Longest chapter yet =)
As stated every time, I own nothing of the characters in this story, only the plot.
Chapter 5 - Distortion of Reality
Harry along with everyone else appeared right back into Harry's room. Mrs. Weasley and Moody went out the door to search for Petunia and explain to her that they would be taking Harry with them for the rest of the summer.
"Now Harry, we must hurry along. There is no telling who may or may not be around watching your house. You will travel by portkey straight to # 12 Grimwauld Place. Mrs. Weasley will be waiting there. The Weasleys and Ms. Granger are already there along with the usual order members who are coming and going like last summer. Later on we must discuss Sirius's will but not right now."
At this, Harry relaxed again, having become very tense at the thought of having to think about Sirius right now. Even having the shock of having his mother back was not able to erase all the pain and guilt that was in Harry's mind.
Remus came over and put his hand on Harry's should.
"It's going to be hard Harry, I know. I'm going through it too but we will be able to get through this and now you have your mother to talk to also. She may not be outside of this box but that is your mom in there. I can attest to that, she is just as caring as she always was and if you need to talk you can go to her or come to me. Don't be afraid to share what you need to."
" Ok Remus," Harry said looking up into the shadowed eyes of his friend and former teacher. "I'll try to talk if I need to but I need some time just to adjust also."
"That is to be understood," Mrs. Weasley stated as she walked back in. "You take all the time you need, we are all here for you if you need us."
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley."
"No problem dear," she said hugging him firmly. "I've looked out for ever since you became Ron's best friend and I have no intention of stopping."
Harry just held onto her quietly, a couple tears coming forth from the corner of his eyes but he wiped them away real fast, not wanting to show how much it meant for everyone to care for him so much. An adolescent boy has got to have some pride you see.
Dumbledore idled back over to Harry not wanting to break up the moment that was happening but having too nonetheless. "Now Harry, please give me your wand. As said before this is not a punishment but is for your safety and everyone else. The power that has in fluxed into your system needs to be carefully handled. Any simple spell right now could be of disastrous affect if you are not shown how to control it."
Without any argument, Harry walked over to his trunk and handed over his wand to Dumbledore.
"Thank you Harry. I will help you train at head-quarters to use your power most effectively and then by the time you go back to school you will be able to control it fully and use your wand everyday again."
"This is the only time I better hear you not having your wand Potter," Moody growled his eye swirling. "You got a pretty good excuse in the Headmaster but it I hear of it again, I'll test your reflexes faster than you think."
All of this said with only a grin Moody himself could pull off. Kind of scary Harry thought to himself. Harry slowly turned away from the creepy image to face Dumbledore again.
"You are going to be going now Harry. We will bring all your things with us when we come in a few minutes. Mrs. Weasley has arrived left to get you a little tea before you go up to bed. Your friends don't know that are coming but people may still be up when you get there. Otherwise, you will get to see everyone tomorrow. You may take the Music Box of your mother's. I doubt you would let it out of your sight anyways."
"Thank you professor," Harry said latching onto the box like his life depended on it. Right now this box, as simple as it may seem was the most important thing there was and that was not going to change anytime soon.
"Take this feather Harry. It is one of Fawkes feathers. You can happily keep that afterworlds. Phoenix feathers make wonderful quills, as beautiful as they are."
Harry took the feather from Dumbledore and before he could he even say goodbye, he saw everyone wave at him as tug behind his belly button seemed to pull him forward and he was gone from #4 Privet Drive for another whole year.
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Harry's feet slammed down on to the floor of the entrance hall of # 12 suddenly and he had to fight not to fall over. Sirius's mother's painting was still hanging on the wall right there next to him and he did not want to wake it up by making any sudden noise as falling over would have surely done.
Harry straightened up, making sure he still had a firm hold on his Mother's music box and started to look around. Everything had changed drastically since Christmas when he had been here. They had helped clean up a little but Harry would not have known the inside of this house had been ever any different looking at it now. The walls and lighting no longer seemed so dark and foreboding and it had before. All the imagery of snakes and dark magic seemed to have disappeared. Now in its place there were images of lions heads and reds and golds ran through the hall tastefully. The heads of the former house elves had been removed it seemed. They may have just been moved elsewhere but they were not in the hallway where they were before.
Harry crept over to the kitchen door where he could here talking going on. It sounded as if the adults in the house were having a small meeting between themselves. Harry could here Mrs. Weasley in there and he did not feel like explain everything tonight to the people in the kitchen who didn't know.
Walking quietly back over towards the stairs, Harry heard a small noise come form the sitting room off to the left. He crept over to the door and tried to listen closely to figure out what he was hearing. A muffled sound and slight words was all he could make out so Harry decided to go and see who may be in the room whom wouldn't be with the other adults.
'Lets see what I find going on in here, maybe Fred and George are cooking up something new in here and I get a sneak peak'
The sneak peak Harry got was not what he thought he was going to see...ever. There sitting on the loveseat were Ron and Hermione. That wouldn't have been shocking, not normally at least. This time however Ron was stroking the side of Hermione's face gently with his hand while they stared into each other's eyes. This even would not have been so bad, it would have taken explanation, but not nearly that bad. However, it got worse for Harry. Ron and Hermione both took that moment to lean over and start kissing right in front of him unknowingly.
Harry didn't know what to think at this point. He wasn't upset that they were kissing. That wasn't it at all. He could actually be happy for them but something deep inside was bothering him.
'When did this happen? Why didn't they tell me? Have they been hiding this behind my back?'
These panicking thoughts kept running through his mind as Harry seemed to choke on his own words of greeting; a gasping sound being the only sense of vocalization coming forth out of Harry's mouth.
Ron and Hermione sprang apart at the sound Harry made and stared in shock as their best friend looked at them like they weren't even worth speaking too.
Ron could be a little thick most of the time and Hermione saw that this was not a situation for him to handle. She could already see the confusion and anger building in Harry's eyes. She had told Ron they should tell Harry about their relationship when it started last summer when they were alone together. Ron had always made an excuse that he would tell him later when they had a chance to talk alone. Evidently, Ron had never told Harry as the look on his face was blatantly saying. Hermione would have told Harry herself but she had a weak spot when it came to sentimental things and Ron wanted to tell him so she had gone along with not telling him earlier. "Bad idea,' Hermione thought to herself at that very moment.
It was now that Ron and Hermione noticed the differences in Harry. He was taller and built more, that was obvious. The thing that was staring them in the face however were his eyes. There were flashes of light building in the irises of Harry's eyes, like bolts running though liquid emerald. There was no doubt to either of the two that this was not a good sign. Harry was angry once again.
"When...when did...why didn't you tell....why would you keep something like this from me?"
Harry was shaking, the words stuttering to all come out at once. He didn't know what thought to go with first. This was hurting him, building inside him. He couldn't take it, not right now. Not with everything else that had been dropped on him tonight. With a slight growl, Harry turned on his heal and tore out of the room as fast as he could, trying to get as far away as he could from his friends that had hurt him.
"HARRY! WAIT, LET US EXPLAIN!," Hermione screamed after him but it was to late to stop him.
Harry was about to run up the stairs as fast as he could when he tripped and dropped his mother's music box. The sound of it falling and hitting the floor along with Hermione's scream was enough to wake Old Mrs. Black up from her covered slumber.
"Traitorous Boy! What are you doing back? They killed my good for nothing son, why didn't they kill you too!"
Harry was quaking in anger at this point, not just from his friends hiding secrets from him but also that this defiling painting that would dare say something like that about Sirius. Harry could feel something building inside him, a force beginning to press out of what seemed to be his very core.
"Shut up you old hag," Harry whispered dangerously as the painting.
At this point, the adults from the kitchen opened the door and were looking to see what was going on. The noise had also drawn another unwelcome guest. The old house elf Krecher had decided to come to the aide of his former mistress.
"Dirty boy has come back to defile the house of those most pure. Ugly and vile is this boy."
"Get out of this house at one you good for nothing bastard of a child. My son loved you but he was an insane righteous fool also and look what it did. It got him killed. You'll fall just like he did."
To the adults in the kitchen doorway and Ron and Hermione in the sitting room, everything appeared normal at this moment, but this was only to last for less than a second.
That was it. A snapping was happening inside of Harry again. He felt the force of his anger growing and unknowingly was calling upon something inside him; something was growing out of his emotions. The betrayal of his friend's trust and the loss of Sirius being brought up again was too much for Harry.
The area around Krecher and the painting of Mrs. Black seemed to distort, the walls almost appearing to bend out, like a bubble pushing out on all spaces available in the little area. Space itself seemed to bend and stretch, the images of Krecher and the portrait stretching like a fun house mirror. A force seemed to push out in all directions trying to force everything away and suddenly it all seemed to snap back. A sonic boom seemed to go through out the house as a void was filled suddenly. The area that Krecher and the portrait had been in snapped back to the way it had been. However, it snapped back with all the force of a gravimetric well. Space and time were coming back to the way they had been and everything within this well received all the crushing force that could be provided.
Harry tore up the stairs to his room, needing to get away form everyone, not sure of what he had just done and not really wanting to see what he had done either. He dropped his mother's box on the floor, opened it, and went in.
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Downstairs, everyone stared in shock at where Krecher and the portrait had been. Where there once had been a solid wall there was now a pulverized hole and all that was left of the vindictive house elf and the portrait of Mrs. Black were layers of atomized dust. Everything in the circular area had been crushed to dust, leaving a hole in the wall of a perfect sphere.
Ginny and Mrs. Weasley rushed out into the hallway, having seen what happened but not sure they believed it.
"What happened!," Ginny questioned as she ran over to Hermione and Ron.
Both Ron and Hermione had a shocked look on their faces, not sure of what just happened themselves. The guilt that was evident on their faces told Ginny that something else happened though. Something besides that portrait had done something to Harry.
"Ok, spill it!" Ginny said forcefully. "That portrait was not the only thing to upset Harry was it?"
"Um...no. You see...Harry kind walked in on us when we were kissing and he kinda got a tad upset." Ron had no better way of putting it.
"Tad upset, you call putting a hole in a building tad upset!? Why was Harry upset in the first place about seeing you two sitting together alone? You were always together last year."
At this statement, Ginny suddenly got the idea. The shame on their faces couldn't have said it any better itself.
"You didn't tell him did you?" This Ginny asked with anger grating in her voice and eyes squinting. "You never told him you two were together did you and now he suddenly walks in to find out you have been hiding it from him."
"We meant to tell him...," Hermione wept as she held onto Ron's hand.
"But you didn't did you! I would count yourselves lucky. I don't think he would ever hurt you two but his anger did that over there," Ginny said pointing at the hole crumbling in the wall. "Just think of the anger he could have unleashed on you if that stupid portrait had kept its mouth shut. Because you would have forced him to talk to you, would have run him down. You know you would have Hermione; it's in your nature to try to force Harry to talk. You're lucky. You shouldn't corner and angry animal. It will fight to escape. I guess that painting and Krecher found out."
At this, Ginny took a breath and turned away from Hermione and Ron angrily. Mrs. Weasley had been listening to her daughter and thought that though she was a little harsh on the couple, she was correct on her meaning. Hermione was crying as she held onto Ron's arm now, both of them not sure what they should do. Ginny started up the stairs after to find Harry and see if she could talk to him.
"Don't' worry dears, he'll calm down. You two come into the kitchen with me and maybe we can all get an explanation as to what just happened when Dumbledore gets here. That should be any moment."
With that, Mrs. Weasley led the young couple into the kitchen, giving a good riddance to the mess left of the hallway.
Upstairs, Ginny crept slowly into Harry's bedroom. There was no one in the room itself but a small music box on the floor was open and playing a gentle tune. Ginny gently touched the lid and suddenly found herself pulled into the box.
All around her was a gentle white fog. She could hear someone yelling in the distance. It sounded quite like Harry but she couldn't quite tell. The fog was getting thinner as she slowly went towards. She had to find Harry; she knew for sure she could help him if she did.
Ginny had been trying to get her mind off of Harry for the last year but of course it didn't work. None of the boyfriends she had in the last year could come close to the gentleness and love she knew Harry could give if he opened up. She hadn't even given Dean a decent chance lately calling it off after only a week. There was one person for her and that was Harry.
Ginny could hear him now; see his back as he stood, head facing down to the ground. It sounded as if he was crying but Ginny didn't want to embarrass him by just coming forward. She had to give him some space and she also wanted to hear what he said. Also, Ginny could see someone else in front of Harry but had no idea who it was, there image was still a little clouded over.
'I'll have to get closer to see who that is and I can hear what Harry is saying as I do it'
"...I don't know why I was so upset. I knew that Ron had feelings for Hermione. It was pretty obvious."
A second voice, calming and soothing to Ginny answered him, "Yes I know Harry. You said this."
"I don't get why it hurt me so much. I guess I'm just mad that they didn't tell me. They were hiding it from me. That hurts more than any curse they could cast at me. It hurts deep down inside. I guess I'm also quite lonely myself and with them together, I feel like the third wheel."
Ginny could hear the tears and sorrow in his voice and she stood up to walk towards him when the person in front of Harry smiled at her and put a finger to her lips for her to be quiet and stay where she was.
'Who is this lady,' Ginny thought. 'She looks so familiar.'
Ginny stayed standing where she was, right behind Harry, as the woman kept talking to him, kept getting him to talk about his emotions.
"Why do you feel lonely Harry, was the girl you have feelings for Hermione also? Is that why it hurt so much?"
"No, god no, Hermione is my best friend besides Ron. I couldn't like her that way. That would be too weird. The girl I have feelings for is someone special, I just haven't told her yet. She's got a boyfriend right now, has had one for the last year and I haven't had a chance to tell her yet when she wasn't with another guy. I don't want to ruin a relationship she has going."
"Who is she Harry?" Lily had a good idea who it was, seeing this girl behind Harry wanting to reach out and comfort him and she knew this wasn't Hermione.
"She's Ron's sister, her name is Ginny Weasley. I haven't even had the chance to tell her I love her. I hope to one day I do."
Ginny's eyes were filling with tears as she heard how much feeling he had put into just those few words. She gasped to herself when she heard him say them.
Lily decided to play with her son a little.
"I'm glad to hear that Harry! Very glad! Would you be so kind as to turn around and introducing me to her then?" Lily asked smiling.
Harry turned around to look into a set of beautiful liquid eyes as he stood 2 inches from a smiling Ginny Weasley.
Little cliffie til next time
=) I really liked my whole idea of a gravity well to destroy the painting and Krecher. Read and review as always if you would like. Enjoy!
As stated every time, I own nothing of the characters in this story, only the plot.
Chapter 5 - Distortion of Reality
Harry along with everyone else appeared right back into Harry's room. Mrs. Weasley and Moody went out the door to search for Petunia and explain to her that they would be taking Harry with them for the rest of the summer.
"Now Harry, we must hurry along. There is no telling who may or may not be around watching your house. You will travel by portkey straight to # 12 Grimwauld Place. Mrs. Weasley will be waiting there. The Weasleys and Ms. Granger are already there along with the usual order members who are coming and going like last summer. Later on we must discuss Sirius's will but not right now."
At this, Harry relaxed again, having become very tense at the thought of having to think about Sirius right now. Even having the shock of having his mother back was not able to erase all the pain and guilt that was in Harry's mind.
Remus came over and put his hand on Harry's should.
"It's going to be hard Harry, I know. I'm going through it too but we will be able to get through this and now you have your mother to talk to also. She may not be outside of this box but that is your mom in there. I can attest to that, she is just as caring as she always was and if you need to talk you can go to her or come to me. Don't be afraid to share what you need to."
" Ok Remus," Harry said looking up into the shadowed eyes of his friend and former teacher. "I'll try to talk if I need to but I need some time just to adjust also."
"That is to be understood," Mrs. Weasley stated as she walked back in. "You take all the time you need, we are all here for you if you need us."
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley."
"No problem dear," she said hugging him firmly. "I've looked out for ever since you became Ron's best friend and I have no intention of stopping."
Harry just held onto her quietly, a couple tears coming forth from the corner of his eyes but he wiped them away real fast, not wanting to show how much it meant for everyone to care for him so much. An adolescent boy has got to have some pride you see.
Dumbledore idled back over to Harry not wanting to break up the moment that was happening but having too nonetheless. "Now Harry, please give me your wand. As said before this is not a punishment but is for your safety and everyone else. The power that has in fluxed into your system needs to be carefully handled. Any simple spell right now could be of disastrous affect if you are not shown how to control it."
Without any argument, Harry walked over to his trunk and handed over his wand to Dumbledore.
"Thank you Harry. I will help you train at head-quarters to use your power most effectively and then by the time you go back to school you will be able to control it fully and use your wand everyday again."
"This is the only time I better hear you not having your wand Potter," Moody growled his eye swirling. "You got a pretty good excuse in the Headmaster but it I hear of it again, I'll test your reflexes faster than you think."
All of this said with only a grin Moody himself could pull off. Kind of scary Harry thought to himself. Harry slowly turned away from the creepy image to face Dumbledore again.
"You are going to be going now Harry. We will bring all your things with us when we come in a few minutes. Mrs. Weasley has arrived left to get you a little tea before you go up to bed. Your friends don't know that are coming but people may still be up when you get there. Otherwise, you will get to see everyone tomorrow. You may take the Music Box of your mother's. I doubt you would let it out of your sight anyways."
"Thank you professor," Harry said latching onto the box like his life depended on it. Right now this box, as simple as it may seem was the most important thing there was and that was not going to change anytime soon.
"Take this feather Harry. It is one of Fawkes feathers. You can happily keep that afterworlds. Phoenix feathers make wonderful quills, as beautiful as they are."
Harry took the feather from Dumbledore and before he could he even say goodbye, he saw everyone wave at him as tug behind his belly button seemed to pull him forward and he was gone from #4 Privet Drive for another whole year.
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Harry's feet slammed down on to the floor of the entrance hall of # 12 suddenly and he had to fight not to fall over. Sirius's mother's painting was still hanging on the wall right there next to him and he did not want to wake it up by making any sudden noise as falling over would have surely done.
Harry straightened up, making sure he still had a firm hold on his Mother's music box and started to look around. Everything had changed drastically since Christmas when he had been here. They had helped clean up a little but Harry would not have known the inside of this house had been ever any different looking at it now. The walls and lighting no longer seemed so dark and foreboding and it had before. All the imagery of snakes and dark magic seemed to have disappeared. Now in its place there were images of lions heads and reds and golds ran through the hall tastefully. The heads of the former house elves had been removed it seemed. They may have just been moved elsewhere but they were not in the hallway where they were before.
Harry crept over to the kitchen door where he could here talking going on. It sounded as if the adults in the house were having a small meeting between themselves. Harry could here Mrs. Weasley in there and he did not feel like explain everything tonight to the people in the kitchen who didn't know.
Walking quietly back over towards the stairs, Harry heard a small noise come form the sitting room off to the left. He crept over to the door and tried to listen closely to figure out what he was hearing. A muffled sound and slight words was all he could make out so Harry decided to go and see who may be in the room whom wouldn't be with the other adults.
'Lets see what I find going on in here, maybe Fred and George are cooking up something new in here and I get a sneak peak'
The sneak peak Harry got was not what he thought he was going to see...ever. There sitting on the loveseat were Ron and Hermione. That wouldn't have been shocking, not normally at least. This time however Ron was stroking the side of Hermione's face gently with his hand while they stared into each other's eyes. This even would not have been so bad, it would have taken explanation, but not nearly that bad. However, it got worse for Harry. Ron and Hermione both took that moment to lean over and start kissing right in front of him unknowingly.
Harry didn't know what to think at this point. He wasn't upset that they were kissing. That wasn't it at all. He could actually be happy for them but something deep inside was bothering him.
'When did this happen? Why didn't they tell me? Have they been hiding this behind my back?'
These panicking thoughts kept running through his mind as Harry seemed to choke on his own words of greeting; a gasping sound being the only sense of vocalization coming forth out of Harry's mouth.
Ron and Hermione sprang apart at the sound Harry made and stared in shock as their best friend looked at them like they weren't even worth speaking too.
Ron could be a little thick most of the time and Hermione saw that this was not a situation for him to handle. She could already see the confusion and anger building in Harry's eyes. She had told Ron they should tell Harry about their relationship when it started last summer when they were alone together. Ron had always made an excuse that he would tell him later when they had a chance to talk alone. Evidently, Ron had never told Harry as the look on his face was blatantly saying. Hermione would have told Harry herself but she had a weak spot when it came to sentimental things and Ron wanted to tell him so she had gone along with not telling him earlier. "Bad idea,' Hermione thought to herself at that very moment.
It was now that Ron and Hermione noticed the differences in Harry. He was taller and built more, that was obvious. The thing that was staring them in the face however were his eyes. There were flashes of light building in the irises of Harry's eyes, like bolts running though liquid emerald. There was no doubt to either of the two that this was not a good sign. Harry was angry once again.
"When...when did...why didn't you tell....why would you keep something like this from me?"
Harry was shaking, the words stuttering to all come out at once. He didn't know what thought to go with first. This was hurting him, building inside him. He couldn't take it, not right now. Not with everything else that had been dropped on him tonight. With a slight growl, Harry turned on his heal and tore out of the room as fast as he could, trying to get as far away as he could from his friends that had hurt him.
"HARRY! WAIT, LET US EXPLAIN!," Hermione screamed after him but it was to late to stop him.
Harry was about to run up the stairs as fast as he could when he tripped and dropped his mother's music box. The sound of it falling and hitting the floor along with Hermione's scream was enough to wake Old Mrs. Black up from her covered slumber.
"Traitorous Boy! What are you doing back? They killed my good for nothing son, why didn't they kill you too!"
Harry was quaking in anger at this point, not just from his friends hiding secrets from him but also that this defiling painting that would dare say something like that about Sirius. Harry could feel something building inside him, a force beginning to press out of what seemed to be his very core.
"Shut up you old hag," Harry whispered dangerously as the painting.
At this point, the adults from the kitchen opened the door and were looking to see what was going on. The noise had also drawn another unwelcome guest. The old house elf Krecher had decided to come to the aide of his former mistress.
"Dirty boy has come back to defile the house of those most pure. Ugly and vile is this boy."
"Get out of this house at one you good for nothing bastard of a child. My son loved you but he was an insane righteous fool also and look what it did. It got him killed. You'll fall just like he did."
To the adults in the kitchen doorway and Ron and Hermione in the sitting room, everything appeared normal at this moment, but this was only to last for less than a second.
That was it. A snapping was happening inside of Harry again. He felt the force of his anger growing and unknowingly was calling upon something inside him; something was growing out of his emotions. The betrayal of his friend's trust and the loss of Sirius being brought up again was too much for Harry.
The area around Krecher and the painting of Mrs. Black seemed to distort, the walls almost appearing to bend out, like a bubble pushing out on all spaces available in the little area. Space itself seemed to bend and stretch, the images of Krecher and the portrait stretching like a fun house mirror. A force seemed to push out in all directions trying to force everything away and suddenly it all seemed to snap back. A sonic boom seemed to go through out the house as a void was filled suddenly. The area that Krecher and the portrait had been in snapped back to the way it had been. However, it snapped back with all the force of a gravimetric well. Space and time were coming back to the way they had been and everything within this well received all the crushing force that could be provided.
Harry tore up the stairs to his room, needing to get away form everyone, not sure of what he had just done and not really wanting to see what he had done either. He dropped his mother's box on the floor, opened it, and went in.
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Downstairs, everyone stared in shock at where Krecher and the portrait had been. Where there once had been a solid wall there was now a pulverized hole and all that was left of the vindictive house elf and the portrait of Mrs. Black were layers of atomized dust. Everything in the circular area had been crushed to dust, leaving a hole in the wall of a perfect sphere.
Ginny and Mrs. Weasley rushed out into the hallway, having seen what happened but not sure they believed it.
"What happened!," Ginny questioned as she ran over to Hermione and Ron.
Both Ron and Hermione had a shocked look on their faces, not sure of what just happened themselves. The guilt that was evident on their faces told Ginny that something else happened though. Something besides that portrait had done something to Harry.
"Ok, spill it!" Ginny said forcefully. "That portrait was not the only thing to upset Harry was it?"
"Um...no. You see...Harry kind walked in on us when we were kissing and he kinda got a tad upset." Ron had no better way of putting it.
"Tad upset, you call putting a hole in a building tad upset!? Why was Harry upset in the first place about seeing you two sitting together alone? You were always together last year."
At this statement, Ginny suddenly got the idea. The shame on their faces couldn't have said it any better itself.
"You didn't tell him did you?" This Ginny asked with anger grating in her voice and eyes squinting. "You never told him you two were together did you and now he suddenly walks in to find out you have been hiding it from him."
"We meant to tell him...," Hermione wept as she held onto Ron's hand.
"But you didn't did you! I would count yourselves lucky. I don't think he would ever hurt you two but his anger did that over there," Ginny said pointing at the hole crumbling in the wall. "Just think of the anger he could have unleashed on you if that stupid portrait had kept its mouth shut. Because you would have forced him to talk to you, would have run him down. You know you would have Hermione; it's in your nature to try to force Harry to talk. You're lucky. You shouldn't corner and angry animal. It will fight to escape. I guess that painting and Krecher found out."
At this, Ginny took a breath and turned away from Hermione and Ron angrily. Mrs. Weasley had been listening to her daughter and thought that though she was a little harsh on the couple, she was correct on her meaning. Hermione was crying as she held onto Ron's arm now, both of them not sure what they should do. Ginny started up the stairs after to find Harry and see if she could talk to him.
"Don't' worry dears, he'll calm down. You two come into the kitchen with me and maybe we can all get an explanation as to what just happened when Dumbledore gets here. That should be any moment."
With that, Mrs. Weasley led the young couple into the kitchen, giving a good riddance to the mess left of the hallway.
Upstairs, Ginny crept slowly into Harry's bedroom. There was no one in the room itself but a small music box on the floor was open and playing a gentle tune. Ginny gently touched the lid and suddenly found herself pulled into the box.
All around her was a gentle white fog. She could hear someone yelling in the distance. It sounded quite like Harry but she couldn't quite tell. The fog was getting thinner as she slowly went towards. She had to find Harry; she knew for sure she could help him if she did.
Ginny had been trying to get her mind off of Harry for the last year but of course it didn't work. None of the boyfriends she had in the last year could come close to the gentleness and love she knew Harry could give if he opened up. She hadn't even given Dean a decent chance lately calling it off after only a week. There was one person for her and that was Harry.
Ginny could hear him now; see his back as he stood, head facing down to the ground. It sounded as if he was crying but Ginny didn't want to embarrass him by just coming forward. She had to give him some space and she also wanted to hear what he said. Also, Ginny could see someone else in front of Harry but had no idea who it was, there image was still a little clouded over.
'I'll have to get closer to see who that is and I can hear what Harry is saying as I do it'
"...I don't know why I was so upset. I knew that Ron had feelings for Hermione. It was pretty obvious."
A second voice, calming and soothing to Ginny answered him, "Yes I know Harry. You said this."
"I don't get why it hurt me so much. I guess I'm just mad that they didn't tell me. They were hiding it from me. That hurts more than any curse they could cast at me. It hurts deep down inside. I guess I'm also quite lonely myself and with them together, I feel like the third wheel."
Ginny could hear the tears and sorrow in his voice and she stood up to walk towards him when the person in front of Harry smiled at her and put a finger to her lips for her to be quiet and stay where she was.
'Who is this lady,' Ginny thought. 'She looks so familiar.'
Ginny stayed standing where she was, right behind Harry, as the woman kept talking to him, kept getting him to talk about his emotions.
"Why do you feel lonely Harry, was the girl you have feelings for Hermione also? Is that why it hurt so much?"
"No, god no, Hermione is my best friend besides Ron. I couldn't like her that way. That would be too weird. The girl I have feelings for is someone special, I just haven't told her yet. She's got a boyfriend right now, has had one for the last year and I haven't had a chance to tell her yet when she wasn't with another guy. I don't want to ruin a relationship she has going."
"Who is she Harry?" Lily had a good idea who it was, seeing this girl behind Harry wanting to reach out and comfort him and she knew this wasn't Hermione.
"She's Ron's sister, her name is Ginny Weasley. I haven't even had the chance to tell her I love her. I hope to one day I do."
Ginny's eyes were filling with tears as she heard how much feeling he had put into just those few words. She gasped to herself when she heard him say them.
Lily decided to play with her son a little.
"I'm glad to hear that Harry! Very glad! Would you be so kind as to turn around and introducing me to her then?" Lily asked smiling.
Harry turned around to look into a set of beautiful liquid eyes as he stood 2 inches from a smiling Ginny Weasley.
Little cliffie til next time
=) I really liked my whole idea of a gravity well to destroy the painting and Krecher. Read and review as always if you would like. Enjoy!
