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After checking as many buildings as they could manage, they were forced to face the bitter truth. They were locked out of the entire town, with no protection from whatever was coming. And Harry had a pretty good idea what it was.
"Ginny," he spoke, still whispering. "I think its dementors."
"I know," she said, shivering. Harry thought back to every romantic book he had read (which wasn't exactly a huge amount.) In all of them, when the girl was cold, the guy was supposed to drape a blanket or coat over her shoulders. The only jacket Harry had was the one he was wearing, and he supposed that draping a thin dripping-wet worn jacket that had once been his uncles was not exactly a wise move. Ginny shivered violently again, and a thought struck Harry instantly. 'And I call myself a wizard,' he thought, pulling out his wand and attempting to perform the complicated little flick Hermione had used to produce a stream of hot air. He must have done something wrong, because a second later the bottom hem of his jacket was on fire.
"Harry! You idiot!" Ginny shrieked, pushing him into the snow and pulling out her wand simultaneously. "Refrecto Extingisho!"
Harry felt the combined powers of the snow and charm extinguish the flame. Rolling on his back, he saw that a large portion of the front of his jacket had been burned off.
"Thanks," he said, still feeling a bit shaky as he stood up. "Where did you learn that spell to put out fires, anyways?"
"It's common knowledge in the Weasley household. Has been since the twins were born, I believe."
"Oh," he said, still examining his jacket, which was emanating the faint odor of burnt rubber.
"Was this what you were trying to do?" Ginny broke the silence, performing the flick Harry had been attempting. She deftly dried Harry from head to toe, and put her wand away in the pocket of her robes.
"Uh," he said intelligently, wondering if putting the jacket over her shoulders would still work. He decided to try, and took it off, savoring the warmth of the shredded scrap of material before placing it on Ginny's shoulders.
"Thanks Harry. That was sweet," she blushed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, looking at the ground as she turned colors faster than a stoplight.
"Uh," he repeated his new favorite word.
"Well, maybe we should go over to my canyon. I have a feeling that if they are dementors they'll be coming straight through the town, and I don't know about you but I don't want to be here when they do," Ginny supplied. Harry nodded, and they walked towards the canyon together, both noticing the darkness of the sky and the veil of depression, which was rapidly covering them.
Memories began flowing through Ginny's mind, Tom Riddle coming to her first. She could still see the handsome face smiling comfortingly through the window of her diary, could still feel the confusion when she had found blood all over her robes with no idea how it had gotten there- the fear that she had hurt someone while she was sleeping....... Without thinking she broke into a run, her heart pounding as she tried to keep ahead of the waves of horrible recollections which were threatening to overwhelm her. She heard Harry follow suit, and gradually the thoughts seemed to be more distant, and she could hear herself think about things other than her past. She finally felt like she could slow down, and she rested for a minute, gasping for breath as the wind bit into her flesh.
Harry arrived a moment later. He was feeling slightly sick; the dementor's effects seemed ten times worse after witnessing the death of his godfather in the Department of Mysteries. He forced back the thoughts that were rising to the surface and instead focused on Ginny, who looked as bad as he felt.
"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. Ginny immediately felt selfish. Harry was probably reliving things ten times worse, and here she was acting like a baby while he was comforting her.
"I'm fine, actually, just wanted to, you know, try to get ahead so I could hear myself think."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Looking around, he noticed where he was for the first time. "Is this your canyon? It's great."
Ginny gave a small smile. "Yeah, I found it on my first trip here. I always thought that it was weird that nobody else was ever here, but I guess most normal people are out buying Dungbombs and Fizzing Whizbees while I'm exploring the great outdoors. Anyways, I guess there isn't anywhere else to go from here- students aren't allowed to cross the magic boundary on the other side of the canyon."
"I don't think anyone would really blame us if it was to escape from dementors, do you?" Harry asked her.
"No, I don't think you get what I mean. It's MAGIC, as in we can't cross it even if we need to," Ginny answered, sighing.
"So that's it. This is as far as we can get."
"Yep."
A/N: Big huggles to all of my reviewers, I'm too lazy to write all your names down but I will at the end. (Which is coming soon!) If you leave a signed review I will read your story sooner or later as long as it's ships/subjects I can handle. Anyways, I love you guys and your reviews are what motivate me to update!
After checking as many buildings as they could manage, they were forced to face the bitter truth. They were locked out of the entire town, with no protection from whatever was coming. And Harry had a pretty good idea what it was.
"Ginny," he spoke, still whispering. "I think its dementors."
"I know," she said, shivering. Harry thought back to every romantic book he had read (which wasn't exactly a huge amount.) In all of them, when the girl was cold, the guy was supposed to drape a blanket or coat over her shoulders. The only jacket Harry had was the one he was wearing, and he supposed that draping a thin dripping-wet worn jacket that had once been his uncles was not exactly a wise move. Ginny shivered violently again, and a thought struck Harry instantly. 'And I call myself a wizard,' he thought, pulling out his wand and attempting to perform the complicated little flick Hermione had used to produce a stream of hot air. He must have done something wrong, because a second later the bottom hem of his jacket was on fire.
"Harry! You idiot!" Ginny shrieked, pushing him into the snow and pulling out her wand simultaneously. "Refrecto Extingisho!"
Harry felt the combined powers of the snow and charm extinguish the flame. Rolling on his back, he saw that a large portion of the front of his jacket had been burned off.
"Thanks," he said, still feeling a bit shaky as he stood up. "Where did you learn that spell to put out fires, anyways?"
"It's common knowledge in the Weasley household. Has been since the twins were born, I believe."
"Oh," he said, still examining his jacket, which was emanating the faint odor of burnt rubber.
"Was this what you were trying to do?" Ginny broke the silence, performing the flick Harry had been attempting. She deftly dried Harry from head to toe, and put her wand away in the pocket of her robes.
"Uh," he said intelligently, wondering if putting the jacket over her shoulders would still work. He decided to try, and took it off, savoring the warmth of the shredded scrap of material before placing it on Ginny's shoulders.
"Thanks Harry. That was sweet," she blushed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, looking at the ground as she turned colors faster than a stoplight.
"Uh," he repeated his new favorite word.
"Well, maybe we should go over to my canyon. I have a feeling that if they are dementors they'll be coming straight through the town, and I don't know about you but I don't want to be here when they do," Ginny supplied. Harry nodded, and they walked towards the canyon together, both noticing the darkness of the sky and the veil of depression, which was rapidly covering them.
Memories began flowing through Ginny's mind, Tom Riddle coming to her first. She could still see the handsome face smiling comfortingly through the window of her diary, could still feel the confusion when she had found blood all over her robes with no idea how it had gotten there- the fear that she had hurt someone while she was sleeping....... Without thinking she broke into a run, her heart pounding as she tried to keep ahead of the waves of horrible recollections which were threatening to overwhelm her. She heard Harry follow suit, and gradually the thoughts seemed to be more distant, and she could hear herself think about things other than her past. She finally felt like she could slow down, and she rested for a minute, gasping for breath as the wind bit into her flesh.
Harry arrived a moment later. He was feeling slightly sick; the dementor's effects seemed ten times worse after witnessing the death of his godfather in the Department of Mysteries. He forced back the thoughts that were rising to the surface and instead focused on Ginny, who looked as bad as he felt.
"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. Ginny immediately felt selfish. Harry was probably reliving things ten times worse, and here she was acting like a baby while he was comforting her.
"I'm fine, actually, just wanted to, you know, try to get ahead so I could hear myself think."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Looking around, he noticed where he was for the first time. "Is this your canyon? It's great."
Ginny gave a small smile. "Yeah, I found it on my first trip here. I always thought that it was weird that nobody else was ever here, but I guess most normal people are out buying Dungbombs and Fizzing Whizbees while I'm exploring the great outdoors. Anyways, I guess there isn't anywhere else to go from here- students aren't allowed to cross the magic boundary on the other side of the canyon."
"I don't think anyone would really blame us if it was to escape from dementors, do you?" Harry asked her.
"No, I don't think you get what I mean. It's MAGIC, as in we can't cross it even if we need to," Ginny answered, sighing.
"So that's it. This is as far as we can get."
"Yep."
A/N: Big huggles to all of my reviewers, I'm too lazy to write all your names down but I will at the end. (Which is coming soon!) If you leave a signed review I will read your story sooner or later as long as it's ships/subjects I can handle. Anyways, I love you guys and your reviews are what motivate me to update!
