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A/N: Okay, so I realise its been like a year since I updated this, and I really am sorry but my computer broke down and then I kinda lost inspiration. I'm really very sorry. But I've found my elusive muse, she was hiding in the back of my wardrobe! I promise that I well update very regularly from now on. Once again, I am very sorry and just so you know, reviews help me type faster!
A/N: I know this is a little short but I'm getting into the groove and I promise that there will be a lot more action in upcoming chapters. Stay with me!
Ginny didn't know how she made it back to the common room, but she was shaken out of her reverie by the Fat Lady demanding the password. "Oh, sorry" mumbled Ginny, ever polite, "Chudley Cannons". The portrait swung open while Ginny made a mental note to make sure Ron never got to choose another password.
As soon as she stepped inside the common room, Ginny spotted Harry sitting by the fire, gazing intently at the dying embers. Her stomach gave a familiar lurch when his eyes met hers.
"Hey Gin, you missed dinner." "Yeah, I had some stuff to sort out." She replied vaguely. She looked at him quizzically. "Why so glum?"
Harry turned and looked at her. "Did you know Sirius was here? I just had dinner with him, he said he'd be here for a while."
"Well that's great isn't it?" answered Ginny nervously. "You love having him around, I know you miss him."
"I know." replied Harry. "But I get the feeling that there's something he's just not telling me."
"Ginny shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Looking down at her lap, she spoke. "Harry, can I ask you something?"
"Of course." replied Harry.
"When you found out that you were the only person who could defeat Voldemort, the only person in the world who could save countless lives, who could rid the world of one of its greatest evils, how did you feel?" Ginny continued to stare at her lap, afraid that he might see the fear and apprehension in her eyes, he had always been able to read her so well.
"Wow, Gin" exclaimed Harry softly, "noone's ever asked me that before. I'm not sure I know how to answer it."
"Please try." whispered Ginny, almost to herself.
"Well," he began slowly, "its like there's this enormous pressure on you, and you're almost positive you can't live up to people's expectations. Its not like you asked for it, it was just thrust upon you. And you're scared, petrified actually, that if you do something and fail, you'll disappointed millions, maybe kill thousands. But if you don't do anything, you know that countless people will die and it will all be because you never quite believed you could do it. So you try. I mean, most of what I did was completely out of desperation. But the more you try, the more you believe in yourself. Towards the end, I realised that that was the most important thing. I believed that all the good in the world could beat Voldemort back and that belief is what kept me going and eventually made me win."
Ginny looked at Harry. She didn't think it was possible to love him more than she already did, but she was proved wring. A new respect was blazing inside her, and when she spoke, her voice was oddly croaky.
"I could never do anything like what you did. You kept fighting, even when it seemed pointless." Harry didn't know that he had voiced every niggling fear that she had had since she found out she was the Slayer.
"Well that's the point Ginny, we keep fighting, we always keep fighting as long as there's something to fight for. Cos in the end if there's nothing to fight for, then what's the point of anything?"
"When did you get so insightful?" Ginny asked good naturedly.
Harry grinned sheepishly, "well, I try!"
Just then, the portrait swung open and Ron and Hermione walked in laughing and chatting. "How Are the love birds?!" teased Harry as they flopped down on the sofa.
"Great!" replied Ron brightly, turning his attention to the chess board that Harry had set up in preparation for Ron's arrival.
Hermione however was looking at Ginny with concern in her eyes. "Ginny? Are you okay?" asked Hermione worriedly. Ginny who had been gazing intently into the fire, looked up at Hermione. I'm fine she said grimly, "there's just something I have to do." With that, she got up and marched out of the common room.
"What's up with Ginny, Harry?"
"Couldn't tell you, she was asking weird questions before you came in though. Anyway," said Harry, brushing thoughts of Ginny aside, for he just realised that that feeling in the pit of his stomach may not have been the steak and kidney pie he ate for dinner, "did you guys see Sirius? Any ideas on why he might be here?"
The Gryffindor Three entertained themselves for the rest of the evening making up more and more absurd explanations for Sirius's unexpected arrival and happily anticipating the look on Snape's face when he saw him.
While Harry, Ron and Hermione were having fun however, Ginny was striding towards Dumbledore's office. Her conversation with Harry had made her put things into perspective. She could not shirk her responsibilities, she was the Slayer and whether she liked it or not, this was her destiny. Like, Harry she would fight until there was nothing left to fight for.
She reached Dumbledore's office and said the password. She could hear voices in his office and smiled to herself. She know he would still be awake, he always had a knack for being around when people needed him.
She knocked softly on the door and entered as Dumbledore beckoned her in. "Come in come in Miss Weasley, I was half expecting you."
Sirius was sitting with Dumbledore going over what looked like very old rolls of parchment. He looked up and smiled brightly when he saw here, instantly giving Ginny the feeling that if she was going to have to go through this with anyone, she was glad it was him.
"I'm glad you're here too Sirius, I was to let you know that I've decided to accept my responsibility and train with you."
"Oh Ginny that's wonderful!" exclaimed Sirius. "I know there'll be difficult times ahead, but we'll get thought them together."
Ginny looked at him with a new fire blazing in her eyes. It was almost as if as soon as she said the words, something had awoken in her, she wasn't sure what it was yet, but she knew she liked it. "She looked straight into Sirius's eyes. "So when do we start?"
A/N: Okay, so I realise its been like a year since I updated this, and I really am sorry but my computer broke down and then I kinda lost inspiration. I'm really very sorry. But I've found my elusive muse, she was hiding in the back of my wardrobe! I promise that I well update very regularly from now on. Once again, I am very sorry and just so you know, reviews help me type faster!
A/N: I know this is a little short but I'm getting into the groove and I promise that there will be a lot more action in upcoming chapters. Stay with me!
Ginny didn't know how she made it back to the common room, but she was shaken out of her reverie by the Fat Lady demanding the password. "Oh, sorry" mumbled Ginny, ever polite, "Chudley Cannons". The portrait swung open while Ginny made a mental note to make sure Ron never got to choose another password.
As soon as she stepped inside the common room, Ginny spotted Harry sitting by the fire, gazing intently at the dying embers. Her stomach gave a familiar lurch when his eyes met hers.
"Hey Gin, you missed dinner." "Yeah, I had some stuff to sort out." She replied vaguely. She looked at him quizzically. "Why so glum?"
Harry turned and looked at her. "Did you know Sirius was here? I just had dinner with him, he said he'd be here for a while."
"Well that's great isn't it?" answered Ginny nervously. "You love having him around, I know you miss him."
"I know." replied Harry. "But I get the feeling that there's something he's just not telling me."
"Ginny shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Looking down at her lap, she spoke. "Harry, can I ask you something?"
"Of course." replied Harry.
"When you found out that you were the only person who could defeat Voldemort, the only person in the world who could save countless lives, who could rid the world of one of its greatest evils, how did you feel?" Ginny continued to stare at her lap, afraid that he might see the fear and apprehension in her eyes, he had always been able to read her so well.
"Wow, Gin" exclaimed Harry softly, "noone's ever asked me that before. I'm not sure I know how to answer it."
"Please try." whispered Ginny, almost to herself.
"Well," he began slowly, "its like there's this enormous pressure on you, and you're almost positive you can't live up to people's expectations. Its not like you asked for it, it was just thrust upon you. And you're scared, petrified actually, that if you do something and fail, you'll disappointed millions, maybe kill thousands. But if you don't do anything, you know that countless people will die and it will all be because you never quite believed you could do it. So you try. I mean, most of what I did was completely out of desperation. But the more you try, the more you believe in yourself. Towards the end, I realised that that was the most important thing. I believed that all the good in the world could beat Voldemort back and that belief is what kept me going and eventually made me win."
Ginny looked at Harry. She didn't think it was possible to love him more than she already did, but she was proved wring. A new respect was blazing inside her, and when she spoke, her voice was oddly croaky.
"I could never do anything like what you did. You kept fighting, even when it seemed pointless." Harry didn't know that he had voiced every niggling fear that she had had since she found out she was the Slayer.
"Well that's the point Ginny, we keep fighting, we always keep fighting as long as there's something to fight for. Cos in the end if there's nothing to fight for, then what's the point of anything?"
"When did you get so insightful?" Ginny asked good naturedly.
Harry grinned sheepishly, "well, I try!"
Just then, the portrait swung open and Ron and Hermione walked in laughing and chatting. "How Are the love birds?!" teased Harry as they flopped down on the sofa.
"Great!" replied Ron brightly, turning his attention to the chess board that Harry had set up in preparation for Ron's arrival.
Hermione however was looking at Ginny with concern in her eyes. "Ginny? Are you okay?" asked Hermione worriedly. Ginny who had been gazing intently into the fire, looked up at Hermione. I'm fine she said grimly, "there's just something I have to do." With that, she got up and marched out of the common room.
"What's up with Ginny, Harry?"
"Couldn't tell you, she was asking weird questions before you came in though. Anyway," said Harry, brushing thoughts of Ginny aside, for he just realised that that feeling in the pit of his stomach may not have been the steak and kidney pie he ate for dinner, "did you guys see Sirius? Any ideas on why he might be here?"
The Gryffindor Three entertained themselves for the rest of the evening making up more and more absurd explanations for Sirius's unexpected arrival and happily anticipating the look on Snape's face when he saw him.
While Harry, Ron and Hermione were having fun however, Ginny was striding towards Dumbledore's office. Her conversation with Harry had made her put things into perspective. She could not shirk her responsibilities, she was the Slayer and whether she liked it or not, this was her destiny. Like, Harry she would fight until there was nothing left to fight for.
She reached Dumbledore's office and said the password. She could hear voices in his office and smiled to herself. She know he would still be awake, he always had a knack for being around when people needed him.
She knocked softly on the door and entered as Dumbledore beckoned her in. "Come in come in Miss Weasley, I was half expecting you."
Sirius was sitting with Dumbledore going over what looked like very old rolls of parchment. He looked up and smiled brightly when he saw here, instantly giving Ginny the feeling that if she was going to have to go through this with anyone, she was glad it was him.
"I'm glad you're here too Sirius, I was to let you know that I've decided to accept my responsibility and train with you."
"Oh Ginny that's wonderful!" exclaimed Sirius. "I know there'll be difficult times ahead, but we'll get thought them together."
Ginny looked at him with a new fire blazing in her eyes. It was almost as if as soon as she said the words, something had awoken in her, she wasn't sure what it was yet, but she knew she liked it. "She looked straight into Sirius's eyes. "So when do we start?"