Disclaimer: Read the first one. Also Ginny's Poetry is the lyrics from a song by my favourite band Inkkubus Sukkubus!
Tanks for the reviews:
Doodlewaber: They won't get in that much trouble; I don't connect with their characters enough so they'll only be in
it a bit. They've opened a shop in Hogsmeade so when the other characters visit, be prepared for lots of practical jokes,
with Ron as the victim.
Anja: Okay, I suppose that's a good enough reason. I suppose I can forgive you! Thanks for the review. Please do it more!
Reviews from people who like my story compel me to keep writing. If I don't get any reviews then I'm going to stop!
Mabel Weasley: Thanks again. As ever your reviews make me feel better about the story and my writing skills. Thanks also
for admitting to the fact that you actually want Ginny to tell Harry her feelings. I'm really trying hard to make the
emotional struggle as believable and realistic as possible. Also now that you've said that I to seem to remember something
about Molly being in the hospital wing, but as I'm such an excellent writer *whatever* I think that I can rectify that
situation in this Chapter, without mentioning GoF so as not to commit myself if we both end up being wrong! Thanks for
noticing! No one else did! And they call themselves fans! *Pah*
New chapter now up! I'm sorry if their getting to long for you but please take the time to read and review! Enjoy!!!
Chapter 7.
The Pains of Love.
'Let's have you show some grief,
For the fools, let your hearts bleed,
For those who are lost in love,
Those who cry for a lovers lies,
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Don't cry for love.
Young lovers suffer the pains of Love...'
Ginny stared at the poem she had written in her diary; the tears that ran off her face threatening to smudge the ink, and
thought of Harry. She had written a lot of poetry about Harry recently, though none of it was very good. She motioned to
crumple the piece of paper and tear it out of the diary when she heard voices. She turned around and watched Harry, Ron,
Hermione and Professor Lupin walk into the Paddock flanked by the faithful Padfoot. She sighed heavily before moving around
the tree so they couldn't see her.
When she had run out of the living room earlier, she had noticed no one had followed her. She hadn't wanted anyone to
follow her, but she found herself longing for Harry to come out and ask her what she had been trying to say. She felt a
need to tell him everything, how she felt, about the dreams, but she knew that no good could come of it. If he felt the
same way, then there had been nothing to stop him coming after her, had there?
She glanced around the tree to see Lupin transfigure a few of the centre tree stumps into chairs for them all to sit down.
He looked quite serious as did many of them as they tried to make themselves comfortable. Maybe there was a reason that he
hadn't followed her out, she thought as she ducked back behind the tree again. They all looked quite serious, maybe Harry
had sent a letter to them as well. Maybe they had something really important to talk about. She looked down at her terrible
attempt at a poem and sighed. More important than friends, more important than her...
She kicked herself for thinking that she held any importance in Harry's life. How could she, he had practically ignored her
since he had got there. The only full sentences he had tried to say to her were today and then he hadn't completed them.
She tried to convince herself that it had nothing to do with the fact that she cut him off, and that he just found it hard
to talk to her. She tried to convince herself that he wasn't worth the effort of talking to or being depressed about. But
nothing would work; she even tried imagining Harry flying his broom at a hundred miles per hour into brick wall. She tried
to laugh at this but in her day dream she ended up picking him up off the floor, nursing him back to health, and then riding
off into the sunset with him. She sighed and smiled at the thought. Maybe one more glance at him wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't
be like she was spying or anything, she had been here first. She looked around the tree again and stifled a scream at what
she saw. There in the clearing Sirius Black was trying to crush Harry in his arms, and everyone just sat there and watched.
She jumped up, careful to stay hidden, and looked around for help. But it was in vain, they were pretty secluded up there,
there was no way that she could go for help without them noticing. She sat back down in horror. If she didn't do something
soon then Harry was going to die, and probably her brother and Hermione to. Lupin wasn't helping either, in fact he seemed
to be talking to Sirius. She would have cursed herself there and then if she'd had her wand on her. How could she have
invited that murderer into her house? If only she had never written that letter then Harry would have been safe. Was Lupin
really going back to Hogwarts? Were they all in league with Voldemort? She knew that by now Harry was dead but she found
herself moving to glance around the tree again. She didn't want to see him lying there on the floor, but some sick
fascination overwhelmed her and she had to make sure. She glanced around the tree to a sight that shocked her. Harry was
alive, sitting comfortably, with Sirius sitting on the tree stump very close to him!
Harry seemed to be talking to Lupin, a very serious look on everyone's faces. She twirled and hid herself again. How could
this be? Her brother, Hermione, and the boy she loved all in league with the dark lord? She threw the idea out of her head
as soon as it had manifested himself. Snape had to have been right in her 2nd year, they had to be under a charm; there was
no other explanation for it. Black had been responsible for the death of Harry's parents, he couldn't possibly have worked
for him otherwise! If that was so, maybe there was a way for her to break the charm, then they would all tell her parents
and Black would go back to Azkaban. It was a plan. The fact that she had thought about it all by herself made her feel
better, regardless of the fact that she had no way of implementing it. She glanced back around the tree and noticed that
Lupin was gone. But Sirius was sitting closer to Harry. Harry had his wand out, but his eyes were closed, and Sirius was
whispering into his ear. To Ginny it was obvious that Harry was being put back under the spell. Maybe he had broken its
power, that's why he had his wand out; the dark arts had never worked to well on Harry. But Sirius was a powerful dark a
rtist, maybe he had to keep replenishing the curse, every so often. She slumped back against the tree. She wallowed in self
pity again as she realised there was no way for her to save them. For some strange reason, through her tears she found
herself writing again...
'Underneath a winter's moon,
The end has come too soon,
And filled the world with pain,
In the night and in the day,
The pain won't go away,
Won't set us free from love.
Young lovers suffer the pains of love...'
She stared at what she had written and the tears came more freely now. The pain in her heart reflected what the words were
trying to tell her. There was no way she could help. Even if she had told her dad about this, they were two very powerful
wizards; they could take him out in a flash. She was about to look back again to see if they had gone when a loud roar from
behind shocked her into jumping back. It was a good thing to as just at that second a great black motorbike flew into the
trees and moved towards Harry. As she looked at it pull up next to Harry, and noticed the expression on his face, she
wondered if the spell caster had to give gifts to his victims in order to keep them compliant. Harry was definitely back
under the spell as they all seemed deep in conversation when Sirius finally left. Suddenly as she watched them they began
to move to go back to the house. This wouldn't have been that shocking except for the fact that they were headed directly
towards her. She got up to run but after she had moved only two steps, there was a loud snap. She looked down and saw a
broken twig beneath her foot. She could hear her brother mumble something behind her and she closed her eyes, hoping for a
way out. But they wouldn't kill her, would they?
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry stepped carefully towards the tree that he was sure the sound had come from. His wand was held ready and he was
rehearsing the disarmament curse in his head. He could feel the build up of magical energy in his wand as he thought about
it; he was obviously getting better at this. There was a sound, movement behind the tree, an obvious shadow lengthening, and
suddenly a person appeared.
"Expell..." he drew his wand to the side as he saw who the spy was and caused a small tree to his right to explode in a
thousand tiny pieces. He stared at the devastation for a while, before realising that a tree could be many wands, and his
curse had separated them all. He turned back to the silent figure in front of him as a hail of wand shaped splinters fell
softly around them, "Ginny?" Immediately she fell to her knees, sobbing, and staring, in fear, at the spot where the tree
used to be. She mumbled something incoherent and Harry stared at her wide eyed as the tears seemed to flow from her like a
waterfall. She looked up as if to repeat herself.
"Please don't... kill me!" she said wailing, while her head sank back into her hands. Harry realised that they were all
still pointing their wands at her and he quickly put his back into his coat. Ron and Hermione followed suit as he moved
towards Ginny and knelt down in front of her.
"Why in the name of all the Gods would we want to do that?" Ron said, a look of deep concern spreading across his face.
Harry looked at her and cupped her chin in his hand, gently lifting her eyes until they met his. She had stopped crying
but now she looked on him in fear.
"Because your all... being controlled... by Sirius Black!" she said between sobs and jerked her head away from Harry's hand.
With this Harry stared at her in stunned, amazement, a smile spreading across his face. Ron however burst out laughing, and
Hermione stifled a fit of giggles in an effort to make Ginny feel better.
"What... on earth... makes you think that?" Ron managed to say between deep booming laughs. Harry however, took on a more
serious look when he turned to them.
"Why don't you two go back to the house?" he said cocking his head in the direction of the trees, "I'll deal with this..."
Ron looked on the verge of asking him why when Hermione grabbed him and pulled him away. After a wink at Harry, they were
gone from sight.
"Sirius... was here... he tried to kill you..." she said, not sounding as sure as she had been a little while ago. Harry
chuckled light heartedly and sat down next to her, pulling her closer. She looked confused now more than scared, and she
looked at him for the answers.
"Before I start, your not going to interrupt are you? No matter what I say?" he asked her as he stared deep into her eyes.
She shook her head, careful not to break his gaze, "Sirius is innocent," she gasped, but after a few seconds let Harry carry
on with no interruption, "He never told Voldemort about my parents, it was someone else that they knew... anyway... We're
not under a spell, your parents already know about him," he said smiling, she looked like she was starting to believe him
but she still needed more convincing, "Look," he said reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a piece of parchment. Ginny
opened it to see that it was the Hogsmeade trip permission form. It was signed by Sirius black. She looked back at him in
shocked realisation, but he still continued to help her along, " Do you think that Dumbledore would accept this if he Sirius
was guilty? Do you think that he would let Sirius and Lupin back into Hogwarts if they were going to kill me?" Finally her
gaze shifted from Harry to her feet. She believed him, but now she felt extremely foolish. Harry could see it in the way
she slouched those delicate shoulders looked so dejected, "I know what will make you feel better... Come on!" he said as he
pulled her to her feet and dragged her towards the bike.
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny screamed as the bike roared beneath her. But it was an excited scream as she flew high over the clouds, and then dived
into them. Harry she had to admit, really knew how to handle himself up here. With the thin air whipping at them and him
screaming his head off because no one could hear him, she smiled. He seemed so liberated up here, at peace, like he was one
with the clouds.
"So what do you think? Feel better now?" he called back to her as they did a loop the loop, causing a cloud curl around them.
She hugged him tighter in reply and he steered down coming to settle on the cloud as if it was a road. 'No not a road, a
hilltop,' she thought as she looked out at the setting sun. The clouds were lit up so beautifully that she was sure heaven
would look like this. Suddenly as if she had only just realised that the sun was going down, she jerked Harry who looked
back at her questioningly.
"It's late! We must have been up here for hours!" she said frantically, hoping that she would not miss supper.
"It's not that late, we've only been up here for six..." he said trailing off as he looked at his watch, "maybe we should go
back now!" he said motioning to pull off. Ginny suddenly grabbed him and he stopped. They had been up here for six hours;
the best six hours of her life, they shouldn't really spoil it now by rushing back.
"Drive along the clouds," she said with a dreamy smile, "We can chase the sunset..." Harry seemed to realise what she wanted
and cruised slowly along the clouds, the setting sun ever changing their view; red, gold, orange, yellow, and finally the
colour of dusk. The sun had defeated them, it had set too quickly and it was time to get back.
"Well what do ya' know? We're right above the house!" said Harry as he looked between a gap in the clouds. He smiled wickedly
and she knew that this was not gonna end with a quiet slow descent. With a wolf's howl he pushed the handlebars straight
down, and she held on for dear life as they entered a nose dive.
"Mum their fine! Their probably still talking!" Ron called as he walked out into the garden following Mrs. Weasley closely.
"They've been gone for six hours Ronald!" Ron winced. He didn't think his mum was that upset, but then she went and called
him Ronald; it was time to duck and cover. He didn't know how true that statement had been when he found himself jumping out
of the way of a huge black shape as it came in to land right next to him. He looked up to see Harry's bike with a windswept
Harry and Ginny riding it. He smiled at them but almost immediately regretted it.
"Mr. Harry Potter," she said with so much malice she did an excellent impression of Snape, "Where did you think you were
taking my daughter on that wretched contraption?" Ron saw Harry sigh loudly as Ginny opened her mouth to explain.
~~~~~~~~~~
It didn't take long for Ginny to calm her mother down, she smiled inwardly. After all these years of getting into trouble
with her brothers she had become a master at it. Her mother was happier to see them safe than she was angry, and when they
both finally got off the motorbike, her anger seemed to disappear all together. Ginny smiled as her mum dragged a scared
Ron back into the kitchen to help her make supper. She turned to looked at him; he was so close their bodies almost touched.
He looked down at her and smiled, a smile that Ginny had never seen on him before. He looked scared, but at the same time
resolute, he wanted to say something. Suddenly Ginny gasped.
'This is it!' she thought as she looked deep into his eyes, 'He's about to ask me to go out with him, He feels the same way
I do!' She didn't even try and hide the look of expectance on her face...
~~~~~~~~~~
This was probably why Harry backed down. He hugged her tight just so he wouldn't have to stare into those eyes. If he did,
he might spill his guts and end up hurting her.
'She probably doesn't feel the same way about me anyway,' he thought to himself dismally and he said it again, "You're my
best friend Gin," he didn't even wait for her to move or reply; he just grabbed her arm and dragged her inside. He didn't
notice the tears welling up in her eyes.
As they walked into the living room Harry noticed that everyone was staring at Ginny, even Sirius, but as Padfoot. He turned
to her and smiled and then turned back to everyone.
"It's okay now, she understands," he said pointedly at Lupin and Padfoot. At this Padfoot started to change back into Sirius
and everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief that they didn't have to pretend anymore.
'Harry probably won't notice if I'm not here, no one will,' Ginny thought to herself as she edged towards the stairs. Harry
was deep in conversation with Sirius and Lupin about how cool the bike was, Ron was desparately trying to keep his hands off
Hermione in front of his parents, the rest of the family were engrossed in a family game of exploding poker! She moved
upstairs and as soon as the sound was more muffled, the tears started to threaten again. How could she have been so stupid,
to think that Harry Potter could ever love her? It was late she knew so she just fell onto the bed in an attempt to cry
herself to sleep. As soon as she hit the mattress she winced. There was something in the front of her baggie black hooded
sweater, that was now digging awkwardly into her stomach. She pulled it out of the front pocket and realised it was her
diary. A few of the pages were folded up at the corners; from where she had fallen on it, and as she opened the diary to
straighten them out it fell open to the poems she had written today, 'May as well finish it...' she thought to herself as her
sobs got louder and tears started to run down her face...
'In a field of marble stones,
Lie one long dead lover's bones,
Forgotten, dead and gone,
Sorrows tale is on her lips,
The icy blade where love once kissed,
The blood runs cool inside,
Young lovers suffer the pains of love...'
Ginny fell asleep just as her tears started to touch the paper...
Tanks for the reviews:
Doodlewaber: They won't get in that much trouble; I don't connect with their characters enough so they'll only be in
it a bit. They've opened a shop in Hogsmeade so when the other characters visit, be prepared for lots of practical jokes,
with Ron as the victim.
Anja: Okay, I suppose that's a good enough reason. I suppose I can forgive you! Thanks for the review. Please do it more!
Reviews from people who like my story compel me to keep writing. If I don't get any reviews then I'm going to stop!
Mabel Weasley: Thanks again. As ever your reviews make me feel better about the story and my writing skills. Thanks also
for admitting to the fact that you actually want Ginny to tell Harry her feelings. I'm really trying hard to make the
emotional struggle as believable and realistic as possible. Also now that you've said that I to seem to remember something
about Molly being in the hospital wing, but as I'm such an excellent writer *whatever* I think that I can rectify that
situation in this Chapter, without mentioning GoF so as not to commit myself if we both end up being wrong! Thanks for
noticing! No one else did! And they call themselves fans! *Pah*
New chapter now up! I'm sorry if their getting to long for you but please take the time to read and review! Enjoy!!!
Chapter 7.
The Pains of Love.
'Let's have you show some grief,
For the fools, let your hearts bleed,
For those who are lost in love,
Those who cry for a lovers lies,
Wipe the tears from your eyes,
Don't cry for love.
Young lovers suffer the pains of Love...'
Ginny stared at the poem she had written in her diary; the tears that ran off her face threatening to smudge the ink, and
thought of Harry. She had written a lot of poetry about Harry recently, though none of it was very good. She motioned to
crumple the piece of paper and tear it out of the diary when she heard voices. She turned around and watched Harry, Ron,
Hermione and Professor Lupin walk into the Paddock flanked by the faithful Padfoot. She sighed heavily before moving around
the tree so they couldn't see her.
When she had run out of the living room earlier, she had noticed no one had followed her. She hadn't wanted anyone to
follow her, but she found herself longing for Harry to come out and ask her what she had been trying to say. She felt a
need to tell him everything, how she felt, about the dreams, but she knew that no good could come of it. If he felt the
same way, then there had been nothing to stop him coming after her, had there?
She glanced around the tree to see Lupin transfigure a few of the centre tree stumps into chairs for them all to sit down.
He looked quite serious as did many of them as they tried to make themselves comfortable. Maybe there was a reason that he
hadn't followed her out, she thought as she ducked back behind the tree again. They all looked quite serious, maybe Harry
had sent a letter to them as well. Maybe they had something really important to talk about. She looked down at her terrible
attempt at a poem and sighed. More important than friends, more important than her...
She kicked herself for thinking that she held any importance in Harry's life. How could she, he had practically ignored her
since he had got there. The only full sentences he had tried to say to her were today and then he hadn't completed them.
She tried to convince herself that it had nothing to do with the fact that she cut him off, and that he just found it hard
to talk to her. She tried to convince herself that he wasn't worth the effort of talking to or being depressed about. But
nothing would work; she even tried imagining Harry flying his broom at a hundred miles per hour into brick wall. She tried
to laugh at this but in her day dream she ended up picking him up off the floor, nursing him back to health, and then riding
off into the sunset with him. She sighed and smiled at the thought. Maybe one more glance at him wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't
be like she was spying or anything, she had been here first. She looked around the tree again and stifled a scream at what
she saw. There in the clearing Sirius Black was trying to crush Harry in his arms, and everyone just sat there and watched.
She jumped up, careful to stay hidden, and looked around for help. But it was in vain, they were pretty secluded up there,
there was no way that she could go for help without them noticing. She sat back down in horror. If she didn't do something
soon then Harry was going to die, and probably her brother and Hermione to. Lupin wasn't helping either, in fact he seemed
to be talking to Sirius. She would have cursed herself there and then if she'd had her wand on her. How could she have
invited that murderer into her house? If only she had never written that letter then Harry would have been safe. Was Lupin
really going back to Hogwarts? Were they all in league with Voldemort? She knew that by now Harry was dead but she found
herself moving to glance around the tree again. She didn't want to see him lying there on the floor, but some sick
fascination overwhelmed her and she had to make sure. She glanced around the tree to a sight that shocked her. Harry was
alive, sitting comfortably, with Sirius sitting on the tree stump very close to him!
Harry seemed to be talking to Lupin, a very serious look on everyone's faces. She twirled and hid herself again. How could
this be? Her brother, Hermione, and the boy she loved all in league with the dark lord? She threw the idea out of her head
as soon as it had manifested himself. Snape had to have been right in her 2nd year, they had to be under a charm; there was
no other explanation for it. Black had been responsible for the death of Harry's parents, he couldn't possibly have worked
for him otherwise! If that was so, maybe there was a way for her to break the charm, then they would all tell her parents
and Black would go back to Azkaban. It was a plan. The fact that she had thought about it all by herself made her feel
better, regardless of the fact that she had no way of implementing it. She glanced back around the tree and noticed that
Lupin was gone. But Sirius was sitting closer to Harry. Harry had his wand out, but his eyes were closed, and Sirius was
whispering into his ear. To Ginny it was obvious that Harry was being put back under the spell. Maybe he had broken its
power, that's why he had his wand out; the dark arts had never worked to well on Harry. But Sirius was a powerful dark a
rtist, maybe he had to keep replenishing the curse, every so often. She slumped back against the tree. She wallowed in self
pity again as she realised there was no way for her to save them. For some strange reason, through her tears she found
herself writing again...
'Underneath a winter's moon,
The end has come too soon,
And filled the world with pain,
In the night and in the day,
The pain won't go away,
Won't set us free from love.
Young lovers suffer the pains of love...'
She stared at what she had written and the tears came more freely now. The pain in her heart reflected what the words were
trying to tell her. There was no way she could help. Even if she had told her dad about this, they were two very powerful
wizards; they could take him out in a flash. She was about to look back again to see if they had gone when a loud roar from
behind shocked her into jumping back. It was a good thing to as just at that second a great black motorbike flew into the
trees and moved towards Harry. As she looked at it pull up next to Harry, and noticed the expression on his face, she
wondered if the spell caster had to give gifts to his victims in order to keep them compliant. Harry was definitely back
under the spell as they all seemed deep in conversation when Sirius finally left. Suddenly as she watched them they began
to move to go back to the house. This wouldn't have been that shocking except for the fact that they were headed directly
towards her. She got up to run but after she had moved only two steps, there was a loud snap. She looked down and saw a
broken twig beneath her foot. She could hear her brother mumble something behind her and she closed her eyes, hoping for a
way out. But they wouldn't kill her, would they?
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry stepped carefully towards the tree that he was sure the sound had come from. His wand was held ready and he was
rehearsing the disarmament curse in his head. He could feel the build up of magical energy in his wand as he thought about
it; he was obviously getting better at this. There was a sound, movement behind the tree, an obvious shadow lengthening, and
suddenly a person appeared.
"Expell..." he drew his wand to the side as he saw who the spy was and caused a small tree to his right to explode in a
thousand tiny pieces. He stared at the devastation for a while, before realising that a tree could be many wands, and his
curse had separated them all. He turned back to the silent figure in front of him as a hail of wand shaped splinters fell
softly around them, "Ginny?" Immediately she fell to her knees, sobbing, and staring, in fear, at the spot where the tree
used to be. She mumbled something incoherent and Harry stared at her wide eyed as the tears seemed to flow from her like a
waterfall. She looked up as if to repeat herself.
"Please don't... kill me!" she said wailing, while her head sank back into her hands. Harry realised that they were all
still pointing their wands at her and he quickly put his back into his coat. Ron and Hermione followed suit as he moved
towards Ginny and knelt down in front of her.
"Why in the name of all the Gods would we want to do that?" Ron said, a look of deep concern spreading across his face.
Harry looked at her and cupped her chin in his hand, gently lifting her eyes until they met his. She had stopped crying
but now she looked on him in fear.
"Because your all... being controlled... by Sirius Black!" she said between sobs and jerked her head away from Harry's hand.
With this Harry stared at her in stunned, amazement, a smile spreading across his face. Ron however burst out laughing, and
Hermione stifled a fit of giggles in an effort to make Ginny feel better.
"What... on earth... makes you think that?" Ron managed to say between deep booming laughs. Harry however, took on a more
serious look when he turned to them.
"Why don't you two go back to the house?" he said cocking his head in the direction of the trees, "I'll deal with this..."
Ron looked on the verge of asking him why when Hermione grabbed him and pulled him away. After a wink at Harry, they were
gone from sight.
"Sirius... was here... he tried to kill you..." she said, not sounding as sure as she had been a little while ago. Harry
chuckled light heartedly and sat down next to her, pulling her closer. She looked confused now more than scared, and she
looked at him for the answers.
"Before I start, your not going to interrupt are you? No matter what I say?" he asked her as he stared deep into her eyes.
She shook her head, careful not to break his gaze, "Sirius is innocent," she gasped, but after a few seconds let Harry carry
on with no interruption, "He never told Voldemort about my parents, it was someone else that they knew... anyway... We're
not under a spell, your parents already know about him," he said smiling, she looked like she was starting to believe him
but she still needed more convincing, "Look," he said reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a piece of parchment. Ginny
opened it to see that it was the Hogsmeade trip permission form. It was signed by Sirius black. She looked back at him in
shocked realisation, but he still continued to help her along, " Do you think that Dumbledore would accept this if he Sirius
was guilty? Do you think that he would let Sirius and Lupin back into Hogwarts if they were going to kill me?" Finally her
gaze shifted from Harry to her feet. She believed him, but now she felt extremely foolish. Harry could see it in the way
she slouched those delicate shoulders looked so dejected, "I know what will make you feel better... Come on!" he said as he
pulled her to her feet and dragged her towards the bike.
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny screamed as the bike roared beneath her. But it was an excited scream as she flew high over the clouds, and then dived
into them. Harry she had to admit, really knew how to handle himself up here. With the thin air whipping at them and him
screaming his head off because no one could hear him, she smiled. He seemed so liberated up here, at peace, like he was one
with the clouds.
"So what do you think? Feel better now?" he called back to her as they did a loop the loop, causing a cloud curl around them.
She hugged him tighter in reply and he steered down coming to settle on the cloud as if it was a road. 'No not a road, a
hilltop,' she thought as she looked out at the setting sun. The clouds were lit up so beautifully that she was sure heaven
would look like this. Suddenly as if she had only just realised that the sun was going down, she jerked Harry who looked
back at her questioningly.
"It's late! We must have been up here for hours!" she said frantically, hoping that she would not miss supper.
"It's not that late, we've only been up here for six..." he said trailing off as he looked at his watch, "maybe we should go
back now!" he said motioning to pull off. Ginny suddenly grabbed him and he stopped. They had been up here for six hours;
the best six hours of her life, they shouldn't really spoil it now by rushing back.
"Drive along the clouds," she said with a dreamy smile, "We can chase the sunset..." Harry seemed to realise what she wanted
and cruised slowly along the clouds, the setting sun ever changing their view; red, gold, orange, yellow, and finally the
colour of dusk. The sun had defeated them, it had set too quickly and it was time to get back.
"Well what do ya' know? We're right above the house!" said Harry as he looked between a gap in the clouds. He smiled wickedly
and she knew that this was not gonna end with a quiet slow descent. With a wolf's howl he pushed the handlebars straight
down, and she held on for dear life as they entered a nose dive.
"Mum their fine! Their probably still talking!" Ron called as he walked out into the garden following Mrs. Weasley closely.
"They've been gone for six hours Ronald!" Ron winced. He didn't think his mum was that upset, but then she went and called
him Ronald; it was time to duck and cover. He didn't know how true that statement had been when he found himself jumping out
of the way of a huge black shape as it came in to land right next to him. He looked up to see Harry's bike with a windswept
Harry and Ginny riding it. He smiled at them but almost immediately regretted it.
"Mr. Harry Potter," she said with so much malice she did an excellent impression of Snape, "Where did you think you were
taking my daughter on that wretched contraption?" Ron saw Harry sigh loudly as Ginny opened her mouth to explain.
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It didn't take long for Ginny to calm her mother down, she smiled inwardly. After all these years of getting into trouble
with her brothers she had become a master at it. Her mother was happier to see them safe than she was angry, and when they
both finally got off the motorbike, her anger seemed to disappear all together. Ginny smiled as her mum dragged a scared
Ron back into the kitchen to help her make supper. She turned to looked at him; he was so close their bodies almost touched.
He looked down at her and smiled, a smile that Ginny had never seen on him before. He looked scared, but at the same time
resolute, he wanted to say something. Suddenly Ginny gasped.
'This is it!' she thought as she looked deep into his eyes, 'He's about to ask me to go out with him, He feels the same way
I do!' She didn't even try and hide the look of expectance on her face...
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This was probably why Harry backed down. He hugged her tight just so he wouldn't have to stare into those eyes. If he did,
he might spill his guts and end up hurting her.
'She probably doesn't feel the same way about me anyway,' he thought to himself dismally and he said it again, "You're my
best friend Gin," he didn't even wait for her to move or reply; he just grabbed her arm and dragged her inside. He didn't
notice the tears welling up in her eyes.
As they walked into the living room Harry noticed that everyone was staring at Ginny, even Sirius, but as Padfoot. He turned
to her and smiled and then turned back to everyone.
"It's okay now, she understands," he said pointedly at Lupin and Padfoot. At this Padfoot started to change back into Sirius
and everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief that they didn't have to pretend anymore.
'Harry probably won't notice if I'm not here, no one will,' Ginny thought to herself as she edged towards the stairs. Harry
was deep in conversation with Sirius and Lupin about how cool the bike was, Ron was desparately trying to keep his hands off
Hermione in front of his parents, the rest of the family were engrossed in a family game of exploding poker! She moved
upstairs and as soon as the sound was more muffled, the tears started to threaten again. How could she have been so stupid,
to think that Harry Potter could ever love her? It was late she knew so she just fell onto the bed in an attempt to cry
herself to sleep. As soon as she hit the mattress she winced. There was something in the front of her baggie black hooded
sweater, that was now digging awkwardly into her stomach. She pulled it out of the front pocket and realised it was her
diary. A few of the pages were folded up at the corners; from where she had fallen on it, and as she opened the diary to
straighten them out it fell open to the poems she had written today, 'May as well finish it...' she thought to herself as her
sobs got louder and tears started to run down her face...
'In a field of marble stones,
Lie one long dead lover's bones,
Forgotten, dead and gone,
Sorrows tale is on her lips,
The icy blade where love once kissed,
The blood runs cool inside,
Young lovers suffer the pains of love...'
Ginny fell asleep just as her tears started to touch the paper...