Messaging My Love
Chap. 16
"Harry?" She asked before he started walking off; ugh! She thought annoyed; here goes my bladder! She stopped taking a quick look behind her, I'm sorry Colin, she thought quietly before heading after Harry.
"Harry Potter!" She yelled at his form that seemed to quicken it's pace every time when she got closer. Harry stopped and turned; she swallowed his face was darkened. She could tell off the bat he was ready to kill someone, "Harry?" She said shakily as she saw him look at her darkly.
His facial features softened slightly and in a flash he gripped his forehead; screaming. Ginny ran over to him but then froze a foot before him. She whipped out her wand and screamed out a spell; he froze. She mumbled another one and had him floating through the air all the way to Madame Pomfrey.
Ginny wouldn't leave even though Madame Pomfrey looked close to chasing her out with a high heel shoe…she wouldn't leave. For someone she found herself thinking this was all her fault. Finally he was sleeping peacefully around two in the afternoon. Dumbledore had come by and spoke in whispers with Madame Pomfrey.
Ginny had walked carefully to the bed; she slumped into a chair next to the bed. Slowly she took his glasses away from him and placed it down next to him. "Ginny?" Colin's voice rang out behind her, she looked at him shakily. "Oh god," he mumbled, before rushing over to her.
He held her tightly while she cried on him mumbling how it was her fault. "How could've been you fault, Gin? Harry's been through it before you know."
She sniffed, "But, God! Colin, how can Ron and Hermione stand this? Besides where are they?"
Colin frowned, "they're still in class, from what I heard Snape won't let them out." Colin, held her closer, "don't worry Harry will make it through…soon you'll see him walking around most likely in a day you'll see."
But how wrong Colin was it didn't come close; Harry was still in bed when three weeks had past. Rumors said they were close to thinking he should be sent to Saint Mangos. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione seemed to be there every minute of the day.
Once Ginny went in and saw Snape looking sadly a Harry before patting Harry's hand and saying, "buck up Potter, it isn't the same in my class without you." Then with a quick look he left without a glance at Ginny at all.
A day after the forth week was declared Ginny was sitting with Harry; her head was on the mattress and he eyes grew heavier each second before she fell asleep. Her dream wasn't an easy one either:
It was deadly dark; quickly she patted around for her wand only finding she couldn't find it. She took a step and let out a whimper when she heard something behind her. Come on! She thought angrily, didn't Charlie teach you something about fighting in the dark without your wand?
She closed her eyes; making it darker then it already was. Taking steps she noticed the ground was firm, when she sniffed she could smell something indifferent coming from a different area…it smelled so familiar. She slowly followed it; hoping it wasn't a trick. Soon enough following it she felt a fuzzy warm feeling crawl from her legs to her head.
She opened and saw a small patch of light…but then she heard it. Someone was crying…she headed towards it and then she heard another thing, "Miss Weasley?"
Her head slowly roes and she blinked adjusting to the light she looked up into cheery blue eyes, "Professor?"
"Hello, Miss Weasley," He was sitting down next to Harry's leg, "I was wondering if me and you could have a chat? Maybe a walk around the grounds? It's terribly nice today…mind you some students are in class…unlike others," he smiled knowingly at her.
She blushed, "Sorry Professor," she looked at him shyly before looking over at Harry, "I'm just worried about him."
She looked back to Professor Dumbledore when she heard him sigh, "Everyone wants the best for Mr. Potter Miss Weasley. But I'm afraid it would drive Pomfrey nuts if all of them were to skip class and visit him."
She smiled at him, "yeah I guess not," she stood up and Dumbledore followed.
"Ready?" He asked; she nodded uncertain before heading out with Dumbledore; but with only a last look at Harry before leaving for sure. Ginny followed Dumbledore, once she felt the cool breeze outside she smiled and closed her eyes for a second letting the sun sink in. "It's nice for spring to be coming," Dumbledore said before stepping out onto the land.
Ginny followed uncertain, "can I ask what's going on?"
"Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said while starting towards the lake, "is there something you know about Mr. Potter that you'd like to tell me?"
Ginny stopped and furrow her brow, "what do you mean?"
Professor Dumbledore stopped and tuned to face her, "I'm afraid that Voldemort might want to attack Mr. Potter in another way…his heart."
Chap. 16
"Harry?" She asked before he started walking off; ugh! She thought annoyed; here goes my bladder! She stopped taking a quick look behind her, I'm sorry Colin, she thought quietly before heading after Harry.
"Harry Potter!" She yelled at his form that seemed to quicken it's pace every time when she got closer. Harry stopped and turned; she swallowed his face was darkened. She could tell off the bat he was ready to kill someone, "Harry?" She said shakily as she saw him look at her darkly.
His facial features softened slightly and in a flash he gripped his forehead; screaming. Ginny ran over to him but then froze a foot before him. She whipped out her wand and screamed out a spell; he froze. She mumbled another one and had him floating through the air all the way to Madame Pomfrey.
Ginny wouldn't leave even though Madame Pomfrey looked close to chasing her out with a high heel shoe…she wouldn't leave. For someone she found herself thinking this was all her fault. Finally he was sleeping peacefully around two in the afternoon. Dumbledore had come by and spoke in whispers with Madame Pomfrey.
Ginny had walked carefully to the bed; she slumped into a chair next to the bed. Slowly she took his glasses away from him and placed it down next to him. "Ginny?" Colin's voice rang out behind her, she looked at him shakily. "Oh god," he mumbled, before rushing over to her.
He held her tightly while she cried on him mumbling how it was her fault. "How could've been you fault, Gin? Harry's been through it before you know."
She sniffed, "But, God! Colin, how can Ron and Hermione stand this? Besides where are they?"
Colin frowned, "they're still in class, from what I heard Snape won't let them out." Colin, held her closer, "don't worry Harry will make it through…soon you'll see him walking around most likely in a day you'll see."
But how wrong Colin was it didn't come close; Harry was still in bed when three weeks had past. Rumors said they were close to thinking he should be sent to Saint Mangos. Ginny, Ron, and Hermione seemed to be there every minute of the day.
Once Ginny went in and saw Snape looking sadly a Harry before patting Harry's hand and saying, "buck up Potter, it isn't the same in my class without you." Then with a quick look he left without a glance at Ginny at all.
A day after the forth week was declared Ginny was sitting with Harry; her head was on the mattress and he eyes grew heavier each second before she fell asleep. Her dream wasn't an easy one either:
It was deadly dark; quickly she patted around for her wand only finding she couldn't find it. She took a step and let out a whimper when she heard something behind her. Come on! She thought angrily, didn't Charlie teach you something about fighting in the dark without your wand?
She closed her eyes; making it darker then it already was. Taking steps she noticed the ground was firm, when she sniffed she could smell something indifferent coming from a different area…it smelled so familiar. She slowly followed it; hoping it wasn't a trick. Soon enough following it she felt a fuzzy warm feeling crawl from her legs to her head.
She opened and saw a small patch of light…but then she heard it. Someone was crying…she headed towards it and then she heard another thing, "Miss Weasley?"
Her head slowly roes and she blinked adjusting to the light she looked up into cheery blue eyes, "Professor?"
"Hello, Miss Weasley," He was sitting down next to Harry's leg, "I was wondering if me and you could have a chat? Maybe a walk around the grounds? It's terribly nice today…mind you some students are in class…unlike others," he smiled knowingly at her.
She blushed, "Sorry Professor," she looked at him shyly before looking over at Harry, "I'm just worried about him."
She looked back to Professor Dumbledore when she heard him sigh, "Everyone wants the best for Mr. Potter Miss Weasley. But I'm afraid it would drive Pomfrey nuts if all of them were to skip class and visit him."
She smiled at him, "yeah I guess not," she stood up and Dumbledore followed.
"Ready?" He asked; she nodded uncertain before heading out with Dumbledore; but with only a last look at Harry before leaving for sure. Ginny followed Dumbledore, once she felt the cool breeze outside she smiled and closed her eyes for a second letting the sun sink in. "It's nice for spring to be coming," Dumbledore said before stepping out onto the land.
Ginny followed uncertain, "can I ask what's going on?"
"Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said while starting towards the lake, "is there something you know about Mr. Potter that you'd like to tell me?"
Ginny stopped and furrow her brow, "what do you mean?"
Professor Dumbledore stopped and tuned to face her, "I'm afraid that Voldemort might want to attack Mr. Potter in another way…his heart."