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Chapter 5: At Colin's House
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When Ginny arrived near Colin's house later that evening, it was already 10:00pm. She landed just on the outskirts of his town and stopped, dropped her trunk the ground, and stretched out her aching fingers, then pulled open the lid of the trunk and placed her broom delicately inside.
She thanked God it was later, ecstatic that there was less chance of a Muggle seeing her, lugging a heavy-looking trunk in the middle of the night.
She felt bad about coming so late, and Colin not even knowing that she was on her way. She sorely hoped that she would be allowed to stay. She hadn't thought of the possibility that she wouldn't be welcome, even though she should have.
She approached his door and knocked. A few seconds passed before the large oak door swung open, revealing a small boy with mousy-colored hair and brown eyes peering at her through the crack.
"Hello Dennis. Is Colin in?" The small boy regarded her for a moment before swinging the door open wider.
"Why are you here so late, Ginny?" Dennis asked curiously.
"It's a long story. Is Colin here?" she repeated looking over Dennis's shoulder.
"Yea hold on, come in." She stepped into the waiting area, and waited while Dennis ran into the next room. "Colin! You have a visitor."
"What? Who? Hold on a minute." Ginny heard the familiar voice from the next room.
The next minute, Colin walked into the room. His blond hair was sticking up in messy spikes and his pale blue eyes opened wide in astonishment at seeing Ginny in his foyer.
"Gin? What are you doing here?" He walked up to her and gave her a big brotherly hug. "Not that I'm not happy to see you," he whispered. He backed up and regarded her. "Hey, are you okay? You don't look too good, you look kind of pale," he said, his eyes narrowing in concern.
Ginny sighed, "Can I explain tomorrow? Do you think I can stay for a week?"
"What? Why? What's going on?" he asked concerned.
"Look, it's nothing of importance, I just want to clear my thoughts."
"From what? What's wrong at home?"
"Colin! Please, I promise that I'll explain anything I can tomorrow, I'm just really tired right now."
He gave her a penetrating look, before letting out a long breath. "Ok, let my ask my mum, hold on," he said weakly, and turned to walk back into the other room before Ginny shouted back to him.
"WAIT! Tell your mum that my family knows that I'm here. Please Colin! Please. I don't want them coming after me, I need time to sort out my thoughts."
Colin's confusion grew as he looked at the pleading expression on her face.
"Ok Gin, but you're explaining this to me tomorrow, and don't think you're not getting out of it."
"Yea, yea I know," she said weakly.
"Ok hold on," he disappeared.
Ginny waited. The minutes ticked by, and she was almost thinking about turning right around and going back home when Colin came back into the room.
"Mum says you can stay in the guest room. Follow me."
He led her up the winding staircase to the second floor. Ginny got the impression that the Creevey family was well off financially. She would surely be no bother to them for a few weeks; she would stay out of their way.
He stopped outside a door right in front of the stairs, and pushed it open. Ginny gratefully followed Colin into a small guestroom. She took the Feather Light charm off of her trunk and opened it up to pull out a pair of pajamas. She turned back to Colin standing in the doorway watching her curiously.
"Thank you so much Colin, I don't know how to repay you," she smiled at him
He nodded and turned to leave to give her some privacy, "It's no problem, always here to help out a friend in need." He smiled at her before closing the door behind him.
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Later that same night, Colin walked back up the stairs sleepily after finishing the movie he was watching with his brother. He heard a terrified shriek coming from the guestroom, and raced up the rest of the stairs, heart hammering against his ribcage, and threw open the door. Ginny was thrashing around on the bed, obviously in the mist of a nightmare.
He swept across the room and shook her roughly awake. Frightened chocolate eyes met equally frightened pale blue eyes. She was sweating, her eyes shifting frantically around the room, as she panted like she had just finished running a marathon.
"Ginny, my God! Are you all right? You scared the hell out of me. I thought.I thought," Colin stammered.
Colin saw Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair, "I am so sorry, Colin!" He noticed that she was trying to hold in her gut-wrenching sobs, but an indistinguishable noise escaped her throat, and as tears traitorously spilled from her terrified eyes.
Colin looked on in shock. He reached out, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Gin, don't worry about me, you seem to be the one that's suffering. What's wrong?" Colin asked.
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She sat up and leaned against the headboard taking a deep breath. She let the words spilled from her mouth, somewhat effectively freeing her from the emotional anguish she was currently going through.
She felt like this was all she needed to do; to confide in someone. She left nothing out, the pain, the fear of someone finding out like her brother, Hermione, or worse Harry. She told about how she couldn't live with herself if she caused Harry, Ron and Hermione to risk their lives because of her. To help her, she wanted to be strong, and thought of as able to take care of herself.
Colin listened and didn't interrupt. When she was finished, he sighed sadly.
"I'm glad you told me," he said sitting up straighter. "Although, I don't know how much of a help I will be. You should really consider telling Harry. This sounds like his kind of thing; he'll probably be a lot of help," Colin advised.
Ginny's smile quickly faded.
"I know," she whispered guiltily. "I just.I just don't even know if it's that big of a deal. And if it is, I can't put him in any more danger. He doesn't deserve that."
"I'm sure these dreams aren't a tiny deal, Ginny. If you're being harassed by them, they're getting worse, and they're about Voldemort, I don't think it's a small deal." He gave her a look. "And about not telling Harry, that's just stupid. Yes I understand that you don't want to put him in danger, but God, Ginny, look who you're talking about! Danger is his life. He won't be in any more danger than he already is. Just tell him, you probably won't regret it." Colin smiled at her reassuringly. "And besides, if you don't tell him, he'll find out some other way, and then you'll be worse off because he'll tell Ron and Hermione."
"I know."
"And I think Dumbledore should know."
Ginny sent him a glare.
"At some point," Colin said quickly.
"I know, I just really, really don't want to be the center of attention, with everyone looking at me and watching every five seconds of the day."
"I know, but seriously, tell someone."
"I will."
"Good, because if you don't, I will." This was a lie; he felt that this was something Ginny needed to find the courage to tell on her own. But if he found out that she wasn't even considering it, then he would.
"You wouldn't?" Ginny asked wide-eyed.
"I would," he smirked.
"All right, I'll tell someone."
Colin nodded in approval.
"Good, now I'm going to bed, I'm beat. You going to be all right?" he asked getting up from his position on the end of the bed.
"I'll be fine, I'm sorry I kept you up."
"You didn't. I was downstairs watching a movie, and I was walking up the stairs when I heard you."
"Oh."
"Night Gin," he said, walking to the door.
"Night Colin."
Soon after Colin closed the door, Ginny fell asleep and for the first time in weeks slept peacefully.
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When she woke up, she looked around the room in a panic. She clutched the white sheets around her small body, and stared around the room, until she remembered the previous night, and how she ended up where she was.
She sat in bed for a few minutes, slowly letting her body relax from the initial shock of waking up in an unknown room, until a very familiar voice could be heard nearby on the staircase, a very familiar and unwelcome voice.
"Colin! I know Ginny's here!"
It was Ron.
"She's not here," Colin squeaked nervously.
"I'm not stupid you know. She has to be here, where else would she have run to?" Ron huffed.
"Where's her room?"
That was Harry.
Her eyes grew wide, and her heart slammed against her chest. She leapt from the bed, and flung herself on the floor. She hastily crawled under the bed on all fours, panting for air.
"There is no room, Ginny's not here." Colin's voice was weak and shaky, when addressing Harry.
Don't, Colin! Don't tell Harry where I am! she pleaded in her mind.
She fixed the blanket nervously around the opening, so they blocked her from view, and waited with bated breath as the door swung open a minute later. Ginny tried to keep her breath steady. She was sure that they could hear her rapidly beating heart. She glanced in the direction of the other side of the bed, and gasped in utter terror, she realized that a small section was open, free of blanket, for anyone to see through.
She lay flat on her stomach and prayed they wouldn't think to look under the bed. She could already see them through the small crack of daylight though the blankets.
A pair of Doc Martins entered the room, followed by trainers, and then a pair of strap Mary Janes.
"Where is she?" Ron growled. The trainers turned toward the door, Ron was obviously addressing Colin in the doorway.
"I don't know where she is," Colin said nervously.
Ginny could see his shoes, slowly inching backward out of the spare bedroom.
"Why are you lying?" Harry asked in his normal deep voice.
"I'm not! Harry, would I lie to you?" Colin asked with a nervous chuckle.
The Doc Martins wandered slowly across the room. Harry seemed to be scouring the place. They stopped next to her trunk. She panicked. I left clues! She held her breath.
"I mean this is her trunk is it not? I can hardly bet that you painted little pink flowers on your trunk, and I don't think you have a sister," he said with mock sweetness.
"I.I.er." Colin stammered.
"Aha! As I thought! She is here!" Ron bellowed. "Where is she?"
Ginny pressed her eyes closed, willing them to leave. Dots of perspiration began to form on her face.
She watched Harry's black docs walk toward the closet on the other side of the room away from her hiding place. He pulled open the closet and glanced inside. "She's not in the closet," he said, his voice now carrying a hint of underlying edge.
"If you just tell us where she is, we'll just take her and leave, I promise." Ron said strongly.
Ginny bit her bottom lip. She pinched her eyes shut, praying that this was all just a dream, and she would wake up, safe in bed any minute. But when she opened her eyes, she was horrified to realize that this wasn't some horrible nightmare.
Ginny saw the black Mary Janes come closer to the bed. Ginny sucked in an inaudible breath. Hermione sat down on the bed, and gently began to bounce up and down. Ginny bit her lip. She wouldn't call out! Harry's black docs turned in the direction of the bed, and began to walk briskly over. Ginny bit back a shriek.
Suddenly the blankets were removed, and Harry's grave face came into view. He broke into a lopsided sarcastic grin, and pulled back the covers to put her more in view.
"Hello, Gin. Long time no see, huh?"
Ginny climbed slowly out from under the bed, and looked around the quickly closing in room. Her heart constricted painfully in her chest, as the walls swallowed her up.
The four teens stared at her. She could tell that Ron and Hermione were bursting with unanswered questions. Colin looked at her apologetically, and Ginny wanted to reassure him that nothing was his fault, that he did his best.
Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the door. Hermione got up from the bed, and joined Ron across the room.
"What are you..! Let me go!" Ginny yanked her hand back, her heels planted firmly in the ground. Harry turned to her in astonishment.
"Come on Gin, we are leaving now!" Ron said strongly from where he was standing next to the door, gesturing out into the hallway.
"No, I'm not leaving," Ginny crossed her arms across her chest, and looked defiantly at her brother and his friends, who were also hers, if she would have stopped to consider it.
"We're leaving now, and you're coming with us," Harry said, looking into her eyes.
Ginny's eyes flashed with fire. Oh, so now he's playing big brother?
"Oh, so now we're playing big brother, huh? News flash, Harry: I've already got six, I don't need seven! And if I remember correctly I wrote that I'm not ready to be found yet!" her voice rose an octave.
Ron looked hurt for a moment, before he lost all expressions together, as he watched Harry and Ginny battle it out.
"Ginny, in case you haven't noticed, you're my friend and I care about you! I'm worried about you, just like everyone in your family is, and I think I have a right, as one of your friends to know what's going on! Gin, what's wrong?" Harry shouted.
"Nothing! And don't pretend that you care for one minute, Harry Potter! You..You..aren't my friend, you're just another 'big brother'."
Hurt flashed in Harry's eyes, but Ginny didn't stop to register it. She knew she had hurt him, and she knew that she would probably regret it later, but they were forcing her into insanity. She just wanted to sort out her thoughts, and they weren't letting her.
"Come on Gin, we are leaving NOW!" Ron said forcefully from across the room, watching his sister worriedly.
"You can't make me," she said softly.
"Oh, yes we can!" Ron said his voice rising.
Ginny then bolted past Harry, and Ron, only to have Harry grab her around her waist and pull her to his chest, in an attempt to hold her still. She yelled, and kicked anything she could reach. Oh how she wished it was Harry or Ron's head. She punched the air like a wildcat.
"Let me GO! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" she shrieked. Her face was turning a violent shade of red. She struggled against him with all her might, but he wouldn't budge.
"We'll see you at school, Colin." Ron mumbled. Colin watched Harry's interest in handling Ginny.
Ginny struggled with all her might to be freed, but Harry only tightened his grasp around her waist.
Ron wracked his brains for some type of solution to get his sister to cooperate. He knew that he couldn't use imperious, it was unforgettable curse, and he didn't want to either, he shuddered at the thought. But he did remember a sleeping charm that Hermione had told him about. She had read about it while they studied for O.W.L.s.
His eyes gleamed with something similar to triumph. "Hold her there, Harry."
Ron crossed the room and stood in front of them, he raised his wand Ginny whispering, "Duermia." The red head fell limp in Harry's arms, her arms dangling at his sides. The dead weight startled him, and he tried to regain his balance.
"Jeez, Ron," Harry muttered. He bent over, and put his arm under her knees, and heaved her up. "A little warning next time you decide something like that."
Hermione just gaped at Ron, open mouthed.
"Ron! You're not supposed to use magic outside of school! And don't you think that was a little unfair?"
"No," he said simply, and led the way out of Colin's house. "She'll get over it."
"She didn't even have a fair fight!"
"How else would we get her out of here!" Ron yelled back.
Hermione fell silent and walked down between Ron and Harry, who was carrying the unconscious Ginny.
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Chapter 5: At Colin's House
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When Ginny arrived near Colin's house later that evening, it was already 10:00pm. She landed just on the outskirts of his town and stopped, dropped her trunk the ground, and stretched out her aching fingers, then pulled open the lid of the trunk and placed her broom delicately inside.
She thanked God it was later, ecstatic that there was less chance of a Muggle seeing her, lugging a heavy-looking trunk in the middle of the night.
She felt bad about coming so late, and Colin not even knowing that she was on her way. She sorely hoped that she would be allowed to stay. She hadn't thought of the possibility that she wouldn't be welcome, even though she should have.
She approached his door and knocked. A few seconds passed before the large oak door swung open, revealing a small boy with mousy-colored hair and brown eyes peering at her through the crack.
"Hello Dennis. Is Colin in?" The small boy regarded her for a moment before swinging the door open wider.
"Why are you here so late, Ginny?" Dennis asked curiously.
"It's a long story. Is Colin here?" she repeated looking over Dennis's shoulder.
"Yea hold on, come in." She stepped into the waiting area, and waited while Dennis ran into the next room. "Colin! You have a visitor."
"What? Who? Hold on a minute." Ginny heard the familiar voice from the next room.
The next minute, Colin walked into the room. His blond hair was sticking up in messy spikes and his pale blue eyes opened wide in astonishment at seeing Ginny in his foyer.
"Gin? What are you doing here?" He walked up to her and gave her a big brotherly hug. "Not that I'm not happy to see you," he whispered. He backed up and regarded her. "Hey, are you okay? You don't look too good, you look kind of pale," he said, his eyes narrowing in concern.
Ginny sighed, "Can I explain tomorrow? Do you think I can stay for a week?"
"What? Why? What's going on?" he asked concerned.
"Look, it's nothing of importance, I just want to clear my thoughts."
"From what? What's wrong at home?"
"Colin! Please, I promise that I'll explain anything I can tomorrow, I'm just really tired right now."
He gave her a penetrating look, before letting out a long breath. "Ok, let my ask my mum, hold on," he said weakly, and turned to walk back into the other room before Ginny shouted back to him.
"WAIT! Tell your mum that my family knows that I'm here. Please Colin! Please. I don't want them coming after me, I need time to sort out my thoughts."
Colin's confusion grew as he looked at the pleading expression on her face.
"Ok Gin, but you're explaining this to me tomorrow, and don't think you're not getting out of it."
"Yea, yea I know," she said weakly.
"Ok hold on," he disappeared.
Ginny waited. The minutes ticked by, and she was almost thinking about turning right around and going back home when Colin came back into the room.
"Mum says you can stay in the guest room. Follow me."
He led her up the winding staircase to the second floor. Ginny got the impression that the Creevey family was well off financially. She would surely be no bother to them for a few weeks; she would stay out of their way.
He stopped outside a door right in front of the stairs, and pushed it open. Ginny gratefully followed Colin into a small guestroom. She took the Feather Light charm off of her trunk and opened it up to pull out a pair of pajamas. She turned back to Colin standing in the doorway watching her curiously.
"Thank you so much Colin, I don't know how to repay you," she smiled at him
He nodded and turned to leave to give her some privacy, "It's no problem, always here to help out a friend in need." He smiled at her before closing the door behind him.
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Later that same night, Colin walked back up the stairs sleepily after finishing the movie he was watching with his brother. He heard a terrified shriek coming from the guestroom, and raced up the rest of the stairs, heart hammering against his ribcage, and threw open the door. Ginny was thrashing around on the bed, obviously in the mist of a nightmare.
He swept across the room and shook her roughly awake. Frightened chocolate eyes met equally frightened pale blue eyes. She was sweating, her eyes shifting frantically around the room, as she panted like she had just finished running a marathon.
"Ginny, my God! Are you all right? You scared the hell out of me. I thought.I thought," Colin stammered.
Colin saw Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair, "I am so sorry, Colin!" He noticed that she was trying to hold in her gut-wrenching sobs, but an indistinguishable noise escaped her throat, and as tears traitorously spilled from her terrified eyes.
Colin looked on in shock. He reached out, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Gin, don't worry about me, you seem to be the one that's suffering. What's wrong?" Colin asked.
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She sat up and leaned against the headboard taking a deep breath. She let the words spilled from her mouth, somewhat effectively freeing her from the emotional anguish she was currently going through.
She felt like this was all she needed to do; to confide in someone. She left nothing out, the pain, the fear of someone finding out like her brother, Hermione, or worse Harry. She told about how she couldn't live with herself if she caused Harry, Ron and Hermione to risk their lives because of her. To help her, she wanted to be strong, and thought of as able to take care of herself.
Colin listened and didn't interrupt. When she was finished, he sighed sadly.
"I'm glad you told me," he said sitting up straighter. "Although, I don't know how much of a help I will be. You should really consider telling Harry. This sounds like his kind of thing; he'll probably be a lot of help," Colin advised.
Ginny's smile quickly faded.
"I know," she whispered guiltily. "I just.I just don't even know if it's that big of a deal. And if it is, I can't put him in any more danger. He doesn't deserve that."
"I'm sure these dreams aren't a tiny deal, Ginny. If you're being harassed by them, they're getting worse, and they're about Voldemort, I don't think it's a small deal." He gave her a look. "And about not telling Harry, that's just stupid. Yes I understand that you don't want to put him in danger, but God, Ginny, look who you're talking about! Danger is his life. He won't be in any more danger than he already is. Just tell him, you probably won't regret it." Colin smiled at her reassuringly. "And besides, if you don't tell him, he'll find out some other way, and then you'll be worse off because he'll tell Ron and Hermione."
"I know."
"And I think Dumbledore should know."
Ginny sent him a glare.
"At some point," Colin said quickly.
"I know, I just really, really don't want to be the center of attention, with everyone looking at me and watching every five seconds of the day."
"I know, but seriously, tell someone."
"I will."
"Good, because if you don't, I will." This was a lie; he felt that this was something Ginny needed to find the courage to tell on her own. But if he found out that she wasn't even considering it, then he would.
"You wouldn't?" Ginny asked wide-eyed.
"I would," he smirked.
"All right, I'll tell someone."
Colin nodded in approval.
"Good, now I'm going to bed, I'm beat. You going to be all right?" he asked getting up from his position on the end of the bed.
"I'll be fine, I'm sorry I kept you up."
"You didn't. I was downstairs watching a movie, and I was walking up the stairs when I heard you."
"Oh."
"Night Gin," he said, walking to the door.
"Night Colin."
Soon after Colin closed the door, Ginny fell asleep and for the first time in weeks slept peacefully.
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When she woke up, she looked around the room in a panic. She clutched the white sheets around her small body, and stared around the room, until she remembered the previous night, and how she ended up where she was.
She sat in bed for a few minutes, slowly letting her body relax from the initial shock of waking up in an unknown room, until a very familiar voice could be heard nearby on the staircase, a very familiar and unwelcome voice.
"Colin! I know Ginny's here!"
It was Ron.
"She's not here," Colin squeaked nervously.
"I'm not stupid you know. She has to be here, where else would she have run to?" Ron huffed.
"Where's her room?"
That was Harry.
Her eyes grew wide, and her heart slammed against her chest. She leapt from the bed, and flung herself on the floor. She hastily crawled under the bed on all fours, panting for air.
"There is no room, Ginny's not here." Colin's voice was weak and shaky, when addressing Harry.
Don't, Colin! Don't tell Harry where I am! she pleaded in her mind.
She fixed the blanket nervously around the opening, so they blocked her from view, and waited with bated breath as the door swung open a minute later. Ginny tried to keep her breath steady. She was sure that they could hear her rapidly beating heart. She glanced in the direction of the other side of the bed, and gasped in utter terror, she realized that a small section was open, free of blanket, for anyone to see through.
She lay flat on her stomach and prayed they wouldn't think to look under the bed. She could already see them through the small crack of daylight though the blankets.
A pair of Doc Martins entered the room, followed by trainers, and then a pair of strap Mary Janes.
"Where is she?" Ron growled. The trainers turned toward the door, Ron was obviously addressing Colin in the doorway.
"I don't know where she is," Colin said nervously.
Ginny could see his shoes, slowly inching backward out of the spare bedroom.
"Why are you lying?" Harry asked in his normal deep voice.
"I'm not! Harry, would I lie to you?" Colin asked with a nervous chuckle.
The Doc Martins wandered slowly across the room. Harry seemed to be scouring the place. They stopped next to her trunk. She panicked. I left clues! She held her breath.
"I mean this is her trunk is it not? I can hardly bet that you painted little pink flowers on your trunk, and I don't think you have a sister," he said with mock sweetness.
"I.I.er." Colin stammered.
"Aha! As I thought! She is here!" Ron bellowed. "Where is she?"
Ginny pressed her eyes closed, willing them to leave. Dots of perspiration began to form on her face.
She watched Harry's black docs walk toward the closet on the other side of the room away from her hiding place. He pulled open the closet and glanced inside. "She's not in the closet," he said, his voice now carrying a hint of underlying edge.
"If you just tell us where she is, we'll just take her and leave, I promise." Ron said strongly.
Ginny bit her bottom lip. She pinched her eyes shut, praying that this was all just a dream, and she would wake up, safe in bed any minute. But when she opened her eyes, she was horrified to realize that this wasn't some horrible nightmare.
Ginny saw the black Mary Janes come closer to the bed. Ginny sucked in an inaudible breath. Hermione sat down on the bed, and gently began to bounce up and down. Ginny bit her lip. She wouldn't call out! Harry's black docs turned in the direction of the bed, and began to walk briskly over. Ginny bit back a shriek.
Suddenly the blankets were removed, and Harry's grave face came into view. He broke into a lopsided sarcastic grin, and pulled back the covers to put her more in view.
"Hello, Gin. Long time no see, huh?"
Ginny climbed slowly out from under the bed, and looked around the quickly closing in room. Her heart constricted painfully in her chest, as the walls swallowed her up.
The four teens stared at her. She could tell that Ron and Hermione were bursting with unanswered questions. Colin looked at her apologetically, and Ginny wanted to reassure him that nothing was his fault, that he did his best.
Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the door. Hermione got up from the bed, and joined Ron across the room.
"What are you..! Let me go!" Ginny yanked her hand back, her heels planted firmly in the ground. Harry turned to her in astonishment.
"Come on Gin, we are leaving now!" Ron said strongly from where he was standing next to the door, gesturing out into the hallway.
"No, I'm not leaving," Ginny crossed her arms across her chest, and looked defiantly at her brother and his friends, who were also hers, if she would have stopped to consider it.
"We're leaving now, and you're coming with us," Harry said, looking into her eyes.
Ginny's eyes flashed with fire. Oh, so now he's playing big brother?
"Oh, so now we're playing big brother, huh? News flash, Harry: I've already got six, I don't need seven! And if I remember correctly I wrote that I'm not ready to be found yet!" her voice rose an octave.
Ron looked hurt for a moment, before he lost all expressions together, as he watched Harry and Ginny battle it out.
"Ginny, in case you haven't noticed, you're my friend and I care about you! I'm worried about you, just like everyone in your family is, and I think I have a right, as one of your friends to know what's going on! Gin, what's wrong?" Harry shouted.
"Nothing! And don't pretend that you care for one minute, Harry Potter! You..You..aren't my friend, you're just another 'big brother'."
Hurt flashed in Harry's eyes, but Ginny didn't stop to register it. She knew she had hurt him, and she knew that she would probably regret it later, but they were forcing her into insanity. She just wanted to sort out her thoughts, and they weren't letting her.
"Come on Gin, we are leaving NOW!" Ron said forcefully from across the room, watching his sister worriedly.
"You can't make me," she said softly.
"Oh, yes we can!" Ron said his voice rising.
Ginny then bolted past Harry, and Ron, only to have Harry grab her around her waist and pull her to his chest, in an attempt to hold her still. She yelled, and kicked anything she could reach. Oh how she wished it was Harry or Ron's head. She punched the air like a wildcat.
"Let me GO! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" she shrieked. Her face was turning a violent shade of red. She struggled against him with all her might, but he wouldn't budge.
"We'll see you at school, Colin." Ron mumbled. Colin watched Harry's interest in handling Ginny.
Ginny struggled with all her might to be freed, but Harry only tightened his grasp around her waist.
Ron wracked his brains for some type of solution to get his sister to cooperate. He knew that he couldn't use imperious, it was unforgettable curse, and he didn't want to either, he shuddered at the thought. But he did remember a sleeping charm that Hermione had told him about. She had read about it while they studied for O.W.L.s.
His eyes gleamed with something similar to triumph. "Hold her there, Harry."
Ron crossed the room and stood in front of them, he raised his wand Ginny whispering, "Duermia." The red head fell limp in Harry's arms, her arms dangling at his sides. The dead weight startled him, and he tried to regain his balance.
"Jeez, Ron," Harry muttered. He bent over, and put his arm under her knees, and heaved her up. "A little warning next time you decide something like that."
Hermione just gaped at Ron, open mouthed.
"Ron! You're not supposed to use magic outside of school! And don't you think that was a little unfair?"
"No," he said simply, and led the way out of Colin's house. "She'll get over it."
"She didn't even have a fair fight!"
"How else would we get her out of here!" Ron yelled back.
Hermione fell silent and walked down between Ron and Harry, who was carrying the unconscious Ginny.
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