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Warner and his brother, there isn't much of a plot); all characters are J.K
Rowling's, except a few of my own! Please don't sue me; I'm broke!
Authors Note: God, I'm evil aren't I? But you had better be glad; I stopped writing one of my other favourite fics (summer lovin') so I could concentrate more on this.
In this chapter you find out exactly why Ginny has always felt so guilty about her parents death.
Also, I said this last time but I'll say it again- if you want an update e- mail, leave your e-mail address in the review. My Outlook Express doesn't work and it would really help me, and you.
Again with the wait I know but it was half term last week (a week break in the middle of a term at school) and now I'm back. It's Monday, I have History, art and science to get through and here I am. You had just better review.
Another thing- I've had tonsillitis's and it hurts to SWALLOW!!! And, I 'm REALLY thirsty all the time-vicious circle.
But, I've just had a puppy!!!! My mum just come home with it (I'm not spoilt- it wasn't to cheer me up. It was for the family) with the shopping from Tesco. Ickle Jack Russell six-week-old tan with white spots!!!
Right- I'll stop with the showing off.
About the title, well.I couldn't think of a better (or shorter) one.
Chapter 6: When you point a finger at someone remember- there's three pointing right back at you.
"Ginny," he stammered on the other end of the phone, "It's, it's, it's."
Something was really up; it wasn't very often that Harry was lost for words.
But she wasn't concerned; she had just had a lavender bubble bath- her head was swimming. She merely laughed,
"Spit it out Harry," she joked twisting the cord on the phone absent- mindedly,
"It's your parents Ginny,"
The bottom fell out of her stomach and she dropped the phone.
~*~*~*~
Ten minutes later Ginny was trying to negotiate her way through the never- ending corridors of Auror Headquarters.
There was nothing to distinguish each hallway from the other.
Every single one of the stupid things were all painted the same ghastly light yellow and seemed to go all fuzzy in the distance. The only thing standing out in this sea of sickly yellow was the odd Supplies Closet and the occasional office that all seemed to have the same surname.
"Mr. Smith, Miss. Jones (that's my friends name!!! Oh right, the story.) Mr. Irving,"
She was reading them off as she past but this was not what she was looking for. These were all people with paper work jobs boring. She was sure Harry wouldn't work here.
Glancing behind she noticed the trail of wet dots on the white, plastic-y surface (like in hospital that always squeaks however hard you try to walk properly). She put her hair up in a pony tail while standing in the middle of the hallway looking up and down it in a desperate attempt to get her bearings.
It didn't work.
All she saw was the trail of drops of water her wet hair had left on the other wise clean floor.
She leaned against a wall and slid down and hit the floor with a soft thud.
She might as well wait for someone to come past, they might know the way back or at least she could mug them for any food they had on them. She was starving. Or maybe their company would be kind of nice. The silence here sort of ate you up. This feeling of course was not helped by the fact that most offices would have a Silencing Charm on so no one could here what was going on inside.
Anyone would be fine right now
But seeing as she was on her own, she only had herself for company and only her thoughts to keep her awake. Right now though, they were wandering where she didn't want them to go to.
Her parents.
If anything had happened to them she wouldn't get over it, it would be all her fault. She worked for the Daily Prophet and now had her very own column.
But it was dangerous these days to speak out openly against the Dark Lord and his followers.
She had to, Colin and Dennis had been killed on the night before Colin's wedding. Colin had never done anything to anyone Before the night she heard, she had managed to convince herself that these people killed had done something to deserve it but it hit her that night.
You-know-who and his followers would kill anyone- reason or no reason.
She had been filled with an emotion that she had never felt before- hatred. It boiled up and spilled over in the form of her article. Too many good people had died needlessly and the Ministry was just letting this happen letting families be ripped apart, friends separated forever.
It had to end.
And because of Ginny, her parents probably had. She had paid the price and it wasn't only her- it was her brother, Harry and Hermione. What was she going to say to them?
Rubbing her temples she tried desperately to fight the tears back but with really no success. Here she was, no idea where in world Harry's office was, lonely and, more likely than not, with no parents.
"Ginny?"
Her head snapped up, it was Harry. Did he always have to see her when she was upset or helpless?
She didn't reply, only stood up and brushed herself down; she didn't want to provoke the lump in her throat- it wasn't the time especially in front of Harry.
"Ginny," he asked again but this time in a much softer, soothing voice, "Are you ok?"
That was a stupid question- of course she wasn't ok.
"Yeah," she slightly dazed, "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you,"
They started walking along one of the corridors, Harry guiding her all the way. After a while she went quite and only answered his questions with a nod or a shake of the head. He gave up soon and again the silence ate them up.
"Harry?" she asked suddenly realising that he hadn't told her much, "Are they really.."
But she couldn't bring herself to say it but Harry seemed to understand.
"Oh Ginny," he sighed turning round to face her. It wasn't exactly an answer but she got the message- he confirmed her worst fears-they were dead.
~*~
"Here's my office," he said stopping outside a door that was no different from the others except the 'Mr Potter' on the nameplate. Bracing herself for her brother's reactions, she walked up to the door and reached put for the handle but Harry arm grabbed hers, just as she was about to turn the handle.
"Try and be strong," he whispered, "They'll kill me for saying this but they're all wrecks- you have to be strong if only for them. You can do all your crying in the car, at home, anywhere but here ok?"
She nodded silently. The lump had returned at the back of her throat and it seemed twice as big and just as temperamental.
Every thing seemed to go in slow motion. Slowly she saw her hand reach for the brass handle, turned it revealing what was left of her broken family.
Ron sitting on a chair, face in hands, and Hermione patting back gently also fighting back tears looking like she hadn't slept at all. She gave Ginny a small smile and wiped her face with the back of her hand before she went back to comforting Ron.
Bill and Charlie where next to a water fountain in the corner, Bill had his back on the wall, slowly sipping the plastic cup that he held. Charlie had his elbow on the top of the fountain, shading his eyes with his had- he had never cried in front of anyone really before.
Fred was talking to Percy who had his head bowed, Ginny reckoned that he thought himself responsible- he had just been made minister of magic and it wasn't the time to stand out these days.
She took another step into the room and found George, on his own, by the windowsill. She felt Harry walk past her and sit by Hermione, talking to her for a moment before fetching Ron a cup of water.
Ginny followed Harry with her eyes to Ron who looked up before shaking his head dumbly at the offer of a drink of water. He looked up and aught Ginny's eye,
Harry was right- they all looked a wreck.
Ron's face was covered in tear stains, Hermione's bottom lip was red from her consistent biting of it, Percy's face had a red mark where his hand at been, Bill looked like he had just crawled out of bed, Charlie was still in the dark with Ginny still unable to see what he was like, Fred's hair was sticking up like he had been running his fingers through it a bit too many times.
She wasn't exactly presentable - only Harry was really. He had Aurors robes on looking very smart in them she noticed and for once he had glasses on- he had brought a pair of contacts a couple of months ago.
But it was George that made her feel worse of all. He was just sitting on the sill of the window staring out onto the muggle world on the other side. She noticed his eyes flick back and forth watching bus come in and out of his sight all the time his jaw went into of tighter and tighter line.
He and Fred were always the ones to make light of a heavy situation but now- they were both pasty faced and mirthless. Ginny couldn't blame them.
What seemed like hours, but was only a matter of seconds, Ginny crossed the grieve-stricken room to her brother on the ledge of the window.
He jumped as she placed a hand gently on his shoulder and turned around. Ginny gave him a feeble smile and at they both embraced.
For years to come Ginny would remember that hug and every time she did, she wanted her old life back, even without her parents she wanted to see Ron turn into a canary or even Percy giving the whole family a lecture on the thickness of cauldron bottoms.
After an eternity they separated, Ginny feeling stronger and George returning the smile and slipping of the sill,
"Good job you came Gin," he murmured, massaging his back, "I was starting to get a frozen arse,"
She laughed nervously but it soon died away and was extinguished by the tension of the room. It was only a matter of time before someone mentioned the article and her money was on Ron.
~*~
It was an hour later and Harry had gone and come back with news of the details.
Ginny really didn't want to hear it but she couldn't help it. It was like when you see a car crash. You know you're going to regret ever see it but there's something that keeps your eyes open.
You're frozen just watching and when it does crash there's something horribly beautiful about the metal curling round.
But then reality hits you like a sledgehammer and you realise that there are people in there.
It was like that for Ginny. Harry went through all the detail and Charlie's grip tightened round her shoulder, as Harry went on listing the Deatheaters that had done it. Ginny was horrified to realise that there had been more than one Malfoy mentioned.
She felt Hermione's shoulders heave as Harry went through the details, every last one, dutifully. Ginny wondered if he didn't really care about her parents but then she remembered that he deal-ed with this kind of thing everyday when she heard his voice falter at one point.
Maybe it had got to him more than she previously thought.
Harry had definitely changed from the skinny eleven-year-old boy she had first seen- he was stronger and tougher. He had seen things Ginny had no desire to and she wasn't jealous of it.
Ron had crushed his plastic cup when he heard Draco Malfoy's name called out in the Deatheaters list, Hermione had gasped when she saw what was left of the house, Bill thumped the wall when he heard that they had been taken only three hours after they had all left after a dinner party.
But at all this information Harry didn't even batter an eyelid or show any signs of emotion until he stopped. That's when it came, Charlie had moved over to the window by George and she felt Harry's hand on her arm, she looked up and saw a single tear roll down his cheek.
~*~
(Right- I'll pick it up tomorrow. I mean come on- five pages!!!
Right here I am!!! The story continues!!!)
~*~
It had taken four hours for her head to get round the fact that her parents were really dead. She knew that Fred and George could act to save the country and all the way through she was expecting them to go "Got you!! HA!!! You should have seen your face!!"
But that never came.
It took all of them that time to figure it out that it would never come.
After denial there was disbelieve (Oh my god, they're really dead! It just can't be true!!!) then, finally- anger.
Ron was the one scaring her now, not George. George had even cracked a couple of half hearted jokes, though dark, and received more than a scowl from Ron.
But the thing about Ron wasn't that he was quiet, quite the opposite. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, over and over again and the cracked plastic cups that littered the floor around him were nothing compared to the gaunt look in his eyes.
More than their parents had died- he had, inside.
~*~
It was far to hot in this room now, everyone had removed as much clothing as possible and Harry had to keep his uniform on at all times so his jet black hair was sticking to his head.
But they didn't open the window. No.
They were punishing themselves for whatever part they played in the reason for their parents' murder.
What little conversation there was had gone from "I can't believe it," or "There's really dead aren't they?" to "Remember when," That had been the worst for her and her promise to Harry about being strong. All she wanted to do is join Percy in his new bout of crying.
"You,"
That's what Ron had been muttering for the past thirty seconds. Nobody stopped him; they all had their own ways of dealing with things- however strange.
But it had been getting louder every other time he said it. Hermione lifted her hand up to pat his back for what seemed the millionth time but he shrugged it away and went on kneading his forehead with the base of his palm.
Hermione caught Harry's eye,
"Look mate," he started, grabbing his friend's shoulders and shaking them slightly for a moment, "Don't blame yourself."
But at the sound of this Ron just shook his head then stopped suddenly. His head snapped up and Ginny, who was sitting opposite him, got a clear view of his face for the first time today.
His eyes were puffy, his cheeks covered in tear stains and he seemed all cried out. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was like a red haystack in then sense that it was sticking up all over the place.
But through his tears Ginny could see he was looking straight at her,
"You,"
~*~
"You and your BLOODY article," he yelled pacing up and down the room, never once taking his hatred filled eyes off her,
"Don't you think I already know that," she whispered into her lap where she was wringing her hands over and over again.
"It's all your fault Ginny!!!" he screamed but that didn't hurt as much compared to the fact that none of her brothers were coming to her defence. This had been going on for ten minutes and none of them had made one move to help her, Charlie's comforting arm round her shoulder's seemed like an age ago.
"Ron." Hermione started making an attempt to guide him back to a seat, "You're upset, don't be stupid,"
Ron took his eyes off her from one moment and faced Hermione,
"I am NOT being stupid," he said in a voice that was just barely below a shout, he turned back around to face Ginny again.
"She's not even crying," Ron spat and she saw Harry nervously bite his knuckle,
"She's in shock Ron," he said standing up as well, "Leave her alone,"
But Ron didn't hear him or chose not to,
"She doesn't even miss them,"
That one hurt.
Ginny had just been taking and taking these insults and then she just snapped, her brothers didn't help her and the only ones who did weren't even family,
"What did you say?" she asked dangerously though not loudly like her brother, but everyone heard,
He didn't repeat himself- he just gritted his teeth obviously realising that he had over-stepped the line but not wanted to admit it. Ron = stubborn.
"You heard me," he replied at last. Still no one came to either parties help or defence instead they watched from the sidelines,
She narrowed her eyes at him- he was so predictable. Whenever something went wrong he blamed the nearest and easiest thing and in this situation it was she.
Placing her hand on her waist she took a step forward,
"You blame me don't you," she asked still using the same tone as before.
Ron took a step forward closer to her and away from Hermione and Harry,
"Yes," he hissed severely.
That was all he said, he didn't need to say 'We all do' because no one came to rescue even then. That wasn't fair.
Ron gave her one last satisfied glance before turning away to get another glass of water,
"It wasn't just the article Ron," she called over to him, blood pounding in her ears making her voice rise just so she could hear herself. He stopped walking so she took this as a cue to go on,
"Percy's Minister of Magic they could be trying to make him quit or something, Harry's an Auror and Mum and Dad were close to him- they're telling him something and," she had said all this very fast.
There were loads more reasons now she thought about it. Loads not including the hatred that the Malfoy's felt for every single Weasley.
"It probably wasn't helped by Fred and George sending Draco Malfoy a Valentine,"
She heard Fred and George suppress sniggers in the corner but apart from that no one made a sound. They all still blamed her,
"Fine," she spat, grabbing her jumper she walked back across the room and out onto the barren corridor- slamming the door behind her.
No one came out to say they didn't blame her, not a word of comfort. Nothing.
But if it wasn't for the silencing charm on Harry's room, she would have Charlie and Bill yelling at Ron and if she hadn't ran off she wouldn't seen Harry looking for her outside,
~*~
Ok eight pages- and I have still got to go back to present time. Now cast you're mind back to Chapter Five and this is a little bit from that bit
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~*~ END FLASHBACK~*~
"Oi Paige,"
She sat up looking around. She was sitting at a dinner table with 'James' (coughHARRYcough) eating something that she made earlier, lasagne, which, she had to admit, was pretty good.
"What happened?" she asked picked up her fork and wiping all the food off the handle on a napkin, how the food got there she had no idea,
"You went into ANOTHER daydream," he replied amused returning to his food and stabbing some of the salad on the side, "You even dropped your fork and didn't wake up,"
Smiling sheepishly, she tried her best to keep her blush down, and shrugged,
"It always happens," she looked up and found him staring at her. It was strange, especially with those brown eyes but she thought nothing of it.
That is, until she got into her bathroom and checked her appearance and noticed she had ginger roots coming through in her hair.
~*~ Authors Note ~*~
Was that long enough for you? Hope so because my ass is numb. Thought I'd leave the little 'ginger roots' thing in cos this needs to pick up a little pace.
When the next chapter is posted I'll merge five and this one together.
And do I have to say it again? If you want an update e-mail leave your name in your review because, you've guessed it, my outlook express doesn't work.
See that little box? Yeah, the blue one! Uh-huh, click it and make me happy. That's right happiness doesn't cost anything!!!
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Authors Note: God, I'm evil aren't I? But you had better be glad; I stopped writing one of my other favourite fics (summer lovin') so I could concentrate more on this.
In this chapter you find out exactly why Ginny has always felt so guilty about her parents death.
Also, I said this last time but I'll say it again- if you want an update e- mail, leave your e-mail address in the review. My Outlook Express doesn't work and it would really help me, and you.
Again with the wait I know but it was half term last week (a week break in the middle of a term at school) and now I'm back. It's Monday, I have History, art and science to get through and here I am. You had just better review.
Another thing- I've had tonsillitis's and it hurts to SWALLOW!!! And, I 'm REALLY thirsty all the time-vicious circle.
But, I've just had a puppy!!!! My mum just come home with it (I'm not spoilt- it wasn't to cheer me up. It was for the family) with the shopping from Tesco. Ickle Jack Russell six-week-old tan with white spots!!!
Right- I'll stop with the showing off.
About the title, well.I couldn't think of a better (or shorter) one.
Chapter 6: When you point a finger at someone remember- there's three pointing right back at you.
"Ginny," he stammered on the other end of the phone, "It's, it's, it's."
Something was really up; it wasn't very often that Harry was lost for words.
But she wasn't concerned; she had just had a lavender bubble bath- her head was swimming. She merely laughed,
"Spit it out Harry," she joked twisting the cord on the phone absent- mindedly,
"It's your parents Ginny,"
The bottom fell out of her stomach and she dropped the phone.
~*~*~*~
Ten minutes later Ginny was trying to negotiate her way through the never- ending corridors of Auror Headquarters.
There was nothing to distinguish each hallway from the other.
Every single one of the stupid things were all painted the same ghastly light yellow and seemed to go all fuzzy in the distance. The only thing standing out in this sea of sickly yellow was the odd Supplies Closet and the occasional office that all seemed to have the same surname.
"Mr. Smith, Miss. Jones (that's my friends name!!! Oh right, the story.) Mr. Irving,"
She was reading them off as she past but this was not what she was looking for. These were all people with paper work jobs boring. She was sure Harry wouldn't work here.
Glancing behind she noticed the trail of wet dots on the white, plastic-y surface (like in hospital that always squeaks however hard you try to walk properly). She put her hair up in a pony tail while standing in the middle of the hallway looking up and down it in a desperate attempt to get her bearings.
It didn't work.
All she saw was the trail of drops of water her wet hair had left on the other wise clean floor.
She leaned against a wall and slid down and hit the floor with a soft thud.
She might as well wait for someone to come past, they might know the way back or at least she could mug them for any food they had on them. She was starving. Or maybe their company would be kind of nice. The silence here sort of ate you up. This feeling of course was not helped by the fact that most offices would have a Silencing Charm on so no one could here what was going on inside.
Anyone would be fine right now
But seeing as she was on her own, she only had herself for company and only her thoughts to keep her awake. Right now though, they were wandering where she didn't want them to go to.
Her parents.
If anything had happened to them she wouldn't get over it, it would be all her fault. She worked for the Daily Prophet and now had her very own column.
But it was dangerous these days to speak out openly against the Dark Lord and his followers.
She had to, Colin and Dennis had been killed on the night before Colin's wedding. Colin had never done anything to anyone Before the night she heard, she had managed to convince herself that these people killed had done something to deserve it but it hit her that night.
You-know-who and his followers would kill anyone- reason or no reason.
She had been filled with an emotion that she had never felt before- hatred. It boiled up and spilled over in the form of her article. Too many good people had died needlessly and the Ministry was just letting this happen letting families be ripped apart, friends separated forever.
It had to end.
And because of Ginny, her parents probably had. She had paid the price and it wasn't only her- it was her brother, Harry and Hermione. What was she going to say to them?
Rubbing her temples she tried desperately to fight the tears back but with really no success. Here she was, no idea where in world Harry's office was, lonely and, more likely than not, with no parents.
"Ginny?"
Her head snapped up, it was Harry. Did he always have to see her when she was upset or helpless?
She didn't reply, only stood up and brushed herself down; she didn't want to provoke the lump in her throat- it wasn't the time especially in front of Harry.
"Ginny," he asked again but this time in a much softer, soothing voice, "Are you ok?"
That was a stupid question- of course she wasn't ok.
"Yeah," she slightly dazed, "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you,"
They started walking along one of the corridors, Harry guiding her all the way. After a while she went quite and only answered his questions with a nod or a shake of the head. He gave up soon and again the silence ate them up.
"Harry?" she asked suddenly realising that he hadn't told her much, "Are they really.."
But she couldn't bring herself to say it but Harry seemed to understand.
"Oh Ginny," he sighed turning round to face her. It wasn't exactly an answer but she got the message- he confirmed her worst fears-they were dead.
~*~
"Here's my office," he said stopping outside a door that was no different from the others except the 'Mr Potter' on the nameplate. Bracing herself for her brother's reactions, she walked up to the door and reached put for the handle but Harry arm grabbed hers, just as she was about to turn the handle.
"Try and be strong," he whispered, "They'll kill me for saying this but they're all wrecks- you have to be strong if only for them. You can do all your crying in the car, at home, anywhere but here ok?"
She nodded silently. The lump had returned at the back of her throat and it seemed twice as big and just as temperamental.
Every thing seemed to go in slow motion. Slowly she saw her hand reach for the brass handle, turned it revealing what was left of her broken family.
Ron sitting on a chair, face in hands, and Hermione patting back gently also fighting back tears looking like she hadn't slept at all. She gave Ginny a small smile and wiped her face with the back of her hand before she went back to comforting Ron.
Bill and Charlie where next to a water fountain in the corner, Bill had his back on the wall, slowly sipping the plastic cup that he held. Charlie had his elbow on the top of the fountain, shading his eyes with his had- he had never cried in front of anyone really before.
Fred was talking to Percy who had his head bowed, Ginny reckoned that he thought himself responsible- he had just been made minister of magic and it wasn't the time to stand out these days.
She took another step into the room and found George, on his own, by the windowsill. She felt Harry walk past her and sit by Hermione, talking to her for a moment before fetching Ron a cup of water.
Ginny followed Harry with her eyes to Ron who looked up before shaking his head dumbly at the offer of a drink of water. He looked up and aught Ginny's eye,
Harry was right- they all looked a wreck.
Ron's face was covered in tear stains, Hermione's bottom lip was red from her consistent biting of it, Percy's face had a red mark where his hand at been, Bill looked like he had just crawled out of bed, Charlie was still in the dark with Ginny still unable to see what he was like, Fred's hair was sticking up like he had been running his fingers through it a bit too many times.
She wasn't exactly presentable - only Harry was really. He had Aurors robes on looking very smart in them she noticed and for once he had glasses on- he had brought a pair of contacts a couple of months ago.
But it was George that made her feel worse of all. He was just sitting on the sill of the window staring out onto the muggle world on the other side. She noticed his eyes flick back and forth watching bus come in and out of his sight all the time his jaw went into of tighter and tighter line.
He and Fred were always the ones to make light of a heavy situation but now- they were both pasty faced and mirthless. Ginny couldn't blame them.
What seemed like hours, but was only a matter of seconds, Ginny crossed the grieve-stricken room to her brother on the ledge of the window.
He jumped as she placed a hand gently on his shoulder and turned around. Ginny gave him a feeble smile and at they both embraced.
For years to come Ginny would remember that hug and every time she did, she wanted her old life back, even without her parents she wanted to see Ron turn into a canary or even Percy giving the whole family a lecture on the thickness of cauldron bottoms.
After an eternity they separated, Ginny feeling stronger and George returning the smile and slipping of the sill,
"Good job you came Gin," he murmured, massaging his back, "I was starting to get a frozen arse,"
She laughed nervously but it soon died away and was extinguished by the tension of the room. It was only a matter of time before someone mentioned the article and her money was on Ron.
~*~
It was an hour later and Harry had gone and come back with news of the details.
Ginny really didn't want to hear it but she couldn't help it. It was like when you see a car crash. You know you're going to regret ever see it but there's something that keeps your eyes open.
You're frozen just watching and when it does crash there's something horribly beautiful about the metal curling round.
But then reality hits you like a sledgehammer and you realise that there are people in there.
It was like that for Ginny. Harry went through all the detail and Charlie's grip tightened round her shoulder, as Harry went on listing the Deatheaters that had done it. Ginny was horrified to realise that there had been more than one Malfoy mentioned.
She felt Hermione's shoulders heave as Harry went through the details, every last one, dutifully. Ginny wondered if he didn't really care about her parents but then she remembered that he deal-ed with this kind of thing everyday when she heard his voice falter at one point.
Maybe it had got to him more than she previously thought.
Harry had definitely changed from the skinny eleven-year-old boy she had first seen- he was stronger and tougher. He had seen things Ginny had no desire to and she wasn't jealous of it.
Ron had crushed his plastic cup when he heard Draco Malfoy's name called out in the Deatheaters list, Hermione had gasped when she saw what was left of the house, Bill thumped the wall when he heard that they had been taken only three hours after they had all left after a dinner party.
But at all this information Harry didn't even batter an eyelid or show any signs of emotion until he stopped. That's when it came, Charlie had moved over to the window by George and she felt Harry's hand on her arm, she looked up and saw a single tear roll down his cheek.
~*~
(Right- I'll pick it up tomorrow. I mean come on- five pages!!!
Right here I am!!! The story continues!!!)
~*~
It had taken four hours for her head to get round the fact that her parents were really dead. She knew that Fred and George could act to save the country and all the way through she was expecting them to go "Got you!! HA!!! You should have seen your face!!"
But that never came.
It took all of them that time to figure it out that it would never come.
After denial there was disbelieve (Oh my god, they're really dead! It just can't be true!!!) then, finally- anger.
Ron was the one scaring her now, not George. George had even cracked a couple of half hearted jokes, though dark, and received more than a scowl from Ron.
But the thing about Ron wasn't that he was quiet, quite the opposite. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, over and over again and the cracked plastic cups that littered the floor around him were nothing compared to the gaunt look in his eyes.
More than their parents had died- he had, inside.
~*~
It was far to hot in this room now, everyone had removed as much clothing as possible and Harry had to keep his uniform on at all times so his jet black hair was sticking to his head.
But they didn't open the window. No.
They were punishing themselves for whatever part they played in the reason for their parents' murder.
What little conversation there was had gone from "I can't believe it," or "There's really dead aren't they?" to "Remember when," That had been the worst for her and her promise to Harry about being strong. All she wanted to do is join Percy in his new bout of crying.
"You,"
That's what Ron had been muttering for the past thirty seconds. Nobody stopped him; they all had their own ways of dealing with things- however strange.
But it had been getting louder every other time he said it. Hermione lifted her hand up to pat his back for what seemed the millionth time but he shrugged it away and went on kneading his forehead with the base of his palm.
Hermione caught Harry's eye,
"Look mate," he started, grabbing his friend's shoulders and shaking them slightly for a moment, "Don't blame yourself."
But at the sound of this Ron just shook his head then stopped suddenly. His head snapped up and Ginny, who was sitting opposite him, got a clear view of his face for the first time today.
His eyes were puffy, his cheeks covered in tear stains and he seemed all cried out. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was like a red haystack in then sense that it was sticking up all over the place.
But through his tears Ginny could see he was looking straight at her,
"You,"
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"You and your BLOODY article," he yelled pacing up and down the room, never once taking his hatred filled eyes off her,
"Don't you think I already know that," she whispered into her lap where she was wringing her hands over and over again.
"It's all your fault Ginny!!!" he screamed but that didn't hurt as much compared to the fact that none of her brothers were coming to her defence. This had been going on for ten minutes and none of them had made one move to help her, Charlie's comforting arm round her shoulder's seemed like an age ago.
"Ron." Hermione started making an attempt to guide him back to a seat, "You're upset, don't be stupid,"
Ron took his eyes off her from one moment and faced Hermione,
"I am NOT being stupid," he said in a voice that was just barely below a shout, he turned back around to face Ginny again.
"She's not even crying," Ron spat and she saw Harry nervously bite his knuckle,
"She's in shock Ron," he said standing up as well, "Leave her alone,"
But Ron didn't hear him or chose not to,
"She doesn't even miss them,"
That one hurt.
Ginny had just been taking and taking these insults and then she just snapped, her brothers didn't help her and the only ones who did weren't even family,
"What did you say?" she asked dangerously though not loudly like her brother, but everyone heard,
He didn't repeat himself- he just gritted his teeth obviously realising that he had over-stepped the line but not wanted to admit it. Ron = stubborn.
"You heard me," he replied at last. Still no one came to either parties help or defence instead they watched from the sidelines,
She narrowed her eyes at him- he was so predictable. Whenever something went wrong he blamed the nearest and easiest thing and in this situation it was she.
Placing her hand on her waist she took a step forward,
"You blame me don't you," she asked still using the same tone as before.
Ron took a step forward closer to her and away from Hermione and Harry,
"Yes," he hissed severely.
That was all he said, he didn't need to say 'We all do' because no one came to rescue even then. That wasn't fair.
Ron gave her one last satisfied glance before turning away to get another glass of water,
"It wasn't just the article Ron," she called over to him, blood pounding in her ears making her voice rise just so she could hear herself. He stopped walking so she took this as a cue to go on,
"Percy's Minister of Magic they could be trying to make him quit or something, Harry's an Auror and Mum and Dad were close to him- they're telling him something and," she had said all this very fast.
There were loads more reasons now she thought about it. Loads not including the hatred that the Malfoy's felt for every single Weasley.
"It probably wasn't helped by Fred and George sending Draco Malfoy a Valentine,"
She heard Fred and George suppress sniggers in the corner but apart from that no one made a sound. They all still blamed her,
"Fine," she spat, grabbing her jumper she walked back across the room and out onto the barren corridor- slamming the door behind her.
No one came out to say they didn't blame her, not a word of comfort. Nothing.
But if it wasn't for the silencing charm on Harry's room, she would have Charlie and Bill yelling at Ron and if she hadn't ran off she wouldn't seen Harry looking for her outside,
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Ok eight pages- and I have still got to go back to present time. Now cast you're mind back to Chapter Five and this is a little bit from that bit
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~*~ END FLASHBACK~*~
"Oi Paige,"
She sat up looking around. She was sitting at a dinner table with 'James' (coughHARRYcough) eating something that she made earlier, lasagne, which, she had to admit, was pretty good.
"What happened?" she asked picked up her fork and wiping all the food off the handle on a napkin, how the food got there she had no idea,
"You went into ANOTHER daydream," he replied amused returning to his food and stabbing some of the salad on the side, "You even dropped your fork and didn't wake up,"
Smiling sheepishly, she tried her best to keep her blush down, and shrugged,
"It always happens," she looked up and found him staring at her. It was strange, especially with those brown eyes but she thought nothing of it.
That is, until she got into her bathroom and checked her appearance and noticed she had ginger roots coming through in her hair.
~*~ Authors Note ~*~
Was that long enough for you? Hope so because my ass is numb. Thought I'd leave the little 'ginger roots' thing in cos this needs to pick up a little pace.
When the next chapter is posted I'll merge five and this one together.
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