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Harry sat there for a good fifteen minutes before an urgent voice shattered the silence.
"Harry! Did you get her to talk?" Ron asked quietly, running from the house.
Harry sat there quietly, still deep in thought, not really hearing Ron.
"Hello?" Ron waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention. "Ginny just walked inside. Did you get her to talk?" he asked as he sat down cross-legged next to his best friend next to his best friend.
Harry thoughts were whirling and his emotions in a turmoil. His eyebrows furrowed in thought. Should he tell Ron? It would ruin Ginny's trust for him, but it could also save her life. But then again, if I did tell Ron, she would never confide in me again, and she would sink deeper into herself.
He decided against telling Ron anything. When Ginny was ready she'd tell Ron herself; no need for him to butt into her business.
But still it bothered him.
"Nothing," Harry finally answered.
"Nothing? Just nothing?" Ron asked, confusion lining his face.
"She won't tell me a thing." Guilt wrapped unmercifully around his insides.
Ron pounded his fist into the soft ground, causing Harry to jump slightly. "God! Why won't she talk to us!" he growled.
"I don't know." Harry said distantly, lost in thought. Wait this can't be right. Ginny's getting dreams, pertaining to Voldemort, whenever I do, but I'm getting nothing, no dreams, no scar pains. Is it possible that she's in more danger than I am?
Harry made up his mind quickly, and jumped up, walking toward the house. He needed to ask her about her dreams. His worry was mounting. She had left too soon. He needed to know more. He needed to know when this started and for how long it had been going on. H needed to know everything he could to protect her. He couldn't explain the determination coursing through his veins like an addictive fluid.
Ron got up immediately and chased closely after Harry, catching him by the arm and looking at him curiously.
"Harry, what's with you? You seem more worried than the rest of us put together. Do you know something?" Ron asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Ron, That's just it, I know nothing! And it's killing me to know that I could be doing something. After everything that happened with the Triwizard Tournament three years ago, and all the warnings last year, I can't let anyone close to me get hurt! And it looks like I'm failing to protect the people close to me AGAIN. I don't like the feeling all right?" He could feel a prickling behind his eyes, but he ignored it, blinking it away.
Ron looked at him sorrowfully. "Harry you know none of that was you're fault, just like this whole thing with Ginny isn't your fault."
"Ron, just let's go inside, it's midnight." Harry stalked past Ron and into the house. The minute he stepped inside, he immediately made for the staircase.
"Harry, where you going?" Ron asked, looking at him like he had three heads.
"Umm.. To get my sweater.in your room." He pointed up the stairs.
Ron gave him a funny look before walking over to him.
"You need to relax." He looked up the stairs. "Take a minute from all the people saving, and have some fun, we are going to have a game of chess before bed!" Ron grinned at Harry happily. Harry sighed and walked over to the couch, where they would undoubtedly be playing.
Ron disappeared up the stairs. Harry took it upon himself to relax into the soft fluffy cushions of the Weasleys' couch, while he thought of all the things Ginny had confided in him. He was starting to seriously doubt if he could keep all of it too himself. He remembered how frightened Ginny had been when they'd found her at Colin's house. His chest constricted painfully. He remembered when she said that they weren't friends, and the pain that those words had caused him. He wanted to be there for her, and having her say that to him was like a punch in the stomach. He sighed, and ran his hand through his unruly black hair.
Harry waited five minutes before Ron came tiptoeing down the staircase, trying desperately not to make much noise. The way he went about it was actually quite comical. He chuckled and Ron looked up.
"What?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly to the right, and narrowing his eyes at Harry.
"You look ridiculous trying to stay quiet like that!" Harry laughed, lightening the mood considerably.
Ron laughed with him, while he set the chessboard on the coffee table. He set up the pieces, and the two hours long game began.
The knot between Harry's shoulder blades slowly began to unravel as he relaxed into the chess game. But the loss of tension only served to make him sleepy. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses, pushing the metal frames farther up his nose, as he tried desperately to stay awake.
"Ron! Honestly, I'm really, REALLY tired!" Harry moaned.
"Oh buck up Harry, the games almost over!" Ron said, before braking into a wide grin..
"Yea, and who's gonna win?"
"Why me of course." Ron said without a trace of sarcasm. He studied the board seriously, weighing his chances, before he made his move.
"Exactly, so what's the point of going further."
"The point is, that if we finish this game, and I win, it feeds my ego, and my ego is very hungry right now."
"Right, no wonder your head is exceptionally large. It's from all that chess winning." Harry grinned tiredly. Ron chuckled.
When the game was finally over, and Ron had successfully managed checkmate, Harry looked at his Muggle watch, and gasped.
"God, Ron, it's two in the morning!"
Ron looked at him like he didn't care, and rounded up all of his chess pieces. "So?" He stood up, and stretched. Harry marveled again at Ron's extraordinary height. "I'm going to bed, you coming?"
Harry blinked tiredly. It was almost a chore to open them back up again, "Yea in a minute. I want to grab something to drink, then I'll be up." Ron looked at Harry and nodded, then disappeared up the staircase without a backward glance.
Harry wandered into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice from a jug on the counter. The juice was cool, having a cooling charm placed on it to keep it fresh. He gulped it down greedily before turning toward the stairs and walking sleepily up.
He stopped in front of Ginny's room; a pale light was visible through the crack under her door. What was she doing up? His eyes widened at what he just thought, and he got an insane urge to check up on her, and of course he could interrogate her. All traces of fatigue were quickly forgotten.
He gently placed one hand on the cold wood of her door, and gently began to push it open. A small crevice of dim light poured out into the dark hallway, throwing his shadow onto the wooden floor just behind him.
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Harry sat there for a good fifteen minutes before an urgent voice shattered the silence.
"Harry! Did you get her to talk?" Ron asked quietly, running from the house.
Harry sat there quietly, still deep in thought, not really hearing Ron.
"Hello?" Ron waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention. "Ginny just walked inside. Did you get her to talk?" he asked as he sat down cross-legged next to his best friend next to his best friend.
Harry thoughts were whirling and his emotions in a turmoil. His eyebrows furrowed in thought. Should he tell Ron? It would ruin Ginny's trust for him, but it could also save her life. But then again, if I did tell Ron, she would never confide in me again, and she would sink deeper into herself.
He decided against telling Ron anything. When Ginny was ready she'd tell Ron herself; no need for him to butt into her business.
But still it bothered him.
"Nothing," Harry finally answered.
"Nothing? Just nothing?" Ron asked, confusion lining his face.
"She won't tell me a thing." Guilt wrapped unmercifully around his insides.
Ron pounded his fist into the soft ground, causing Harry to jump slightly. "God! Why won't she talk to us!" he growled.
"I don't know." Harry said distantly, lost in thought. Wait this can't be right. Ginny's getting dreams, pertaining to Voldemort, whenever I do, but I'm getting nothing, no dreams, no scar pains. Is it possible that she's in more danger than I am?
Harry made up his mind quickly, and jumped up, walking toward the house. He needed to ask her about her dreams. His worry was mounting. She had left too soon. He needed to know more. He needed to know when this started and for how long it had been going on. H needed to know everything he could to protect her. He couldn't explain the determination coursing through his veins like an addictive fluid.
Ron got up immediately and chased closely after Harry, catching him by the arm and looking at him curiously.
"Harry, what's with you? You seem more worried than the rest of us put together. Do you know something?" Ron asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Ron, That's just it, I know nothing! And it's killing me to know that I could be doing something. After everything that happened with the Triwizard Tournament three years ago, and all the warnings last year, I can't let anyone close to me get hurt! And it looks like I'm failing to protect the people close to me AGAIN. I don't like the feeling all right?" He could feel a prickling behind his eyes, but he ignored it, blinking it away.
Ron looked at him sorrowfully. "Harry you know none of that was you're fault, just like this whole thing with Ginny isn't your fault."
"Ron, just let's go inside, it's midnight." Harry stalked past Ron and into the house. The minute he stepped inside, he immediately made for the staircase.
"Harry, where you going?" Ron asked, looking at him like he had three heads.
"Umm.. To get my sweater.in your room." He pointed up the stairs.
Ron gave him a funny look before walking over to him.
"You need to relax." He looked up the stairs. "Take a minute from all the people saving, and have some fun, we are going to have a game of chess before bed!" Ron grinned at Harry happily. Harry sighed and walked over to the couch, where they would undoubtedly be playing.
Ron disappeared up the stairs. Harry took it upon himself to relax into the soft fluffy cushions of the Weasleys' couch, while he thought of all the things Ginny had confided in him. He was starting to seriously doubt if he could keep all of it too himself. He remembered how frightened Ginny had been when they'd found her at Colin's house. His chest constricted painfully. He remembered when she said that they weren't friends, and the pain that those words had caused him. He wanted to be there for her, and having her say that to him was like a punch in the stomach. He sighed, and ran his hand through his unruly black hair.
Harry waited five minutes before Ron came tiptoeing down the staircase, trying desperately not to make much noise. The way he went about it was actually quite comical. He chuckled and Ron looked up.
"What?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly to the right, and narrowing his eyes at Harry.
"You look ridiculous trying to stay quiet like that!" Harry laughed, lightening the mood considerably.
Ron laughed with him, while he set the chessboard on the coffee table. He set up the pieces, and the two hours long game began.
The knot between Harry's shoulder blades slowly began to unravel as he relaxed into the chess game. But the loss of tension only served to make him sleepy. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses, pushing the metal frames farther up his nose, as he tried desperately to stay awake.
"Ron! Honestly, I'm really, REALLY tired!" Harry moaned.
"Oh buck up Harry, the games almost over!" Ron said, before braking into a wide grin..
"Yea, and who's gonna win?"
"Why me of course." Ron said without a trace of sarcasm. He studied the board seriously, weighing his chances, before he made his move.
"Exactly, so what's the point of going further."
"The point is, that if we finish this game, and I win, it feeds my ego, and my ego is very hungry right now."
"Right, no wonder your head is exceptionally large. It's from all that chess winning." Harry grinned tiredly. Ron chuckled.
When the game was finally over, and Ron had successfully managed checkmate, Harry looked at his Muggle watch, and gasped.
"God, Ron, it's two in the morning!"
Ron looked at him like he didn't care, and rounded up all of his chess pieces. "So?" He stood up, and stretched. Harry marveled again at Ron's extraordinary height. "I'm going to bed, you coming?"
Harry blinked tiredly. It was almost a chore to open them back up again, "Yea in a minute. I want to grab something to drink, then I'll be up." Ron looked at Harry and nodded, then disappeared up the staircase without a backward glance.
Harry wandered into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice from a jug on the counter. The juice was cool, having a cooling charm placed on it to keep it fresh. He gulped it down greedily before turning toward the stairs and walking sleepily up.
He stopped in front of Ginny's room; a pale light was visible through the crack under her door. What was she doing up? His eyes widened at what he just thought, and he got an insane urge to check up on her, and of course he could interrogate her. All traces of fatigue were quickly forgotten.
He gently placed one hand on the cold wood of her door, and gently began to push it open. A small crevice of dim light poured out into the dark hallway, throwing his shadow onto the wooden floor just behind him.
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