour draining from him. Hermione and Harry both rushed forward, to hold him up as he fell to the floor; he seemed to have lost all ability to stand at the moment. Ginny, stood there, the anger in her face seemed less now, satisfaction replacing it.
Ron raised his head and looked at his younger sister. Disbelief was clearly written across his pale features. He was looking amazed, yet taken aback by Ginny's new power.
"You'll be fine." She said, relieving both Harry and Hermione. It never occurred to them what Ginny could do when she was mad at someone. Especially her older brothers.
"What did you do?" he croaked, his voice seemingly gone.
"I just showed you about the actual events that happened the night Harry and Draco fought."
"What was that thing?"
"Well, if you get it into you thick head that Harry didn't do anything, maybe you can help us figure it out."
TBC.
Special Thanks to:
Maroswellian: Thank you so much. That was such a positive review; I couldn't help but smile at it. Yes, hopefully, the Weasley boys will begin to understand that little Ginny is not so little anymore. Thanks again, I can't help but hope this new chapter met your expectations.
SinginSpyder: Get on with the romance? * Laughs* well, there wasn't a lot of romance in this chapter, but with Halloween a week away, I'm stating to think that your suggestion might be possible.
Geor-sama: You will see Hermione and Ron having, er.. discussions about the 'situation' soon enough. Hope you like the changes I made to this chapter, even if they are minor ones.
Angelis: Whew, at least interesting is a good thing. Hope this chapter meets the interesting qualifications.
Evillalmanotlamma(frogs: Exactly the point I was trying to get across, well, in that section. I hate that as well. You always think, well, if I'm lying here, in bed, a bandage around my ankle, what do you think? * smiles * Hope you like this chapter.
Lilja: Thank you so much. I hope this chapter will be just as great.
moonygirl13: Yes, this is a hobby of mine, I would love to make it more, but for now, it's a hobby. A twisted mood you say? May I ask why? * laughs * no, I wasn't planning on making Draco gay, but as soon as I read your review, I re-read my whole story, trying to find where you might have picked up that thought. No, he isn't gay.
Blue Eyes: Yes, sort of a one track mind, but, if I was reading this story, not writing it, I would also want the romance to make a move on, I'm planning on making that happen soon enough.
Tigerlily: In book four, and book two, people did shun Harry. But as we found out, they shunned him because they were either scared of him, or they didn't have any idea what was going on. The letter sender, well, (it) has some plans to follow through with.
A/N: Okay. this chapter might have some confusing parts; yes I understand that. But hopefully, it'll clear itself up by the next chapter, which I am almost done writing. Again, please tell me what you think of this chapter, all opinions are good ones, even if they criticize my work horribly. Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter, it means a lot. Thank you, and happy reading.