A/N: Complete change in plans! I have been planning the story out for weeks and it is not going to be as short as I thought it would. I had originally planned to have a sequel but it works a lot better if I just combine the two so be prepared! Sorry for the long wait. Maybe you could call me a binge writer because I write a lot at one time then don't write again for another two weeks. Anhoo, please review!
Chapter 5: Returned
For many nights she did not return to the tower, but mostly kept to herself, but just because she stopped her trips to the astronomy tower did not mean that the nightmares stopped too. She tossed and turned nightly in her four poster or often times she didn't even sleep at all but sat awake and listened to the slow, steady breathing of the others.
It was hot out tonight, but she shivered and felt cold but threw back the covers and stood anyway. In just her nightgown and socks she padded softly down the staircase. In the common room the only source of light came from the dying embers of the fire. In front of it was the silhouetted figure of a boy, sitting cross-legged on the floor. He turned at the sound of her.
"Ginny?"
"Oh, hi Harry. What are you doing up?"
" Just thinking." She took a seat on the floor next to him.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she noticed him staring blankly into the fire. "Harry?" She said again when he didn't answer.
"He's getting stronger...I can feel it."
"Who?"
"Voldemort." She flinched as he spoke, but only looked at the floor and picked at the pink carpet, not knowing how to answer him.
"It hurts all the time." He said, more to himself then to her. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his throbbing scar. "Plotting. He's going to kill," he said, grinding his teeth.
"Harry?"
"I'm sorry Gin. You don't have to deal with this." He got to his feet and began to walk away but stopped and turned to her.
"Gin, do you know exactly who this Quinn is?"
"I told you. We just like to talk."
"Oh."
"Don't you believe me?"
"There's something not right about him."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know."
She sat by herself in front of the fire for a while, looking at the orange coals. She pitied him, for what he had to go through, all he had to deal with, but she liked Quinn. She missed him.
She suddenly stood and headed for the portrait hole. Something inside her just compelled her to go to the tower, to see him. She observed him as she emerged from the staircase, sitting just as Harry had in front of the fire, but looking up to the sky.
"Hi." She said, and he turned.
"I haven't seen you here in a while."
"I know."
"Well, where is he?'
"You have to believe me. I like you. I really do. And I like talking to you. That's why I come here." He only stared and she was afraid he was going to turn away as Harry had until a small smile spread from the corner of his lips.
"I've missed your company."
"Me too."
"It gets lonely without you."
They both sat silently for quite a while after that until Ginny broke the silence. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
She gulped. "How did you die?"
"I was killed."
"By who?" she asked softly, but he did not reply. "It was him wasn't it?
He sighed and placed his hand on hers, or rather in hers, as it sunk right down to the stone. "I like you Ginny, more then anyone else...but I cannot tell you. Not yet."
Chapter 5: Returned
For many nights she did not return to the tower, but mostly kept to herself, but just because she stopped her trips to the astronomy tower did not mean that the nightmares stopped too. She tossed and turned nightly in her four poster or often times she didn't even sleep at all but sat awake and listened to the slow, steady breathing of the others.
It was hot out tonight, but she shivered and felt cold but threw back the covers and stood anyway. In just her nightgown and socks she padded softly down the staircase. In the common room the only source of light came from the dying embers of the fire. In front of it was the silhouetted figure of a boy, sitting cross-legged on the floor. He turned at the sound of her.
"Ginny?"
"Oh, hi Harry. What are you doing up?"
" Just thinking." She took a seat on the floor next to him.
"What's wrong?" She asked as she noticed him staring blankly into the fire. "Harry?" She said again when he didn't answer.
"He's getting stronger...I can feel it."
"Who?"
"Voldemort." She flinched as he spoke, but only looked at the floor and picked at the pink carpet, not knowing how to answer him.
"It hurts all the time." He said, more to himself then to her. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his throbbing scar. "Plotting. He's going to kill," he said, grinding his teeth.
"Harry?"
"I'm sorry Gin. You don't have to deal with this." He got to his feet and began to walk away but stopped and turned to her.
"Gin, do you know exactly who this Quinn is?"
"I told you. We just like to talk."
"Oh."
"Don't you believe me?"
"There's something not right about him."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know."
She sat by herself in front of the fire for a while, looking at the orange coals. She pitied him, for what he had to go through, all he had to deal with, but she liked Quinn. She missed him.
She suddenly stood and headed for the portrait hole. Something inside her just compelled her to go to the tower, to see him. She observed him as she emerged from the staircase, sitting just as Harry had in front of the fire, but looking up to the sky.
"Hi." She said, and he turned.
"I haven't seen you here in a while."
"I know."
"Well, where is he?'
"You have to believe me. I like you. I really do. And I like talking to you. That's why I come here." He only stared and she was afraid he was going to turn away as Harry had until a small smile spread from the corner of his lips.
"I've missed your company."
"Me too."
"It gets lonely without you."
They both sat silently for quite a while after that until Ginny broke the silence. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
She gulped. "How did you die?"
"I was killed."
"By who?" she asked softly, but he did not reply. "It was him wasn't it?
He sighed and placed his hand on hers, or rather in hers, as it sunk right down to the stone. "I like you Ginny, more then anyone else...but I cannot tell you. Not yet."