Chapter 5, Part II: Cold Cold Heart
Author: Punkin/Buttamellow
DISCLAIMER: Yet again.I own nothing that has anything to do with the wonderful world of Harry Potter.although there are times I wish I did. I mean who wouldn't want to be a world renowned writer that has created a world of magic and mystery?
Dedication: To the two people who have helped me the most with this story, I wouldn't be here without you. Guerry and Aimee. Thanks for everything.
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I've tried so hard my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
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A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart
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Another love before my time
Made your heart sad an' blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
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In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart
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There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
To a memory
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The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart
"Cold Cold Heart", by Norah Jones
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June 25, 1996 Dear Harry,
How are you? I hope you're doing fine and that you're not having any trouble with those horrid relatives of yours. I'm doing fine, I guess. Mum keeps breathing down my neck and won't stop pampering me and coddling me as though I was a little child. Things around here are as normal as they possibly can be. It was really hard when I first arrived home. I'm sure Ron or Mione told you that I had to go home early because Madame Pomfrey feared that the ride home would be too much stress and excitement and would cause my recuperation to take longer. Therefore, I left school a whole week early. I felt as though I was a 10 year old all over again. Bill and Charlie off at work, Percy too for that matter, and all the rest being off at school having all the fun. Sigh. . .oh whoa is me! Trying to add a little drama into your life Harry (wink wink). It's funny you know. Ron and I used to be so close and now. . .well, never mind you probably don't want to hear about that. It's just that. . .and don't you dare tell him this.I miss him. He just hurt my feelings so much that I don't know if I can take the chance of letting him back into my little circle again. You know, that circle where only the most important people are kept. . .I think a certain person might be in there as well but seeing as though he didn't come and visit me in the hospital wing, I'm not so sure. Joking. . .just joking you are definitely on that list; you are my friend.
Well back to the important part. . .the boys finally came home a week later with some stories to tell. Harry, I'm so glad that you weren't expelled. I would've felt guilty for the rest of my life. I also heard that we won the House Cup for yet another year. I was so excited when they told me. I also heard that Ron and Mione had a "make up" session according to Mione but according to Fred and George-that up was definitely an out. Those two amuse me quite a lot I have to say-Ron and Hermione I mean-not that Fred and George don't amuse me, they do-it's just that Ron and Mione's relationship is so funny, one minute they're fighting the next they just can't seem to keep their hands off each other. Eeww-nasty image.
I was quite surprised when Bill and Charlie came for a vacation about the time that the boys arrived. It was like old times-well almost, things are still a little. . .strained. . . between the boy genius and myself. Everything will work itself out though-I'm just still recovering. I know this letter is getting long but I feel as though I haven't talked to you in forever cause, well, I haven't. It's been a little over a month now and I figured you might want something to occupy your time.
Well, I guess I better let you go because I know you're aunt and uncle must be calling you to do chores now. Harry, we're trying to get Dumbledore to let you over here but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. We'll keep on trying though. I'll write you soon alright. Please try and find time to write me because I'm currently cramped up into this stuffy little place they seem to believe is a bedroom. I'm joking, I love my room I'm just getting a little antsy is all.
One more thing before I go-please know that it wasn't your fault. If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have made it. . .again. Thank you so much Harry. You'll never know how much it means to me or my family.
Your FRIEND,
Gin
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July 1, 1996
Dear Harry,
I do hope you are alright. It's just that I haven't heard from you yet and I am beginning to worry. Mione says that I shouldn't worry because she has heard from you but I do. I can't help it. Are you alright Harry? The Muggles aren't hurting you are they? I hope not. Well, it's only been a week so I'm going to assume that you are okay for right now.
Fred and George are still working away at inventing jokes for their upcoming joke shop. I think they've actually saved enough money somehow to start one soon too since they just graduated. Well, their newest joke is called Meddy Bears.
Supposedly Fred and George snuck to a Muggle town during the first time they were home and saw some Muggle candy called Gummy Bears. Have you ever had any Harry? Fred and George brought me a pack back to taste them and I have to say they're quite delicious. But, back to the point, Fred and George came up with this ingenious idea which ended in being Meddy Bears named solely for me. How you may ask? Well, let me enlighten you my dear friend. You see, all of my brothers have a nickname they call me: Bill called me Tonic (I'll explain that one to you in another letter, for some reason he keeps looking over my shoulder), Charlie calls me Dragon because of my *blush* "fiery personality" as he phrases it, Ron calls me (feel free to tease him about it all you want) Gin-Gin, and Percy oddly enough calls me Ginnybug and he has for as long as I can remember.
Well, considering Fred and George have to do EVERYTHING together they also have to have the same nickname for me-it's horrid, let me tell you. You see, when I was a little girl I had a stuffed snake named Meddy-short for Medusa. As Dad tells it I loved that snake so much that I brought it around with me everywhere. Well, one day when I was about five I guess the twins decided it'd be funny to somehow charm my hair into snakes. Not only that, but they managed to charm Meddy into moving as well. Let's just say that from then on I decidedly disliked snakes and I couldn't even look at Meddy without crying. Quit laughing you! It's not funny! Well Fred and George decided that although *I* didn't have a Meddy anymore *they* did and from then on I was called Meddy.
Mum and Dad are doing fine and they are still trying to convince Dumbledore into letting you visit. They send you their love. The boys say that they are pining for you and that they want you bad. Silly boys. I think they're just trying to cheer you up. We ALL miss you Harry and we all worry about you. Please stay safe and if you EVER need anything please owl us no matter what time it is.
Harry, remember that it's not your fault. I made it. I'm alright. Thank you.
Your FRIEND,
Gin
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July 8, 1996
Dear Harry,
I'm not going to question you at the moment about why you haven't written me yet. I'm just going to assume that my letters have been lost on the way. . .although Ron's and Mione's and Fred and George's and even Mum and Dad's letters haven't been lost. . .I'm just going to assume that mine has.
Alright I promised you I'd tell you why Bill calls me Tonic and that is what I'm planning to do. Well first of all let me inform you that Bill lived with the Muggles for awhile before he decided that he wanted to become a curse breaker at Gringott's. He was 18 then and spent some time getting to know the night life as he so eloquently phrases it. . .in other words he spent some time in the bars. I may be young but I am definitely not that naïve. Second I have to tell you my biggest secret ever. I'm afraid I'll have to kill you if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone. Alright now that I've said that just know that you've been warned Mister! Well, my real name is Virginia-as you already know so that's no big surprise. The big thing though is that my middle name is-well my whole name is Virginia Noelle Weasley. Therefore, when Bill returned home and I was about five he said he'd come up with the best nickname for me. Tonic. I don't know how well you know Muggle alcoholic drinks Harry but Bill said his favorite was a Gin and Tonic. Get it? Gin N. Tonic. My, my brother is special, isn't he? (Smirking like a pro.)
Well Mum's calling me down for dinner. Write to me Harry to assuage my fears. I'll write soon.
Note to Harry: It's not your fault. You saved me and I'm okay. Thank you. (Am I even making a point yet?)
Your friend ALWAYS,
Gin
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July 17, 1996
Dear Harry,
Sorry that I haven't been able to write until now. Why aren't you writing me Harry? Did I do something wrong? Why did I do to make you mad? Please tell me. I miss talking to you. Ron says that you're fine and that the Dursley's are treating you well and I'm glad. I know that you are getting my letters. At least I hope you are. Harry? Are you getting these letters? Oh well, I'm going to continue writing you even if you don't write me. You must just be busy.
Let's see, let's see. Hmmm. . .some more news to let you in on. Oh yeah. Ron and I finally came to a truce. Ever since, well, ever since that day in the hospital we haven't exactly been on speaking terms. I don't know if either he or Mione have filled you in on it or not but I'm just going to assume that you know. Since Ron has returned home he has been thinking of different ways to apologize to me. He's tried sucking up to me by buying me things-good but not the right choice. He's tried writing me notes and slipping them under the door. He's even groveled-I'm serious, my brother has gotten down on his hands and knees and begged for forgiveness. It was an amusing sight and although he's my brother and I love him he had no right to all but say that you shouldn't have left the common room to come and save me. Sorry Harry I didn't mean to go into that. He broke my heart but that's all I have to say about that subject.
Back to the good stuff, Ron apologizing. (Insert cheesy grin) It was a little odd when Ron came barging into my room one afternoon when the rest of the family was gone. I was just a little bit more than perturbed because I was at the really good part of a book that Hermione had lent me (stop laughing!). It's a really good book about a dark lord and a ring and some small men with furry feet. You should read it sometime. It's part of a trilogy. I'm only on the first book The Fellowship of the Ring. You should definitely read it sometime. But, I'm digressing. So Ron runs into my room and just as I'm about to tear him another one he puts a finger up to his mouth signaling that I must remain quiet. I see his eyes darting back and forth and I notice that he has his wand firmly grasped in his hand. Not that that is anything weird this summer since the new ordinate that was past due to Tom being back. I closed my book and gave him a questioning look. He replied with two words: 'They're coming.'
Of course you can guess the first thing that came to my mind so I jumped and grabbed my wand and tiptoed so I was standing closely behind Ron. He held out his hand for me and my trembling hand grasped it without question. Ron kept looking over his shoulder as he led me out of the house and toward my pasture. My field. The one that I used to play in as a child. Ron used to join me and together we'd play for hours. I followed him without question and he brought me to our secret spot. I'm sorry I can't divulge that information because we promised that it'd remain between just the two of us. When we finally sat down in our spot I worked up the nerve to ask him. 'Who's coming?' He then told me that the family would be home soon and that he needed to talk to me alone. I cuffed him in the shoulder and told him not to scare me like that again. His only response was 'I'm sorry but would you have come with me any other way?' I thought about it for awhile and I knew he was right.
Ron then started fidgeting with a piece of thread that was coming out of his trousers. After a few seconds he looked back up at me and said 'I also thought it'd remind you of when we were young. Remember when we used to play Aurors and Deatheaters. We had so much fun then. We talked about everything.' I looked up at him and said, "Yeah I remember but Ron things changed." He sighed and then went on to tell me that it was all his fault things had changed. He had been so wrapped up in everything else that he forgot about me. He looked so genuine and he didn't try to suck up or grovel that I had to forgive him. It's going to take a while to get things back the way they were and they may never get to that exact point but at least we're trying. I missed him so much Harry. He's my brother and I missed him. I missed him more than Bill and Charlie and he was right there.
Harry please if you can't confide in me find someone to confide in. Ron and Hermione say that you are still sticking to the niceties in your letters and always saying that you're fine. I hope you are fine Harry. Please be safe and happy. You're my friend Harry and I worry about you. I know you're just thinking that I shouldn't but I can't help it. I'll write you soon. I hope my letters are bringing some light into your life.
Please quit blaming yourself. It's not your fault. You're only a teenager for Merlin's sake. Don't put the rest of the world on your shoulders. Let us help you. Thank you Harry. I'll be thanking you every day for the rest of my life. Even if I annoy you to death. (wink) Maybe I should get you a singing card for you birthday. Hmmm. . .
Your friend NO MATTER WHAT,
Gin ~*~
July 31, 1996
Dear Harry,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! OK. . . now for the singing part. (Let me clear my throat)
*HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU* *YOU LIVE IN A ZOO* *YOU SMELL LIKE A BLAST-ENDED SKREWT* *AND YOU LOOK LIKE ONE TOO!*
Okay, okay, so the letter doesn't sing. You'll just have to imagine it does. ;) I figured you'd had enough of the whole singing card scenario and so this'll just have to do. I hope you know I'm just joking about you looking like a blast-ended skrewt. I can't joke about you smelling like them though. You smell pretty foul after Quidditch practice.
But, you're 16 now. How does it feel? Do you feel any different? Just think, only one more year and you'll be a full-fledged wizard. Come on-I think you should at least do a little bit of a happy dance about that.
Ok, so about you're attached present. I thought long and hard about what to get you. I knew I couldn't get you a book because that was Mione's job and there was no point in getting you something that was Quidditch oriented because you either already had it or you were getting something from Ron. I don't know what Snuffles got you but I bet it was something nice and from you parents and Hagrid probably got you something downright scary. So, I went to all the stores in search of something but I just couldn't find anything that suited you. Then it came to me and I knew exactly what to get you.
I remembered exactly where it was and I charmed it so that it doesn't start looking tattered with age. Just know Harry that although I said that it made me cry when I thought of it, it doesn't mean that I didn't still love it. It broke my heart when I put it away. I felt like I was losing a piece of my childhood. So, there it is-in the package attached. I hope you like it. It's not a fresh-pickled toad but it does remind me of your eyes (wink!). I also hope it reminds you of me just a little bit. It may even make you laugh a little. Whatever it does I hope you take good care of it.
Happy 16th Birthday Harry. Have a good one.
Your friend,
Gin
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August 9, 1996
Dear Harry,
I hope you had a good birthday and I hope you liked your present considering I still haven't heard from you. Let's see, what can I tell you to bring a little light into your life? Oh yeah, Mum accidentally ate one of those Meddy Bears and her hair turned into snakes for a whole half hour. You missed it. It was quite funny if I say so myself. They kept rubbing up against Mum like they were kittens. Mum was yelling at Fred and George so much that her face turned a bright red. At the end of it the snakes stiffened and blew out steam. . .they sounded like the Hogwarts Express blowing its whistle. It was so funny. Mum with her red face and steam blowing out of her head. It was quite a sight. I think we even got a picture of it. We'll have to show it to you sometime.
Well, Fred and George are outside battling with the garden gnomes at the moment. I'm sitting in my room while I'm writing you this letter and watching them through the window. Ouch. . .one just attached itself to Fred's ear. It looks so funny. Hold on one-second.
Ok. I'm sorry I needed to catch my breath. I was laughing so hard. You should've seen Fred try and throw that thing off. He was screeching at the top of his lungs and flinging his head from one side to the other. Not to mention the fact that his hands were flailing about. George tried to help him but he was laughing too hard. I think eventually Fred swung his head to the side and flung it over the wall. Fred is currently glaring at George who is rolling around on the ground clutching his sides. Uh oh. The gnomes are starting to creep toward George. They're surrounding him! What would my brothers do without me? I had better go. Hope you're doing alright and please write me soon.
Thanks Harry. Please know that it's not your fault. I know that you're not as dense as Ron is but since you are friends with him it doesn't give you too much hope. Sorry but the truth sometimes hurts. Just kidding.
Your friend,
Gin
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August 22, 1996
Dear Harry,
I'll be seeing you in less than two weeks and I've been writing you for a little over two months. When I see you, you better have a good explanation as to why you haven't written me yet. Harry, I thought you were my friend. You promised me that you'd stop running off. Harry you may not physically be running off from me but you sure as hell aren't bothering to write me. Harry I hope that you have found someone to talk to and that you aren't keeping it all inside again. I know you don't want to hear about this but we (Ron, Mione and I) are worried about you. Me especially. At least you have the decency to write them back. I'm sorry Harry. I don't mean to take out all of my anger on you.
Mum finally allowed me to go outside on my own this week. I needed to breathe. I felt as though I was suffocating from all of the pampering I was receiving from my family. The only person who isn't treating me like a baby is Ron, surprisingly enough. I made my way to my field and just sat out there for hours. I brought my book and sat below one of the trees that I loved to sit under as a child. Harry, this Lord of the Rings series that Hermione told me that I needed to read is very good. I really think you should take some time and read it. It surprises me how much it reminds me of you. The whole fate of the world depended on one small being and everyone depended on him. I think you and Frodo have a whole lot in common. One thing though is that I don't want you to end up alone like Frodo did. Know that we're all here for you and that we love you Harry.
I stayed outside and read for a long time until I fell asleep. Ron eventually came and found me but by the time I returned home Mum was so angry at me. It's not my fault I fell asleep.
Well Mum seems to have an eye just like Mad-Eye did. She has it on me at all times. Also Hermione is here now and even though Ron is taking up most of her time, I have to help entertain as well. Harry we tried so hard to get Dumbledore to let you come and visit. Well, we'll see you soon Harry. We're going to get our books tomorrow. Mum says that she can get you your books as well if you just send her the money for them. Ron will give them to you on the way to school. I'll see you there Harry. I hope that my letters are helping at least to entertain you a bit. I'm glad to be of service. Well, Harry I'll talk to you later, if you can please write me, if not I'll just see you on the train.
Remember: It isn't your fault. None of it is. Thank you for everything Harry.
Your friend,
Gin
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Ginny put her quill down and read over her letter one more time just to make sure that it didn't seem as though she was whining. She sighed and finally realized that she didn't care either way and picked up the letter. She folded it up and placed it inside an envelope and then made her way upstairs to Ron's room. Once at the top flight, she paused noticing that Ron's door was closed. Cautiously, she walked up to it and then rapped lightly on the door in order to give the occupants some time to organize themselves. She chuckled a little bit as she heard a little squeal and heard someone else who she supposed was Ron bump into what she supposed was his wardrobe. She snickered slightly when she heard him exclaim something and then heard Hermione admonish him for his language. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal a rather disgruntled Ron and an embarrassed Hermione who was standing a few centimeters behind him trying unsuccessfully to flatten her hair. Ginny decided that it'd be best to keep her snickers hidden so that she didn't anger her favorite brother and further embarrass his girlfriend.
Ron stood at the door looking at Ginny for a few seconds and then realized that she was holding a letter in her hand. "For Harry?" he asked and motioned with his head toward the letter.
"As always. Do you mind if I borrow Pig?" Ginny said as Ron moved to the side in order to let her through. Hermione moved back to the bed and sat down patting a spot next to her. Ginny gladly took the seat and inwardly smiled as Ron sat down behind Hermione and intertwined his fingers with hers. A knot began to form in Ginny's stomach though and she felt almost guilty for being jealous of her best friend and brother. "I just don't see why I bother anymore. He's never going to write me back."
"Ginny, Harry's a fickle sort. I've-we've been friends with him for going on six years and there are things we have yet to figure out about him. He's almost as dense as Ron here," Hermione paused to pat Ron's head with her free hand.
"Hey I resent that." Ron said raising one eyebrow.
"More like resemble it," Ginny stated under her breath. Ron glared at his sister and opened his mouth in order to retort but Ginny cut him off. "But Mione, as you were saying."
"Oh yes. Well, you see he's so dense because he thinks that what he's doing is for the well being of others, even if in the long run it will hurt them."
"Yeah, like I said. He's so bloody noble that he never stops to think about things in a different perspective." It was now Ginny's turn to glare at Ron. "Hey, hey! I didn't mean it that way. I promise. I may be dense but I'm not stupid okay!" Ron said raising his free hand in an 'I surrender' position.
It was now time for both girls to turn toward Ron and raise an eyebrow at him. "Hey that's not even fair. Alright, alright. So I am stupid and dense. But I know when not to bring up a touchy subject again. Urgh, can we just get on with it?" Ron said looking between the two girls.
"Oh my."
"Oh Merlin."
"Did Ron really just admit to being.?"
"Both dense and stupid?"
"I think he did."
"Wow, now I've heard everything. What have you done to him Hermione? Please whatever it is.continue!" Ginny said before the two started to laugh uncontrollably.
Sometime later Ginny returned to her room in greater spirits. Her letter, having been sent off, was one lest thing on her To Do list. She slowly changed into her pajamas and got ready for bed. She then got underneath her covers and sighed contentedly knowing that her dreams were no longer plagued with visions. At least they weren't for the moment that is. She turned over and grabbed one of the pillows on her bed and looked out her window trying to find a star. She sad her prayers and then slowly fell to sleep. Tomorrow would be a busy day indeed.
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One thing that every Weasley must learn to confront is the fact that silence is a blessing that one rarely finds. Silence exudes peacefulness, and peacefulness and Weasley negate each other.
When Ginny awoke the next morning she was bombarded by the sound of laughter while someone was screeching. She smirked; Gred and Forge were at it again. She wondered who the latest volunteer or cough-victim-cough was. She sat up in bed and was about to put on her slippers in order to investigate, but the conflict came straight to her. Hermione threw the door open causing it to slam into the opposite wall.
Ginny just sat there wide eyed for a moment taking the disgruntled appearance of her friend in. Hermione was, well she was orange to put it bluntly. Not only that, but her hair was a neon green. Ginny flinched when she saw Hermione cross her arms over her chest and narrow her eyes as though she was daring Ginny to say something.
Hermione then stomped over to her bed and flopped down on it letting out a big sigh. She then covered her face with her pillow and let out a loud screech. 'Well,' Ginny thought, 'at least I know who the source of the screech was now.' As she grimaced trying to block out the sound she noticed that the dynamic duo were hiding behind her door frame watching the result of their latest experiment. Hermione, meanwhile, had uncovered her face and moved in to a sitting position, with her knees to her chest, clutching the pillow tightly between her hands.
"Feel better?" Ginny offered. Hermione nodded her head. Ginny then motioned with her head and mouthed the words 'Go Away' to her brothers. "Care to talk about it?" Hermione shrugged. "You know I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but those prats turned my hair into snakes when I was five."
"Really? That's horrible."
"Yeah I know. Care to talk about it?" Ginny offered again.
"Urgh. You're brothers are complete wankers. They put some type of potion in my shampoo and soap and now I look like some sort of Umpa Lumpa!"
"It's not that bad Mione."
"How can you say it's not that bad? I'm orange for goodness sakes!"
"And it looks so good on you too." Ron said as he poked his head through the door.
"Ron quit joking around." Hermione scolded.
"I'm not. I'm being serious. I love the color orange don't I Gin-Gin?" Ron said as he moved over to the bed and sat down next to Hermione, putting his arm over his shoulder and pulling her close to him. Ginny felt another clench in her heart but pushed it aside.
"Yeah, he really does Mione. Why else would he love the Cannons so much? They can't even win a match?" She answered with her eyes twinkling.
"Hey, I resent that! They just, well they're just in a rut right now.but they'll get better!" Ron stated not realizing that he had totally been rigged in. The two girls looked at each other and choked down their laughter.
"I look absolutely horrible. How am I supposed to go to Diagon Alley like this? I'm serious! I look like an Umpa Lumpa!" Hermione said looking between Ron and Ginny.
"Umm.Hermione. Not to sound weird or anything. But what is an Umpa Lumpa?" Ginny said looking utterly confused.
"Oh sorry." Hermione blushed. "It's in a Muggle movie called Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Willy Wonka has these workers that are called Umpa Lumpas and they are orange with green hair. The only difference is that they are really short and they talk in riddles."
"Oh ok." Answered Ron and Ginny looking between each other, still confused.
"It's not important." Hermione said noticing their still confused looks. "The important thing is how am I supposed to go to Diagon Alley looking like this?" she looked as though she was on the verge of tears.
"Ah, we'll get you all fixed up. Let's go down and see what Mum can do. I bet she can have you back to normal in no time?" Ron said removing her hand from the pillow and taking it into his own and squeezing it.
"Really? You think so?" Hermione said using her other hand to swat at her eyes.
"I know so." Ron said standing and then pulling Hermione to her feet as well. They began to exit the room when Ron turned around and faced Ginny. "Coming Gin?" asked.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a few. Just let me change." Ron nodded and then walked out the door with Hermione in tow.
Ginny sighed and grabbed a few things to wear. She changed quickly and then looked at herself critically in the mirror. She then nodded to reflection and made her way down the stairs.
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It took a little bit longer than they had expected to rid Hermione of all of her "vibrancy". Molly had worked very diligently and about two hours later Hermione was back to normal. Hermione had sighed with relief and thanked Molly profusely. Molly had just told her it was the least she could do after her devious sons had treated her such.
Ginny grimaced when she thought of how much work Fred and George were going to have to do now. She figured that at the rate they were going they'd be doing chores for the rest of their lives, just to finish the ones they had gotten this summer.
After Lunch, Ron, Hermione and Ginny made their way to Diagon Alley in order to get their books and supplies. Molly, who had been planning to go with them, had told them to go on so that she could make sure Fred and George were doing a good job cleaning the attic. The twins, of course, had groaned when they had heard the news. The three had left with hugs from Molly and command for Ron to watch after the girls.
The day had been rather uneventful. They only thing that might have been considered as amusing would have been the tiff between Ron and Hermione about whether to go to Flourish and Blotts or the Quidditch Supplies store first. They had then turned to Ginny in order to make her decide. She, not wanting to cause a fuss, had calmly suggested that they go and get their supplies for potions first. Ron and Hermione had nodded their head and acquiesced and the three were off.
After that the day had gone along smoothly and the three gathered their books and supplies without any problems. They had stopped to get a butterbeer at The Leaky Cauldron before making their way through the Floo.
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The last week had been rather hectic to say the least. Fred and George were constantly doing chores and Percy was busy trying to move out. He had decided that it was high time that he move into his own flat. 'So he could spend more time with Penny,' Ginny thought wickedly. Percy had finally gotten the nerve to ask his long time girlfriend Penelope to marry him during the first week of July. The family had been so ecstatic and Molly had started to cry with joy. They had planned to have the wedding next June after everyone had returned home.
Ron, who had been so busy trying to get Ginny to forgive him during the beginning of summer was now trying to finish his homework at the last minute while Hermione stood over him admonishing that he should've done it sooner. Ginny, like Hermione, had finished her homework during the first month of summer. Unlike Hermione though, she had completed the assignments out of sheer boredom.
Arthur was forced to stay at the office until late at night and Molly was busy helping the children pack and keeping an eye on Fred and George.
Ginny, who had found sometime to herself, made her way to her field again the last day in order to say goodbye for the year. She sat under her favorite tree and looked over her "heaven". The sun reflected off the green grass and kissed the wild flowers that grew everywhere. She hummed to herself as she looked up at the clear blue sky. It was rare that the sky was so clear and so blue. Normally, the weather was rather dreary. To say it rained a lot in England was the understatement of the century.
Ginny leaned against the tree and closed her eyes, taking in all that was around her. She heard the breeze rustle the leaves above and the grass rustle beneath her feet as she moved them back and forth. She felt the sun kiss her skin and she knew that it was true that the sun made you happy. She listened for a few moments and then opened her eyes. She stood up and brushed herself off and then took off.
She ran as fast as she could and as hard as she could. The wind whipped her hair behind her and the grass tickled her feet. She forgot about everything: her family, school, her lack of friends her age, the Chamber, the war, and Harry. She especially forgot about Harry. She ran until she could run no longer and then plopped down on the ground and looked up at the sky. She tried to catch her breath as she watched the clouds roll by. She was so happy. She felt so peaceful, so alive.
Then suddenly, she started to laugh. Her laughter rang through the field and up to the sky. She laughed until her sides ached and tears rolled down her cheeks. She stayed there until after the sun set.
The sky had been beautiful. She had sat with her legs crossed and looked toward the horizon. It was painted with the most vivid colors Ginny had ever seen before in her whole life. She made a mental picture of it and decided that this would be the source for her Patronous. The sky painted as a rainbow with vivid colors of red, orange and violet.
Sometime later Ginny made her way back to the Burrow.
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'Will there ever be a day when we Weasley's are not rushing in order to make it to Platform 9 ¾ on time?" Ginny thought as she sat at the table watching her family rush around the house with amusement plainly written on her face.
Ron had woken up late and had yet to finish packing. Hermione who had been packed all week was following him around hounding him to hurry up. Mrs. Weasley was busy ironing all of school robes and fixing breakfast simultaneously. And Ginny, well, Ginny had risen early and was sitting with her feet propped up in the chair next to her waiting to go.
Although she hadn't though about Harry yesterday in the field, he was most definitely the first thing that popped into her mind when she awoke that morning. She had taken extra care in getting ready and had replayed what she was going to say to him.
She needed to know why he hadn't written he all summer. She wanted to make sure he was ok. Basically, she just wanted to see him again.
Finally the family had gotten themselves together and had put the three trunks into the car. Percy had offered to get a Ministry car and drive them to the train station. They all had been flabbergasted at the offer to say the least. Penny was definitely having an effect on him.
They arrived with five minutes to spare. Ron and Hermione rushed through the wall first with Molly and Ginny in tow. Molly had tearfully hugged them all farewell and they had put their trunks on the train.
Ginny was now walking around the train aimlessly trying to find Harry. Ron and Hermione had "disappeared" as soon as they had gotten on the train. Ginny smirked. Her Mum had not only been watching her with the eye that rivaled Moody's but them as well.
Not exactly watching where she was going because she was looking into the compartment windows she bumped into something sturdy-or rather, someone.
Ginny looked up and was met the guarded expression of Harry Potter. "Harry, it's so good to see you." Ginny said reaching up and hugging him. He stiffened. Ginny pulled away confused.
"Oh. Hi Ginny." Harry replied as though he was talking to a mere acquaintance.
Ginny stepped back cautiously and then pulled him into the empty compartment next to them. She closed the door and turned around to face him. "Harry, why didn't you write me this summer?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I was busy. I had more important things to do." Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was worried. The least you could do was tell me that you were ok." Ginny said crossing her arms over her chest as well.
"You could've asked Ron or Hermione or Fred and George or your Mum and Dad for that matter how I was doing." Harry said tapping his foot on the ground as though she were wasting his time.
"Harry, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" Ginny asked quietly, her eyes flashing.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said nonchalantly.
"Yes you do. You promised me you wouldn't do this again."
Harry huffed. "Do what?"
"Shutting yourself off Harry. I thought we were friends." Ginny said swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat.
"Ginny. You were just there when I needed someone to talk to. That's it. Now I don't need you anymore. Get a grip."
Ginny blinked her eyes rapidly and tears streamed down her face. "But.but."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "But what Ginny? But I saved you? You're Ron's baby sister of course I would've saved you. But I promised? Ginny, you and I both know that promises are for shit."
Ginny swatted at her eyes and then took in a deep breath. She clenched her fists and looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I don't know what I ever saw in you, Harry Potter." She whispered the last words and then turned and ran out of the compartment missing the rapid change of expression on Harry's face.
People were coming out of the compartment trying to see what the commotion was all about. Ron and Hermione even came out of one compartment and Ron grabbed Ginny's arm. Ginny beat against his chest trying to get him to let her go.
"Gin-Gin, what's wrong?" Tears continued to stream down her face and her voice was choked with sobs.
"Harry." was all she managed to get out before she tore away from him again and dashed down the train.
Ron's eyes narrowed. "Potter." and he took off in the direction that Ginny had come from with Hermione following behind him.
Ginny continued to run until she ran into yet another solid form. She fell backwards, crumpled on the floor.
"What the.? Weasley, look where you're going!" Ginny looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy glaring down at her. She got to her feet again.
"Get out of my way Malfoy." She choked, and she pushed past him.
He grabbed her arm noticing that she had been crying. "Weasley." Ginny looked away. Malfoy looked around and then pulled her into his empty compartment. Ginny looked around the compartment scared. "Weasley." he tried again. "Ginny," Ginny turned her head and looked at him, her face blotchy and tearstained, "Are you alright?"
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Until the next installment
A/N: I'm working at a faster pace now. I should be able to get one or two chapters out a week at the rate I'm going. Hope you like it so far. Thank you to all my lovely reviewers. It makes me giddy when I see that I've gotten mail that says bot@fanfiction.net. Thanks ya'll. OH yeah.any guesses on what Ginny gave Harry for his birthday? ;)
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Agi Vega: Chapter 1: Of course H and G forever. Is there anything else?
Chapter 2: Sorry about the whole misspelling Dobby thing. I write in the middle of the night while I'm at school and so I wasn't thinking. No excuse though. Thanks! Chapter 3: Yeah, they're getting closer and then Harry has to go and be the prat he's being and cut off communication. Guys.urgh!
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Author: Punkin/Buttamellow
DISCLAIMER: Yet again.I own nothing that has anything to do with the wonderful world of Harry Potter.although there are times I wish I did. I mean who wouldn't want to be a world renowned writer that has created a world of magic and mystery?
Dedication: To the two people who have helped me the most with this story, I wouldn't be here without you. Guerry and Aimee. Thanks for everything.
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I've tried so hard my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
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A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart
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Another love before my time
Made your heart sad an' blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
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In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart
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There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
To a memory
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The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold, cold heart
"Cold Cold Heart", by Norah Jones
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June 25, 1996 Dear Harry,
How are you? I hope you're doing fine and that you're not having any trouble with those horrid relatives of yours. I'm doing fine, I guess. Mum keeps breathing down my neck and won't stop pampering me and coddling me as though I was a little child. Things around here are as normal as they possibly can be. It was really hard when I first arrived home. I'm sure Ron or Mione told you that I had to go home early because Madame Pomfrey feared that the ride home would be too much stress and excitement and would cause my recuperation to take longer. Therefore, I left school a whole week early. I felt as though I was a 10 year old all over again. Bill and Charlie off at work, Percy too for that matter, and all the rest being off at school having all the fun. Sigh. . .oh whoa is me! Trying to add a little drama into your life Harry (wink wink). It's funny you know. Ron and I used to be so close and now. . .well, never mind you probably don't want to hear about that. It's just that. . .and don't you dare tell him this.I miss him. He just hurt my feelings so much that I don't know if I can take the chance of letting him back into my little circle again. You know, that circle where only the most important people are kept. . .I think a certain person might be in there as well but seeing as though he didn't come and visit me in the hospital wing, I'm not so sure. Joking. . .just joking you are definitely on that list; you are my friend.
Well back to the important part. . .the boys finally came home a week later with some stories to tell. Harry, I'm so glad that you weren't expelled. I would've felt guilty for the rest of my life. I also heard that we won the House Cup for yet another year. I was so excited when they told me. I also heard that Ron and Mione had a "make up" session according to Mione but according to Fred and George-that up was definitely an out. Those two amuse me quite a lot I have to say-Ron and Hermione I mean-not that Fred and George don't amuse me, they do-it's just that Ron and Mione's relationship is so funny, one minute they're fighting the next they just can't seem to keep their hands off each other. Eeww-nasty image.
I was quite surprised when Bill and Charlie came for a vacation about the time that the boys arrived. It was like old times-well almost, things are still a little. . .strained. . . between the boy genius and myself. Everything will work itself out though-I'm just still recovering. I know this letter is getting long but I feel as though I haven't talked to you in forever cause, well, I haven't. It's been a little over a month now and I figured you might want something to occupy your time.
Well, I guess I better let you go because I know you're aunt and uncle must be calling you to do chores now. Harry, we're trying to get Dumbledore to let you over here but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. We'll keep on trying though. I'll write you soon alright. Please try and find time to write me because I'm currently cramped up into this stuffy little place they seem to believe is a bedroom. I'm joking, I love my room I'm just getting a little antsy is all.
One more thing before I go-please know that it wasn't your fault. If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have made it. . .again. Thank you so much Harry. You'll never know how much it means to me or my family.
Your FRIEND,
Gin
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July 1, 1996
Dear Harry,
I do hope you are alright. It's just that I haven't heard from you yet and I am beginning to worry. Mione says that I shouldn't worry because she has heard from you but I do. I can't help it. Are you alright Harry? The Muggles aren't hurting you are they? I hope not. Well, it's only been a week so I'm going to assume that you are okay for right now.
Fred and George are still working away at inventing jokes for their upcoming joke shop. I think they've actually saved enough money somehow to start one soon too since they just graduated. Well, their newest joke is called Meddy Bears.
Supposedly Fred and George snuck to a Muggle town during the first time they were home and saw some Muggle candy called Gummy Bears. Have you ever had any Harry? Fred and George brought me a pack back to taste them and I have to say they're quite delicious. But, back to the point, Fred and George came up with this ingenious idea which ended in being Meddy Bears named solely for me. How you may ask? Well, let me enlighten you my dear friend. You see, all of my brothers have a nickname they call me: Bill called me Tonic (I'll explain that one to you in another letter, for some reason he keeps looking over my shoulder), Charlie calls me Dragon because of my *blush* "fiery personality" as he phrases it, Ron calls me (feel free to tease him about it all you want) Gin-Gin, and Percy oddly enough calls me Ginnybug and he has for as long as I can remember.
Well, considering Fred and George have to do EVERYTHING together they also have to have the same nickname for me-it's horrid, let me tell you. You see, when I was a little girl I had a stuffed snake named Meddy-short for Medusa. As Dad tells it I loved that snake so much that I brought it around with me everywhere. Well, one day when I was about five I guess the twins decided it'd be funny to somehow charm my hair into snakes. Not only that, but they managed to charm Meddy into moving as well. Let's just say that from then on I decidedly disliked snakes and I couldn't even look at Meddy without crying. Quit laughing you! It's not funny! Well Fred and George decided that although *I* didn't have a Meddy anymore *they* did and from then on I was called Meddy.
Mum and Dad are doing fine and they are still trying to convince Dumbledore into letting you visit. They send you their love. The boys say that they are pining for you and that they want you bad. Silly boys. I think they're just trying to cheer you up. We ALL miss you Harry and we all worry about you. Please stay safe and if you EVER need anything please owl us no matter what time it is.
Harry, remember that it's not your fault. I made it. I'm alright. Thank you.
Your FRIEND,
Gin
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July 8, 1996
Dear Harry,
I'm not going to question you at the moment about why you haven't written me yet. I'm just going to assume that my letters have been lost on the way. . .although Ron's and Mione's and Fred and George's and even Mum and Dad's letters haven't been lost. . .I'm just going to assume that mine has.
Alright I promised you I'd tell you why Bill calls me Tonic and that is what I'm planning to do. Well first of all let me inform you that Bill lived with the Muggles for awhile before he decided that he wanted to become a curse breaker at Gringott's. He was 18 then and spent some time getting to know the night life as he so eloquently phrases it. . .in other words he spent some time in the bars. I may be young but I am definitely not that naïve. Second I have to tell you my biggest secret ever. I'm afraid I'll have to kill you if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone. Alright now that I've said that just know that you've been warned Mister! Well, my real name is Virginia-as you already know so that's no big surprise. The big thing though is that my middle name is-well my whole name is Virginia Noelle Weasley. Therefore, when Bill returned home and I was about five he said he'd come up with the best nickname for me. Tonic. I don't know how well you know Muggle alcoholic drinks Harry but Bill said his favorite was a Gin and Tonic. Get it? Gin N. Tonic. My, my brother is special, isn't he? (Smirking like a pro.)
Well Mum's calling me down for dinner. Write to me Harry to assuage my fears. I'll write soon.
Note to Harry: It's not your fault. You saved me and I'm okay. Thank you. (Am I even making a point yet?)
Your friend ALWAYS,
Gin
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July 17, 1996
Dear Harry,
Sorry that I haven't been able to write until now. Why aren't you writing me Harry? Did I do something wrong? Why did I do to make you mad? Please tell me. I miss talking to you. Ron says that you're fine and that the Dursley's are treating you well and I'm glad. I know that you are getting my letters. At least I hope you are. Harry? Are you getting these letters? Oh well, I'm going to continue writing you even if you don't write me. You must just be busy.
Let's see, let's see. Hmmm. . .some more news to let you in on. Oh yeah. Ron and I finally came to a truce. Ever since, well, ever since that day in the hospital we haven't exactly been on speaking terms. I don't know if either he or Mione have filled you in on it or not but I'm just going to assume that you know. Since Ron has returned home he has been thinking of different ways to apologize to me. He's tried sucking up to me by buying me things-good but not the right choice. He's tried writing me notes and slipping them under the door. He's even groveled-I'm serious, my brother has gotten down on his hands and knees and begged for forgiveness. It was an amusing sight and although he's my brother and I love him he had no right to all but say that you shouldn't have left the common room to come and save me. Sorry Harry I didn't mean to go into that. He broke my heart but that's all I have to say about that subject.
Back to the good stuff, Ron apologizing. (Insert cheesy grin) It was a little odd when Ron came barging into my room one afternoon when the rest of the family was gone. I was just a little bit more than perturbed because I was at the really good part of a book that Hermione had lent me (stop laughing!). It's a really good book about a dark lord and a ring and some small men with furry feet. You should read it sometime. It's part of a trilogy. I'm only on the first book The Fellowship of the Ring. You should definitely read it sometime. But, I'm digressing. So Ron runs into my room and just as I'm about to tear him another one he puts a finger up to his mouth signaling that I must remain quiet. I see his eyes darting back and forth and I notice that he has his wand firmly grasped in his hand. Not that that is anything weird this summer since the new ordinate that was past due to Tom being back. I closed my book and gave him a questioning look. He replied with two words: 'They're coming.'
Of course you can guess the first thing that came to my mind so I jumped and grabbed my wand and tiptoed so I was standing closely behind Ron. He held out his hand for me and my trembling hand grasped it without question. Ron kept looking over his shoulder as he led me out of the house and toward my pasture. My field. The one that I used to play in as a child. Ron used to join me and together we'd play for hours. I followed him without question and he brought me to our secret spot. I'm sorry I can't divulge that information because we promised that it'd remain between just the two of us. When we finally sat down in our spot I worked up the nerve to ask him. 'Who's coming?' He then told me that the family would be home soon and that he needed to talk to me alone. I cuffed him in the shoulder and told him not to scare me like that again. His only response was 'I'm sorry but would you have come with me any other way?' I thought about it for awhile and I knew he was right.
Ron then started fidgeting with a piece of thread that was coming out of his trousers. After a few seconds he looked back up at me and said 'I also thought it'd remind you of when we were young. Remember when we used to play Aurors and Deatheaters. We had so much fun then. We talked about everything.' I looked up at him and said, "Yeah I remember but Ron things changed." He sighed and then went on to tell me that it was all his fault things had changed. He had been so wrapped up in everything else that he forgot about me. He looked so genuine and he didn't try to suck up or grovel that I had to forgive him. It's going to take a while to get things back the way they were and they may never get to that exact point but at least we're trying. I missed him so much Harry. He's my brother and I missed him. I missed him more than Bill and Charlie and he was right there.
Harry please if you can't confide in me find someone to confide in. Ron and Hermione say that you are still sticking to the niceties in your letters and always saying that you're fine. I hope you are fine Harry. Please be safe and happy. You're my friend Harry and I worry about you. I know you're just thinking that I shouldn't but I can't help it. I'll write you soon. I hope my letters are bringing some light into your life.
Please quit blaming yourself. It's not your fault. You're only a teenager for Merlin's sake. Don't put the rest of the world on your shoulders. Let us help you. Thank you Harry. I'll be thanking you every day for the rest of my life. Even if I annoy you to death. (wink) Maybe I should get you a singing card for you birthday. Hmmm. . .
Your friend NO MATTER WHAT,
Gin ~*~
July 31, 1996
Dear Harry,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! OK. . . now for the singing part. (Let me clear my throat)
*HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU* *YOU LIVE IN A ZOO* *YOU SMELL LIKE A BLAST-ENDED SKREWT* *AND YOU LOOK LIKE ONE TOO!*
Okay, okay, so the letter doesn't sing. You'll just have to imagine it does. ;) I figured you'd had enough of the whole singing card scenario and so this'll just have to do. I hope you know I'm just joking about you looking like a blast-ended skrewt. I can't joke about you smelling like them though. You smell pretty foul after Quidditch practice.
But, you're 16 now. How does it feel? Do you feel any different? Just think, only one more year and you'll be a full-fledged wizard. Come on-I think you should at least do a little bit of a happy dance about that.
Ok, so about you're attached present. I thought long and hard about what to get you. I knew I couldn't get you a book because that was Mione's job and there was no point in getting you something that was Quidditch oriented because you either already had it or you were getting something from Ron. I don't know what Snuffles got you but I bet it was something nice and from you parents and Hagrid probably got you something downright scary. So, I went to all the stores in search of something but I just couldn't find anything that suited you. Then it came to me and I knew exactly what to get you.
I remembered exactly where it was and I charmed it so that it doesn't start looking tattered with age. Just know Harry that although I said that it made me cry when I thought of it, it doesn't mean that I didn't still love it. It broke my heart when I put it away. I felt like I was losing a piece of my childhood. So, there it is-in the package attached. I hope you like it. It's not a fresh-pickled toad but it does remind me of your eyes (wink!). I also hope it reminds you of me just a little bit. It may even make you laugh a little. Whatever it does I hope you take good care of it.
Happy 16th Birthday Harry. Have a good one.
Your friend,
Gin
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August 9, 1996
Dear Harry,
I hope you had a good birthday and I hope you liked your present considering I still haven't heard from you. Let's see, what can I tell you to bring a little light into your life? Oh yeah, Mum accidentally ate one of those Meddy Bears and her hair turned into snakes for a whole half hour. You missed it. It was quite funny if I say so myself. They kept rubbing up against Mum like they were kittens. Mum was yelling at Fred and George so much that her face turned a bright red. At the end of it the snakes stiffened and blew out steam. . .they sounded like the Hogwarts Express blowing its whistle. It was so funny. Mum with her red face and steam blowing out of her head. It was quite a sight. I think we even got a picture of it. We'll have to show it to you sometime.
Well, Fred and George are outside battling with the garden gnomes at the moment. I'm sitting in my room while I'm writing you this letter and watching them through the window. Ouch. . .one just attached itself to Fred's ear. It looks so funny. Hold on one-second.
Ok. I'm sorry I needed to catch my breath. I was laughing so hard. You should've seen Fred try and throw that thing off. He was screeching at the top of his lungs and flinging his head from one side to the other. Not to mention the fact that his hands were flailing about. George tried to help him but he was laughing too hard. I think eventually Fred swung his head to the side and flung it over the wall. Fred is currently glaring at George who is rolling around on the ground clutching his sides. Uh oh. The gnomes are starting to creep toward George. They're surrounding him! What would my brothers do without me? I had better go. Hope you're doing alright and please write me soon.
Thanks Harry. Please know that it's not your fault. I know that you're not as dense as Ron is but since you are friends with him it doesn't give you too much hope. Sorry but the truth sometimes hurts. Just kidding.
Your friend,
Gin
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August 22, 1996
Dear Harry,
I'll be seeing you in less than two weeks and I've been writing you for a little over two months. When I see you, you better have a good explanation as to why you haven't written me yet. Harry, I thought you were my friend. You promised me that you'd stop running off. Harry you may not physically be running off from me but you sure as hell aren't bothering to write me. Harry I hope that you have found someone to talk to and that you aren't keeping it all inside again. I know you don't want to hear about this but we (Ron, Mione and I) are worried about you. Me especially. At least you have the decency to write them back. I'm sorry Harry. I don't mean to take out all of my anger on you.
Mum finally allowed me to go outside on my own this week. I needed to breathe. I felt as though I was suffocating from all of the pampering I was receiving from my family. The only person who isn't treating me like a baby is Ron, surprisingly enough. I made my way to my field and just sat out there for hours. I brought my book and sat below one of the trees that I loved to sit under as a child. Harry, this Lord of the Rings series that Hermione told me that I needed to read is very good. I really think you should take some time and read it. It surprises me how much it reminds me of you. The whole fate of the world depended on one small being and everyone depended on him. I think you and Frodo have a whole lot in common. One thing though is that I don't want you to end up alone like Frodo did. Know that we're all here for you and that we love you Harry.
I stayed outside and read for a long time until I fell asleep. Ron eventually came and found me but by the time I returned home Mum was so angry at me. It's not my fault I fell asleep.
Well Mum seems to have an eye just like Mad-Eye did. She has it on me at all times. Also Hermione is here now and even though Ron is taking up most of her time, I have to help entertain as well. Harry we tried so hard to get Dumbledore to let you come and visit. Well, we'll see you soon Harry. We're going to get our books tomorrow. Mum says that she can get you your books as well if you just send her the money for them. Ron will give them to you on the way to school. I'll see you there Harry. I hope that my letters are helping at least to entertain you a bit. I'm glad to be of service. Well, Harry I'll talk to you later, if you can please write me, if not I'll just see you on the train.
Remember: It isn't your fault. None of it is. Thank you for everything Harry.
Your friend,
Gin
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Ginny put her quill down and read over her letter one more time just to make sure that it didn't seem as though she was whining. She sighed and finally realized that she didn't care either way and picked up the letter. She folded it up and placed it inside an envelope and then made her way upstairs to Ron's room. Once at the top flight, she paused noticing that Ron's door was closed. Cautiously, she walked up to it and then rapped lightly on the door in order to give the occupants some time to organize themselves. She chuckled a little bit as she heard a little squeal and heard someone else who she supposed was Ron bump into what she supposed was his wardrobe. She snickered slightly when she heard him exclaim something and then heard Hermione admonish him for his language. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal a rather disgruntled Ron and an embarrassed Hermione who was standing a few centimeters behind him trying unsuccessfully to flatten her hair. Ginny decided that it'd be best to keep her snickers hidden so that she didn't anger her favorite brother and further embarrass his girlfriend.
Ron stood at the door looking at Ginny for a few seconds and then realized that she was holding a letter in her hand. "For Harry?" he asked and motioned with his head toward the letter.
"As always. Do you mind if I borrow Pig?" Ginny said as Ron moved to the side in order to let her through. Hermione moved back to the bed and sat down patting a spot next to her. Ginny gladly took the seat and inwardly smiled as Ron sat down behind Hermione and intertwined his fingers with hers. A knot began to form in Ginny's stomach though and she felt almost guilty for being jealous of her best friend and brother. "I just don't see why I bother anymore. He's never going to write me back."
"Ginny, Harry's a fickle sort. I've-we've been friends with him for going on six years and there are things we have yet to figure out about him. He's almost as dense as Ron here," Hermione paused to pat Ron's head with her free hand.
"Hey I resent that." Ron said raising one eyebrow.
"More like resemble it," Ginny stated under her breath. Ron glared at his sister and opened his mouth in order to retort but Ginny cut him off. "But Mione, as you were saying."
"Oh yes. Well, you see he's so dense because he thinks that what he's doing is for the well being of others, even if in the long run it will hurt them."
"Yeah, like I said. He's so bloody noble that he never stops to think about things in a different perspective." It was now Ginny's turn to glare at Ron. "Hey, hey! I didn't mean it that way. I promise. I may be dense but I'm not stupid okay!" Ron said raising his free hand in an 'I surrender' position.
It was now time for both girls to turn toward Ron and raise an eyebrow at him. "Hey that's not even fair. Alright, alright. So I am stupid and dense. But I know when not to bring up a touchy subject again. Urgh, can we just get on with it?" Ron said looking between the two girls.
"Oh my."
"Oh Merlin."
"Did Ron really just admit to being.?"
"Both dense and stupid?"
"I think he did."
"Wow, now I've heard everything. What have you done to him Hermione? Please whatever it is.continue!" Ginny said before the two started to laugh uncontrollably.
Sometime later Ginny returned to her room in greater spirits. Her letter, having been sent off, was one lest thing on her To Do list. She slowly changed into her pajamas and got ready for bed. She then got underneath her covers and sighed contentedly knowing that her dreams were no longer plagued with visions. At least they weren't for the moment that is. She turned over and grabbed one of the pillows on her bed and looked out her window trying to find a star. She sad her prayers and then slowly fell to sleep. Tomorrow would be a busy day indeed.
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One thing that every Weasley must learn to confront is the fact that silence is a blessing that one rarely finds. Silence exudes peacefulness, and peacefulness and Weasley negate each other.
When Ginny awoke the next morning she was bombarded by the sound of laughter while someone was screeching. She smirked; Gred and Forge were at it again. She wondered who the latest volunteer or cough-victim-cough was. She sat up in bed and was about to put on her slippers in order to investigate, but the conflict came straight to her. Hermione threw the door open causing it to slam into the opposite wall.
Ginny just sat there wide eyed for a moment taking the disgruntled appearance of her friend in. Hermione was, well she was orange to put it bluntly. Not only that, but her hair was a neon green. Ginny flinched when she saw Hermione cross her arms over her chest and narrow her eyes as though she was daring Ginny to say something.
Hermione then stomped over to her bed and flopped down on it letting out a big sigh. She then covered her face with her pillow and let out a loud screech. 'Well,' Ginny thought, 'at least I know who the source of the screech was now.' As she grimaced trying to block out the sound she noticed that the dynamic duo were hiding behind her door frame watching the result of their latest experiment. Hermione, meanwhile, had uncovered her face and moved in to a sitting position, with her knees to her chest, clutching the pillow tightly between her hands.
"Feel better?" Ginny offered. Hermione nodded her head. Ginny then motioned with her head and mouthed the words 'Go Away' to her brothers. "Care to talk about it?" Hermione shrugged. "You know I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but those prats turned my hair into snakes when I was five."
"Really? That's horrible."
"Yeah I know. Care to talk about it?" Ginny offered again.
"Urgh. You're brothers are complete wankers. They put some type of potion in my shampoo and soap and now I look like some sort of Umpa Lumpa!"
"It's not that bad Mione."
"How can you say it's not that bad? I'm orange for goodness sakes!"
"And it looks so good on you too." Ron said as he poked his head through the door.
"Ron quit joking around." Hermione scolded.
"I'm not. I'm being serious. I love the color orange don't I Gin-Gin?" Ron said as he moved over to the bed and sat down next to Hermione, putting his arm over his shoulder and pulling her close to him. Ginny felt another clench in her heart but pushed it aside.
"Yeah, he really does Mione. Why else would he love the Cannons so much? They can't even win a match?" She answered with her eyes twinkling.
"Hey, I resent that! They just, well they're just in a rut right now.but they'll get better!" Ron stated not realizing that he had totally been rigged in. The two girls looked at each other and choked down their laughter.
"I look absolutely horrible. How am I supposed to go to Diagon Alley like this? I'm serious! I look like an Umpa Lumpa!" Hermione said looking between Ron and Ginny.
"Umm.Hermione. Not to sound weird or anything. But what is an Umpa Lumpa?" Ginny said looking utterly confused.
"Oh sorry." Hermione blushed. "It's in a Muggle movie called Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Willy Wonka has these workers that are called Umpa Lumpas and they are orange with green hair. The only difference is that they are really short and they talk in riddles."
"Oh ok." Answered Ron and Ginny looking between each other, still confused.
"It's not important." Hermione said noticing their still confused looks. "The important thing is how am I supposed to go to Diagon Alley looking like this?" she looked as though she was on the verge of tears.
"Ah, we'll get you all fixed up. Let's go down and see what Mum can do. I bet she can have you back to normal in no time?" Ron said removing her hand from the pillow and taking it into his own and squeezing it.
"Really? You think so?" Hermione said using her other hand to swat at her eyes.
"I know so." Ron said standing and then pulling Hermione to her feet as well. They began to exit the room when Ron turned around and faced Ginny. "Coming Gin?" asked.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a few. Just let me change." Ron nodded and then walked out the door with Hermione in tow.
Ginny sighed and grabbed a few things to wear. She changed quickly and then looked at herself critically in the mirror. She then nodded to reflection and made her way down the stairs.
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It took a little bit longer than they had expected to rid Hermione of all of her "vibrancy". Molly had worked very diligently and about two hours later Hermione was back to normal. Hermione had sighed with relief and thanked Molly profusely. Molly had just told her it was the least she could do after her devious sons had treated her such.
Ginny grimaced when she thought of how much work Fred and George were going to have to do now. She figured that at the rate they were going they'd be doing chores for the rest of their lives, just to finish the ones they had gotten this summer.
After Lunch, Ron, Hermione and Ginny made their way to Diagon Alley in order to get their books and supplies. Molly, who had been planning to go with them, had told them to go on so that she could make sure Fred and George were doing a good job cleaning the attic. The twins, of course, had groaned when they had heard the news. The three had left with hugs from Molly and command for Ron to watch after the girls.
The day had been rather uneventful. They only thing that might have been considered as amusing would have been the tiff between Ron and Hermione about whether to go to Flourish and Blotts or the Quidditch Supplies store first. They had then turned to Ginny in order to make her decide. She, not wanting to cause a fuss, had calmly suggested that they go and get their supplies for potions first. Ron and Hermione had nodded their head and acquiesced and the three were off.
After that the day had gone along smoothly and the three gathered their books and supplies without any problems. They had stopped to get a butterbeer at The Leaky Cauldron before making their way through the Floo.
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The last week had been rather hectic to say the least. Fred and George were constantly doing chores and Percy was busy trying to move out. He had decided that it was high time that he move into his own flat. 'So he could spend more time with Penny,' Ginny thought wickedly. Percy had finally gotten the nerve to ask his long time girlfriend Penelope to marry him during the first week of July. The family had been so ecstatic and Molly had started to cry with joy. They had planned to have the wedding next June after everyone had returned home.
Ron, who had been so busy trying to get Ginny to forgive him during the beginning of summer was now trying to finish his homework at the last minute while Hermione stood over him admonishing that he should've done it sooner. Ginny, like Hermione, had finished her homework during the first month of summer. Unlike Hermione though, she had completed the assignments out of sheer boredom.
Arthur was forced to stay at the office until late at night and Molly was busy helping the children pack and keeping an eye on Fred and George.
Ginny, who had found sometime to herself, made her way to her field again the last day in order to say goodbye for the year. She sat under her favorite tree and looked over her "heaven". The sun reflected off the green grass and kissed the wild flowers that grew everywhere. She hummed to herself as she looked up at the clear blue sky. It was rare that the sky was so clear and so blue. Normally, the weather was rather dreary. To say it rained a lot in England was the understatement of the century.
Ginny leaned against the tree and closed her eyes, taking in all that was around her. She heard the breeze rustle the leaves above and the grass rustle beneath her feet as she moved them back and forth. She felt the sun kiss her skin and she knew that it was true that the sun made you happy. She listened for a few moments and then opened her eyes. She stood up and brushed herself off and then took off.
She ran as fast as she could and as hard as she could. The wind whipped her hair behind her and the grass tickled her feet. She forgot about everything: her family, school, her lack of friends her age, the Chamber, the war, and Harry. She especially forgot about Harry. She ran until she could run no longer and then plopped down on the ground and looked up at the sky. She tried to catch her breath as she watched the clouds roll by. She was so happy. She felt so peaceful, so alive.
Then suddenly, she started to laugh. Her laughter rang through the field and up to the sky. She laughed until her sides ached and tears rolled down her cheeks. She stayed there until after the sun set.
The sky had been beautiful. She had sat with her legs crossed and looked toward the horizon. It was painted with the most vivid colors Ginny had ever seen before in her whole life. She made a mental picture of it and decided that this would be the source for her Patronous. The sky painted as a rainbow with vivid colors of red, orange and violet.
Sometime later Ginny made her way back to the Burrow.
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'Will there ever be a day when we Weasley's are not rushing in order to make it to Platform 9 ¾ on time?" Ginny thought as she sat at the table watching her family rush around the house with amusement plainly written on her face.
Ron had woken up late and had yet to finish packing. Hermione who had been packed all week was following him around hounding him to hurry up. Mrs. Weasley was busy ironing all of school robes and fixing breakfast simultaneously. And Ginny, well, Ginny had risen early and was sitting with her feet propped up in the chair next to her waiting to go.
Although she hadn't though about Harry yesterday in the field, he was most definitely the first thing that popped into her mind when she awoke that morning. She had taken extra care in getting ready and had replayed what she was going to say to him.
She needed to know why he hadn't written he all summer. She wanted to make sure he was ok. Basically, she just wanted to see him again.
Finally the family had gotten themselves together and had put the three trunks into the car. Percy had offered to get a Ministry car and drive them to the train station. They all had been flabbergasted at the offer to say the least. Penny was definitely having an effect on him.
They arrived with five minutes to spare. Ron and Hermione rushed through the wall first with Molly and Ginny in tow. Molly had tearfully hugged them all farewell and they had put their trunks on the train.
Ginny was now walking around the train aimlessly trying to find Harry. Ron and Hermione had "disappeared" as soon as they had gotten on the train. Ginny smirked. Her Mum had not only been watching her with the eye that rivaled Moody's but them as well.
Not exactly watching where she was going because she was looking into the compartment windows she bumped into something sturdy-or rather, someone.
Ginny looked up and was met the guarded expression of Harry Potter. "Harry, it's so good to see you." Ginny said reaching up and hugging him. He stiffened. Ginny pulled away confused.
"Oh. Hi Ginny." Harry replied as though he was talking to a mere acquaintance.
Ginny stepped back cautiously and then pulled him into the empty compartment next to them. She closed the door and turned around to face him. "Harry, why didn't you write me this summer?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"I was busy. I had more important things to do." Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was worried. The least you could do was tell me that you were ok." Ginny said crossing her arms over her chest as well.
"You could've asked Ron or Hermione or Fred and George or your Mum and Dad for that matter how I was doing." Harry said tapping his foot on the ground as though she were wasting his time.
"Harry, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" Ginny asked quietly, her eyes flashing.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said nonchalantly.
"Yes you do. You promised me you wouldn't do this again."
Harry huffed. "Do what?"
"Shutting yourself off Harry. I thought we were friends." Ginny said swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat.
"Ginny. You were just there when I needed someone to talk to. That's it. Now I don't need you anymore. Get a grip."
Ginny blinked her eyes rapidly and tears streamed down her face. "But.but."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "But what Ginny? But I saved you? You're Ron's baby sister of course I would've saved you. But I promised? Ginny, you and I both know that promises are for shit."
Ginny swatted at her eyes and then took in a deep breath. She clenched her fists and looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I don't know what I ever saw in you, Harry Potter." She whispered the last words and then turned and ran out of the compartment missing the rapid change of expression on Harry's face.
People were coming out of the compartment trying to see what the commotion was all about. Ron and Hermione even came out of one compartment and Ron grabbed Ginny's arm. Ginny beat against his chest trying to get him to let her go.
"Gin-Gin, what's wrong?" Tears continued to stream down her face and her voice was choked with sobs.
"Harry." was all she managed to get out before she tore away from him again and dashed down the train.
Ron's eyes narrowed. "Potter." and he took off in the direction that Ginny had come from with Hermione following behind him.
Ginny continued to run until she ran into yet another solid form. She fell backwards, crumpled on the floor.
"What the.? Weasley, look where you're going!" Ginny looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy glaring down at her. She got to her feet again.
"Get out of my way Malfoy." She choked, and she pushed past him.
He grabbed her arm noticing that she had been crying. "Weasley." Ginny looked away. Malfoy looked around and then pulled her into his empty compartment. Ginny looked around the compartment scared. "Weasley." he tried again. "Ginny," Ginny turned her head and looked at him, her face blotchy and tearstained, "Are you alright?"
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Until the next installment
A/N: I'm working at a faster pace now. I should be able to get one or two chapters out a week at the rate I'm going. Hope you like it so far. Thank you to all my lovely reviewers. It makes me giddy when I see that I've gotten mail that says bot@fanfiction.net. Thanks ya'll. OH yeah.any guesses on what Ginny gave Harry for his birthday? ;)
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Chapter 4:
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Chapter 2: Sorry about the whole misspelling Dobby thing. I write in the middle of the night while I'm at school and so I wasn't thinking. No excuse though. Thanks! Chapter 3: Yeah, they're getting closer and then Harry has to go and be the prat he's being and cut off communication. Guys.urgh!
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