The Placebo Trilogy: Part One: a Friend in need is a friend indeed
Chapter 4: Scarhead
We found an old doll,
She was out in the grass,
She had special powers,
We said a black mass.
We sat in a circle,
All holding hands.
The doll'd been held together,
With old rubber bands.
She'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise!
-Rasputina -----
Yes it was Harry. Big surprise, eh? Harry was laid out on the stretcher, all moaning and holding his stomach.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, turning her head as slowly as possible to look at them.
"Ginny!" Ron practically screeched. "Thank Merlin you're here! Get out of bed and get Madam Pomfrey! Harry is ill!"
Ginny just stared, her mind not quite processing her brother's order.
"Moan," came Harry.
Ginny looked into the wild and expectant faces of Hermione and her brother.
"Umm....no," Ginny said.
"What? What do you mean, no? Harry could be dying and you say no?!" Ron practically screeched again.
"I've just broken my arm and fractured my skull, you arse!" Ginny yelled at
them. ("Moan") "I'm in no position to be getting out of bed. Fuck off." Ginny turned very slowly to put her back to them.
"What about Harry?" Hermione sounded tearful.
"Call the bloody nurse yourself!" Ginny yelled as loudly as her head would allow her to.
"Moan"
While the two uninjured students went to find the nurse with Ron muttering "People- bloody incompetent these days.", Ginny felt something bump into her bed. Tuning slowly she saw it was "Moan"...Harry on his stretcher that had floated over. When Madam Pomfrey came out she fussed over Harry after throwing Ron and Hermione out (much to Ginny's satisfaction).
Ginny looked over at the bed separating hers and Harry's. On it sat the same boy she saw with Harry the other day in the hall.
"Hi," Ginny said in a low voice.
The boy, a few years older than she was, looked over at her. "You can see me?" The boy asked.
"What do you mean-ohh," Ginny said. "I get it. You're dead."
The boy nodded.
"Well, I just became a Walker. That's why I saw you in the hall."
The boy looked frightened and started floating back a bit.
"Don't worry. I won't send you back. You're obviously here for a reason. I'm supposed to help you before any forceful measures are taken anyway."
"Oh, that's good." The boy replied looking over at Harry.
"So you're here for Harry? Big surprise, everyone is," Ginny said a bit bitterly. "What's your name?"
"James Potter," came his reply.
"Oh my gods!" Ginny gasped. "Your Harry's dad! Wow!" She stared at him noticing the resemblances now, unable to stare at him despite her distaste for Harry.
James nodded.
"That's amazing," Ginny said wide-eyed. "Well the whole forcing thing: don't worry. I haven't even got the Sword of Griffindor so..."
James looked up. "Hey," he appeared to think things over. "Little girl if I tell you where the sword is will you not force me into the Next Realm?"
Ginny breathed in. "Of course I won't force you. I want my first...time at this to be in a non-violent way!"
James seemed to accept this. "Well," the rather dead young man said. "It's in Dumbledore's office."
"Really?"
"Moan"
"Yes, I saw it last year when Harry went to his office. It's what he fought with in that chamber thing."
Ginny inhaled sharply. That was what Harry had saved her with? That sword she vaguely remembered Harry tucking into his belt as they latched onto Fawkes the Phoenix to escape?
"Wow, thanks," Ginny replied.
"Of course."
"So..." Ginny stared at Harry. "What's wrong with him?"
"Oh he ate some bad shellfish at dinner. I knew he shouldn't have." James shook his head. "That boy should have listened to Hermione."
"Oh," Ginny said, smirking.
"Oh yes and that Malfoy boy is here," James said pointing to the shadows. "He's been in here looking at you since I got here. Bye." and with that James disappeared into The Lesser of the Next Realm.
"Moan"
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Ginny looked over to where James Potter had pointed. Looking to see if Madam Pomfrey was still in her office (she was) Ginny turned back to the shadows.
"Well?" Ginny said lifting her head slowly (about an inch off her pillow). "Come out." Malfoy emerged, annoyed.
"So you are a Walker too," he snarled.
"Yes I-," Ginny began.
"Save it!" Draco sneered. Ginny lifted her eyebrow. He really was a brat wasn't he?
"Jealous much?" she asked.
"You wish," and Draco swooped out of the infirmary.
"Goodness!" Pomphrey said with an anti-acid-izing potion...thing in her hand. "You're awake."
"Yes ma'am."
"Well you'll be well enough by tomorrow's dinner I suppose." Ginny could see, though, that the nurse would keep her in the infirmary five extra days if she could.
"Moan"
"Yes, yes," Pomfrey bustled over to Harry's bedside. "I haven't forgotten. Drink this and be on your way, Mr. Potter." Harry did and stopped moaning (finally). Ginny giggled when the nurse pushed him out where Ron and Hermione were waiting.
Before the doors closed she heard Hermione yelling, "Harry! You're alive!" ----
The next day Ginny was discharged from the infirmary and sent to dinner.
After listening to the Trio rave on to the other Griffindors on how brave and courageous Harry had been Ginny left. Deciding to follow James's information she trekked over to Dumbledore's office where he let her in.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, how are you?" the old headmaster asked.
"I'm feeling better."
"Well what can I help you with?" Dumbledore asked kind naturedly(is that a word?).
"Well..." Ginny began, fidgeting in her seat. "I kinda need that." Ginny pointed to the sword she had seen on her arrival in Dumbledore's office.
"I see and this would be because...?"
"Well, I kinda...um...became a Walker," Ginny replied.
"I see." Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, yes. This fits very well."
Ginny looked at him as if he was a raving old loon (which wasn't very far off). "Er, what fits, sir?" she asked.
"Well you will not deny Miss Granger has stumbled across a rather telling prophesy."
"How-?"
"Oh," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "I know a lot of things Harry and his friends don't tell me."
"Yes me too," Ginny mumbled, thinking of the time she heard Harry, Ron and Hermione talking about Sirius.
"Also I would think you would like proper training, Miss Weasley. Mr. Malfoy as he may have led on is also a Walker. Most peculiar for two in one generation... You will join our tutor sessions."
She nodded.
"I will look for you both on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays two hours after dinner.
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The next day Malfoy tripped Ginny in the hall. Ginny tumbled down, books, papers, and other paraphernalia scattered everywhere. People laughed but no one helped her- preferring to trample on over her things.
"Oomph!" Ginny grunted, hitting the floor. Glaring up at her attacker she yelled, "Gods Malfoy, what are you, four?!"
Malfoy glared, smirked and kicked one of her books down the hall along with him to class. Ginny saw red.
"Urg! Malfoy!" He didn't turn around which in this author's humble opinion was a big mistake as she quickly pulled out her wand.
"Get back here!" She muttered next: "Accio Malfoy! Accio book!"
Ginny sidestepped, laughing hysterically, as Malfoy crashed into the ground at her feet.
"You annoying prick, don't ever take something of mine again!" and with that she walked off but not before casting the bat bogey hex on him. ----
The next day was Tuesday and Ginny had Walker lessons with Dumbledore and Draco.
Ginny fumed thinking how childish Malfoy could be. How deliberate he could be. Just to get her dander up. Well no matter. Ginny was resolved on the situation. She would show Draco she was just as good a Walker as he was. No matter how jealous he was about it.
"Boys," Ginny muttered as she sat in bed trying to decide whether breakfast was worth getting out of bed for.
"What's wrong with boys?" came a voice next to her.
Ginny jumped, oh, about four feet. James Potter nearly died laughing...you know...if he could die again.
"James Potter!" Ginny said indignantly before lowering her voice to not wake her roommates. "What are you doing here?" She covered herself a bit more. Ghost or not, Ginny didn't really want to expose herself to Harry's dad.
"Aw- it's so boring in Harry's room." James pretended to sit on (though he was two inches above) the bed near her ankles. "Frank's son, Neville is it? He snores something awful!"
"Yes well they'll be awake soon so..." Ginny started to sit up a bit more.
"Wait, wait!" James said a bit frantically. "You're the only one who can see me besides that Malfoy brat." (James shuddered) "What's your name anyway?"
"Ginny Weasley," Ginny replied. "Harry's best friends with my brother, Ron."
"Oh the one with the crush on Hermione!" James said a bit wickedly.
Ginny giggled. Yes she liked James. He didn't come off as the overly heroic-type like Harry and his friends. Ginny sort of hoped they would become friends before she had to... send him back or whatever. Ginny never did have many friends and since no one noticed her it shouldn't seem odd if she was talking to thin air.
After James disappeared Ginny walked down to the Great Hall. Sitting down near the end she spied James hovering near Harry and Ron, who, Ginny noted disgustedly, were scarfing down their food a bit too fast. James winked a bit and waved causing Ginny to wave back. Harry, seeing this, obviously thinking the wave was for him returned the gesture. Ginny giggled: James was making faces at her.
Ron turned to Harry, "Eckon shhhill arsa crubsh o oou, rriee."
Which this author understands is translated to: "I reckon she still has a crush on you, Harry." or "I reckon she needs to feed you penguins, Mary." Either works.
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A/N- that was it! the el big chapter (teehee- yes I was redundant) oer its 7 pages!!! yay!
Chapter 4: Scarhead
We found an old doll,
She was out in the grass,
She had special powers,
We said a black mass.
We sat in a circle,
All holding hands.
The doll'd been held together,
With old rubber bands.
She'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise!
-Rasputina -----
Yes it was Harry. Big surprise, eh? Harry was laid out on the stretcher, all moaning and holding his stomach.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, turning her head as slowly as possible to look at them.
"Ginny!" Ron practically screeched. "Thank Merlin you're here! Get out of bed and get Madam Pomfrey! Harry is ill!"
Ginny just stared, her mind not quite processing her brother's order.
"Moan," came Harry.
Ginny looked into the wild and expectant faces of Hermione and her brother.
"Umm....no," Ginny said.
"What? What do you mean, no? Harry could be dying and you say no?!" Ron practically screeched again.
"I've just broken my arm and fractured my skull, you arse!" Ginny yelled at
them. ("Moan") "I'm in no position to be getting out of bed. Fuck off." Ginny turned very slowly to put her back to them.
"What about Harry?" Hermione sounded tearful.
"Call the bloody nurse yourself!" Ginny yelled as loudly as her head would allow her to.
"Moan"
While the two uninjured students went to find the nurse with Ron muttering "People- bloody incompetent these days.", Ginny felt something bump into her bed. Tuning slowly she saw it was "Moan"...Harry on his stretcher that had floated over. When Madam Pomfrey came out she fussed over Harry after throwing Ron and Hermione out (much to Ginny's satisfaction).
Ginny looked over at the bed separating hers and Harry's. On it sat the same boy she saw with Harry the other day in the hall.
"Hi," Ginny said in a low voice.
The boy, a few years older than she was, looked over at her. "You can see me?" The boy asked.
"What do you mean-ohh," Ginny said. "I get it. You're dead."
The boy nodded.
"Well, I just became a Walker. That's why I saw you in the hall."
The boy looked frightened and started floating back a bit.
"Don't worry. I won't send you back. You're obviously here for a reason. I'm supposed to help you before any forceful measures are taken anyway."
"Oh, that's good." The boy replied looking over at Harry.
"So you're here for Harry? Big surprise, everyone is," Ginny said a bit bitterly. "What's your name?"
"James Potter," came his reply.
"Oh my gods!" Ginny gasped. "Your Harry's dad! Wow!" She stared at him noticing the resemblances now, unable to stare at him despite her distaste for Harry.
James nodded.
"That's amazing," Ginny said wide-eyed. "Well the whole forcing thing: don't worry. I haven't even got the Sword of Griffindor so..."
James looked up. "Hey," he appeared to think things over. "Little girl if I tell you where the sword is will you not force me into the Next Realm?"
Ginny breathed in. "Of course I won't force you. I want my first...time at this to be in a non-violent way!"
James seemed to accept this. "Well," the rather dead young man said. "It's in Dumbledore's office."
"Really?"
"Moan"
"Yes, I saw it last year when Harry went to his office. It's what he fought with in that chamber thing."
Ginny inhaled sharply. That was what Harry had saved her with? That sword she vaguely remembered Harry tucking into his belt as they latched onto Fawkes the Phoenix to escape?
"Wow, thanks," Ginny replied.
"Of course."
"So..." Ginny stared at Harry. "What's wrong with him?"
"Oh he ate some bad shellfish at dinner. I knew he shouldn't have." James shook his head. "That boy should have listened to Hermione."
"Oh," Ginny said, smirking.
"Oh yes and that Malfoy boy is here," James said pointing to the shadows. "He's been in here looking at you since I got here. Bye." and with that James disappeared into The Lesser of the Next Realm.
"Moan"
-----
Ginny looked over to where James Potter had pointed. Looking to see if Madam Pomfrey was still in her office (she was) Ginny turned back to the shadows.
"Well?" Ginny said lifting her head slowly (about an inch off her pillow). "Come out." Malfoy emerged, annoyed.
"So you are a Walker too," he snarled.
"Yes I-," Ginny began.
"Save it!" Draco sneered. Ginny lifted her eyebrow. He really was a brat wasn't he?
"Jealous much?" she asked.
"You wish," and Draco swooped out of the infirmary.
"Goodness!" Pomphrey said with an anti-acid-izing potion...thing in her hand. "You're awake."
"Yes ma'am."
"Well you'll be well enough by tomorrow's dinner I suppose." Ginny could see, though, that the nurse would keep her in the infirmary five extra days if she could.
"Moan"
"Yes, yes," Pomfrey bustled over to Harry's bedside. "I haven't forgotten. Drink this and be on your way, Mr. Potter." Harry did and stopped moaning (finally). Ginny giggled when the nurse pushed him out where Ron and Hermione were waiting.
Before the doors closed she heard Hermione yelling, "Harry! You're alive!" ----
The next day Ginny was discharged from the infirmary and sent to dinner.
After listening to the Trio rave on to the other Griffindors on how brave and courageous Harry had been Ginny left. Deciding to follow James's information she trekked over to Dumbledore's office where he let her in.
"Ah, Miss Weasley, how are you?" the old headmaster asked.
"I'm feeling better."
"Well what can I help you with?" Dumbledore asked kind naturedly(is that a word?).
"Well..." Ginny began, fidgeting in her seat. "I kinda need that." Ginny pointed to the sword she had seen on her arrival in Dumbledore's office.
"I see and this would be because...?"
"Well, I kinda...um...became a Walker," Ginny replied.
"I see." Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, yes. This fits very well."
Ginny looked at him as if he was a raving old loon (which wasn't very far off). "Er, what fits, sir?" she asked.
"Well you will not deny Miss Granger has stumbled across a rather telling prophesy."
"How-?"
"Oh," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "I know a lot of things Harry and his friends don't tell me."
"Yes me too," Ginny mumbled, thinking of the time she heard Harry, Ron and Hermione talking about Sirius.
"Also I would think you would like proper training, Miss Weasley. Mr. Malfoy as he may have led on is also a Walker. Most peculiar for two in one generation... You will join our tutor sessions."
She nodded.
"I will look for you both on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays two hours after dinner.
-----
The next day Malfoy tripped Ginny in the hall. Ginny tumbled down, books, papers, and other paraphernalia scattered everywhere. People laughed but no one helped her- preferring to trample on over her things.
"Oomph!" Ginny grunted, hitting the floor. Glaring up at her attacker she yelled, "Gods Malfoy, what are you, four?!"
Malfoy glared, smirked and kicked one of her books down the hall along with him to class. Ginny saw red.
"Urg! Malfoy!" He didn't turn around which in this author's humble opinion was a big mistake as she quickly pulled out her wand.
"Get back here!" She muttered next: "Accio Malfoy! Accio book!"
Ginny sidestepped, laughing hysterically, as Malfoy crashed into the ground at her feet.
"You annoying prick, don't ever take something of mine again!" and with that she walked off but not before casting the bat bogey hex on him. ----
The next day was Tuesday and Ginny had Walker lessons with Dumbledore and Draco.
Ginny fumed thinking how childish Malfoy could be. How deliberate he could be. Just to get her dander up. Well no matter. Ginny was resolved on the situation. She would show Draco she was just as good a Walker as he was. No matter how jealous he was about it.
"Boys," Ginny muttered as she sat in bed trying to decide whether breakfast was worth getting out of bed for.
"What's wrong with boys?" came a voice next to her.
Ginny jumped, oh, about four feet. James Potter nearly died laughing...you know...if he could die again.
"James Potter!" Ginny said indignantly before lowering her voice to not wake her roommates. "What are you doing here?" She covered herself a bit more. Ghost or not, Ginny didn't really want to expose herself to Harry's dad.
"Aw- it's so boring in Harry's room." James pretended to sit on (though he was two inches above) the bed near her ankles. "Frank's son, Neville is it? He snores something awful!"
"Yes well they'll be awake soon so..." Ginny started to sit up a bit more.
"Wait, wait!" James said a bit frantically. "You're the only one who can see me besides that Malfoy brat." (James shuddered) "What's your name anyway?"
"Ginny Weasley," Ginny replied. "Harry's best friends with my brother, Ron."
"Oh the one with the crush on Hermione!" James said a bit wickedly.
Ginny giggled. Yes she liked James. He didn't come off as the overly heroic-type like Harry and his friends. Ginny sort of hoped they would become friends before she had to... send him back or whatever. Ginny never did have many friends and since no one noticed her it shouldn't seem odd if she was talking to thin air.
After James disappeared Ginny walked down to the Great Hall. Sitting down near the end she spied James hovering near Harry and Ron, who, Ginny noted disgustedly, were scarfing down their food a bit too fast. James winked a bit and waved causing Ginny to wave back. Harry, seeing this, obviously thinking the wave was for him returned the gesture. Ginny giggled: James was making faces at her.
Ron turned to Harry, "Eckon shhhill arsa crubsh o oou, rriee."
Which this author understands is translated to: "I reckon she still has a crush on you, Harry." or "I reckon she needs to feed you penguins, Mary." Either works.
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A/N- that was it! the el big chapter (teehee- yes I was redundant) oer its 7 pages!!! yay!