Disclaimer: Yes! I'm rich! Harry & Co. are mine, all mine! I'm J.K.
Rowling! NOOOO!!!!! I'm being sucked into the Department of Mysteries and
my money, fame, and name fly beyond the veil. Damn. I'm stuck paying for
school again.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed so far. I just want to let everyone know that I love reviews, but I don't like flames, so please, either make it constructive, nice, or nothing at all. Thanks.
Moony-Padfoot-Prongs-4ever
Ch. 2
Harry stared at the letter for the longest time and then decided to wait for it. He would check his OWL results first. He opened up the letter that was stamped with the Hogwarts seal and read.
Mr. Harry Potter,
The results of your OWL exams are as follows:
Transfiguration: E Care of Magical Creatures: E Divination: A Defence Against the Dark Arts: O Potions: O Herbology: E Charms: O Astronomy: A History of Magic: D
Congratulations. I hope to see you on September 1. Please be at Platform 9 ¾ for the eleven o'clock train. Have a good summer.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
'Wow,' thought Harry, 'I can't believe that I got the mark for potions. Wait till Snape sees me in that class.' He then turned and couldn't put off hearing from the mysterious Ginny anymore. Part of him wanted to rip the letter open and see if she was going to bare her soul to him, while the other part wanted to refrain from reading it. Taking a deep breath, he opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
I'm not going to ask you how you feel, because I know that you feel crappy. I can't say that you will feel better soon or tell you to get over it, because you won't and can't. I know that we are all feeling the loss of Sirius, some more deeply than others mind you, but I don't think that anyone can even come close to the pain that you are feeling. No one understands that. I am trying to though. I miss you. Not just you the person, but the old you. I miss your smile and personality. I miss your laugh. I haven't heard it in the longest time. I know that you are going crazy in that muggle house, but we are thinking of a way to get you out of there safely. Your safety is on the line and we don't want you to get hurt. Hermione is coming here. Did she tell you that yet? She is going to be arriving tomorrow morning. When you get here, you can catch up with them and tell them what's been happening. Just know that I am here and you can stop by my door anytime you want to chat. Hopefully, the Burrow will bring the old Harry back to us.
Love,
Ginny
PS: Happy Birthday. I found your gift at my favourite shop in Diagon Alley. I also added something extra from my own room. Enjoy and use in good health.
Finishing the letter, Harry sat and stared at the piece of parchment. After a moment, he placed it gently on his desk and went to open the gift. He unwrapped it slowly and carefully. Underneath the brown paper, he saw a box, stamped with a sign that said: THE WEASLEYS' WIZARDING WHEEZES SURVIVAL KIT!!!! Inside the kit, Harry found a supply of Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs, a Skiving Snack box, a small portable swamp and some dungbombs. Harry also discovered a book at the bottom of the package. He pulled it out and looked at it. The title read: "Harry Potter: Not Just the Boy-Who-Lived Anymore." "Ginny," whispered Harry as he began to flip through the carefully put together scrapbook. He opened up the book to the first page. It said:
PROPERTY OF VIRGINA WEASLEY
There was a picture of Harry and Ginny right above it. It was taken after a Qudditch game in their fifth year. He had Colin Creevy to thank for that. As he looked at all the pictures, he saw that some were of him running away from Colin and his obsession with Harry while others were of the Weasleys and him sharing those precious memories that made his life worthwhile. He smiled as he saw this. It was his first authentic smile in a long time. Flipping further into the book, he found the same photo of the DA that Ron had given him as well as the one of them all sitting in the hospital wing. This time though, Harry noticed something that shouldn't have been there. Then he felt it. He realised that something was most definitely wrong. He ran over to his desk and ripped off a piece of parchment. On it he wrote:
Ron-
'No, wait. Scratch that,' thought Harry. 'He said that George and Fred are helping Ginny.' Again he began to write:
Fred and George-
Ginny's in trouble. She needs you now!
-Harry
As Harry finished writing this and sent Hedwig on her way to deliver the message, he felt a jolt in his stomach. The last thing that he remembered was feeling his scar burn and hitting the cold hard floor.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed so far. I just want to let everyone know that I love reviews, but I don't like flames, so please, either make it constructive, nice, or nothing at all. Thanks.
Moony-Padfoot-Prongs-4ever
Ch. 2
Harry stared at the letter for the longest time and then decided to wait for it. He would check his OWL results first. He opened up the letter that was stamped with the Hogwarts seal and read.
Mr. Harry Potter,
The results of your OWL exams are as follows:
Transfiguration: E Care of Magical Creatures: E Divination: A Defence Against the Dark Arts: O Potions: O Herbology: E Charms: O Astronomy: A History of Magic: D
Congratulations. I hope to see you on September 1. Please be at Platform 9 ¾ for the eleven o'clock train. Have a good summer.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
'Wow,' thought Harry, 'I can't believe that I got the mark for potions. Wait till Snape sees me in that class.' He then turned and couldn't put off hearing from the mysterious Ginny anymore. Part of him wanted to rip the letter open and see if she was going to bare her soul to him, while the other part wanted to refrain from reading it. Taking a deep breath, he opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
I'm not going to ask you how you feel, because I know that you feel crappy. I can't say that you will feel better soon or tell you to get over it, because you won't and can't. I know that we are all feeling the loss of Sirius, some more deeply than others mind you, but I don't think that anyone can even come close to the pain that you are feeling. No one understands that. I am trying to though. I miss you. Not just you the person, but the old you. I miss your smile and personality. I miss your laugh. I haven't heard it in the longest time. I know that you are going crazy in that muggle house, but we are thinking of a way to get you out of there safely. Your safety is on the line and we don't want you to get hurt. Hermione is coming here. Did she tell you that yet? She is going to be arriving tomorrow morning. When you get here, you can catch up with them and tell them what's been happening. Just know that I am here and you can stop by my door anytime you want to chat. Hopefully, the Burrow will bring the old Harry back to us.
Love,
Ginny
PS: Happy Birthday. I found your gift at my favourite shop in Diagon Alley. I also added something extra from my own room. Enjoy and use in good health.
Finishing the letter, Harry sat and stared at the piece of parchment. After a moment, he placed it gently on his desk and went to open the gift. He unwrapped it slowly and carefully. Underneath the brown paper, he saw a box, stamped with a sign that said: THE WEASLEYS' WIZARDING WHEEZES SURVIVAL KIT!!!! Inside the kit, Harry found a supply of Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs, a Skiving Snack box, a small portable swamp and some dungbombs. Harry also discovered a book at the bottom of the package. He pulled it out and looked at it. The title read: "Harry Potter: Not Just the Boy-Who-Lived Anymore." "Ginny," whispered Harry as he began to flip through the carefully put together scrapbook. He opened up the book to the first page. It said:
PROPERTY OF VIRGINA WEASLEY
There was a picture of Harry and Ginny right above it. It was taken after a Qudditch game in their fifth year. He had Colin Creevy to thank for that. As he looked at all the pictures, he saw that some were of him running away from Colin and his obsession with Harry while others were of the Weasleys and him sharing those precious memories that made his life worthwhile. He smiled as he saw this. It was his first authentic smile in a long time. Flipping further into the book, he found the same photo of the DA that Ron had given him as well as the one of them all sitting in the hospital wing. This time though, Harry noticed something that shouldn't have been there. Then he felt it. He realised that something was most definitely wrong. He ran over to his desk and ripped off a piece of parchment. On it he wrote:
Ron-
'No, wait. Scratch that,' thought Harry. 'He said that George and Fred are helping Ginny.' Again he began to write:
Fred and George-
Ginny's in trouble. She needs you now!
-Harry
As Harry finished writing this and sent Hedwig on her way to deliver the message, he felt a jolt in his stomach. The last thing that he remembered was feeling his scar burn and hitting the cold hard floor.