( Sorry guys, i just read my last chapter and realised that it was crap, [no wonder not many people reviewed it] this one will defiantly be much longer and [hopefully] better. Thankyou to my reviewers, i should really write a thankyou's list but I since am a lazy pig I can't be bothered [feels guilty] anyway hope more people like this chapter and review it than the last one (

Here goes...

Ginny looked up, a haunted expression in her eyes.

"I'm not a parseltongue," she whispered, "Am I?"

Harry muttered a levitating charm angrily and let go of his wand, leaving it suspended it mid air like a large candle.

"I don't understand, if you aren't, then why were you not affected?"

He got to his feet and began to pace back and forth on the wooden floor distractedly.

" It's just not possible!" Ginny cried, "Noone in my family has ever been a parseltongue. Ever!"

Harry stopped. "My family were not the parseltongue type either, and yet..."

//Flashback//

Harry and Dumbledore are sitting in Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor, the sorting hat told me I'd - I'd have done well in Slytherin. Everyone thought I was Slytherin's heir for a while ... because I can speak Parseltongue ..."

"You can speak Parseltongue, Harry," said Dumbledore calmly, "Because Lord Voldemort - who is the last remaining ancestor of Salazar Slytherin - can speak Parseltongue. Unless I'm much mistaken, he transferred some of his own powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do, I'm sure ..."

"Voldemort put a bit of himself into me?"

"It certainly seems so."

//End Flashback//

"The only reason I'm a Parseltongue," said Harry, realization dawning on him, "Is because Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me when we were connected by a curse that failed. "The only reason you, are a Parseltongue, is because Voldemort transferred some of his powers to you when he possessed you in you're first year!"

Ginnys eyes widened and she gasped.

"Does this mean I can talk to snakes too!?"

"I guess so, but we don't have any test subjects to prove it." Harry said dubiously.

They sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the reality of the situation. Finally Ginny broke the ice.

"What did the potions book mean when it said that Parceltongue's are unaffected because of their ability to see the truth?"

Harry's face took on a puzzled expression. "I have no idea." He picked up the book. "Let me see."

Harry scanned the page and suddenly stopped. "Wait a minute!" He said sharply, "Look at this!"

He pointed out a small paragraph half hidden at the bottom of the page. Ginny leant over.

" The cure for Pink Mist can be found in Cures and Counter Measures for Potentially Lethal Potions. page 467 " He read.

Ginny ran to her pile of books and began rummaging through them feverishly. Suddenly she stopped.

"It's not here." She whispered.

Harry's heart dropped like a stone and he groaned.

"What do we do now?"

Ginny spun around to face him and put her hands on her hips.

"Tomorrow morning, we sneak into the school and make our way to the library. It has to be in there."

She lay in a corner and covered herself with her school robe. " Now get some sleep, you'll need it."

Harry dreamed again that night.

...He was in a box shaped room with no windows and no doors. The walls were a dark gray, almost black and pellets of light bounced off them randomly. The room was full of sound, thousands of voices murmuring endlessly. He stepped forward hesitantly. As if someone had slowly turned down the volume the murmuring grew softer and He could pick out some singular tones from the mass. He listened closely.

//not right//

//... hey but you...//

//kissing HER???//

//help!//

//so...finally lost it//

//what am I doing?//

The connection broke and he sat on the stone floor. That last voice had sounded familiar, like his friend Hermione, but he felt dreamy and didn't have the energy to pursue it. He lay down on the floor and once again drifted back into nothingness...

Harry awoke to see the platform bathed in sunlight. He sat up and fumbled for his glasses only to realise he had been wearing them all along. He looked around.

Ginny was lying in a quivering ball, whimpering.

"No, I can't," she cried, "Go away, stop it!"

Harry fell to his knees beside her and shook her awake.

"Ginny! Ginny, are you ok?" He asked concerned.

Ginny looked away, embarrassed, "Its nothing," she muttered.

Harry was not deterred, "What were you saying then?" "Why were you so upset?"

Ginny broke down and cried. "I was in a room," she sobbed, "with no windows and no doors." "There were voices, calling to me, begging me to help them, and I could do nothing."

Harry hugged her until her sobbing subsided. Secretly though, he was unnerved. They had both had the same dreams two nights running, it couldn't have been a coincidence. He just didn't understand what was going on and he didn't like it.

When Ginny came to, there was new resolve etched on her features. "Lets go now." She said and started to unroll the ladder.

Harry's stomach rumbled and he realised that he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning in the great hall. He was starving.

"What are we going to do about food? Aren't you even remotely hungry?"

Ginny paused and unconsciously brushed her hair behind her ears.

"Why don't we pay the house elves a visit?"

With that she climbed down the ladder and Harry followed suit.

Should I leave it here?

...

...

... Nah

Ginny and Harry ran through the trees and out onto the lawns. The only sounds were the occasional bird cries, echoing out of the mist covering the forbidden forest. It promised to be another brilliantly sunny day once the fog had cleared. Suddenly Ginny stopped and ducked behind a tree. Harry quickly followed her.

"What is it?" He asked, surprised.

"We should have thought of this, look!" The grass outside the window that they had broken out of the great hall was trampled and footprints were going off in all directions.

"They're loose in the school and grounds," Ginny whispered, "Do you have you're invisibility cloak?"

Harry swore audibly. "Its in Griffindor tower."

"We're going to have to do without it, follow me."

Ginny ran lightly across the lawn and pressed herself to the stone wall next to the entrance hall. She edged along until she was 3cm's away from the opening and took a quick glance inside.

"It's clear!" She called softly.

Harry ran heavily up to her and they walked into the entrance hall together. Suddenly the clang of running footsteps echoed into the hall, getting louder and louder.

Ginny looked around her in panic. "Hide in here."

She shoved Harry into the same closet he, Ron and Hermione had hidden in, in their third year. She quickly jumped in after him and pulled the door closed.

Inside the closet in was dark and stuffy. They were samwitched together in a decidedly uncomfortable way. Harry could feel Ginnys breath on his cheek. The footsteps drew closer.

I think I will leave it here. [Cackles wickedly] Hope I get more reviews for this chapter or I might stop writing this story. Press the button which says review and tell me what you think if you want to read more. Thankyou to all those who have reviewed me so far.