Chapter: Three

Title: Snowy

Author: Hyper- I mean Oasis

Rateing: pg 13- duh :P

Disclaimer: Do I really need to put this? Honestly? Love you Jo!

Summary: giggles Let's see people play with swords!! Fun, fun fun! Ohh... and Hermione has an idea!

Sorry it took so long!

Chapter Three(I said that already)

"Harry?" Ron asked, looking at Harr who walked into the common room, looking like someone smacked him in the face with a pan.(a/n: that would be amuseing to see...)

"Yess?" he asked, blankly.

"You- are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think." Harry answered.

"You sort of ran off." Hermione pointed out.

"Yeah. I had to talk to Professor Evelyn."

"Right that second?" Ginny asked, nervously.

"Afarid so, love." Harry smiled ocwardly, "We all need to talk. And its not going to be pleasant."

"Went is it ever pleaseant?" Ron muttered. Hermione smacked him, but Harry snorted.

"You're all gonna want to sit down for this."

"Oh, this is big- isn't it?"

"Afarid so." Harry nodded. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione all sat on a couch, and Harry paced infront of it. He was trying to figure out how to word it properly. No one urged him to hurry, they just watched quitely, "The vision. We should start there."

"Vision?" Hermione asked, doubtfully.

"Yes. That day when I passed out in the hall, I had a vision." Ron squeeked.

"Harry, I understand that you have sort of visions, but-"

"Hermione, I know how you feel on the subject, but there are real seers out there, and it so happen's that Professor Evelyn is one of them. She explained to me what happened, and she's gonna help me learn to control them.

"We learned that Malfoy's a death eater, that's really one of the more important facts. And that he's planning to try something. Of course, there is no solid proff of the fact, so they cant take him away. We weren't able to go into great deal with the vision, cause my head started to ach. But thats the main jift of it."

"There's more, isn't there?" Hermione asked, quitely.

"Yes." Harry answered, "But, I dont fully understand it yet. I'll be able to explain better when I've had awhile to think about it. All I have to say, is watch you backs."

"Pleasant." Ron commented.

"Always." Ginny agreed, and stood up. Harry turned and looked into the fire, before he felt Ginny's arms warp around him. Harry closed his eyes, and returned the embrace. The war was coming, and fast.

"I'm going to bed." Hermione moaned.

"Me to." Ron nodded, and fallowed her up the stairs.

"It's only eight." Ginny moanded, looking at her watch.

"Really?" Harry asked, looking out at the cold land before them, "Ginny, it's snowing."

"I love winter." Ginny smiled. The pair walked over the window and watched the white flakes fall onto the dead trees. The peacfullyness was distrubling pleasant. Harry and Ginny stood there for what had to be an hour, just watching the snow fall, and ingolf the school before either one of them moved.

"I love you." Harry suddenly said. Ginny and Harry faced each other, and Ginny smiled.

"I love you, too Harry." she wispered, and kissed him.

"Get a room." Erika moaned, walking by.

"Shove it, blondie!" Ginny yelled. Everyone in the room went silent, shocked not only at the fact that someone had stood up to Erika, but that, the impatircullary someone- was Ginny.

"What did you call me?!"

"She classes you blondie." Harry answered blankly. "And, like she said- shove it."

"You're just jelous." Ginny smiled.

"Am not!" Ginny smiled evily, and pulled Harry into a deep, emotional kiss. Someone in the room wisled. Erika was just about as green as a tree, before she stommed up the stairs. Ginny pulled away, and bowed as everyone broke into appules.

"Wow.." Harry suddenly said. Ginny giggled.

Harry and Ginny had gone to bed around ten, ready for classes the next morning. The school was cold, and snow was up to some of the windows on the first floor. Ron and Hermione both heard about Ginny and Harry's shut down of Erika. Hermione tried to be angry that they had treated someone poorly, but found that diffcult though the supressed laughter. Ron, on the other hand, was a little taken a back by hearing that his innocent little sister, basically made out with his best mate infront of the whole house. Harry was only releaved he hadn't recived another black eye.

"Hey, Ginny- when you get sick of Potter, I'm free." a fourth year called out.

"Yeah- not gonna happen." she called back, holding Harry's hand tightly. Comment's seemed to fallow them like that all day. Harry was shocked how many people she had turned down for him.

"Love you." Harry wispered, as they walked down to there class.

"Love you more." Ginny giggled. Harry was so releaved to see that Ginny was happier, and lighter then she was at the start of the year. Apparently, shutting Erkia down, was a big boost to ones self confedence.

"Oh, I dont know about that." Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oi! Love birds, you just walked by Ginny's class." Ron moande from behind. The two look backwards, and snorted with laughter.

"So we did." Ginny blinked, "Well, I guess this is good bye."

"Never 'good bye'," Harry said, and then kissed her, "Just 'see you later'"

"Okay, see you later." Harry smiled, and ran to catch up with Ron and Hermione.

"You are so lucky." someone said dreamly to Ginny, as she walked into the class.

"I know." Ginny smiled, and sat down.

"Alright class, listen up!" Professor Evleyn called out, "Here is how it's going to work. You all have ten minutes to go get you swords. This club is going to be more of a class project. Anyone who has failed to get one, come see me and I shall give you one." the class sat silently, "Well- go!" Harry stood up, and left the room.

He stopped outside of the Headmaster's office, and yelled 'Lemon drop' on a whim. To his suprrise, the password was correct. Harry knocked on the big wooden door, and heard a chuckle from the inside.

"Come in, Harry." Dumbledore called.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry said, walking in.

"Ah, yes- I do believe, you are looking for this?" he said, holding Godric Gryffindor's sword.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, here you are." Dumbledore smiled, and handed it to him, "Be careful."

"Of course, sir." Harry smiled, and quickly left back for class. He shoved it in his belt, allowing it to be semi hidden.

"Welcome back, Mr. Potter." Professor Evelyn said, as Harry walked in, "Sword?" Harry reached into his cloak, and pulled out the magnificant blade. A few people gasped, and Professor Evelyn nodded.

"Everyone, stand in the middle of the room." Eagerly, they all walked into the middle, and waited. Evelyn raised her arms, and all the desks shot to the walls, leaving them with lots of space, "We'll start in here for the first week, then more to the great hall, because we'll be out of space. Pair up." Harry went with a girl named Susan, because Ron and Hermione had both already paired up.

"Who has done this before?" Professor Evelyn asked. Harry occwardly lifted his hand, and was shocked to see he was the only one, "Have you?" she asked, low though Harry knew she already knew the answer.

"Sort of."

"Do enlighten us."

"I er- used a sword in my second year." Harry muttered, "This one in fact." Professor Evelyn walked over, and outstreeched her hand.

"May I?"

"Of course." Harry handed it to her, and she spun it around, easily ctaching it, and doing afew more tricks, "It's got excellent blance. Ah, Godric Gryffindor. Yes, the man was known for having a good blade at his side.
"Oh- Mr. Potter, it appers that you still have some blood on here. It apper's to be suprant?"

"Yes." Harry muttered, taking the blade back. Evelyn smiled and nodded.

The basic training took a good week, week and half. But once they where all ready, Professor Evelyn had been putting them in (well protected) battles. So far, Harry was the only one who remained unbeaten. Ron had been, until the two faced off, and Harry won fair and square.

"Wonderful." Professor Evelyn called, catching Ron's sword, which had gone flying. She didn't even flinch as the blade hurrled towards her, and caught it easily, "I was thinking, perhap's we could do a corrographed battle, and put it on for the school."

"Oh!" Hermione called out.

"Yes, Ms. Granger?" Evelyn chuckled.

"We go do a play! Get some other classes involded! And put it on for Christmas!"

"That sounds like a wonderful idea. What to the rest of you think?" Everyone seemed to talk about it, most people where in agreeance, "Of course, that would mean no homework, and thoughs of you who want to work behind the scens are welcome to-"

"We're in!" Seums yelled. The class roared in agreement.

"Do we have script writter?"

"I'll do it!" Hermione chreed, "I can get other poeples ideas to!"

"Alright, you've got the job. When can we expect it done?"

"Firday."

"Are you sure- it is Wed-"

"Posstive. I already have an idea."

Ohhhh, I'm thinking about posting up my other story, its really pure fluff, its another Ginny/Harry stroy, but it starts out with a ver numb harry and year 6- should I do it?

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-Oasis