SUMMARY: The Burrow is attacked by Death Eaters and Ginny recieves a power that she never had before.
DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognize, I don't own.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry, this is a bit of a short chapter, and I hope it doesn't seem too rushed, but I thought posting something up is a lot better then posting nothing up, so here you go…
THE SEER—CHAPTER THREE
"Y-you're alive?" asked Harry, looking at Ginny searchingly, he was truly stunned; his eyes had become as round as saucers and his jaw was dropped.
Meeting the gaze of Harry's shocked green eyes; Ginny nodded vigorously, and tried to remember everything that had happened before the whole world had disappeared from her sight.
Memories flashed through her mind like faded photographs… Mum and Dad left…then Ron left…I was alone...Death Eaters…the attic…Marvolo…a gift…
Ginny turned away from Harry's unrelenting stare, shutting her eyes; she wondered if she should tell Harry what had happened, or keep it a secret, "You'll be my first friend…" Marvolo's words rang through her head.
"Ginny, Ginny, are you ok? What happened?" Harry was now gripping her upper arms, afraid that if he let go, she would be gone, and that this would just be a dream and she would still be dead, just like Sirius…
Ginny was snapped out of her trance, she opened her eyes and studied his expression for a moment, then shut them again as if the sight of him pained her, and said flatly, "I-I'm fine, Harry. Really I am. B-but I can't remember what happened."
Ginny felt as though she were drowning in a sea of guilt, but there was no backing out now, she had already made her decision, and she was going to lie for Marvolo.
Harry was floored, "You can't?" he said in a small voice
Ginny shook her head, and felt even guiltier than she already had as the colour drained out of Harry's face.
"I'm really, really, sorry Harry," said Ginny softly, almost at the brink of tears.
Harry looked intently in to Ginny's golden-brown eyes, and then shook his head, "No, oh no Ginny, don't feel like that," he astonished her by pulling her in to a hug, "I'm just so happy, so happy, that you're alive, I can't even believe what I'm seeing…"
The guilt was just growing larger and larger as Harry held her, she couldn't even believe it herself, Harry Potter her former crush was hugging her, hugging her, and she was lying to him, she felt disgusted with herself.
"Oh yes Harry," she snapped, ruining the moment, "I'm alive and quite alright, now will you let me get up?" She started to pull out of Harry's hug.
Harry let go of her and as he backed away she could see his face turning in to differing shades of red, he looked quite taken aback with himself, "Oh yes, er, sorry."
Ginny felt horrible, she felt as though she were the most dreadful and horrid creature to have ever crawled in to the wizarding world, here he was being so nice, and she was just acting very nasty towards him, "Oh Harry," she whispered, "don't be sorry…I just…I mean…well…er…" she couldn't really find the words for what she wanted to say, so instead she just leaned over and had her lips lightly brush his cheek.
Harry gawked at her and his face could now compete with Ginny's hair in redness, 'Snap out of it!' he thought to himself, 'Hermione does that all the time and it never mattered to you before!'
Ginny and Harry were now standing, and Ginny couldn't help but grin at Harry's state, he was just so innocent and sweet, she couldn't possibly imagine why Cho had left him, she ran her fingers through his hair and pushed it away from his face, then said, "Come on Harry, we'd better go show the others that I'm quite alright."
Harry had seemed to have been snapped out of his reverie, "Oh yeah! The others! Ginny, you don't know how ecstatic they're going to be, I mean really, if you had only seen..."
"Come on Harry," she cut him off and grabbed his hand, leading him out.
*Part Two*
Percy Weasley had never felt so horrible in all of his life. His baby sister was dead, dead. He couldn't believe it, how could Ginny be dead? Ginny, his little sister? Ginny, the same little sister who had ran in to his room when she was five years old because she was afraid of thunderstorms? The little sister that had dragged her rag dolls everywhere as if they were real people? The little sister who had forced her brothers to play 'tea party' with imaginary tea and those old, patched, stuffed animals for company? No, it was impossible, Ginny couldn't be dead, she couldn't. It was against every rule. Little sisters just didn't die when they had six older brothers to protect them. It wasn't right.
And the worst part of it all was that Ginny didn't even know how much he loved her, all she knew was that he was an insufferable git for leaving his parents and not believing Harry, for choosing the Minister of Magic over his family, and Percy Weasley hated himself for that.
Percy looked around at his surroundings, there were some journalists from the Daily Prophet interviewing a variety of Aurors next to him, and then far away he saw his father clutching his hysterical mother, just behind them Fred and George stood, all mischief and mayhem gone from their tear-streaked faces, Bill and Charlie who had just apparated were red-faced from crying, Ron who stood away from them was still pale with shock as his friend, the Granger girl (she had been brought by that Lupin person), held him, and Percy, Percy was all alone in his misery, with no one to go to for comfort, and that was all his fault, he knew that.
But then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see Fudge making his way toward him. Percy was pretty surprised; did the Minister of Magic actually have compassion?
The portly man stood before Percy, he was a little red in the face, but not from sadness, just anger, and began to shake a finger in his face, "How dare you disrespect me?! Running off! When I clearly told you not to! Not only am I your employer, but I am also the Minister of Magic," his voice kept increasing slowly so that all could hear, (although he mistakenly took no notice) "and I come first to you above all else! Do you hear me, Weasley?! Or else you'll be left by your bloody damn self, alone and without a job! Do you want that, Weasley?! DO YOU?"
Percy blinked a couple of times, not believing the gull this man had, his little sister was gone, and this man didn't care, he didn't care at all, and that just wasn't right, Percy took out his wand and poked it at the Minister of Magic, "HOW DARE YOU! MY SISTER IS GONE! AND YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT A DAMN JOB?!?" Percy was shaking with rage, "WELL, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT---I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU--THE BLOODY MINISTER OF BLOODY DAMN MAGIC! YOU ARE THE WORST MINISTER EVER, AND I, YES I," he pointed at himself, "WILL FIGURE OUT EVERY DAMN WAY TO TAKE YOU OUT OF POWER! BECAUSE YOU ARE AN INSUFFICIENT, FEEBLE-MINDED, EMPTY-HEADED, GIT, WHO KNOWS NOTHING! AND YOU DON'T DESERVE MY RESPECT! IF ANYONE DESERVES MY RESPECT IT'S MY OWN FATHER! HE WOULD MAKE A DAMN BETTER MINISTER OF MAGIC THEN YOU FUDGE! I-I'M EVEN GOING TO NOMINATE HIM FOR THE NEXT ELECTION!" Percy could hear quills scratching parchment, and knew he had lost his mind, but kept going, "I'LL BE HIS BLOODY CAMPAIGN WORKER AND ASSISTANT, AND HE'LL WIN, DAMN IT, HE WILL!" Percy who was now out of breath, tried to calm himself, "Oh, and another thing---I QUIT!"
Percy, crimson-faced and seething with rage, looked around to see everyone flabbergasted, but trembled when he saw her, there she was just standing there, her bright cherry-red curls flowing in the wind, hand-in-hand with Harry Potter, she looked like an angel.
"G-ginny?" he whispered.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Like I always say, if you review I'll continue, if you don't I wont, and yes, I am cocky like that (lol, dementorschic), and I promise the title will make much, much, more sense later…*sighs* I know this chapter was pretty short, and I know you guys must be pretty pissed off at me, but I promise the next chappie will be longer and I'll try, (keyword: try) to post it up sooner : )
