==*Racing Time*==

(A/N) First of all, let me say that I've been reading this really good fic called Heartstrings and it's in my Fav. Stories list. I loved it so if you could please check it out. It's an awesome fic and really well written but the girl hasn't been able to get many reviews. Thanks and please, check it out. I swear its good.

I'm in a desperate slump right now and I feel the need for more reviews. Could ya'll please tell some other people about this fic for me, you know a kind of referral type thing. PLEASE?! I want more reviews and I'm starting to feel unloved. *sighs and looks about hopefully* well I guess I shouldn't be taking up your time so here's my new chapter.

(Disclaimer) Well you know what? The girls' dresses are mine. Hey it's a start right?

Chapter 6: The Wedding

Harry was sitting alone in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch on the Hogwart grounds. The moonlight swam across the pitch-black, night sky and a handful of stars sparkled in the distance. His prized Firebolt was in his grip and was pulling madly to get free. He let go of it and it floated a little ways above the ground hovering at the exact height for him to mount it. It dangled there for a while as he looked at it longingly. Finally he gave in and mounted it. Just as he was tightening his grip and preparing to kick off from the ground the sound of rustling leaves came from behind his back. He turned around sharply but found no one there. A single leaf twisted and turned and floated away into a light breeze and he sighed. It had only been the wind. Nothing to worry about.

He turned back again and shook off the haunting feeling of eyes on the back of his neck. He had finally gotten ready to kick off the ground once more when he heard it again. This time he was sure it wasn't just the wind. It was footsteps. He lowered his hand into his scarlet Gryffindor robes and slowly pulled out his long wand. He turned around sharply and pointed his wand straight at the heart of a dark figure lurking in the shadows of the near by trees from the Forbidden Forrest.

"Who's there?!" he called out as his voice trembled with his obvious fear.

The figure stepped into the light of the moon and he could plainly see her red flowing hair and sparkling brown eyes. It was Ginny.

"Ginny! What are you doing out here?" he asked suspiciously as he let his pace slow down once again.

"I want to fly." she whispered into the air. It flew across Harry's cheek like the soft touch of a feather or a gentle breeze.

"What?" harry asked again trying to be sure he heard her correctly.

"I want to fly, Harry, and only you can take me there." she said smiling one of her gorgeous Weasley smiles that no one could ever resist.

Harry patted the end of his broom and she glided over to him without making a sound. She wrapped her arms about Harry's waist and laid her face on his back. Harry could feel himself tense up at her closeness. He had missed it so much.

He kicked off from the ground hard and flew up high into the air feeling the wind rush through his hair and could hear it fly through Ginny's. She squeezed him tighter and he promised himself in his mind that he wouldn't let her fall.

When they reached the perfect height to see all of the Hogwart's grounds and even part of Hogsmede Harry leveled out the broom and Ginny loosed her grip a bit on his waist. He looked about and took in the beauty of it all. The lake shimmering like diamonds, the windows of Hogwarts sparkling in the moonlight, the dark trees of the forest swaying in the wind, and Ginny, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his entire life. Nothing could ever replace his love for her. Nothing.

"Harry." Ginny's small voice whispered into his ear. Her light breath on his skin made goosebumps shiver up his back and the hair on his arms stand on end.

"Yeah." he said in return.

"Why did you let me fall?"

Harry's eyebrows kneaded together. What in the world was she talking about? She was sitting right here. She hadn't fallen.

"What? You never fell, Gin. What are you talking about?"

"Oh but I did, Harry. You let me fall a long time ago. When we were only half way up you let me fall, fall just as hard as if we had been 1000 feet in the air Harry. And now I'm dead to you, you and the rest of the world. You killed me!"

"No I di-"

Harry turned around on his broom to find nothing but air sitting behind him.

"Ginny?" he whispered feeling a bit confused. He looked all about but could find her no where. Then he looked down.

"GINNY!"

She was sprawled across the damp cool grass her eyes closed and her hair spread in every which direction. Harry sped to the ground as fast as his broom would allow and pulled up just in time to get off before he crashed. He threw himself onto the ground beside her and grabbed her wrist into his hand. There was no pulse. She was dead.

"NO!! GINNY! WAKE UP!! PLEASE WAKE UP!!!" Ginny's head wobbled limply in Harry's hand and fell back onto the ground in a slump. Harry wrapped his arms about her small cold body and pulled her close to him and wept onto her shoulder. She couldn't be gone. He loved her too much for her too be gone. She had to wake up. She wasn't dead. She could never die. He loved her too much for her to go now. She meant the world to him. If she was dead then, inside, so was he.

He rocked back and forth cradling Ginny in his arms knowing he'd never be able to hold her again once he let go, but he'd never let go. He had to hold on to her forever or he knew that he'd disappear too, and there wasn't any turning back after that.

All at once, everything began to go black. The moon disappeared the stars began to fade away and even the Quidditch pitch faded into the black night. All that was left was Harry and the empty girl sitting alone in the nothingness. Harry opened his eyes and instead of seeing Ginny's beautiful milky-white face full of cheery freckles, he saw nothing. His hands were no longer there nor anything else. He was nothing.

A slithering whispered filled his ears making it feel just like as if worms of some sort of snake had just crawled into it and then the most horrifying noise he ever heard rang full force in his head. It was a cold blood chilling laughter. Cold and evil enough to freeze you to the spot then the low hissing familiar voice filled his ears.

"You love her don't you, Potter? You care for her don't you? Never want anything to hurt her? Well it won't be long, Potter. It won't be long."

The laughter filled his brain again and his head felt fit enough to burst. It was streaming with pain but he could find the breath to scream. He couldn't even find the breath to breathe. He was going to suffocate in the mass of black and the horrible hissing laughter of Voldemort. And then...

He woke up. Harry gasped for breath and clutched his hand hard to his scar, which was burning like someone had plastered a flat iron to his scull and inside he was screaming with pain. But the red hair sticking out of the bed nearby made him hold his screams of pain inside. He couldn't wake Ron again. This had been the seventh time this week he had woken up to the same dream.

It won't be long. The words of Voldemort still rang in his head. What did he mean by that? Surely, he couldn't get Ginny. I mean, they were safe where they were. Voldemort couldn't reach them here. Not with Dumbledore guarding them with his life. Dumbledore rather die than give up the secret so they were safe right.

Harry rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes tightly shut. He had a big day ahead he'd had to get some rest. But try as he may he couldn't get the ringing from his ears. The lingering words of the Dark Lord, It won't be long.

~*~

Ginny woke up July 23 sprawled across the kitchen floor with a large knot on the back of her head. She had been doing it again. This was the seventh time this week she had woken up somewhere besides her bed. Undoubtedly her impact on the kitchen floor had woken her up and she had hit her head on one of the step on her way tumbling down. Ginny rubbed the painfully large knot that had formed and walked back upstairs to the den.

The sun was already beginning to peek over the horizon and was starting to sneak in through the windows. Ginny sat down on the same lumpy brown sofa she and Harry had sat on only just a week ago and she curled up in one of its corners holding her legs to her chest.

She had found herself acting very strange lately. She figured it had something to do with the stress and paranoia the journal had been causing her to go through the past week. She just couldn't seem to sleep correctly anymore and if she did happen to fall asleep, she'd wake up somewhere totally different such as she did this morning. It was beginning to scare her out of her wits just knowing that the Heroine could sneak up on her any time now and it could be anyone. At every little noise she'd jump about ten feet into the air and start to shake like she was having some sort of seizure. She had once pulled her wand out on Crookshanks when she heard him purring on the opposite side of her bed.

Somewhere above her head, she could hear her mum getting out of bed to start the morning. To bad for her. She would be working her end off for the rest of the day. It was finally the day of the wedding and every one was beginning to feel more stress than necessary. But then again, there were some things that really needed to get done. She still hadn't had the flowers placed, the tuxedos still needed to be picked up, and Hermione still needed her dress shoes.

Ginny was still curled up in the corner of the couch when Mrs. Weasley stepped into the room.

"You're up already?" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously. Ginny nodded and Mrs. Weasley continued to stare at her skeptically. "You're growing up so fast it almost too hard for me to keep up with your fazes." She laughed as she sat next to her only daughter.

Ginny lay her head on her mother's shoulder, letting her shining red hair fall onto her chest. "Why couldn't I have just stayed a little girl, Mum? Why'd I have to grow up?" Ginny asked unexpectedly. Mrs. Weasley snickered and kissed the top of Ginny's head.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" she asked sweetly but couldn't help but show an amused smile. She herself had felt the same way at her age.

"It's just...everything! Going back to school knowing that Ron's not coming with me, I'll be the only Weasley left, Bill's getting married, I just broke up with Harry after when been together for so long, now I feel like I'll always be alone for the rest of my life, and I also have this huge burden on my shoulder that I can't tell any one about, and it's driving me mad!" Ginny sighed and she could feel the knot in her throat loosen slightly. It felt good to get all that off her chest when it had been bugging her for this entire week.

"You can't even tell me?" Mrs. Weasley picked at her slightly.

"MUM!"

"Alright! Alright, I was only joking!" she laughed looking quite cheerful even despite her hardships of the day to come. Ginny shook her head and rolled her eyes at her mother's silly behavior. Honestly, couldn't she find another time to joke around and with someone besides herself?

"I just wish I didn't have to feel so stress out all of the time." Ginny sighed putting her face in her own hands. Mrs. Weasley patted her back and sighed herself.

"Tell me about it!"

~*~

It was finally done. Everything was finally in order and Ginny felt as if she could finally breathe again. She knew that even if it wasn't her own wedding everything still had to be perfect. She and Mrs. Weasley had made sure every last flower was tucked into place and every man had a tux. Even Hermione's shoes were finally on her feet.

Ginny sat and watched Fleur, Hermione, and Fleur's sister Gabrielle primp in front of the mirror...again! She herself had been done for nearly an hour, but it seemed as if it was taking them forever.

Fleur's long silvery hair fell to her waist in long curls; she along with Hermione's awesome wits had accomplished after hours of work. A long white veil was attached to a sparkling diamond tiara that was lying atop her head. Her dress was a tube topped dress, fit tightly at the top and fell nice and loosely at the bottom. Bead shimmered all over her dress every time she passed near a window. She looked absolutely stunning.

All the bridesmaids wore red silk halter-topped dresses full of shimmer and sparkles and dipped low in the back. The dress brought out every inch of Hermione's natural beauty and she looked just as gorgeous as Fleur and her sister. However, when Ginny looked at her own self in the mirror, all she would see was a plain ordinary girl who was trying to look flashy in a wonderful red dress that clashed horribly with her hair. In her eyes, she was hideous.

Mrs. Weasley stormed in suddenly, looking terribly stressed and overworked, carrying a large glass of brandy in her clutches. All four of the girls stared at her awkwardly as she began to pace the room rapidly, muttering to herself under her breath, then, at once, left the room again. The girls gazed at each other curiously then shrugged at the poor lady's peculiar behavior.

A few short seconds later, Mr. Weasley came in wearing a fresh white tuxedo and a large smile pasted onto his lips.

"Sorry about Molly, girls. She's feeling a bit stressful right now so don't take mind of her curious behavior," He snickered at their still peculiar faces. "She came in here to tell you that the guests have arrived and you'll be needed shortly, but she got a little...well...sidetracked. Yes! Sidetracked! So I should expect you skip on out into the entrance hall in about, let's say, ten minutes. Yes, that should be plenty long enough."

As Mr. Weasley walked back out of the door, Hermione and Gabrielle ran full force towards the mirror again for one last "checkup". Fleur, however, to Ginny's great surprise, did not. Instead, she sat down in a nearby chair twiddling her fingers nervously, looking deathly pale. Ginny feeling it her duty as maid-of-honor unwillingly trudged over to her side.

"Er, Hey." Ginny said smiling awkwardly.

" 'Ello." Fleur muttered in her thick French accent. Her eye looked terribly out of focus and her cheeks had lost all of their usual cheery color.

"You wanna talk?" Ginny asked knowing the answer before she had even asked.

"Non, I am fine. I am alright." Fleur mumbled looking down at her feet untruthfully.

"Of course, you're not!" Ginny said looking totally appalled at the very idea of her statement of being "fine". "No one is ever "fine" on their wedding day! It the very day you have to let go of all those totally hot guys out there and get stuck forever with one guy for the rest of your life. Why would you be okay? Besides, that's the whole point of having a maid-of-honor. They have to make sure the bride doesn't pass out from nervousness or rip of the dress and go streaking around the church yelling about hula dancing snowmen or something of the sort." Ginny joked trying to find something a bit more relaxing.

Fleur began to laugh and some or her color began to come back into her cheeks. When she smiled she seemed to light up the entire room and made Ginny feel more small and worthless than she had ever felt before. If only she could be as happily in love as this girl before her could. If only she and Harry were two normal people like Fleur and Bill perhaps they'd still be together.

"Merci beacoup, Ginny. You al'ays make me veel so vonderful. I am so very lucky as to 'ave you for a friend." Fleur said giving Ginny a big sisterly hug.

"Come on girls." Gabrielle squealed excitedly as she took off in a sprint for the exit door. "It's time."

~*~

The wedding went perfectly. It was just as beautiful as Ginny would have dreamed her own to have gone, with only one exception. The problem was that Bill had thought she and Harry were still dating and had paired them off together at the beginning and the end. Ginny had never felt so flustered as she did those few seconds it took her to walk down the isle with her ex-boyfriend.

It was finished now though and everything was done and over with. Never had Ginny felt so relieved. So now, she sat back in a cold chair at the reception hall, sipping on a butterbeer, waiting, along with the other guests, for Bill and Fleur to arrive.

Ginny watched as a band in the corner played a soft sweet song and couples came and went by twirling in place with the music. Ron and Hermione were sitting nearby bickering (as usual) over weither or not Ron was drunk. Ginny knew for a fact that she had seen Fred and George slip him a Firewhiskey when her mum and Hermione weren't looking.

Harry was sitting at the same table as them and yet he was pushed farther off to the side. Ginny couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him just then. After all, she knew what he was going through right now and she knew just how much it actually hurt. But then again, the only reason she was sitting there in the first place was because of him.

Taking Ginny quite by surprise, the chair next to her began to squeak madly as a person beside her began to pull it back. She looked up into the gorgeous face of Seamus Finnigan, his sandy colored hair falling flawlessly in his face as he flashed a charming smile at her.

"Mind if I sit down?" he asked flirtatiously waving his hand over the chair and giving another magnificent grin.

"No! Not at all." Ginny smiled in return patting the seat lightly. He sat down beside her and ran his hands through his hair making it fall back in his face sexier than it had appeared before.

"So...how have you been these days?" he asked casually, drumming his fingers on the table with the music.

"Fine, I guess." she lied biting her bottom lip as she always did when she was nervous or felt like she was doing something wrong.

"Well that's good."

"And you?"

"Same as always."

Silence.

Seamus continued to drum his fingers on the table and Ginny continued to chew at her lip for a while, as the awkwardness continued to increase. The tension between then began to become too much for either of them to bear and before long Seamus' last thread of patience snapped. He slapped his hand down hard on the table and turned to face a not so very surprised Ginny.

"Listen, this thing we have between us is just too much. I know that we feel awkward about Us together now but I can't take the fact that we can't still be friends. What we had then was then and no matter how much I wish it was, it's not now. We as friends are now. We were always close when you and Dean were dating, really close. And when we kissed and Dean walked in on us everything changed. He had broke up with you so that we could be together but for some reason, I don't even understand we just couldn't be around each other anymore. We haven't bee the same anymore and I'm just too sick and tired of it, Gin. Can't we just be friends again?"

Ginny stared at him dumbstruck then started to laugh out loud. "Yes! You have not idea how much I was hoping one of us would finally come out and say that!" Seamus smiled also and wrapped her in a tight hug just a slow song struck up.

"Hey, you want to dance?" he asked standing from the table with a tempting outstretched hand.

Ginny glanced over at Harry's table and saw him quickly look down at his glass of water. A small blush raced across his face and a sly smile pierced Ginny's lips.

"I'd love to," she said loudly, loud enough for anyone nearby to her very clearly. At the table across from her own, Harry placed his head into his hands trying to force back tears.

~*~

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(Quote of the Day)

~It is better to remain silent and appear stupid than to open your mouth and erase all doubt.

(Summary for Ch.7) Ginny has been acting very strange and Hermione is beginning to grow concerned for her friend's well being. When she asks Ginny what's up she finds something bigger than she expected. But what shocks her even more is to find a wand pointed directly at her face.

(Thanks)

~RusselGrl15- I'm glad you liked it so much.

~cristen- well it's pretty much confusing to everyone, but you get the main idea right? There is a Heroine who has the power to kill Harry. And Ginny has no idea who it is. Well actually no one does. Got it?

~xzaire-Well actually Fred and George didn't do much, but they did get Ron drunk. Hehe.

~jac- Well I dunno… maybe maybe not, I guess your just gunna have to keep reading to find out **wink wink**

~Shanks Weasley- Wow! I'm glad you like my stories so much but really you shouldn't kill yourself over it. Thanks for reading. J Oh and by the way I will be checking out your fic VERY soon. Look out for me alright. Yay! I get to be Ron's temporary g/f! I love Ron sooo much! Aww he's so cute!