Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Authors Note: Hey, everyone. Well, this is the forth chapter. I really do hope you enjoy it. There is a lot of dialog in it, but I like to keep my stories alive. I think it's a really funny chapter, especially the end *wink*. RR -Kat
Chapter 4
And We All Fall Down
The next few days of Harry's life went relativly fast, and before he knew it, he was packing to go to Hogwarts...for the last time.
Harry looked around the room. He was happy to say that it was his own room in The Burrow. Ever since Percy left and gotten his own flat, Harry had this room. It was quite simple, on the floor above Ginny's landing. He had a desk, a mahogony four post bed, and a nice matching chest of drawers. He had a few pictures scattered around, a radio, and this god awful plant for Hermione that snapped when he went too close to it. "Favoritism..." Harry muttered. The plant seemed to like Hermione and Ginny. It even liked Ron, but for some reason, it hated Harry's being. He also had a few shelves here and there with Quidditch magazines and spellbooks.
Harry was well organized...usually. Today he had his room clean when he woke up. Well, it wasn't like that now, to say the least. There were clothes flying...literally...in all directions, books zooming here and there, and a couldron floating over his trunk. Just as he was putting his couldron in the trunk, and closed it, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in, it's unlocked."
"Hey--oh, tornado?"
"Ha, funny, Gin. What's up?"
"Well, apparently you're doing a lot less better than I am."
"Oh?"
"Yes," she sighed and walked over behind him and snaked her arms around his waist. "I need your help...badly."
"Ha...good one." He laughed at the incredulous idea.
"No, seriously. I can't get my damned trunk to close. I tried sitting on it, even! And you know I can't magic it closed..."
Harry laughed at the mental picture, then he sighed. "fine..."
"Thank you, come on, let's get this done with." She took his hand and led him to her room.
"Merlin! Gin! You have everything you own in here!" He looked around at the bare room. "Ergh."
"Well, I do need all this to survive!"
"Mir..okay. I'm shrinking some of this."
"Yay!" She jumped on him which sent them toppling over onto the bed, "oh...this is...comprimising." She said between kisses.
"Hey, Har--WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!"
"Ron, don't you know how to knock? We were just in the heat of the moment, you know." She was grinning wickedly at her brother. "It isn't really what you think. Geesh."
"Ron...what are you thinking?" Harry looked at Ron's beet root red face, and got quite worried. He then slid Ginny off of him.
"All the ways I could kill you, and then all the ways I could make your life a living hell!"
"Oh, well in that case, Gin, I think it's time for our wonton secrets to come out."
"Oh, good one, Harry." She raised her eyebrow at her fuming brother.
"Ron...explaination time." Harry went on, with the usual interuptions from Ron, of course, about him helping Ginny with her trunk.
"Oh, I see." He was blushing like mad.
"Yeah." Harry finshed fixing Ginny's trunk. "There, love."
"Thank you so much." She have him a quick kiss and sent him and Ron on their ways. They both walked to Harry's room, and entered it with trepidition. They had a lot to discuss and they both knew it.
*****
"Harry, why Ginny? Why not some other bird?" He was totally serious with Harry, which was unnerving.
Harry sat down on his bed and shrugged his shoulders. "Fate? Destiny?" He looked quizically at Ron. Then turned away. "Look, last year was terrible for all of us. Just imagine for a second what I went through. I went down into that dungeon last year and say her lying there...lifeless...again, just like in the Chamber of Secrets. I realized how much I love her, and what I would do to keep her alive. I stood in front of the crutacius curse for her, and I almost took the killing curse for her, but Pettigrew had a debt to me, and took it instead.
"Look, Ron, nothing has happened between Ginny and I. But I won't promise you anything, you know that right?"
"I know Harry. I just can't seem to get over the idea that my sister is in so much danger, and it's not because of you, I know that. It's Voldemort--" Harry's eyes got so wide they looked like saucers. "Yes, Harry, I realized what you said to me what true. 'Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself'..."
"Dumbledore said that, not me."
"well, you passed the knowledge on to me."
"O-k." Harry was still shocked at Ron's revalution.
"Like I was saying. Voldemort wants my sister just as much as you right now. I just don't know how to deal with it."
"I know you don't. Neither do I or anyone else. I guess we just have to take it one day at a time.."
"I guess," Ron wasn't looking too sure. "Hey, Harry..."
"What, Ron?"
"Your room is a mess."
"Sod off, Ron."
"Right, Harry." He then took his cue, and left the room.
*****
It took Harry a good hour to clean up the debris in his room. He had just remember he didn't pack socks. He searched his room, high and low. He searched every possible place, and then it dawned on him.
"GINNY!!!" He yelled down the stairs. "Run!! I'm going to kill you!!!"
"What Harry? What's the matter?" She was smiling innocently at him.
"Don't you dare deny it, wench. I know you have them."
"Don't have a clue what you're getting on about."
"You're evil."
"Not." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Well, I would start looking for whatever it is you're missing if I were you," she turned around to leave.
"Virginia Weasley, is that my Oxford shirt you're wearing?"
"Finders keepers!" She ran into her room and locked the door behind her. He heard her singing to the Weird Sisters on WNN.
"Uggh!"
He walked down to the landing and knocked not once...not twice...but three times. "Ginny?" He knocked on her door again.
"What is it Harry? Need anything?"
"Yes. Open up." He was starting to lose nerve, and if he lost anymore clothing he would be fuming. "Hurry up, Gin."
"Mhm?" She said as she opened the door.
"Damn it, Gin! You're driving me mad! Are those my boxer shorts?"
"Oh yes, black silk...my favorite." She winked at him, and started laughing.
"Mir.." He narrowed his eyes at her, and then had a wicked idea. "Molly!!!!! Ginny's got my boxers, shirt, and socks!"
"Virgina Ann Weasley! Stop stripping that boy!" He heard her running up the stairs, "He does need clothing for school!" He smiled maliciously at Ginny, who was giving him the death glare.
"Dead." That's all she could say, and then muttered something about showing him sock stealing...and then muttered. "War..."
"Oye." Harry said, shaking his head as he walked back into his room.
To Be Continued
Authors Note: Hey, everyone. Well, this is the forth chapter. I really do hope you enjoy it. There is a lot of dialog in it, but I like to keep my stories alive. I think it's a really funny chapter, especially the end *wink*. RR -Kat
Chapter 4
And We All Fall Down
The next few days of Harry's life went relativly fast, and before he knew it, he was packing to go to Hogwarts...for the last time.
Harry looked around the room. He was happy to say that it was his own room in The Burrow. Ever since Percy left and gotten his own flat, Harry had this room. It was quite simple, on the floor above Ginny's landing. He had a desk, a mahogony four post bed, and a nice matching chest of drawers. He had a few pictures scattered around, a radio, and this god awful plant for Hermione that snapped when he went too close to it. "Favoritism..." Harry muttered. The plant seemed to like Hermione and Ginny. It even liked Ron, but for some reason, it hated Harry's being. He also had a few shelves here and there with Quidditch magazines and spellbooks.
Harry was well organized...usually. Today he had his room clean when he woke up. Well, it wasn't like that now, to say the least. There were clothes flying...literally...in all directions, books zooming here and there, and a couldron floating over his trunk. Just as he was putting his couldron in the trunk, and closed it, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in, it's unlocked."
"Hey--oh, tornado?"
"Ha, funny, Gin. What's up?"
"Well, apparently you're doing a lot less better than I am."
"Oh?"
"Yes," she sighed and walked over behind him and snaked her arms around his waist. "I need your help...badly."
"Ha...good one." He laughed at the incredulous idea.
"No, seriously. I can't get my damned trunk to close. I tried sitting on it, even! And you know I can't magic it closed..."
Harry laughed at the mental picture, then he sighed. "fine..."
"Thank you, come on, let's get this done with." She took his hand and led him to her room.
"Merlin! Gin! You have everything you own in here!" He looked around at the bare room. "Ergh."
"Well, I do need all this to survive!"
"Mir..okay. I'm shrinking some of this."
"Yay!" She jumped on him which sent them toppling over onto the bed, "oh...this is...comprimising." She said between kisses.
"Hey, Har--WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!"
"Ron, don't you know how to knock? We were just in the heat of the moment, you know." She was grinning wickedly at her brother. "It isn't really what you think. Geesh."
"Ron...what are you thinking?" Harry looked at Ron's beet root red face, and got quite worried. He then slid Ginny off of him.
"All the ways I could kill you, and then all the ways I could make your life a living hell!"
"Oh, well in that case, Gin, I think it's time for our wonton secrets to come out."
"Oh, good one, Harry." She raised her eyebrow at her fuming brother.
"Ron...explaination time." Harry went on, with the usual interuptions from Ron, of course, about him helping Ginny with her trunk.
"Oh, I see." He was blushing like mad.
"Yeah." Harry finshed fixing Ginny's trunk. "There, love."
"Thank you so much." She have him a quick kiss and sent him and Ron on their ways. They both walked to Harry's room, and entered it with trepidition. They had a lot to discuss and they both knew it.
"Harry, why Ginny? Why not some other bird?" He was totally serious with Harry, which was unnerving.
Harry sat down on his bed and shrugged his shoulders. "Fate? Destiny?" He looked quizically at Ron. Then turned away. "Look, last year was terrible for all of us. Just imagine for a second what I went through. I went down into that dungeon last year and say her lying there...lifeless...again, just like in the Chamber of Secrets. I realized how much I love her, and what I would do to keep her alive. I stood in front of the crutacius curse for her, and I almost took the killing curse for her, but Pettigrew had a debt to me, and took it instead.
"Look, Ron, nothing has happened between Ginny and I. But I won't promise you anything, you know that right?"
"I know Harry. I just can't seem to get over the idea that my sister is in so much danger, and it's not because of you, I know that. It's Voldemort--" Harry's eyes got so wide they looked like saucers. "Yes, Harry, I realized what you said to me what true. 'Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself'..."
"Dumbledore said that, not me."
"well, you passed the knowledge on to me."
"O-k." Harry was still shocked at Ron's revalution.
"Like I was saying. Voldemort wants my sister just as much as you right now. I just don't know how to deal with it."
"I know you don't. Neither do I or anyone else. I guess we just have to take it one day at a time.."
"I guess," Ron wasn't looking too sure. "Hey, Harry..."
"What, Ron?"
"Your room is a mess."
"Sod off, Ron."
"Right, Harry." He then took his cue, and left the room.
It took Harry a good hour to clean up the debris in his room. He had just remember he didn't pack socks. He searched his room, high and low. He searched every possible place, and then it dawned on him.
"GINNY!!!" He yelled down the stairs. "Run!! I'm going to kill you!!!"
"What Harry? What's the matter?" She was smiling innocently at him.
"Don't you dare deny it, wench. I know you have them."
"Don't have a clue what you're getting on about."
"You're evil."
"Not." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Well, I would start looking for whatever it is you're missing if I were you," she turned around to leave.
"Virginia Weasley, is that my Oxford shirt you're wearing?"
"Finders keepers!" She ran into her room and locked the door behind her. He heard her singing to the Weird Sisters on WNN.
"Uggh!"
He walked down to the landing and knocked not once...not twice...but three times. "Ginny?" He knocked on her door again.
"What is it Harry? Need anything?"
"Yes. Open up." He was starting to lose nerve, and if he lost anymore clothing he would be fuming. "Hurry up, Gin."
"Mhm?" She said as she opened the door.
"Damn it, Gin! You're driving me mad! Are those my boxer shorts?"
"Oh yes, black silk...my favorite." She winked at him, and started laughing.
"Mir.." He narrowed his eyes at her, and then had a wicked idea. "Molly!!!!! Ginny's got my boxers, shirt, and socks!"
"Virgina Ann Weasley! Stop stripping that boy!" He heard her running up the stairs, "He does need clothing for school!" He smiled maliciously at Ginny, who was giving him the death glare.
"Dead." That's all she could say, and then muttered something about showing him sock stealing...and then muttered. "War..."
"Oye." Harry said, shaking his head as he walked back into his room.