Chapter 3:
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It was still mostly dark in her room except for the moonlight showing through the window. Harry had his head in his hands. Ginny just stood there, she didn't know what to say. She finally found words.
"Harry," she gasped, "What are you doing in here?" she asked him.
"Ginny...I know something. I've found something out..." he trailed off.
"What? What did you find out? Harry- tell me!" she said with a tortured urgency.
"I can't, Ginny. Not now. This is driving me crazy...you don't understand..." he got up and walked to her.
Ginny was speechless. She wanted to curse him, and scream and cry. She was so sick of this...all these secrets, and her curiosity was driving her mad, to boot.
"If all goes smoothly, I should explain everything to you tomorrow. Just...don't sleep tonight, okay?" he told her.
"What do you mean, don't sleep?" she asked, she was starting to become hysterical.
Harry hushed her. "Just try to stay awake the best you can."
"Why?" she asked. He just shook his head and tried to walk out, but Ginny stopped him abruptly. "Tell me," she told him through clenched teeth.
Harry sighed. "Okay...Dumbledore and I have been exchanging letters of what could be wrong with you. He says that Tom could most likely attack you in your dreams...just trust me...you have to trust me, Ginny," he gave her one final concerned look, and left. Ginny just stood there gapping at his retreating figure. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and she shut the door and slid to the ground and cried. She was so scared.
That night, she didn't dare close her eyes. She didn't know how to keep herself awake, either. She walked around her room, read passages out of old spellbooks, even tried to play wizard's chess with herself.
Soon, she found herself wandering around the house in spite of complete bordome. She then spotted Harry sleeping on the couch in the living room. She walked over to his slumbering form. She sat next to him. Before she could stop herself, her hand reached out and moved his unruly black hair from his face. She lightly touched his scar. He stirred and her hand retreated as if it was burned. His eyes fluttered open.
"Ginny?" he asked groggily, "Is that you?" he reached for his glasses and put them on. "Good, your awake," he yawned.
She smiled. "Yeah, well...I figured that if I couldn't sleep neither could you."
He smiled at that statement. "You're evil," he told her. They stayed up for the rest of the night just talking about anything and everything. Mostly school and classes. When they heard Mrs. Weasley coming downstairs, Ginny quickly retreated back to her room, not wanting to give her the wrong idea. A few minutes later, she went into the kitchen and helped herself to some bacon and eggs. Mrs. Weasley's eyes welled up in tears every time she looked at her daughter. This made Ginny feel horrible.
She played Ron at wizard's chess later that afternoon, and surprisingly beat him. He was just as shocked as she was. He was always said to be the 'master' in the family. She watched her brothers play quiddich against each other when it got a little cooler out. She didn't even notice that Harry had gone inside.
Harry jogged back to the Burrow with a freshly written letter from Dumbledore in his hand which stated what he didn't want to hear. He had to tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He slid through the door. Mr. Weasley was the first he saw.
"Mr. Weasley...I need...I need to talk to you," he panted. Mr. Weasley looked concerned.
"Yes, Harry?" he asked. They went into the living room and sat down.
"I've been writing Dumbledore about Ginny's...um...situation, and he...well...this letter really says it all," he told him and handed him the letter.
Mr. Weasley read it:
Harry,
Ginny has been put under a very rare curse. It's so rare, that it doesn't even have a name, but is casually called the Curse of Jealousy. My best guess would be that Tom went mad with jealousy when Ginny wouldn't give herself to him, and cursed her. It is one of the less known Unforgivibles. The counter-curse was even more tricky to find. What I'm about to tell you clarifies my theory in my previous letters. And like I said before, Harry, I do not encourage this in the least in different circumstances. The only way to lift the curse is for Ginny to give up her most precious gift to the one she truly loves. As you may have guessed, yes, I'm talking about her virginity. This must happen soon as possible. Time is running out. Like I said- I do not like this idea, but it is either this or she dies. I have looked continuously for other options, but since this curse is so rare and never thought it to be used, there had only been one counter-curse thought up to reverse it. You must inform her parents immediatly of these findings. I wish you the best of luck in this case, Harry.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
"Oh, God," he stated and put his head in his hands. They sat in silence for a while, for neither of them knew what to say. Finally, Harry broke the silence.
"Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked gingerly, "Do you have any idea of who she loves?"
"The only person she's ever loved..." he took a deep breath, "was you, Harry."
Harry expected this, but he didn't know why it hit him so hard. He felt horrible. He was going to have to take something from her that she treasured more than anything. 'But it's to save her life,' he reminded himself. He walked back outside, leaving Mr. Weasley to break the news to Molly. He knew she had read the letter when he heard a high-pitched cry from the house. Harry took a walk through the garden to clear his mind. When the sun started to set, he headed back to the house.
He expected Molly to jump on him and tear him from limb to limb, but instead, when he walked in, she did jump on him, but in a huge, suffocating hug. She was still crying, and she was mumbling fast. All he could make out was, "...so glad it's you..." and "...better than someone else...". Finally Mr. Weasley pulled her off of him and brought him into the living room to have a man-to-man talk with him.
"Harry," he finally said, "I trust you with Ginny more than just about anyone..." he began but stopped. "You know I wouldn't allow this if it wasn't completley necessary..." he stopped again. "I just...this...this needs to happen right away, like Dumbledore said..."
Harry got the picture. "Okay Mr. Weasley. I understand," he stood up and was about to walk out, when Mr. Weasley called him again.
"And Harry," he told him, "She doesn't know about what the letter says, yet. I think it would be best if you tell her."
Harry nodded and left the room. He gave Molly one last hug and started up the stairs.
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It was still mostly dark in her room except for the moonlight showing through the window. Harry had his head in his hands. Ginny just stood there, she didn't know what to say. She finally found words.
"Harry," she gasped, "What are you doing in here?" she asked him.
"Ginny...I know something. I've found something out..." he trailed off.
"What? What did you find out? Harry- tell me!" she said with a tortured urgency.
"I can't, Ginny. Not now. This is driving me crazy...you don't understand..." he got up and walked to her.
Ginny was speechless. She wanted to curse him, and scream and cry. She was so sick of this...all these secrets, and her curiosity was driving her mad, to boot.
"If all goes smoothly, I should explain everything to you tomorrow. Just...don't sleep tonight, okay?" he told her.
"What do you mean, don't sleep?" she asked, she was starting to become hysterical.
Harry hushed her. "Just try to stay awake the best you can."
"Why?" she asked. He just shook his head and tried to walk out, but Ginny stopped him abruptly. "Tell me," she told him through clenched teeth.
Harry sighed. "Okay...Dumbledore and I have been exchanging letters of what could be wrong with you. He says that Tom could most likely attack you in your dreams...just trust me...you have to trust me, Ginny," he gave her one final concerned look, and left. Ginny just stood there gapping at his retreating figure. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and she shut the door and slid to the ground and cried. She was so scared.
That night, she didn't dare close her eyes. She didn't know how to keep herself awake, either. She walked around her room, read passages out of old spellbooks, even tried to play wizard's chess with herself.
Soon, she found herself wandering around the house in spite of complete bordome. She then spotted Harry sleeping on the couch in the living room. She walked over to his slumbering form. She sat next to him. Before she could stop herself, her hand reached out and moved his unruly black hair from his face. She lightly touched his scar. He stirred and her hand retreated as if it was burned. His eyes fluttered open.
"Ginny?" he asked groggily, "Is that you?" he reached for his glasses and put them on. "Good, your awake," he yawned.
She smiled. "Yeah, well...I figured that if I couldn't sleep neither could you."
He smiled at that statement. "You're evil," he told her. They stayed up for the rest of the night just talking about anything and everything. Mostly school and classes. When they heard Mrs. Weasley coming downstairs, Ginny quickly retreated back to her room, not wanting to give her the wrong idea. A few minutes later, she went into the kitchen and helped herself to some bacon and eggs. Mrs. Weasley's eyes welled up in tears every time she looked at her daughter. This made Ginny feel horrible.
She played Ron at wizard's chess later that afternoon, and surprisingly beat him. He was just as shocked as she was. He was always said to be the 'master' in the family. She watched her brothers play quiddich against each other when it got a little cooler out. She didn't even notice that Harry had gone inside.
Harry jogged back to the Burrow with a freshly written letter from Dumbledore in his hand which stated what he didn't want to hear. He had to tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. He slid through the door. Mr. Weasley was the first he saw.
"Mr. Weasley...I need...I need to talk to you," he panted. Mr. Weasley looked concerned.
"Yes, Harry?" he asked. They went into the living room and sat down.
"I've been writing Dumbledore about Ginny's...um...situation, and he...well...this letter really says it all," he told him and handed him the letter.
Mr. Weasley read it:
Harry,
Ginny has been put under a very rare curse. It's so rare, that it doesn't even have a name, but is casually called the Curse of Jealousy. My best guess would be that Tom went mad with jealousy when Ginny wouldn't give herself to him, and cursed her. It is one of the less known Unforgivibles. The counter-curse was even more tricky to find. What I'm about to tell you clarifies my theory in my previous letters. And like I said before, Harry, I do not encourage this in the least in different circumstances. The only way to lift the curse is for Ginny to give up her most precious gift to the one she truly loves. As you may have guessed, yes, I'm talking about her virginity. This must happen soon as possible. Time is running out. Like I said- I do not like this idea, but it is either this or she dies. I have looked continuously for other options, but since this curse is so rare and never thought it to be used, there had only been one counter-curse thought up to reverse it. You must inform her parents immediatly of these findings. I wish you the best of luck in this case, Harry.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
"Oh, God," he stated and put his head in his hands. They sat in silence for a while, for neither of them knew what to say. Finally, Harry broke the silence.
"Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked gingerly, "Do you have any idea of who she loves?"
"The only person she's ever loved..." he took a deep breath, "was you, Harry."
Harry expected this, but he didn't know why it hit him so hard. He felt horrible. He was going to have to take something from her that she treasured more than anything. 'But it's to save her life,' he reminded himself. He walked back outside, leaving Mr. Weasley to break the news to Molly. He knew she had read the letter when he heard a high-pitched cry from the house. Harry took a walk through the garden to clear his mind. When the sun started to set, he headed back to the house.
He expected Molly to jump on him and tear him from limb to limb, but instead, when he walked in, she did jump on him, but in a huge, suffocating hug. She was still crying, and she was mumbling fast. All he could make out was, "...so glad it's you..." and "...better than someone else...". Finally Mr. Weasley pulled her off of him and brought him into the living room to have a man-to-man talk with him.
"Harry," he finally said, "I trust you with Ginny more than just about anyone..." he began but stopped. "You know I wouldn't allow this if it wasn't completley necessary..." he stopped again. "I just...this...this needs to happen right away, like Dumbledore said..."
Harry got the picture. "Okay Mr. Weasley. I understand," he stood up and was about to walk out, when Mr. Weasley called him again.
"And Harry," he told him, "She doesn't know about what the letter says, yet. I think it would be best if you tell her."
Harry nodded and left the room. He gave Molly one last hug and started up the stairs.
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