Ginny convinced Melody that Harry's worth was a matter of opinion, hugged
her good bye and set off for Quidditch practice. She had finally made the
team. The Keeper. She loved it almost as much as she loved Harry. The wind
in her hair, and the look on the Slytherin chasers' face when she blocked
the Quaffle. Ginny ran to meet Harry (the new Quiddtich captain) outside
the changing rooms. Her seventeen year old, twin brothers Fred and George
approached Harry the same time. Fred rested his elbow on Ginny's head and
George cracked his knuckles.
"Oy, Harry! Got any new plays for us? I'm just dying to hear!" George said sarcastically. Harry rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. Fred coughed to hide a laugh.
"Yeah, Harry, your little pep talks are almost as interesting as Wood's used to be." Added Fred Ginny pushed him away so he stumbled and almost fell. "Hey! Ow! Ginny, what was that for?"
"You two just leave Harry alone! He's a GREAT Quidditch captain, and as you can tell, we haven't lost one game this season. We're in the lead and will almost definitely win the cup, so I suggest you take him seriously, ok?" Realizing what she had just said and that the twins were rolling on the ground, howling with laughter, she quickly ran into the changing rooms. Her face was the usually cherry colour it was when Harry was around. EVERYONE knew about how much Ginny loved Harry - except well...Harry, who cluelessly followed her into the changing rooms to get out his spread sheets.
"Alright," Harry had said when the entire team was present and in their scarlet and gold Quiddtch robes. The team included three Chasers, fifth years Seamus Finnagan and Dean Thomas, and seventh year Lee Jordan. The two Beaters were Lee's best friends and Ginny's brothers Fred and George. And one Keeper, Ginny. Then there was, of course, (in Ginny's opinion) the best Quidditch player in the history of the world, the Seeker and captain, Harry.
As he began to explain the plays, Ginny listen with all attention on him. She wanted to impress Harry by knowing exactly what he wanted them to do, and doing it. Practice went great. Ginny showed off and really made Harry happy. He kept smiling at her and she kept wishing he would hold her close to him like he did in the Chamber of Secrets four years ago. God, she hated thinking about that......sometimes she still had nightmares.
Ginny yawned and blinked her eyes awake. Her back was soar she had been sleeping on a cold, hard stone floor. She looked around the vaguely familiar, cavernous room in despair. Ginny had been here before. Only once in real life......but countless times in her dreams. She rose slowly from the wet floor. She was shivering. How many times would she have to come back to the Chamber of Secrets? How many times would she have to see his face again? She counted to three in her head; and right on cue Tom Riddle stepped out of the shadows cast by a seven-foot tall stone statue of a serpent with emerald eyes.
"Oh, Ginny. I know you know the truth. You know I would never hurt you." He said in a calm but pleading voice. He was so beautifully terrifying. Or maybe he was terrifyingly beautiful. Ginny had never been able to decide. "Harry is a liar, Ginny. I am the only one that's ever loved you; he's jealous of what we had. So he sought to destroy it." Ginny was mouthing along with every word Tom said, but he didn't seem to notice. Just as she had predicted he would, he took three steps closer to her and put his right hand on her freckled cheek. "Don't let him, Ginny, don't let him win."
Percy's old barn owl squawked in irritation and pecked at Ginny's nose. Ginny opened her eyes, and poked the old stupid owl. It flew across the room and hooted indignantly. Why did it always happen this way? Ginny knew perfectly well what was going to happen in those dreams; and yet, she always awoke from them shaking and terrified. "It's just a dream, just a dream," She told herself. Melody stretched and squinted in the early morning sunlight.
"Ginny? What are you doing up this early on a Saturday?" she watched Ginny pull on her slippers and bath robe.
"Don't worry about it, Melody, I'll see you later." The other three girls that shared Melody and Ginny's dorm were Ramona Saenz, beautiful, exotic, every boy's dream; Amelia Sanders, lanky, awkward, but sweet; and Mia McGuire, a little too much like Nevelle Longbotton (enough said). They were all still sleeping soundly with good dreams. Melody took the letter from the owl and put it on Ginny's pillow. Shaking her head, she lay back down and dozed off again. The common room was quiet and the only thing moving was a smoldering fire that was slowly, but surely dying. Ginny had just settled down in a squashy, maroon armchair and began to have her morning thoughts of Harry when she heard some whispering in the back corner.
"Oy, Harry! Got any new plays for us? I'm just dying to hear!" George said sarcastically. Harry rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. Fred coughed to hide a laugh.
"Yeah, Harry, your little pep talks are almost as interesting as Wood's used to be." Added Fred Ginny pushed him away so he stumbled and almost fell. "Hey! Ow! Ginny, what was that for?"
"You two just leave Harry alone! He's a GREAT Quidditch captain, and as you can tell, we haven't lost one game this season. We're in the lead and will almost definitely win the cup, so I suggest you take him seriously, ok?" Realizing what she had just said and that the twins were rolling on the ground, howling with laughter, she quickly ran into the changing rooms. Her face was the usually cherry colour it was when Harry was around. EVERYONE knew about how much Ginny loved Harry - except well...Harry, who cluelessly followed her into the changing rooms to get out his spread sheets.
"Alright," Harry had said when the entire team was present and in their scarlet and gold Quiddtch robes. The team included three Chasers, fifth years Seamus Finnagan and Dean Thomas, and seventh year Lee Jordan. The two Beaters were Lee's best friends and Ginny's brothers Fred and George. And one Keeper, Ginny. Then there was, of course, (in Ginny's opinion) the best Quidditch player in the history of the world, the Seeker and captain, Harry.
As he began to explain the plays, Ginny listen with all attention on him. She wanted to impress Harry by knowing exactly what he wanted them to do, and doing it. Practice went great. Ginny showed off and really made Harry happy. He kept smiling at her and she kept wishing he would hold her close to him like he did in the Chamber of Secrets four years ago. God, she hated thinking about that......sometimes she still had nightmares.
Ginny yawned and blinked her eyes awake. Her back was soar she had been sleeping on a cold, hard stone floor. She looked around the vaguely familiar, cavernous room in despair. Ginny had been here before. Only once in real life......but countless times in her dreams. She rose slowly from the wet floor. She was shivering. How many times would she have to come back to the Chamber of Secrets? How many times would she have to see his face again? She counted to three in her head; and right on cue Tom Riddle stepped out of the shadows cast by a seven-foot tall stone statue of a serpent with emerald eyes.
"Oh, Ginny. I know you know the truth. You know I would never hurt you." He said in a calm but pleading voice. He was so beautifully terrifying. Or maybe he was terrifyingly beautiful. Ginny had never been able to decide. "Harry is a liar, Ginny. I am the only one that's ever loved you; he's jealous of what we had. So he sought to destroy it." Ginny was mouthing along with every word Tom said, but he didn't seem to notice. Just as she had predicted he would, he took three steps closer to her and put his right hand on her freckled cheek. "Don't let him, Ginny, don't let him win."
Percy's old barn owl squawked in irritation and pecked at Ginny's nose. Ginny opened her eyes, and poked the old stupid owl. It flew across the room and hooted indignantly. Why did it always happen this way? Ginny knew perfectly well what was going to happen in those dreams; and yet, she always awoke from them shaking and terrified. "It's just a dream, just a dream," She told herself. Melody stretched and squinted in the early morning sunlight.
"Ginny? What are you doing up this early on a Saturday?" she watched Ginny pull on her slippers and bath robe.
"Don't worry about it, Melody, I'll see you later." The other three girls that shared Melody and Ginny's dorm were Ramona Saenz, beautiful, exotic, every boy's dream; Amelia Sanders, lanky, awkward, but sweet; and Mia McGuire, a little too much like Nevelle Longbotton (enough said). They were all still sleeping soundly with good dreams. Melody took the letter from the owl and put it on Ginny's pillow. Shaking her head, she lay back down and dozed off again. The common room was quiet and the only thing moving was a smoldering fire that was slowly, but surely dying. Ginny had just settled down in a squashy, maroon armchair and began to have her morning thoughts of Harry when she heard some whispering in the back corner.