Chapter Eight
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As soon as Hermione went up to her room, Harry followed up the stairs to the girl's dorms. He soon found the room saying "Sixth Years" and entered as quietly as he could. Finding Ginny in the third bed, he shook her awake. Ginny smiled up at him, causing his stomach to twist in some emotion nearing anger. He motioned for her to follow him downstairs, which she of course did.
"Ginny," He began as soon as they both reached the common room. He steeled himself for the second serious conversation that night. "What the hell is this about?" He decided to jump right in and shoved the letter nearly into her open mouth.
"Harry, what letter? Let me see it!" She grabbed the parchment and held it far enough from her face to actually focus on it. As soon as she did, her face fell remarkably and her eyes held some sort of darkness. "What do you think it is?" She hissed. "If you have this letter, I know who gave it to you."
"Right. Hermione. What have you done? Why Ginny?" He demanded.
"Hahaha. As if you don't know. It's all about you Harry. It was all to get you Harry. The letter wasn't event he worst of it-the rumors were. You never ever wondered why nobody spoke to her," Ginny's eyes were like he had never seen them, they weren't laughing though she was. "and I got you didn't I? It worked."
"Well you've lost me now!" Harry said. He shifted, feeling hurt and betrayed. "How could you Ginny?"
"It was all for you."
Harry was about to leave when the portrait hole opened. McGonagall ducked in, and took in the room. Seeing the two of them near the dying fire, she headed towards them.
"I'm not even going to ask why you're out of bed. Please go get Miss Granger from her room. Tell her to bring her bubble bath."
Harry was the one to walk up the stairs. McGonagall clearly wanted Ginny to go, but was not in the mood to argue when Ginny made no move to go and instead Harry did. He soon returned with Hermione behind him, holding a purple bottle in her hand.
"Professor? What is it?" Hermione asked, confused but alert.
"Hermione, please follow me to my office. I have something to tell you." *
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Once seated in her office, McGonagall magically closed the door.
"Hermione, I have two messages from you. The first is from Professor Snape, pertaining to the last. He told me to tell you: 'do not be afraid to use your potion this time. Many of the strongest wizards would chose to' I won't pretend I understand what that is about, but that is what he said. The second is that. Your mother is. She has died. I'm sorry." McGonagall paused to see if Hermione would say anything, but seeing she wasn't going to, she continued. "You are welcome, to use my bath, as Professor Snape has insisted would be best for you. Would you like me to show you the way?"
"Ye-Yes Please." *
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A.N. another short one, and for me, if it's short it's really short. Thank you a bunch for the reviews, everyone knows that reviews are a good initiative to update.
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As soon as Hermione went up to her room, Harry followed up the stairs to the girl's dorms. He soon found the room saying "Sixth Years" and entered as quietly as he could. Finding Ginny in the third bed, he shook her awake. Ginny smiled up at him, causing his stomach to twist in some emotion nearing anger. He motioned for her to follow him downstairs, which she of course did.
"Ginny," He began as soon as they both reached the common room. He steeled himself for the second serious conversation that night. "What the hell is this about?" He decided to jump right in and shoved the letter nearly into her open mouth.
"Harry, what letter? Let me see it!" She grabbed the parchment and held it far enough from her face to actually focus on it. As soon as she did, her face fell remarkably and her eyes held some sort of darkness. "What do you think it is?" She hissed. "If you have this letter, I know who gave it to you."
"Right. Hermione. What have you done? Why Ginny?" He demanded.
"Hahaha. As if you don't know. It's all about you Harry. It was all to get you Harry. The letter wasn't event he worst of it-the rumors were. You never ever wondered why nobody spoke to her," Ginny's eyes were like he had never seen them, they weren't laughing though she was. "and I got you didn't I? It worked."
"Well you've lost me now!" Harry said. He shifted, feeling hurt and betrayed. "How could you Ginny?"
"It was all for you."
Harry was about to leave when the portrait hole opened. McGonagall ducked in, and took in the room. Seeing the two of them near the dying fire, she headed towards them.
"I'm not even going to ask why you're out of bed. Please go get Miss Granger from her room. Tell her to bring her bubble bath."
Harry was the one to walk up the stairs. McGonagall clearly wanted Ginny to go, but was not in the mood to argue when Ginny made no move to go and instead Harry did. He soon returned with Hermione behind him, holding a purple bottle in her hand.
"Professor? What is it?" Hermione asked, confused but alert.
"Hermione, please follow me to my office. I have something to tell you." *
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Once seated in her office, McGonagall magically closed the door.
"Hermione, I have two messages from you. The first is from Professor Snape, pertaining to the last. He told me to tell you: 'do not be afraid to use your potion this time. Many of the strongest wizards would chose to' I won't pretend I understand what that is about, but that is what he said. The second is that. Your mother is. She has died. I'm sorry." McGonagall paused to see if Hermione would say anything, but seeing she wasn't going to, she continued. "You are welcome, to use my bath, as Professor Snape has insisted would be best for you. Would you like me to show you the way?"
"Ye-Yes Please." *
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A.N. another short one, and for me, if it's short it's really short. Thank you a bunch for the reviews, everyone knows that reviews are a good initiative to update.