Okay, you might all hate me for this, but I dont have much of a choice. My computer is suffering from some seriously bad issuse(dad's who dont know what they are doing, and computers- dont mix.) How ever, I will do my best to finsh. If, how ever it appers that I DROPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH- its because my computer died, and I've gone on vaction. Remember- I'll be back July 30.

Also, sorry- there is prolly gonna be a lot of spelling error's.

Disclaimed: No ownage. No money. Ownage- Evelyn Dumbledore.

Warning: Gonna get into the scary stuff in this chapter. Please stay tuned.

Chapter 11

There he fell, again though the black veil. Going.. going... gone. It had been two years, but Harry still suffered horrible nightmares from it. Horrible, horrible ones. It didn't matter what anyone said- he still believed it was his fault. But, in trun Harry learned something so important from it- it could in turn save his life. He learned that low though it could have been his fault, he didn't plan it- didn't want it, and so he musn't beat himself up so much about it, no matter what. Secondly, he learned not to take anything or anyone for granted- because at any given second it could be taken away from you, stole, and forever gone. Thridly, he learned not to let his anger get the best of him. Harry had been so angry with everyone about everything that year. Snapped, and blamed everyone, and yet- Hermione, Ron, and Ginny had all stayed by his side, even his new, and not so good friends Longbottom, and Luna had, for this, he was thankful. Lastly, he learned, that no matter what the cost, may it even be his own life- Harry was going to get Voldermort back. He, 'the boy who lived' was going to live up to his name, show everyone that low though they thought he was all crazy, a lier, and a fake all together, he had still fought for them, and held his head high.

He, Harry James Potter, was going to make his parents proud. He was Lily and James Potter's son, and only child- but most importantly, he was not afaird anymore. Nor, could he be, he was too strong, too angry to be. So much more was on his shoulders then anyone else's.

The dreams happened more offen, low though, Harry was glad that no one had ever died in any of him dreams, only showed pain. Yet, it was so much pain. Harry's eye's flew open, as the image of Mr. Weasley calling into the night echoed in his brain. His scar hurt, but it was nothing that he wasn't used to by now. How had he let things go so long? Why didn't he let them kill Peter? Dear god, why was he still beating himself up about this- it was too late to change anything, and being angry about it was not going to fix anything.

Harry looked over to Ron's bed. Ron was fast alseep, his arms twitching, "No.. not spiders.. please.. not spiders- I dont want to.. no.. please, dont make me take care of the spiders Hagrid.. please," Harry tryed to cover up his laughing, as he thought of Ron taken care of spiders for Hagrid- and considering it was Hagrid, these we're most likely not your average spidere. Once before Hagrid had had a pet spider as Harry had learned in his second year, a huge spider which wanted to eat him.

"Harry?" a wisper came from the doors. Harry sat up to see Hermione standing there, eyes wide.

"Yea?" he asked.

"It's Ginny.. I think she's sick,"

"Sick?" Harry asked. He was quickly reminded of her eating disorders, "Was she puking?"

"No, she was trying to stop herself from- wait, why?"

"Unimportant," Harry said, quickly, pulling himself out of bed, "Lead the way," and so Hermione did. All the way down into the common room, where one of Ginny's friends where comforting her.

"Amanda," she wispered, "I got her boy friend, it's okay," Harry ran over, and kneeled infront of Ginny on the floor.

"I dont wanna do it," she wispered, "Please dont let me do it," Harry stood up, and then sat back down next to Ginny on the couch, rapping his arms around her.

"You dont have to do it, Gin. You're perfect,"

"Yes I do," she moaned back to him, tears rolling down her face, "Look at me. I'm fat.." Harry looked at her bony body, full of worry.

"Ginny, you're not fat. In fact, you're under weight," she looked up at him strangely. Harry placed one hand on her back, and rubbed her, "I can feel your ribs,"

"So."

"I shouldn't be able to feel you're ribs," Harry's green eyes looked over her face, "Have you contacted your mum?"

"Not yet,"

"Ginny, you have to tell your mum. Send her an owl first thing in the morning," Ginny looked up at him, scard.

"But-"

"No but's," he answered, shortly, "Come on, let's go back to bed. You need rest. You're body doesn't have enough in it to really support you, Ginny,"

"I'm scard if I go back up here, no one's gonna be down here to stop me,"

"Hermione, you take Ginny back to bed. I'm going to go upstairs, and grab some stuff from my bed."

"Why?" she asked, blankly. Ginny's friend, as Harry noticed, had already gone back up stairs.

"Because I'm going to sleep down here,"

"But, Harry-" Hermione began to plead.

"Please?" he asked, sweetly. Hermione didn't look to happy but, nodded slowly anyways, "Do you want to go up now, or later?"

"I think I'm gonna stick down here for awhile. Hemrione you can go back up stairs if you like."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, I'm sure," Hermione smiled, and began to walk towards the stairs, "Oh, and Hemione?" she turned around and looked back at Ginny.

"Yes?"

"Thanks. For everything," Hermione beamed, and nodded.

"Anytime," with that, she returned to the girls dorms.

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"Harry- HARRY!" Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione leaning over him. A few people where looking his way. Harry blinked a few times, then looked blankly around the room.

"Wha?"

"Harry- look," Harry looked around the room again, confused. Then suddenly- it dawned on him, someone was curled up next to him. Harry looked down and saw Ginny there, smileing in her sleep. Attempting to hide his laughter from the glareing Hermione, Harry began to wake Ginny softly.

"Gin- Ginny," no answer. She merly re-postioned herself, Harry leaned close to her ear, "Hunny, wake up," Ginny's blue eye's slowly opened, to show a rather dazed expression. She looked at Harry, and then to Hermione.

"What the hell.." she muttered, sitting up, "We must have fallen asleep on the couch,"

"Ya think?" Hermione snapped, "Ron's going to be up any minute. Go get dressed! Both of you!" Hermione's arm was out streeched, her long finger pointing to the stairs, "Now,"

"Uh.. yes ma'am," Ginny and Harry got off the couch, and slowly made there way over to the stairs, and up to the top.

"What are you two doing in your pj's?" Ron's voice asked, as they reached the top of the stairs.

"Long story," Harry asnwered, and turned to go to his room. The rather tired looking Ron shurgged, and contiuned on his way down the stairs, as both Harry and Ginny went into there dorms.

The day had been long, and relaxing considering they had no classes to go to. Almost everyone slept in, which was quite nice, meaning not a lot of people noticed, and Hermione warned them- they told anyone, she would hex there head off. No one even made a peep about it. By the end of the day, Harry and Ginny had carefully explained what happened, meaning they had to explain Ginny's medical situation. Ron wasn't upset when he came to relize that Harry was only taking care of Ginny, nothing more- Harry just wished Ron had noticed that before he punched him in the face.

"What happened, Potter?" the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey asked, examining the eye. Ginny sat on the bed next to his, overly worried. Hermione now new about the sistuation too and insisted Harry take Ginny to the hospatail wing.

"I got punched in the face," he answered blankly.

"I gathered that much," she said blankly, crushing something in a small bowl, "But who and why?"

"Because someone over reacted to the sistuation," Ginny answered. She looked back and forth between the two.

"I'm not going to get a stright answer, am I?" she asked, crossing her arms. Harry and Ginny looked at each other, but kept there mouths shut- the last thing they wanted was to get Ron in trouble for something that Harry knew damn well he would have done is he heard that Ron had fallen alseep on the couch with his little sister.. if he had a little sister, "Lay down." she ordered. Harry did as he was told, and the cold cream was palced on his marks, "There. No, Ms. Weasley, what can I do for you?"

"Well.. I was told to come because-"

"Maybe it would be better if I explained," a swift voice came from the door. Professor Evelyn stood there, in white robes.

"Professor?" Ginny asked, dumb struck, "Did Hermione-"

"No, I already knew. How ever, Poppy this would be better discussed in your office," Poppy looked at Harry, and then to Evelyn.

"Alright, fallow me," It was 20 long minutes before the two resrufaced from the office in the end of the ward. Evelyn nodde, and Madam Pomfrey began gathering potions off the wall. Harry's vision was blured from having his glasses removed, and only one eye to use, but it was pretty obveous to tell that Pomfrey was extremly worried about Ginny, "Potter, you're free to go," she said, haslty, rubbing away the cream. Harry blinked, and put on his glasses.

"Poppy, he already knows," Evelyn wispered.

"Please dont make him go," Ginny pleaded.

"But, Ginny dear,"

"No, he's the only reason I really came. He's been really good about it, and he's really worried. Please dont make him go..." Pomfrey was not impressed, but decied to let Harry stay anyways.

It was over one long hour before Ginny and Harry where sent off. Ginny had been forced to drink several, very grose and horrible looking potions. By the time they left, Ginny was almost in tears. How ever, she did have some meat on her bone, and seemed much for capable of walking down a hall and not passing out for lack of food, which was a great releaf to Harry who was afraid she was he was going to loose her half the time.

The most painful part for Ginny was sending the owl home. Pomfrey said that she had send one as well, for school reasons. Ginny was in tears and she scribbled down the letter, and tied it to Hedwig's leg (Harry told Ginny to use her because she was much faster then the school owls, and much more reliable) "What's she gonna say?" Ginny wispered, into Harry's arms, as the watched the owl fly off.

"That she loves you," Harry asnwered, "Other then that I dont know..."

"I hope she doesn't tell me to come home," Ginny wispered. Harry feared this for a moment- and then relized that Mrs. Weasley wouldn't do that. Ginny would be in more danger if she was sent home, then if she was here under Dumbledore's pertection. Harry just held Ginny tightly, not really wanting to discuss Voldermort at this time, considering if wouldn't really do much good for Ginny right now.

"Come on, let's get back to the common room," Harry wispered.

"Yea, good idea," Ginny answered, nodded. Harry went to remove his protecting arm, but Ginny stopped him, "Please dont let go... all that potion in me, I'm feeling kinda werid..." Harry smiled at her and nodded.

"I wont let go,"

"'I wont let go... kissy kissy,'" a cold dark voice mocked from behind. Harry really didn't need this right now. The last thing he needed was a row with Malfoy, who in all honesty would mock Ginny, and make her feel wrose about himself. Harry thought about hexing him, but decied that may not be a good idea, considering teachers where bound to be around in the area somewhere.

"Hello, Potter," Malfoy said, as he and Ginny turned around. Ginny gripeed tightly to Harry, shaking. Harry saw the fear in her eyes, as though Malfoy was Voldermort himself, ready to kill- wand at the ready.

"Good bye, Malfoy," Harry said blankly, trying to slip by. Malfoy stepped infront of him, not allowing him to pass, "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing much," Malfoy teased, "What's a matter with that?" he asked, pointing to Ginny, who now had her eyes closed, tears slowly starting to run down her face.

"She has a name," Harry hissed.

"Not in my books she doesn't," Harry noticed Malfoy playing with something in his pocket- his wand.Suddenly it stopped moving, but Malfoy didn't pull his wand out. Harry slolwy pulled Ginny behind him to protect her.

"Not right now, Malfoy," Harry ordered, "I do not need this right now,"

"What do you need, Potter? A tissuse? Is little Harry Potter gonna cry?" Malfoy teased. Anger was riseing up inside of him. Harry had to restrain himself. Malfoy pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Harry.

"What is going on here?" a stren voice asked from behind. Malfoy looked down to see Professor Evelyn standing there. She looked at Malfoy, wand pointed at Harry's chest, and Harry, who hadn't pulled out a wand, and was protecting Ginny.

"Nothing, Professor," Malfoy lied, sutffing his wand into his robes.

"Potter, take Ginny to bed. Malfoy, you come with me," as the two disappered down the stairs, Harry lowered his arms, but didn't move.

"Harry?" Ginny asked, nervously.

"That's strange,"

"What is?"

"When Professor Evelyn came into the hospatail wing, she was wearing white robes. When she came up here, she was wearing blue robes. And her hair was different,"

"I think you're over analyzing things a little Harry," Ginny smiled, and stood back next to Harry, as he wraped his arms around her.

"Yea, maybe,"

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Okay, end of chapter- with lots of forshadowing. So yes, short sorry, I know. But I want to get this up and done ASAP with my computer soon to be re-formatted.

-Night Oasis