Note from the author!
THIS is the chapter... yeah! Harry is absolutely nice to Ginny and other things happen... (not what
you think, sorry everyone– you'll see why)
So much is going on at this point... and I have many plot holes to fill! Have fun reading this extra long
chapter made for your entertainment. This is the forth chapter I've written today? Aren't you proud?
Coming soon- THE SECOND WAR!!! (It will be gruesome.)
Another note- I just looked up 'perfect' the thesaurus, and one of the words was fucking. Hmmm
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
On the Dormitory Bed
Many of the Gryffindor residents had crashed anywhere where they could lay down. Coke
bottles and cups lay all over the floor. Chips were crushed. The fire had burned down to tiny sparks
and would jump out of the fire and into someone's hair occasionally.
Harry stirred and found himself laying on a couch and Ron was laying on the coffee table.
Harry looked at Ron's watch which was facing Harry. Ten twenty-eight in the morning. They had all
missed breakfast. That wasn't on his mind though. He had to plan what he was going to do for Ginny
tonight! He gradually got up and walked to the staircase, where students were sleeping. He wove in
and out of their bodies until he reached the dormitory. He opened the door and found it occupied by
one person, who was sitting on Harry's bed: Ginny.
"Hey Ginny," Harry said and pulled the curtains on his bed apart. "What are you doing in
here?"
She rubbed her eyes. "Oh nothing. I was waiting for you to come up– just to talk... about
anything."
Harry smiled and climbed onto the bed so that he sat by her feet. "Were sure to win the
Quidditch Cup this year. Look at this amazing team we have."
"I know! Katherine is the best player I have ever seen," Ginny agreed. Harry knew she didn't
want to talk about this. "Harry, I wanted to ask you something else."
Harry smiled as if she had read his mind. "Yeah? What is that?"
She laughed gently and put her hair behind her ears. "Are we still on break?"
Harry looked down and put a hand on her ankle. Just having physical contact with her would
help him answer that question. But all of a sudden, a searing pain shot through his scar. He fell
backwards, clutching his scar... his thoughts were transported hundreds of miles away–
Professor Umbridge was crying as her ankle diminished. Voldemort stepped over her helpless
body and grabbed her face.
"Look at me you bitch," he demanded and she whimpered. "I can make this all go away if do
what I asked you to do."
"I–will–not–betray–the–Ministry," Umbridge said with short breaths.
"Then your leg will rot," Voldemort said and kicked her in the face...
"AHHH!!" Harry yelled in pain and shot up. Ginny was hovering over him screaming his name.
"HARRY!" she shrieked. "What happened!?"
"Professor Umbridge... she's being tortured by Voldemort!"
Ginny's face became fearful. Suddenly, Ron and Hermione busted into the bedroom.
"It's happening again," Harry wheezed. "He's mad... I'm experiencing his thoughts– his
visions. Don't tell Dumbledore!" Harry yelled as Hermione tried to run from the room, but she
stopped. "He will be upset that I didn't practice Occlumency."
"Harry! Give it a rest! He needs to know this!" Hermione said but Ron turned angrily to her.
"He said NO! YOU give it a rest!" Ron screamed at her. Hermione took a step towards him.
"Well excuse me for looking out for a friend!" she said and walked out of the room. Harry was
still on the bed, breathing in hard.
"It's okay, Harry," Ron said. "What did you see?"
Harry thought about Umbridge. It was dark in the cave, he hadn't been sure if it was her. He
would have to wait for another vision to see if he was right or not. "I didn't see anything," Harry
mumbled. I just heard him laughing.
Ron left the room. It was only Ginny and Harry now. Harry slowly got off the bed and walked
into his closet. Ginny followed him.
"I'll leave," she said.
Harry did not object to this. He not even reply. Instead, he had forgotten about Voldemort
and his scar. He was in the back of his closet opening his trunk. There were many objects inside and
Harry took out most of them including scented candles and warm blankets.
The night advanced on the common room making many people prepare for Ginny's party.
Hermione had a cake made at the restaurant at the Ministry. It was very large and was a vanilla and
chocolate cake. It said SWEET SIXTEEN on the top in cursive dark blue letters. Harry was in a storage
room that was located in Gryffindor. Nobody had seemed to find it, but it was underneath the girl's
staircase. Ron had shown him a week ago.
He had cleared out the closet which was full of cleaning utensils that the house elves used and
instead put down scarlet blankets all over the floor. He had placed candles on a tiny shelf that was
attached to the wall.
He hung a banner that said 'Happy Birthday!' on it towards the entrance. It was a very small
space, but very private which is what Harry wanted. He thought that a month and half was fine to
start what he had wanted to do since day one.
He exited the closet and winked at Hermione who snickered. She and Ron had hung up
banners all over the common room.
At eight o'clock, Monica led Ginny downstairs, who was looking beautiful with a blindfold on.
They stepped down the staircase carefully and reached the end of it very slowly. You would be
nervous too if you had to walk down a two story staircase, blindfolded, wouldn't you?
Monica untied the blindfold and Ginny's eyes widened.
"SURPRISE!" over fifty people shouted. Graffiti dropped from the ceiling as people blew party
horns. Harry clapped energetically and walked forward to take hold of Ginny's hand. He led her to the
table as the guests all gathered around.
Hermione spoke. "Ginny Weasley is now the ripe age of sixteen where anything could
happen," she glanced at Harry and then directed her attention at Ginny again, "To Ginny... I wish a
wonderful birthday. Happy Sweet Sixteen!" she said. Everyone cheered. "Wait wait!" Hermione yelled.
"The happy birthday song! I'll conduct!!"
She raised her hand in the air and forced it down on the downbeat.
"HAPPPYYY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOUUUU!" The common room sang at different speeds and
pitches. Seamus was singing in a high falsetto.
"Cha cha cha!" Ron said as he shook his butt.
"HAPPPPPYYY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOUUUU!"
"Cha cha cha!"
"HAPPPYYYY BIRTHDAY DEAR GINNYYYY!" Pause... well–almost a pause. Colin was singing over
into the rests in an opera style. "HAPPPYYY BIRTHDAY TOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Ginny began to cry in delight and blew out the sixteen candles on her cake."
"Your presents are over in that corner!" Hermione said, leading Ginny over to them.
The next hour or so, Ginny unwrapped her presents. She received a lot of candy and even
some new clothes. ("I got them in Diagon Alley a months ago. I was planning this since party ever
since June!" Hermione said.) She had not received anything from Harry, but she did not notice
because she was busily unwrapping Fred and George's gift. She gasped when three things fell out of a
large package.
"A cloak! A new cloak!" Ginny said gripped it, but looked down. "Some gadgets from their
shop. How sweet... oh my god! They gave me a penseive!"
Harry stared at it in awe. He wanted to get one very badly. Maybe he would on their trip to
Diagon Alley– whenever that would be.
Ginny admired her gifts from Fred and George. "They really went all out," she said
disbelievingly. "Thank you all! This is the best birthday I've ever had!" Ron was cutting the cake for
everybody. He had cut himself the largest piece to Hermione rolling her eyes.
The rest of the night was loud and rowdy. Everyone was talking or sitting around the fire.
Hermione had apparently made up with Ron when she threw a piece of cake at his face and then Ron
got a large chunk and threw it at her shirt... in an area of which he tried to clean up and Hermione did
not object to.
Eleven o'clock came quickly and everyone thanked Hermione for the nice night. Ron and
Hermione helped Ginny heave all of her stuff up to her room. Harry cleaned up the cake, which had
been devoured down to the last piece of frosting. He threw some wrapping paper into the garbage
bag and then moved the tables, where everything had sat on, back to their respective places.
Ginny came back downstairs. Hermione peered over the edge of the staircase.
"Going to bed!" she waved goodnight and began jumping up and down.
"What are you hyped up about?" Ron asked.
"Oh shut up! Go to bed," Hermione demanded and skipped off to her dormitory.
"Goodnight Harry!" Ron called and he heard a door close.
Ginny was walking towards Harry, hands in her pockets. "You didn't get me anything," she
said.
"I know," Harry said simply.
"Are you going to bed?" Ginny bespoke.
"No, no– not for a long time," Harry said. "Follow me." He touched her hand and walked her
over to the hidden room. He opened the door.
"What is this?" Ginny asked incredulously.
"Your surprise," Harry said sweetly. Ginny walked inside and gasped. It was beautiful. The
candles were lit, which Harry had done earlier, and there were gold pillows everywhere.
"Ginny Weasley," Harry began as he closed the door behind them. They had to kneel down in
order to talk to each other because the room was so small. "Is it okay if we go off the break?"
Ginny nodded. "Of course!"
Harry beamed and stroked her hair. He moved his head in so that his lip touched her's softly.
He began to kiss her slowly and passionately. Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist.
Harry laid her down on the blanket so that her head rested on the pillow. She had an innocent
smile on her face as Harry sat over her.
"I've been wanting this forever," Harry whispered... it was already humid in the room.
"Me too," Ginny said with an angelic grin. Harry blew out the candles and put a hand down
next to her and his other hand on her other side, so that they were close to each other. And with
that, Harry began kissing the neck of his new sixteen year old girlfriend.
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OHH!!! NOOO!!! I left you hanging! Oh! I am so evil. Meesa sorry, but I got tired of writing and I need
to check the mail. It's 5:00PM and it still hasn't come! Well, enjoy the four new chapters and you will
get the next one tomorrow. And believe me, you'll just eat it right up.
-Jonoishere
THIS is the chapter... yeah! Harry is absolutely nice to Ginny and other things happen... (not what
you think, sorry everyone– you'll see why)
So much is going on at this point... and I have many plot holes to fill! Have fun reading this extra long
chapter made for your entertainment. This is the forth chapter I've written today? Aren't you proud?
Coming soon- THE SECOND WAR!!! (It will be gruesome.)
Another note- I just looked up 'perfect' the thesaurus, and one of the words was fucking. Hmmm
**************************************************
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
On the Dormitory Bed
Many of the Gryffindor residents had crashed anywhere where they could lay down. Coke
bottles and cups lay all over the floor. Chips were crushed. The fire had burned down to tiny sparks
and would jump out of the fire and into someone's hair occasionally.
Harry stirred and found himself laying on a couch and Ron was laying on the coffee table.
Harry looked at Ron's watch which was facing Harry. Ten twenty-eight in the morning. They had all
missed breakfast. That wasn't on his mind though. He had to plan what he was going to do for Ginny
tonight! He gradually got up and walked to the staircase, where students were sleeping. He wove in
and out of their bodies until he reached the dormitory. He opened the door and found it occupied by
one person, who was sitting on Harry's bed: Ginny.
"Hey Ginny," Harry said and pulled the curtains on his bed apart. "What are you doing in
here?"
She rubbed her eyes. "Oh nothing. I was waiting for you to come up– just to talk... about
anything."
Harry smiled and climbed onto the bed so that he sat by her feet. "Were sure to win the
Quidditch Cup this year. Look at this amazing team we have."
"I know! Katherine is the best player I have ever seen," Ginny agreed. Harry knew she didn't
want to talk about this. "Harry, I wanted to ask you something else."
Harry smiled as if she had read his mind. "Yeah? What is that?"
She laughed gently and put her hair behind her ears. "Are we still on break?"
Harry looked down and put a hand on her ankle. Just having physical contact with her would
help him answer that question. But all of a sudden, a searing pain shot through his scar. He fell
backwards, clutching his scar... his thoughts were transported hundreds of miles away–
Professor Umbridge was crying as her ankle diminished. Voldemort stepped over her helpless
body and grabbed her face.
"Look at me you bitch," he demanded and she whimpered. "I can make this all go away if do
what I asked you to do."
"I–will–not–betray–the–Ministry," Umbridge said with short breaths.
"Then your leg will rot," Voldemort said and kicked her in the face...
"AHHH!!" Harry yelled in pain and shot up. Ginny was hovering over him screaming his name.
"HARRY!" she shrieked. "What happened!?"
"Professor Umbridge... she's being tortured by Voldemort!"
Ginny's face became fearful. Suddenly, Ron and Hermione busted into the bedroom.
"It's happening again," Harry wheezed. "He's mad... I'm experiencing his thoughts– his
visions. Don't tell Dumbledore!" Harry yelled as Hermione tried to run from the room, but she
stopped. "He will be upset that I didn't practice Occlumency."
"Harry! Give it a rest! He needs to know this!" Hermione said but Ron turned angrily to her.
"He said NO! YOU give it a rest!" Ron screamed at her. Hermione took a step towards him.
"Well excuse me for looking out for a friend!" she said and walked out of the room. Harry was
still on the bed, breathing in hard.
"It's okay, Harry," Ron said. "What did you see?"
Harry thought about Umbridge. It was dark in the cave, he hadn't been sure if it was her. He
would have to wait for another vision to see if he was right or not. "I didn't see anything," Harry
mumbled. I just heard him laughing.
Ron left the room. It was only Ginny and Harry now. Harry slowly got off the bed and walked
into his closet. Ginny followed him.
"I'll leave," she said.
Harry did not object to this. He not even reply. Instead, he had forgotten about Voldemort
and his scar. He was in the back of his closet opening his trunk. There were many objects inside and
Harry took out most of them including scented candles and warm blankets.
The night advanced on the common room making many people prepare for Ginny's party.
Hermione had a cake made at the restaurant at the Ministry. It was very large and was a vanilla and
chocolate cake. It said SWEET SIXTEEN on the top in cursive dark blue letters. Harry was in a storage
room that was located in Gryffindor. Nobody had seemed to find it, but it was underneath the girl's
staircase. Ron had shown him a week ago.
He had cleared out the closet which was full of cleaning utensils that the house elves used and
instead put down scarlet blankets all over the floor. He had placed candles on a tiny shelf that was
attached to the wall.
He hung a banner that said 'Happy Birthday!' on it towards the entrance. It was a very small
space, but very private which is what Harry wanted. He thought that a month and half was fine to
start what he had wanted to do since day one.
He exited the closet and winked at Hermione who snickered. She and Ron had hung up
banners all over the common room.
At eight o'clock, Monica led Ginny downstairs, who was looking beautiful with a blindfold on.
They stepped down the staircase carefully and reached the end of it very slowly. You would be
nervous too if you had to walk down a two story staircase, blindfolded, wouldn't you?
Monica untied the blindfold and Ginny's eyes widened.
"SURPRISE!" over fifty people shouted. Graffiti dropped from the ceiling as people blew party
horns. Harry clapped energetically and walked forward to take hold of Ginny's hand. He led her to the
table as the guests all gathered around.
Hermione spoke. "Ginny Weasley is now the ripe age of sixteen where anything could
happen," she glanced at Harry and then directed her attention at Ginny again, "To Ginny... I wish a
wonderful birthday. Happy Sweet Sixteen!" she said. Everyone cheered. "Wait wait!" Hermione yelled.
"The happy birthday song! I'll conduct!!"
She raised her hand in the air and forced it down on the downbeat.
"HAPPPYYY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOUUUU!" The common room sang at different speeds and
pitches. Seamus was singing in a high falsetto.
"Cha cha cha!" Ron said as he shook his butt.
"HAPPPPPYYY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOUUUU!"
"Cha cha cha!"
"HAPPPYYYY BIRTHDAY DEAR GINNYYYY!" Pause... well–almost a pause. Colin was singing over
into the rests in an opera style. "HAPPPYYY BIRTHDAY TOOOOO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
Ginny began to cry in delight and blew out the sixteen candles on her cake."
"Your presents are over in that corner!" Hermione said, leading Ginny over to them.
The next hour or so, Ginny unwrapped her presents. She received a lot of candy and even
some new clothes. ("I got them in Diagon Alley a months ago. I was planning this since party ever
since June!" Hermione said.) She had not received anything from Harry, but she did not notice
because she was busily unwrapping Fred and George's gift. She gasped when three things fell out of a
large package.
"A cloak! A new cloak!" Ginny said gripped it, but looked down. "Some gadgets from their
shop. How sweet... oh my god! They gave me a penseive!"
Harry stared at it in awe. He wanted to get one very badly. Maybe he would on their trip to
Diagon Alley– whenever that would be.
Ginny admired her gifts from Fred and George. "They really went all out," she said
disbelievingly. "Thank you all! This is the best birthday I've ever had!" Ron was cutting the cake for
everybody. He had cut himself the largest piece to Hermione rolling her eyes.
The rest of the night was loud and rowdy. Everyone was talking or sitting around the fire.
Hermione had apparently made up with Ron when she threw a piece of cake at his face and then Ron
got a large chunk and threw it at her shirt... in an area of which he tried to clean up and Hermione did
not object to.
Eleven o'clock came quickly and everyone thanked Hermione for the nice night. Ron and
Hermione helped Ginny heave all of her stuff up to her room. Harry cleaned up the cake, which had
been devoured down to the last piece of frosting. He threw some wrapping paper into the garbage
bag and then moved the tables, where everything had sat on, back to their respective places.
Ginny came back downstairs. Hermione peered over the edge of the staircase.
"Going to bed!" she waved goodnight and began jumping up and down.
"What are you hyped up about?" Ron asked.
"Oh shut up! Go to bed," Hermione demanded and skipped off to her dormitory.
"Goodnight Harry!" Ron called and he heard a door close.
Ginny was walking towards Harry, hands in her pockets. "You didn't get me anything," she
said.
"I know," Harry said simply.
"Are you going to bed?" Ginny bespoke.
"No, no– not for a long time," Harry said. "Follow me." He touched her hand and walked her
over to the hidden room. He opened the door.
"What is this?" Ginny asked incredulously.
"Your surprise," Harry said sweetly. Ginny walked inside and gasped. It was beautiful. The
candles were lit, which Harry had done earlier, and there were gold pillows everywhere.
"Ginny Weasley," Harry began as he closed the door behind them. They had to kneel down in
order to talk to each other because the room was so small. "Is it okay if we go off the break?"
Ginny nodded. "Of course!"
Harry beamed and stroked her hair. He moved his head in so that his lip touched her's softly.
He began to kiss her slowly and passionately. Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist.
Harry laid her down on the blanket so that her head rested on the pillow. She had an innocent
smile on her face as Harry sat over her.
"I've been wanting this forever," Harry whispered... it was already humid in the room.
"Me too," Ginny said with an angelic grin. Harry blew out the candles and put a hand down
next to her and his other hand on her other side, so that they were close to each other. And with
that, Harry began kissing the neck of his new sixteen year old girlfriend.
********************************************
OHH!!! NOOO!!! I left you hanging! Oh! I am so evil. Meesa sorry, but I got tired of writing and I need
to check the mail. It's 5:00PM and it still hasn't come! Well, enjoy the four new chapters and you will
get the next one tomorrow. And believe me, you'll just eat it right up.
-Jonoishere