The Phoenix's Prophecy
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 19.
~*~*~*~
"The final game is tomorrow." Ginny murmured, as she and Harry sat gazing out a window in the round living room. They had taken refuge there after a long week of homework, teachers, and reminders of Voldemort's growing power. There had been half-a-dozen more attacks since Harry and Ginny had started dating, and these had been more violent than the previous ones.
"I know. Are you worried?" He murmured, pulling her tightly against his chest.
"No." She answered, her amber eyes finding his green ones. He smiled and rested his chin on her head.
"Good. You might give Ron and me some confidence, then, because I'm worried stiff, and he's no better." He laughed. She rolled her eyes and returned to gazing out at the cloudless night sky. Stars twinkled down at them, almost as if they were laughing with Harry. Suddenly, the two heard the doors behind them open, and they both turned silently to see who had entered.
"You mean everything to me, Rose. And I don't care if I do die, as long as I die knowing that I was with you." Came the voice of Neville from the taller figure. Ginny made a slight gasping noise, but Harry motioned her to stay silent as they ducked behind the couch they had been sitting on.
"Are you sure, Neville?" Came Rose's voice, a bit tearfully.
"Yes. I...I love you, Rose. I always have. And I don't care about the risks." Harry watched as Neville pulled Rose into his arms. He felt a bit guilty about seeing this private scene, but he had a feeling that it would be worse if he and Ginny interrupted it.
Harry grinned as Ginny's hand slid over his eyes. He knew why. Just before she had done it, he had seen Neville slowly leaning down towards his sister. There was a long pause, then:
"I love you too, Neville. And if you're willing to go through all that for me, I am more than happy to be your girl-friend." She whispered. Neville gave a relieved laugh, and then there was more silence.
"I'd better get to sleep. Shirah and Raya are going to wonder where I've gone." Rose finally whispered. Neville groaned in annoyance.
"I guess so. Goodnight, my Rose." He whispered. Rose let out a soft giggle.
"Goodnight, my Eventide." She answered. There was the sound of a person leaving the room, and then the shutting of a door.
"YES!!!!!" Neville hissed, laughing quietly afterwards. There was the sound of running feet, and then silence.
"They're gone." Ginny whispered, releasing his eyes. Harry grinned at her.
"I won't say anything if you don't." He muttered, standing up and looking to where his sister and Neville had finally settled their problems. Ginny giggled.
"I won't say anything. But Harry, it was so sweet! Neville deserves her, and vice-versa. I'm glad they got together. But why was she so worried about Neville dying?" Ginny asked softly. Harry sighed.
"Ginny, you know those secret's that I've been keeping? That is part of one of them. If anyone finds out that secret, all the people that Rose loves most will be in danger. The same goes for me. That's why..." He trailed off, unable to say the rest.
"...Why you didn't tell me you loved me right away?" She asked, her eyes knowing. Harry nodded soundlessly, and she hugged him tightly.
"You are already threatened by Voldemort, I didn't want to add to that. Unfortunately, I fear that it's unavoidable. I love you too much to keep it from you, and Rose loves Neville the same way. I suppose we're all in big trouble." He said, slightly bitterly. Ginny grinned.
"I don't mind. And as for my family...they love you, Harry. They'd rather have me be with you, then have us apart because of Voldemort." She informed him, hugging him close. Harry chuckled.
"We're all in this too deep now. Might as well go with the flow!" He laughed.
And with this, the two of them went happily to bed, knowing in their deepest of hearts that everything would be alright, as long as they kept their love for each other.
~*~*~*~
"Now get out there, and do your best!" Ron shouted, as the Gryffindor team sat tensely, waiting for their cue to exit onto the field. Ginny's hand was nestled in Harry's, drawing comfort from him and giving comfort in return. Harry shot her a quick smile as the doors opened and their team was exposed to the crowd.
"AND NOW FOR THE GRYFFINDORS!!!" Shouted Dean Thomas unnecessarily. The team walked out and faced their rivals, eyes filled with the need to win. Harry caught his rival seeker's eye, and kept it as they shook hands and then prepared to start.
The whistle blew, and the players shot to their positions as the Quaffle was thrown into the air.
"AND MATTHEW LIONS GETS THE QUAFFLE AND...HANDS IT OFF TO GINNY WEASLEY. AND QUITE THE SEXY DISTRACTION SHE IS..."
"Thomas!" McGonagle's voice echoed over the crowd and Harry had to smile. It seems that Dean hadn't quite gotten over Ginny.
"Sorry. THE SILVER-WOLVES HAVE THE BALL, THEY SHOOT...YES!!! YES, YES, BLOODY YES! WEASLEY BLOCKS THE SHOT!!! KICK THEIR AS*ES..."
"DEAN THOMAS!!!"
Harry heard this commentary, but his attention was on finding the snitch. His eyes weaved over the field, searching for it, but no glint of gold could be seen. There was a roar of delight that broke his concentration and he looked down to see Matthew grinning up at him proudly.
"AND LIONS MAKES THE SHOT! THAT KID'S AMAZING!!!" Dean shouted. Harry looked down and winked at the younger boy, causing Matthew to beam proudly before turning his attention back to the game.
Twenty minutes later, Harry still had seen no sign of the snitch. The Silver-Wolves had made two goals, as opposed to Gryffindor's six, making it twenty to sixty.
"Harry, keep your eyes open!" Ron roared as Harry happened to fly over him. Harry shot him a heated glare.
"What do you think I've been doing?" He shouted back, before weaving upwards and out of hearing distance. A groan passed through the Hogwarts crowd as the Silver-Wolves scored again, and Harry noticed that Ron was looking more and more alarmed as the minutes passed. Again, he turned his attention back to finding the snitch, and heard nothing until a familiar scream came from nearby.
"Harry! Behind you!" Ginny shrieked, Harry saw the horror in her face, and ducked just in time. A bludger whizzed over his head, brushing against his hair in it's journey. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ginny's pale and strained face below him, looking up anxiously. He shot her a weak smile, but got not further then that, as he saw a glint of gold right behind her shoulder.
With a speed that shocked even him, he bolted for Ginny, causing her to choke on another scream. The crowd below them was in disorder, as screams, yells, and exclamations of horror filled the stadium. He saw that she was about to bolt and shook his head.
"Don't move!" He shouted, as he closed in on her. Fear filled her face, but she stayed still. Four feet from her, Harry pulled his broom to an abrupt slowing motion. Only inches away, he reached past her and grasped the fluttering ball of gold in his hand.
"Checkmate." He whispered into her ear, his eyes meeting her's. Realization filled her brown orbs, and joy replaced the fear in her face. Gently, Harry kissed her cheek, then slid his free hand around her waist and held up the snitch.
There was complete silence, then:
"GRYFFINDOR WINS!!! HARRY POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SPECTACULAR MOVE, POTTER, YOU SLY THING YOU!!!" Dean shouted. Harry couldn't help but grin as he and Ginny landed on the ground together, his arm still around her.
"You did it, Harry! We won! Gryffindor is the best Quidditch team!" Ginny whispered, kissing his mouth gently. For a moment, everything faded away, until a hand slapping his back forced him back into reality.
"WE DID IT, HARRY! WE DID IT!" Ron shouted, grinning. Harry could have sworn he saw tears in Ron's eyes, but Hermione's timely entrance and her quick destruction by kissing Ron firmly on the mouth right there and then, caused his tears to be a thing of the past.
"Congratulations, Harry!" Came a soft voice from behind them. He turned and there stood Rose and the rest of the 'family', all of them beaming proudly.
"Good job, Prongs Jr.! I say we have a prank-fest to celebrate your victory!" Jackson shouted, causing the others to laugh.
"First, we need to shower." Ginny laughed, as she and Harry were lifted onto their house-mates shoulders, and carried from the field.
~*~*~*~
And prank-fest they did.
That night at dinner, after Dumbledore's heart-felt speech about how proud he was of the Gryffindors, the Marauders struck.
"Um...Harry?" Rose whispered, leaning over to speak to him, though her eyes were glued somewhere else.
"Is there any reason why the Slytherins are growing fur, sprouting boils, and changing colors?" She asked. Harry's eyes met Jackson's, and they both snickered.
"Squirting Food!" Ginny choked, her eyes wide.
Indeed, the Slytherins were doing all of the things Rose mentioned, and more.
"What did you do?" Hermione asked in a deadly voice, turning a glare on Ron. He smiled innocently down at her.
"Oh, don't worry, love. That isn't bad. Just wait." He chuckled, watching as the Slytherin table began to panic and draw attention to themselves. Granted, there were a few Slytherins who had conveniently not tried to eat the squirting food, or hadn't received it...
Goyle was shooting them strange looks, as if he was trying not to laugh, and the little Slytherin girl that Victoria had befriended was now choking on her pumpkin juice, in an attempt to not laugh.
But as Ron had said, it wasn't over yet.
"I LOVE THE MARAUDERS AND HOPE TO BECOME JUST AS SMART AS THEM ONE DAY!" Came a shout from near Goyle. It was Crabbe, and he was standing on the Slytherin table wearing nothing but a white toga.
"PEACE ON EARTH! GOODWILL TOWARDS MEN! LOVE MUGGLES AS MUCH AS I DO!" Came the voice of Pansy Parkinson. She too, was standing on the table and wearing a toga. Unlike Crabbe, who looked like a marshmallow in his, she looked rather like an ugly ghost.
"I WORSHIP DUMBLEDORE AND THINK HE'S THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE WORLD!" Draco Malfoy piped up. Unlike his fellow Slytherins, he was in a hot-pink body suit covered in red hearts. His blonde hair was flashing red and gold, causing anyone who looked at it to be blinded for a few seconds.
The rest of the school was howling with laughter as more Slytherins stood up, adding their two-bits in.
"And for the Big Finale..." Neville muttered, as Shane did a drum-roll on the table. Suddenly, the Slytherins (including the boys), were all decked out in puffy red can-can dresses. They all threw their arms around each other's shoulders and began to do a shockingly good rendition of the Can- Can.
"THE GRYFFINDORS ARE THE BEST,
THEY FLATTEN ALL THE REST!
YOU CAN TRY AND CRY,
AND CRY AND TRY,
BUT THEY'LL KICK YOUR AS* NO LESS!"
The entire room was in hysterics now, and from what Harry could see, most of the teachers were overcome with laughter as well. His eyes found Dumbledore's, and he relaxed when he saw them sparkling with suppressed laughter.
"Hey, Harry! Check it out!" Jackson hissed, discreetly pointing his wand towards the Slytherin table. After a few seconds, a group of words appeared over the table, flashing gold and red to draw attention.
"Brought to you by the Second Generation Marauders!"
~*~*~*~
Granted, all of the 'Second Generation Marauders' had received two-week detentions after this little escapade, but even Hermione had to admit that it was worth it.
"Can you believe it? Only a few months left of school, and we haven't had to face a Voldemort-problem in the entire time we've been here!" Ron chirped, as he slung himself down onto a cushion next to Hermione. They were all gathered in the 'family's' living room, recovering from that day's detentions. Well, the boys were recovering. The girls were trying to help them.
"Maybe he's too frightened to face our Mr. Potter." Jackson commented, grinning. Harry felt his heart sink at the reminder of Voldemort, and reality crashed down.
"Don't get too cocky, Jackson. You never know what he'll pull next. He's just biding his time." Shirah snapped. Harry had to agree with her. Voldemort had been too quiet.
"Harry, you haven't had any...of those dreams lately, have you?" Hermione asked nervously. He sighed and shook his head.
"Not since last year. Dumbledore helped me with my Occlumency earlier this year, but I haven't even felt those sort of dreams trying to get into my mind." He murmured, looking listlessly out a window. He felt Ginny slip her hand into his, and he felt better.
"I don't think that's how he's going to attempt his next attack." Rose whispered. Harry noticed that her voice was shaky, and she had turned a sickly pale. Neville put his hand on her shoulder, but she shook him off.
"Harry, beware. Voldemort has many more ways to control you, now that he has your blood in him. But you also have ways of controlling him, too. Remember that." She breathed. Harry stared at her, wide-eyed, as she struggled to stand up. Her face was fearful, and she had to lean against Neville for support.
"Rose, are you alright?" Raya asked in alarm. Rose shot her a weak smile but said nothing.
"You need to rest. Why don't you go to bed?" Neville suggested. Rose's eyes widened and she shook her head violently, her eyes finding Harry's and pleading with them.
"Wait, Neville. I'll take her." He said, jumping to his feet and taking his shaking sister from Neville's arms. The other boy gave him a jealous look, but allowed Harry to lead Rose into her bedroom, and shut the door behind them.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, as he helped her into her bed. Rose turned terrified eyes to his.
"Harry, I had a vision. But not like my other ones. This one was...different." She whispered, tears in her voice. Harry sank onto the bed beside her.
"What was it about?"
"Voldemort. He's coming. He's going to try kill Dumbledore, and maybe a few more people in the process. But he didn't say...but I don't know how. All I know is that it's going to be soon." She breathed brokenly, suppressed sobs welling with every word. Harry looked at her and moaned softly. Things were suddenly getting a lot worse.
A flash of pain seared across his scar, and Harry jerked back, his hands flying up as if to protect his forehead.
"Harry! What is it?" Rose sobbed, her eyes frightened.
"Voldemort. He's happy." Was all he could say.
~*~*~*~
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 19.
~*~*~*~
"The final game is tomorrow." Ginny murmured, as she and Harry sat gazing out a window in the round living room. They had taken refuge there after a long week of homework, teachers, and reminders of Voldemort's growing power. There had been half-a-dozen more attacks since Harry and Ginny had started dating, and these had been more violent than the previous ones.
"I know. Are you worried?" He murmured, pulling her tightly against his chest.
"No." She answered, her amber eyes finding his green ones. He smiled and rested his chin on her head.
"Good. You might give Ron and me some confidence, then, because I'm worried stiff, and he's no better." He laughed. She rolled her eyes and returned to gazing out at the cloudless night sky. Stars twinkled down at them, almost as if they were laughing with Harry. Suddenly, the two heard the doors behind them open, and they both turned silently to see who had entered.
"You mean everything to me, Rose. And I don't care if I do die, as long as I die knowing that I was with you." Came the voice of Neville from the taller figure. Ginny made a slight gasping noise, but Harry motioned her to stay silent as they ducked behind the couch they had been sitting on.
"Are you sure, Neville?" Came Rose's voice, a bit tearfully.
"Yes. I...I love you, Rose. I always have. And I don't care about the risks." Harry watched as Neville pulled Rose into his arms. He felt a bit guilty about seeing this private scene, but he had a feeling that it would be worse if he and Ginny interrupted it.
Harry grinned as Ginny's hand slid over his eyes. He knew why. Just before she had done it, he had seen Neville slowly leaning down towards his sister. There was a long pause, then:
"I love you too, Neville. And if you're willing to go through all that for me, I am more than happy to be your girl-friend." She whispered. Neville gave a relieved laugh, and then there was more silence.
"I'd better get to sleep. Shirah and Raya are going to wonder where I've gone." Rose finally whispered. Neville groaned in annoyance.
"I guess so. Goodnight, my Rose." He whispered. Rose let out a soft giggle.
"Goodnight, my Eventide." She answered. There was the sound of a person leaving the room, and then the shutting of a door.
"YES!!!!!" Neville hissed, laughing quietly afterwards. There was the sound of running feet, and then silence.
"They're gone." Ginny whispered, releasing his eyes. Harry grinned at her.
"I won't say anything if you don't." He muttered, standing up and looking to where his sister and Neville had finally settled their problems. Ginny giggled.
"I won't say anything. But Harry, it was so sweet! Neville deserves her, and vice-versa. I'm glad they got together. But why was she so worried about Neville dying?" Ginny asked softly. Harry sighed.
"Ginny, you know those secret's that I've been keeping? That is part of one of them. If anyone finds out that secret, all the people that Rose loves most will be in danger. The same goes for me. That's why..." He trailed off, unable to say the rest.
"...Why you didn't tell me you loved me right away?" She asked, her eyes knowing. Harry nodded soundlessly, and she hugged him tightly.
"You are already threatened by Voldemort, I didn't want to add to that. Unfortunately, I fear that it's unavoidable. I love you too much to keep it from you, and Rose loves Neville the same way. I suppose we're all in big trouble." He said, slightly bitterly. Ginny grinned.
"I don't mind. And as for my family...they love you, Harry. They'd rather have me be with you, then have us apart because of Voldemort." She informed him, hugging him close. Harry chuckled.
"We're all in this too deep now. Might as well go with the flow!" He laughed.
And with this, the two of them went happily to bed, knowing in their deepest of hearts that everything would be alright, as long as they kept their love for each other.
~*~*~*~
"Now get out there, and do your best!" Ron shouted, as the Gryffindor team sat tensely, waiting for their cue to exit onto the field. Ginny's hand was nestled in Harry's, drawing comfort from him and giving comfort in return. Harry shot her a quick smile as the doors opened and their team was exposed to the crowd.
"AND NOW FOR THE GRYFFINDORS!!!" Shouted Dean Thomas unnecessarily. The team walked out and faced their rivals, eyes filled with the need to win. Harry caught his rival seeker's eye, and kept it as they shook hands and then prepared to start.
The whistle blew, and the players shot to their positions as the Quaffle was thrown into the air.
"AND MATTHEW LIONS GETS THE QUAFFLE AND...HANDS IT OFF TO GINNY WEASLEY. AND QUITE THE SEXY DISTRACTION SHE IS..."
"Thomas!" McGonagle's voice echoed over the crowd and Harry had to smile. It seems that Dean hadn't quite gotten over Ginny.
"Sorry. THE SILVER-WOLVES HAVE THE BALL, THEY SHOOT...YES!!! YES, YES, BLOODY YES! WEASLEY BLOCKS THE SHOT!!! KICK THEIR AS*ES..."
"DEAN THOMAS!!!"
Harry heard this commentary, but his attention was on finding the snitch. His eyes weaved over the field, searching for it, but no glint of gold could be seen. There was a roar of delight that broke his concentration and he looked down to see Matthew grinning up at him proudly.
"AND LIONS MAKES THE SHOT! THAT KID'S AMAZING!!!" Dean shouted. Harry looked down and winked at the younger boy, causing Matthew to beam proudly before turning his attention back to the game.
Twenty minutes later, Harry still had seen no sign of the snitch. The Silver-Wolves had made two goals, as opposed to Gryffindor's six, making it twenty to sixty.
"Harry, keep your eyes open!" Ron roared as Harry happened to fly over him. Harry shot him a heated glare.
"What do you think I've been doing?" He shouted back, before weaving upwards and out of hearing distance. A groan passed through the Hogwarts crowd as the Silver-Wolves scored again, and Harry noticed that Ron was looking more and more alarmed as the minutes passed. Again, he turned his attention back to finding the snitch, and heard nothing until a familiar scream came from nearby.
"Harry! Behind you!" Ginny shrieked, Harry saw the horror in her face, and ducked just in time. A bludger whizzed over his head, brushing against his hair in it's journey. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ginny's pale and strained face below him, looking up anxiously. He shot her a weak smile, but got not further then that, as he saw a glint of gold right behind her shoulder.
With a speed that shocked even him, he bolted for Ginny, causing her to choke on another scream. The crowd below them was in disorder, as screams, yells, and exclamations of horror filled the stadium. He saw that she was about to bolt and shook his head.
"Don't move!" He shouted, as he closed in on her. Fear filled her face, but she stayed still. Four feet from her, Harry pulled his broom to an abrupt slowing motion. Only inches away, he reached past her and grasped the fluttering ball of gold in his hand.
"Checkmate." He whispered into her ear, his eyes meeting her's. Realization filled her brown orbs, and joy replaced the fear in her face. Gently, Harry kissed her cheek, then slid his free hand around her waist and held up the snitch.
There was complete silence, then:
"GRYFFINDOR WINS!!! HARRY POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SPECTACULAR MOVE, POTTER, YOU SLY THING YOU!!!" Dean shouted. Harry couldn't help but grin as he and Ginny landed on the ground together, his arm still around her.
"You did it, Harry! We won! Gryffindor is the best Quidditch team!" Ginny whispered, kissing his mouth gently. For a moment, everything faded away, until a hand slapping his back forced him back into reality.
"WE DID IT, HARRY! WE DID IT!" Ron shouted, grinning. Harry could have sworn he saw tears in Ron's eyes, but Hermione's timely entrance and her quick destruction by kissing Ron firmly on the mouth right there and then, caused his tears to be a thing of the past.
"Congratulations, Harry!" Came a soft voice from behind them. He turned and there stood Rose and the rest of the 'family', all of them beaming proudly.
"Good job, Prongs Jr.! I say we have a prank-fest to celebrate your victory!" Jackson shouted, causing the others to laugh.
"First, we need to shower." Ginny laughed, as she and Harry were lifted onto their house-mates shoulders, and carried from the field.
~*~*~*~
And prank-fest they did.
That night at dinner, after Dumbledore's heart-felt speech about how proud he was of the Gryffindors, the Marauders struck.
"Um...Harry?" Rose whispered, leaning over to speak to him, though her eyes were glued somewhere else.
"Is there any reason why the Slytherins are growing fur, sprouting boils, and changing colors?" She asked. Harry's eyes met Jackson's, and they both snickered.
"Squirting Food!" Ginny choked, her eyes wide.
Indeed, the Slytherins were doing all of the things Rose mentioned, and more.
"What did you do?" Hermione asked in a deadly voice, turning a glare on Ron. He smiled innocently down at her.
"Oh, don't worry, love. That isn't bad. Just wait." He chuckled, watching as the Slytherin table began to panic and draw attention to themselves. Granted, there were a few Slytherins who had conveniently not tried to eat the squirting food, or hadn't received it...
Goyle was shooting them strange looks, as if he was trying not to laugh, and the little Slytherin girl that Victoria had befriended was now choking on her pumpkin juice, in an attempt to not laugh.
But as Ron had said, it wasn't over yet.
"I LOVE THE MARAUDERS AND HOPE TO BECOME JUST AS SMART AS THEM ONE DAY!" Came a shout from near Goyle. It was Crabbe, and he was standing on the Slytherin table wearing nothing but a white toga.
"PEACE ON EARTH! GOODWILL TOWARDS MEN! LOVE MUGGLES AS MUCH AS I DO!" Came the voice of Pansy Parkinson. She too, was standing on the table and wearing a toga. Unlike Crabbe, who looked like a marshmallow in his, she looked rather like an ugly ghost.
"I WORSHIP DUMBLEDORE AND THINK HE'S THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE WORLD!" Draco Malfoy piped up. Unlike his fellow Slytherins, he was in a hot-pink body suit covered in red hearts. His blonde hair was flashing red and gold, causing anyone who looked at it to be blinded for a few seconds.
The rest of the school was howling with laughter as more Slytherins stood up, adding their two-bits in.
"And for the Big Finale..." Neville muttered, as Shane did a drum-roll on the table. Suddenly, the Slytherins (including the boys), were all decked out in puffy red can-can dresses. They all threw their arms around each other's shoulders and began to do a shockingly good rendition of the Can- Can.
"THE GRYFFINDORS ARE THE BEST,
THEY FLATTEN ALL THE REST!
YOU CAN TRY AND CRY,
AND CRY AND TRY,
BUT THEY'LL KICK YOUR AS* NO LESS!"
The entire room was in hysterics now, and from what Harry could see, most of the teachers were overcome with laughter as well. His eyes found Dumbledore's, and he relaxed when he saw them sparkling with suppressed laughter.
"Hey, Harry! Check it out!" Jackson hissed, discreetly pointing his wand towards the Slytherin table. After a few seconds, a group of words appeared over the table, flashing gold and red to draw attention.
"Brought to you by the Second Generation Marauders!"
~*~*~*~
Granted, all of the 'Second Generation Marauders' had received two-week detentions after this little escapade, but even Hermione had to admit that it was worth it.
"Can you believe it? Only a few months left of school, and we haven't had to face a Voldemort-problem in the entire time we've been here!" Ron chirped, as he slung himself down onto a cushion next to Hermione. They were all gathered in the 'family's' living room, recovering from that day's detentions. Well, the boys were recovering. The girls were trying to help them.
"Maybe he's too frightened to face our Mr. Potter." Jackson commented, grinning. Harry felt his heart sink at the reminder of Voldemort, and reality crashed down.
"Don't get too cocky, Jackson. You never know what he'll pull next. He's just biding his time." Shirah snapped. Harry had to agree with her. Voldemort had been too quiet.
"Harry, you haven't had any...of those dreams lately, have you?" Hermione asked nervously. He sighed and shook his head.
"Not since last year. Dumbledore helped me with my Occlumency earlier this year, but I haven't even felt those sort of dreams trying to get into my mind." He murmured, looking listlessly out a window. He felt Ginny slip her hand into his, and he felt better.
"I don't think that's how he's going to attempt his next attack." Rose whispered. Harry noticed that her voice was shaky, and she had turned a sickly pale. Neville put his hand on her shoulder, but she shook him off.
"Harry, beware. Voldemort has many more ways to control you, now that he has your blood in him. But you also have ways of controlling him, too. Remember that." She breathed. Harry stared at her, wide-eyed, as she struggled to stand up. Her face was fearful, and she had to lean against Neville for support.
"Rose, are you alright?" Raya asked in alarm. Rose shot her a weak smile but said nothing.
"You need to rest. Why don't you go to bed?" Neville suggested. Rose's eyes widened and she shook her head violently, her eyes finding Harry's and pleading with them.
"Wait, Neville. I'll take her." He said, jumping to his feet and taking his shaking sister from Neville's arms. The other boy gave him a jealous look, but allowed Harry to lead Rose into her bedroom, and shut the door behind them.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, as he helped her into her bed. Rose turned terrified eyes to his.
"Harry, I had a vision. But not like my other ones. This one was...different." She whispered, tears in her voice. Harry sank onto the bed beside her.
"What was it about?"
"Voldemort. He's coming. He's going to try kill Dumbledore, and maybe a few more people in the process. But he didn't say...but I don't know how. All I know is that it's going to be soon." She breathed brokenly, suppressed sobs welling with every word. Harry looked at her and moaned softly. Things were suddenly getting a lot worse.
A flash of pain seared across his scar, and Harry jerked back, his hands flying up as if to protect his forehead.
"Harry! What is it?" Rose sobbed, her eyes frightened.
"Voldemort. He's happy." Was all he could say.
~*~*~*~