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Virginia tried to turn around, to see her love's face, but he wouldn't let her

"Not yet." He murmured.

"Why not?" Virginia cried. "Why won't you let me see your face? When will I know who you are?"

"You have to find out on your own" He said. He turned her around, but before she caught a glimpse of his face, he kissed her. She closed her eyes, kissed him back, and then…

She woke up.

"Damn it." Virginia muttered, "Damn it, damn it, damn it."

"What's wrong?" An amused voice asked.

"Oh, nothing." Virginia said sarcastically, "Just that I keep on having THE Dream, and He won't even let me see His face!! How am I supposed to find out who my soul mate is, if He won't even let me see His face?"

"Sorry, I can't help you with that, I don't have much luck with dreams." The boy said bitterly. Virginia recognised it as Harry Potter, and tried not to blush. Damn, not succeeding. She thought irritably.

"Believe me, you've got to have better luck than me." Virginia replied Oh, wonderful, why don't you just start whining. 'Oh Harry, it's so unfair! I can't control my dreams, and this guy keeps kissing me, and I've got an unbearable amount of sexual tension, wanna fix it for me?' Oh my god, I cannot believe I just thought that. Well believe it, you did. I think my brothers are having a bad effect on you. No shit, Sherlock. But maybe not our brothers so much, as eavesdropping on their conversations, seeing as you're the precious little angel who must be protected. Rub it in, why don't you? Ok. Ginny is a baby, doo dah, doo dah; Ginny is a baby, doo dah dee dah day. Bitch. And lovin' every second of it. "I hate my life." Virginia muttered. "Sweet dreams, Harry." She stormed up the stairs, leaving Harry with a lot to think about.

Harry frowned in puzzlement as Ginny, or rather, Virginia left the room. What had she meant? Why did she hate her life? Why were her dreams bothering her? And why did she keep on giving him those odd, half sad, half hopeful looks? Harry rubbed the tattoo on the inside of his wrist. It was a phoenix, and proclaimed to everyone that he was a part of the new Order, more importantly, a part of the council. Ron had one too, as did Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Sirius and Remus. They were slowly gathering more people, and Hermione was going to be initiated tomorrow. Harry was wondering whether he should ask Virginia if she wanted to join. He shook his head, she'd probably say 'no'. According to Hermione, she'd been hiding something for a while now, something that had to do with the fact that she was always tired of a nighttime, when she got back from 'helping Madame Pomfrey.' Harry wondered if that was actually what she was doing. Who could say? Wait just one second, He told himself, What are you saying? That Virginia is a Death Eater? Who can say? Another part of him said sadly, She doesn't really talk to us anymore, and Hermione says she has a secret that she won't reveal. That doesn't mean she's evil! Who knows? Sighing, Harry got up, and went to bed.

Virginia hesitated, her fist hovering over the door. Finally, she sighed, and went to rap hard, only the door opened, and instead, she punched Harry Potter in the nose!

"Ow!" He yelped, holding his nose, which had started to bleed. Virginia stared at the blood in horror.

"Omigod!" She yelped. "Harry, I'm so sorry!" She grabbed his arm, and dragged him back into the dorm, which, mercifully, was empty. "Are you ok?"

"No, I dond thingk I ab," He said thickly. "I thingk you broke my nobe."

"Oh, dear. Ok, take your hands away." Harry shot her a suspicious look.

"I want to assess the damage is all!"

Reluctantly, Harry took his hands away from his nose. He watched, as Virginia gently moved her hands over his face, as if she really was evaluating the damage, but her eyes were closed. To his astonishment, he felt the pain leave his face, and could literally sense the bones and cartilage healing, moving back into their correct spots, quicker than anything. She moaned slightly, and when she opened her eyes, Harry could see dull pain in those chocolatey orbs.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently. She smiled, but he knew a forced smile when he saw one.

"I'm fine." She said. Harry rubbed his right hand over the phoenix tattoo. He felt that she was telling the truth, but that she was holding something back.

"How did you do that?" He asked, "I mean, how'd you heal my nose like that?"

"Simple." She said, "I used my wand."

"You're lying." He said, rubbing the tattoo again. "I can tell."

"What did you do to your wrist, that you keep rubbing it like that?" She asked, and, before he could stop her, she'd grabbed his left arm, and turned it over. She went pale when she saw the tattoo. "Oh. My. God." She said quietly.

"It's just a tattoo." He hastened to explain, "All of the Order Council has them. So do Ron, and your other brothers. Your dad has one too, as do Sirius, Remus, all the teachers, and Hermione's getting one tomorrow, when she's initiated."

"Oh." Virginia said. "Why didn't she tell me?"

"It's a secret," Harry said. Obviously, it was the wrong thing to say.

"Oh, of course." She said stiltedly. "A 'secret'. I mean, why bother to tell me, Little Gin-Gin anything, right?" Her voice was bitter, "I need to be protected, of course! I've always needed to be protected, ever since Voldemort took over my body! Not like I didn't pay enough for that, the whole school found out, and now only Tabitha Nichols wants to be friends with me, oh no, I have to be kept out of these kinds of decisions too, decisions that have to do with my friends, and my family! I can't believe it!" Harry tried to comfort her,

"It's not that, we couldn't tell anyone," He began,

"Then Mum doesn't know?" She looked hopeful for a moment.

"Er-"

"I hate you! I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"GINNY!" Ron walked in just in time to hear his sister's swearing.

"Don't even get me started, Ron." She hissed at him, she literally felt her aura become visible, a writhing mass of brilliant reds and poisonous greens. Ron blinked, and stepped back. "I've had enough of you guys keeping secrets from me. Until you feel ready to tell me everything, I'm not talking to a single one of you." She shot her arrow out, not to heal, but to hurt, and struck them both hard on the head with it, causing them to wince. "Enjoy your headaches, boys." She said spitefully, storming out.