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The Charm Bracelet

Part 6

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"'Night Harry," She said as she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Thanks again," she said, disappearing up the staircase.

"Yea," He whispered, "Anytime," Watching her run up the stairs. Suddenly she turned around and looked him strait in the eye. She smiled very crudely, and quite uncharacteristically, slowly moving back towards him. His scar erupted in pain that he had only felt when-

"You know Harry, I saw the way that you looked at that blood trader … I know your innermost feelings, if you remember correctly." Her eyes flashed, changing from their usual stunning green-blue, to a horrid blood red. Her beautiful smile she would make anyone's day brighter had curved itself into a cruel, lipless and menacing grin. The dark lord was standing a few feet away from him.

"You!" was all Harry could manage. He felt like he was going to fall off of the couch.

"Aha, yes young Potter. Me." He spat in a humored voice. Harry could tell, Voldemort thought his pain funny.

"What do you want with me?" He yelled enraged. Why wasn't anyone in the house waking up … or had he already got to them …

"With you, Potter? You flatter yourself. I want nothing of you … at least for now. You see you are the final step. You are what I am working up towards, and she-" He said, suddenly changing back into Ginny's body, though his cold eyes were still the awful crimson. "-Is my second. That idiot -- Black was my first. You cared very deeply for him, yes? And yet, I took him from you, leaving you empty and vulnerable. You were unable to control your feelings, and in doing so, you were easy to target. I ripped something away from you that you loved, Potter, and you were at my control. You don't understand, do you … but it is your greatest weakness. Love." Voldemort's voice changed back into Ginny's as well, "A man who wastes his time on petty emotions of such foolish magnitudes never goes far. You will lose everything. Everything that you love, Potter- including me" He finished, in a sugary voice that was mimicked through Ginny's body. She smiled at him, callously; and then seemed to turn to smoke. He body was still distinguishable for one moment before-

"NO!"

The sound of his own voice woke him. He was still lying on the Weasley's couch, drenched in a cold sweat. He looked around franticly, searching for some sign that he had been there. That he had taken over here.

He breathed heavily, waiting for the throbbing in his head to cease. It was gone almost instantly, though it hadn't completely vanished. It never did, these days. He had highs and lows, but there was always a dull thumping above his left eye, whether he was thinking about the Dark Lord or something equally as sinister, it was the farthest thing from his mind. 'Farthest thing from my mine, yea right'. It was always on his mind.

He heard someone stirring upstairs. Looking out the window, he realized that it must be very late; the sky was still very dark, and he could still hear the thunder and rain hat had not yet stopped. On the contrary, it seemed to be coming down much harder now.

Footsteps could be heard timidly coming down the stairs.

"Harry?" Said a soft and curious voice. A bushy haired girl rounded the kitchen, and came up behind him, "Are you alright? I could hear you talking to someone."

"I-uh-Yea, yea. I'm fine." He said, smiling falsely.

"Uh-huh," She said skeptically, raising her eyebrows at him, "Harry, how long have I known you? I know when you aren't fine."

"I just had a bad dream, that's all." He mumbled not looking at her.

"About what?! About … about V-Volde-"

"No," He said cutting her off. There was no use in making her worry, like she undoubtedly would. He knew that this was a different type of dream. Voldermort hadn't been in his mind tonight … it was just his subconscious, trying to tell him something. He had gotten the point loud and clear.

"Ok," She said in the same skeptical voice.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" He asked concerned.

"Oh, no. Ginny came up about an hour ago, and I never got back to sleep." She said, "Was she down here with you?"

"Uhh, yea. I came down for a glass of water, and she was sitting on the couch."

"Oh. So I am going to suppose that you know about her and Dean, then?" Hermione said in the same business like tone that she got every time she would explain someone's emotions or other crap that Harry didn't understand.

"Oh. Yea" He said. Hermione gave him a little smile.

"Ok. That's good … but just don't tell Ron yet. He tends to ...well-"

"Overreact"

"That's the word!" She said.

"Yea, don't worry. Ginny already asked me not to tell," He said, smiling slightly.

Hermione walked back towards the stairs, but turned around on the bottom one, "You know Harry, if you ever need to talk about something … other than Voldemort, I'm here." She gave him a smile that he took to mean that she knew more about his dream than he had told him.

'Sometimes it is like she is in my brain'. He thought as she disappeared from view. He sighed and picked up his half empty glass. He took it to the sink, and then proceeded back to Ron's room, where deep breathing, and a mumbled greeted him, "Get out of my head!"

'That's just weird'. Harry lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Another flash of lightning and clap of thunder made Ron sit up in his bed. "OUT!"

"Umm … Ron?" He said when he started to look around the room franticly, "What's wrong,"

"She- she won't leave!" He said turning towards the door. Then he fell back into his bed, and within minutes, he was back to sleep.

"Alright," Harry said, lying back down. He once again stared towards the ceiling, deep in thought. That wasn't a Voldermort dream like I have ever had before. He was talking to me, yea … but … was it even him? It wasn't something that he would normally say, was it? But it made sense. He took Sirius from me … and left me completely alone, and now Ginny … What Am I supposed to do? What if I hurt her?

He drifted into sleep, trying to decide if it had just been a hysterical dream … or a warning.

*

A more than a week had passed since Harry had the dream. Nothing horrible had happened, and Harry hadn't done anything drastic, so Hermione had taken it to mean that he had had a normal nightmare, probably about Sirius or something. He had been very distant though. It was like every time one of them wanted to have a conversation with him he would make up something to excuse himself.

She was determined to figure out the problem. She had learned over the years that when you wanted to see the sensitive, emotional, basically human side of Harry … you had to force it out of him a bit. 

He was sitting on the couch, reading a book that she recognized as the second part of a series that Sirius and Remus had given him for Christmas last year. She also noticed that his eyes were not moving at all and he was staring at the same spot on the page.

"Hey," She said softly, sitting next to him.

"Oh. Hi," He answered halfheartedly.

Hermione sighed. "So are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to guess?"

He laughed feebly, and closed the book. Hermione could see that he was admitting defeat.

"So what is it? Does it have to do with have to do with Voldemort," She said, lowering her voice.

"No, well … yes, a bit." He muttered.

"Ok, well …?"

"I- you know when you came down the stairs a little while ago, and I was on the couch 'cause I just had a bad dream … It was about Voldermort, you were right.

"But it was different. It wasn't really him talking to me … He was in Ginny-" Hermione noticed him blush a tiny bit here. "And, it was … well … different. Usually when I have a dream about him something absolutely horrible happens, right?"

Hermione nodded.

"But nothing has." He finished.

"Oh." She said, not taking her eyes off of him, "What do you think that the dream means?"

"I- I don't know," he said looking away from her.

"Well, try to be more specific. What did he say?"

"Umm … he said that he was going to hu-" He cut himself off, and gave her one of those looks that meant he had no intention of telling her the rest, "He just said stuff about Sirius,"

"Oh, I see," She replied, absolutely unconvinced. Boys were so dense sometimes. I mean really he just told me that Ginny was there to. He's not telling me everything. "Was that everything?"

"Umm, yea mostly." Harry stated, turning towards the window. Hermione looked out as well. The sun was bright and it hurt her eyes the first as she looked outside. She could see Ron and Ginny playing quidditch in the back; Ginny had just taken a particularly strong shot on him, which he had saved effortlessly.

She turned back to Harry, whose eyes were still on the field.

"Why don't you go out?" She asked. He had been moping about the house for a while, and had only been out to play with them once.

"You know, I think that I will." He said, picking up the large book, and standing up from the couch. He turned towards her, "Thanks,"

"Anytime,"

*

Ginny shot hard, to the great surprise of Ron. The quaffle almost slipped through his fingers, but he managed to lunge and save it in time.

"Nice one," She said to him grinning.

"Thanks," He replied.

She circled the pitch, and then called to him, "I won't be so easy on you this time though,"

"Yea, right!" He called back, "Give me your worst, ickle Ginnykins."

"OHO! You are so going down!" She sped towards him and dove down. She moved from one side to another, trying to confuse him. Coming up right in front of the left hoop, she raised the ball and was ready to release it; but Ron saw her glance at the center one. The quaffle flew from her hands, and as if it were going in slow motion, Ron whirled around, and stuck his foot out to knock it out of the way. It came hurtling back towards his little sister.

"I though I had that one," She said angrily as she caught the ball that was flying towards her, "SHI-"

"Hey," Harry had said from below them. "Ginny, language"

"Hi, Harry. You gonna to play? You can help Ginny, I'm kicking her ass!" Ron called down happily. He saw Harry glance at Ginny who was still scowling.

"In my defense, in a regular game there would be three chasers, not just one."

"Uh-huh." Ron called, "She's just bitter," He stage whispered to Harry, who laughed.

"I heard that!"

"Good. Now get into position!" Ron called. He saw Ginny fly over to Harry and whisper something into his ear. He smiled and nodded, them turned towards Ron.

"Ready?"

"Of course I am, Potter! Bring it on!" Ginny and Harry came at him fast, passing the quaffle between themselves. Harry went above Ginny with the ball and looked like he was going to shoot; but he dropped the ball down to Ginny, who threw it through the hoop.

"YEA!" She punched the air.

"Lucky shot! You were bound to get one in eventually." He yelled over her whoops of triumph.

"He's just bitter," Ginny stage whispered, mocking Ron. Harry laughed as they went back down to the end of the pitch; discussing their plan of action again in low tones. It was a very warm day out, if not to hot. He could feel sweat dripping on his forehead, and wiped it off with his arm. God, what is taking them so long? Ginny and Harry were still talking in low tones.

"Today people!" He yelled down the pitch.

"A tad impatient, are you!" Ginny called back. He could tell that this might take a while. He sighed and looked around. The water in the pond that was just beyond the clearing glistened, as if calling him to dive in. he watched it longingly before he noticed Hermione making her way towards the pitch. How long has she been out here? It was about a five-minute walk from the house.

"Ok … we're ready Ron," Ginny yelled, with a bit of a grin.

"Took you long enough!" They came towards him, not as fast as they did the last time. They were still passing the quaffle between each other, but they weren't doing it as quickly; both of them were smiling. Ginny shot, not as fast as before, and he caught it effortlessly.

"Are you getting tired or something?" He asked, as Ginny and Harry exchanged a look.

"Yea, yea. I think that I am going in. To hot." She said, and giving Harry a pointed look, he said, "Oh, yea. Me to," With that they both landed and hurried back towards the house.

"Alright, that was strange" He said, landing next to Hermione who was sitting in the shade of a large tree.

"Yea, no kidding," She said, surveying them as they walk back, laughing to themselves. She got a little smile as she watched them.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked her. She turned towards him, her eyes sparkling like they did whenever she knew a secret that she knew he didn't.

"Nothing."

"You lie"

"Nuh–uh!"

"Oh, whatever!" He said grinning. Hermione sighed and looked at the sky. Fluffy clouds that all happened to avoid crossing paths with the sun. The shade under the huge willow was perfect, and as a small breeze passed over them, Ron felt much cooler.

"I talked to Harry today." Hermione announced quietly from the ground.

"Really!" Ron said sitting up, curious.

"Yes. He said that he had another dream, but it wasn't like the ones that he had before where he was inside someone else. He said That Voldemort was talking to him,"

"Can he do that?" He said, flinching just a little at the name.

"I don't thing so. I think that with the great amount of nothing that has happened over the past three weeks, that his brain is trying to make answers on why it has been so quiet." It was true. Nothing 'Dark Wizard' related had happened in the past few weeks. It had been very quiet, to quiet.

"But you don't think that it was another message thingy. You-Know-Who wasn't trying to manipulate him or anything?"

"No, I don't think so." She said sighing again, lying on her back and gazing upwards once again.

"Good," Ron said, also lying down. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Hermione spoke up again.

"Ron, Why can't you say his name?" She turned to look at him.

"You-Know-Who's?" He asked quietly.

"Yes" There were a few more seconds of silence, not quite as comfortable as before.

Ron sighed, "Hermione, you and Harry both grew up with muggles. You only found out that he existed when you were eleven. Me and Gin, on the other hand grew up with it. We were taught that it was the most horrible swear word that you could mutter. Ever. And, well so did most kids our age. At least the ones who grew up in pure blooded families. We heard stories of the people that he had killed, just because he could. Hell, he killed the entire Bones' family; they lived just a few miles away from here. And Neville's parents, well, you saw what happened to them. To us, that name is just like reliving the hell that he put us through. Its better just to put a different label on it and pretend that it never happened."

A few more minutes of silence followed his speech. Hermione's mouth opened like she was going it speak several times, but she closed it quickly.

"I-I never thought of it that way." She said quietly, "Wow. It makes sense,"

"Well yea! You didn't think that we were getting all weird over nothing, did you?" He said jokingly, trying and failing to lighten the mood.

"Right, right." She said, still as quiet. "But you know what, I have never seen Neville flinch because of it."

"Neville is a mystery to me, Hermione … I guess it could be because of his parents' … well … you know, that he thought it wasn't important what you called it, just as long as it was gone." Ron said slowly. Hermione looked up at him, as if seeing him in a new light.

"I never thought of it that way." She said looking back towards the ground. After a minute she looked up at him and smiled very slightly. "Wow, Ron, you're making sense … this whole sensation is so new to me …"

"Yea, I guess that I was due to say something intellectual-like sometime. But try not to get used to it! I plan on being the same, completely clueless Ron by dinner. Speaking of which…" He looked at his watch and stood up dusting dirt off of his jeans. He extended his hand, and grabbed hers.

"You have a one track mind, Ronald Weasley," She said as he helped her to her feet.

'Yea, I know,' he thought, 'And it's mostly on you'.

*

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