Chap 3
"Harry," Ginny called him over as she sat by the fire in the living room.
Harry grinned, took her hand and sat down next to her. "Cold?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her.
"Not anymore," she giggled.
"What're you doing?" he asked.
"Just thinking," she whispered as she snuggled against him.
There was a loud rapping at the door.
Harry rolled his eyes. "What?"
The door opened, and a guard poked his head in. "Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Potter…" he saw Ginny, and blushed. "I 'm sorry, I didn't see you there, Miss."
Ginny nodded. "It's okay."
"What's the matter?" Harry asked.
"The dungeon sir, the prisoner is creating such havoc, sir."
Harry groaned.
"She is asking for you, sir. Demanding to speak with you. I have never seen such power that she has…"
Harry looked to Ginny. "Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes, okay?" he kissed her and jogged down to the dungeons.
Harry stepped outside of her cell, and she got up from the bunk she was sitting on.
"Guard, open the door."
With a swift, Alohomora!, the cell door opened, and Harry stepped inside. "Alright," Harry said. "You have my attention. What did you wish to speak to me about?"
Hermione wrung her hands. "I uhm… I wanted to apologize," she said.
"Apologize?"
She nodded. "Yes. It was wrong of me to act the way I did. And… I need your help."
Harry gave a snort. "*You* need my help? You've been down here giving my guards migraines, you're the smartest witch in a century, and you're asking for my help?"
"Listen," she said. "You're Harry Potter, the Head of Gryffindor kingdom, you're the only one that can help me, that can help us. I'm Muggle-born, and…"
"I know who you are," Harry nodded.
"My people are dying everyday, we don't have fresh water, or fresh food, we don't have proper ingredients to brew potions…"
"Why are you coming to me?" he asked.
"Because you're different, you're capable of great things."
Harry rubbed a hand through his hair. He wasn't expecting this, not at all. But he had been blinded… blinded to the real world, and now it was three inches in front of him. "Despite what you may have heard, I'm just an ordinary person," he said.
"No," she said quietly. "I saw the way you acted… in class this afternoon, and I know you're different, you can help change things."
Harry sighed.
"All we ask is for equal rights," she said. "For this silly segregation law to be done with, for people to no longer hate who we are because of what we are, something we have no control over." And with that, tears began to leak down her cheeks.
Harry moved in, and gathered her up in his arms.
Awww!!! *sobs* Thank you to all my lovely reviewers, luv you guys!!! This story isn't just about race, I wrote it because of all the war-talk goings on. I'm an American, and this is me venting. :o)