*I know I haven't updated in a while but I've been so into reading other
stories that I haven't had time to write any of my own*
Chapter 8
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the Great Hall together, sitting down in their usual seats. However instead of Ron and Harry sitting opposite Hermione, it was Hermione and Ron sitting across from Harry. He noticed little things like that, but didn't let them bother him, just because he was miserable doesn't mean that his friends had to be as well.
All his bad thoughts were chased away as Ginny sat down next to him. He started a simple conversation with her about Quiditch. Since last years events Harry was having doubts about whether or not he should be seeker this year. Ginny was pretty good and he didn't think he had the motivation to do it this year.
So he asked her, "Ginny would you ant to be seeker this year?"
He wouldn't be upset if she became seeker, actually it would be fun to actually watch a school Quiditch game without being miserable that he could play in it like last year. Ginny looked at him in disbelief.
"I mean I'm not doing it this year and I thought that you would want the position."
Ron having heard this responded before Ginny had a chance to answer. "WHAT?!?!?! You can't quite the team! We would actually be on the team together this year, come on! You can't quite."
Harry thought about this for a moment, and only a moment.
"I just don't feel up to it anymore. I've been doing it five years, why not let someone else have a chance?"
Harry was surprised at himself; he usually had trouble lying to his friends, but this time it sounded as if he actually meant it. In fact he almost believed it himself, until he turned back to face Ginny who of course knew that he was lying. But she knew better then to call him on it.
"Yea, I mean if you don't want to do it, I'm sure up for it."
Harry smiled at her, to show her that he was sure that he was okay with it. Harry was just about to ask Ron whether he was still going to be the keeper or try out for another position, when Professor McGonagall. walked in followed by all the first years. Harry noticed that there were a lot more then all the other years, but he wasn't surprised.
A lot more people were sending their children to Hogwarts since Voldemorts reappearances had been confirmed. All the first years stood in the front of the Great Hall and the sorting hat began its beginning of the year song. Ginny did not catch a single bit of it because at that moment she looked over at the Slytherin table and the girls glance, the one that had defended Malfoy. There was something strange about the girl.
Ginny couldn't figure her out. Usually when she looked someone on the eyes she could tell a lot about them, whether they liked her or hated her, whether they wanted to hurt her. But with this girl she couldn't get anything, she could usually tell when they couldn't make up their minds about her but with this girl there was nothing, nothing at all.
Then suddenly the girl's eyes turned red and Ginny felt a stabbing pain right below her elbow. But she felt something else. It wasn't so much the pain but fear, no not fear, anger. The anger was so strong, but whom was it directed at? Suddenly there were flashes, a man holding a baby, father. The same man killing, so many dead. Harry's parents, Voldemort. Then everything stopped, Ginny had looked away, broken the bond, she didn't want to know more, she didn't wasn't to know what she knew.
She turned to look at the girl again. There was pain in her eyes, as well as anger fear and tears. At the moment Ginny understood the girl had seen the visions as well. The anger was directed at her father, at Voldemort. Ginny heard a voice in her head as she looked at the girl, "Please, please don't tell anyone, please?" It wasn't the voice of a seventh year girl, but that of a little scared child.
Chapter 8
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the Great Hall together, sitting down in their usual seats. However instead of Ron and Harry sitting opposite Hermione, it was Hermione and Ron sitting across from Harry. He noticed little things like that, but didn't let them bother him, just because he was miserable doesn't mean that his friends had to be as well.
All his bad thoughts were chased away as Ginny sat down next to him. He started a simple conversation with her about Quiditch. Since last years events Harry was having doubts about whether or not he should be seeker this year. Ginny was pretty good and he didn't think he had the motivation to do it this year.
So he asked her, "Ginny would you ant to be seeker this year?"
He wouldn't be upset if she became seeker, actually it would be fun to actually watch a school Quiditch game without being miserable that he could play in it like last year. Ginny looked at him in disbelief.
"I mean I'm not doing it this year and I thought that you would want the position."
Ron having heard this responded before Ginny had a chance to answer. "WHAT?!?!?! You can't quite the team! We would actually be on the team together this year, come on! You can't quite."
Harry thought about this for a moment, and only a moment.
"I just don't feel up to it anymore. I've been doing it five years, why not let someone else have a chance?"
Harry was surprised at himself; he usually had trouble lying to his friends, but this time it sounded as if he actually meant it. In fact he almost believed it himself, until he turned back to face Ginny who of course knew that he was lying. But she knew better then to call him on it.
"Yea, I mean if you don't want to do it, I'm sure up for it."
Harry smiled at her, to show her that he was sure that he was okay with it. Harry was just about to ask Ron whether he was still going to be the keeper or try out for another position, when Professor McGonagall. walked in followed by all the first years. Harry noticed that there were a lot more then all the other years, but he wasn't surprised.
A lot more people were sending their children to Hogwarts since Voldemorts reappearances had been confirmed. All the first years stood in the front of the Great Hall and the sorting hat began its beginning of the year song. Ginny did not catch a single bit of it because at that moment she looked over at the Slytherin table and the girls glance, the one that had defended Malfoy. There was something strange about the girl.
Ginny couldn't figure her out. Usually when she looked someone on the eyes she could tell a lot about them, whether they liked her or hated her, whether they wanted to hurt her. But with this girl she couldn't get anything, she could usually tell when they couldn't make up their minds about her but with this girl there was nothing, nothing at all.
Then suddenly the girl's eyes turned red and Ginny felt a stabbing pain right below her elbow. But she felt something else. It wasn't so much the pain but fear, no not fear, anger. The anger was so strong, but whom was it directed at? Suddenly there were flashes, a man holding a baby, father. The same man killing, so many dead. Harry's parents, Voldemort. Then everything stopped, Ginny had looked away, broken the bond, she didn't want to know more, she didn't wasn't to know what she knew.
She turned to look at the girl again. There was pain in her eyes, as well as anger fear and tears. At the moment Ginny understood the girl had seen the visions as well. The anger was directed at her father, at Voldemort. Ginny heard a voice in her head as she looked at the girl, "Please, please don't tell anyone, please?" It wasn't the voice of a seventh year girl, but that of a little scared child.