Hey. All right, I'm incredibly sorry nothing has been posted in so long. However, my computer crashed and none of this was saved to disk – cuz I'm an idiotJ
And I was just in France for three weeks. If you've never been there, go; it's the most amazing place on Earth!! (However, there are some things that are a little (a lot) creepy)
Wasn't order of the phoenix amazing?! I read it all the day after I got home from France.
Illumenmanti
Secret Society do exist
Illumenmanti –ti- ti- ti- ti
-Fatboy Slim
Ginny's Pov
Dumbledore pauses for an extremely long second before he begins to explain. "15 years ago there was a prophecy that a child born of a Flower would be Lord Voldermort's downfall. At the time, we all believed that child to be you Harry. However, as circumstances change, we have been forced to reexamine what we thought."
"Harry, the baby in that prophecy could still be you, but it is just as likely that the baby is Ginny's child. Ginny, you are a Flower. Lily Potter was a Flower as well."
Dumbledore pauses as both McGonagall and Snape's faces register shock. Harry's face is a clueless as I feel. "Virginia, a Flower is an extremely rare person, who, if trained, is able to do powerful Light magic. Their strongest gifts, however, are compassion and empathy. You are viewed as a powerful enemy to the dark side, which is why you have been a target for so long. Narcissa Malfoy was also a Flower, she is now a shell of a person. You see, just like a real flower, a magical Flower can stand only so many frosts until she succumbs to wilting."
"But Professor, I don't understand. How can you know I'm a flower? And… and if the prophecy's true, then why would they… would they…?" How could I put into words what I was feeling? Lucius Malfoy had raped me. He had increased the chances that I would have a baby. It was incredibly hard to comprehend and harder still to admit to the world what had happened to me.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, his blue eyes immeasurably sad. "Virginia, all of the professors in this room know of your rape. We don't understand why Voldermort requested it, but we do know that it was on his orders that you were attacked. They do know you are a Flower and are doing everything possible to destroy you - and Harry. They believe the best way to get to him is through you. As far as I know, they don't know you are pregnant, so they most likely still believe Harry to be the baby in the prophecy."
"And how do we know you are a flower? You already know that your mother went through a horrible labor when she gave birth to you. She was unable to stop bleeding and you were barely surviving. You were given up for dead, when you miraculously began breathing on your own and your mother stopped bleeding. With that powerful entrance into the world, it was inevitable that you would be tested. We found flower blood within you. Your mother believes that some of Lily Potter's spirit was transferred to you, as you were born the day she died. However, there can be many different explanations for Flower blood. And even if you do have Flower blood, it doesn't mean you will become a Flower. Only the most empathic creatures actually grow into there Flower blood. You, Virginia, have most certainly grown into yours."
"You also need to understand how rare you are. Ever since Voldermort had taken control, he had tried desperately to kill every person with flower blood in them. Flowers used to be fairly common, but thanks to his reign, they are now all but obsolete. You and Narcissa Malfoy are the only Flowers in existence."
Holy shit. How does everything manage to somehow happen to me? Why do I have to be empathetic? So I can develop powerful magic. So what? Am I going to be used as a pawn again in this horrible war? God knows, I'd already been Tom's pawn, when I was too young to understand anything. And I was seen as a pawn to be used to get to Harry. And the other girls were terribly jealous of my position as Harry's Girlfriend.
I no longer cared about all of that, though. "Professor, how will I keep my baby safe?"
"Excellent question, Miss Weasley. That is one of the reasons I called Professor McGonagall up here with us. I would like you to leave the Gryffindor rooms and instead stay in Professor McGonagall quarters with her. I feel that is one of the best ways to insure your safety. I'd also like you to stay on Hogwarts grounds at all times."
I nodded, hoping Dumbledore knew what he was doing. "I'd also like you and Harry to avoid seeing each other as much as possible. Harry if you could tell your friends you broke up with-"
"They already know, Professor." Harry interrupted. I looked at him, surprised. Had he actually meant it when he said he "would let me go?"
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. "Well. Harry I would like you to continue coming to my office, so we can focus on harnessing your anger and find a better outlet for it."
"Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape will help you with this. Well, I believe that is all. Ginny, Professor McGonagall will accompany you to her rooms. Your trunk will be brought up before the end of the day."
"All right."
"Perhaps you should take a day off and think about what I've told you. Well now, you may go."
The door swung open and one by one we walked silently out.
Harry's POV
Good God. Dumbledore seemed to thoroughly enjoy disrupting my life. He'd been doing it since I was a baby, why stop now? Poor Ginny, though, hasn't had that privilege. She looked sick when Dumbledore told her what she was.
"Prickly Hammerlocks."
"That's right deary," the Fat Lady smiled at me and quickly swung open. Inside it seemed that the whole Gryffindor house was waiting for me.
"Harry! Where's Ginny? What's happened?"
"Nothing's happened. Ginny's been moved because Dumbledore didn't think she'd be safe here."
Hermione slowly extended her hand to me. "Are you all right, Harry?"
"What do you think Hermione? Do I look fucking all right?" I walked past her and a way was immediately cleared for me. "Yeah that's right. Move for me, I'm the one who's supposed to save all your pathetic lives. Unless it was all for nothing. Unless it's really someone else's unlucky baby and not me. And I was attacked for NOTHING and my parents were killed for NOTHING because it's really a Malfoy who's going to save us all. I was just the preview, where they could work out their damn kinks."
Well, after that little performance the room went dead quiet. "What?! Can't your savior have an off day?"
"Harry…" Hermione began softly.
"Give it up Hermione. Just go to your boyfriend. He'll make it ok. I'm going upstairs." I was only halfway up the stairs before the quiet buzz spilled over the room.
"Reckon he's nuts?"
"He's always been nuts, he's finally just cracked."
"Where's Ginny, she'd make it all right."
"D'you think Ginny's got something to do with all this?"
"Did he say Malfoy?"
God, if only those suckers knew what was really going on. I would like to see what they would turn out like if they had to live like I did. That would be fascinating. Most of them have had the most perfect lives, with Voldermort seeming more like the Boogeyman then anything else. Something Mothers use to scare their children into being good…
Dumbledore said he wanted me to harness my anger. I wonder if he realized how much I have. How can I harness all these anger and use it for something constructive? Of course, what he probably had in mind was dueling Voldermort. Yes Harry, we want you to save your anger and instead of using it on a helpless girl use it on this horrible, ugly snake who kills for pleasure. And then when you have vanquished him… well, who cares then? All we want from you is to become a murderer. Have they admitted to themselves yet that murder was really what they were training me for?
And JK thought her Harry was dark. Of course, it is her Harry, but you know. Again, sorry I took so long. Thanks for reading and please review. BTW Assassins is an awesome musical, but slightly dark (as it's about assassins…) I was listening to this as I wrote, so the darkness probably transferred a little.