Chapter 2 – Caring, Understanding, Revealing
Harry had been working on spells for nearly two hours. He woke up at dawn which was six in the morning. He had been working on the Fugite Shield Charm. It was a real strong shield that blocked most of the curses. At his first try nothing happened and then he concentrated as he said "Fugite Etanum" a slightly blue beam surrounded him. But it wasn't a deep blue like the book had told him. He needed more concentration.
He took as much as break as he needed during his training. This spell was rather hard and all the concentration gave him a headache. After every try the shield was getting a darker, more visible blue. It must have been his 40th time that he then managed to make it a deep blue as the book had told him.
Trying to get rid of the stress, "I've got the color right lets see if it really works" he said with a smirk on his face.
He went over to the cupboard where his potion ingredients were held. He opened it and reached down to the second shelf. He got out five "Immago- balls".
He walked into the first chamber. He neatly seated the "Immago-balls" in different places in front of him. He went to the other side of the chamber where he would face every ball.
With a deep breath he yelled "Immago Nitorum". Each ball took a shape and started cursing, hexing.
Once he saw the curses that were coming towards him he silently swore under his breath. He dodged a leg locker curse.
They had cornered him. He couldn't dodge anymore. "It's now or never" with that he jumped on the floor rolled over dodging several curses and with all his concentration he yelled "Fugite Etanum". The deep blue beam surrounded him. The curses that hit his shield bounced back to the caster. Three balls fell to the ground with a thud. Now it was time for offense. He broke the connection. Curses flew in his direction. He jumped out of the way. The curses were coming non-stop. He sent an Expelliarmus to one of the balls. It fell to the ground. Suddenly he had an awful pain on the side of his body. He quickly turned around and shot another Expelliarmus. All of the balls were on the ground. This had to be a record. For five "Immago-balls" it only took him ten minutes. But he still had gotten hit.
He had gotten a cutting curse to the side of his body. He had left himself open for an attack. That was unforgivable. If it was a Death Eater attack he surely would have been dead by now. The cut had caused a lot of pain.
He slowly walked to the second chamber. He went by his cauldron. He got the red vial and rubbed it on the cut. The pain became tolerable. He conjured up some bandages and wrapped it around him. The cut would completely heal in two days time. That meant in that time he shouldn't make any sudden moves.
"I guess I'll just have to read these two days" putting back the "Immago- balls" in their right places.
Ginny was in the kitchen of the Burrow reading the Daily Prophet. It said that there had been several deaths. Mr. Weasley had told them that the reason for the deaths. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was trying to recruit Death Eaters. The ones that declined ended up dead. At least that's what Mr. Weasley had told them.
Ginny was about to turn the page when Hedwig came flying in with a letter from Harry. She took Hedwig and silently went into her room. She gave Hedwig some owl treats, and started reading the letter. A look of understanding came across her face as she read further. She blushed a little at the part when Harry said he was proud of them. She blushed even more when she read that Harry's reason for writing back was because of her.
After she read she felt strange. Harry had changed. Sirius's death had changed him a great deal. She never understood how Harry was keeping on after all that happened. After all that's happened to him he still faces evil, comes out alive and still keeps on living. He was brave, intelligent, and maybe a little good looking. She laughed at the thought.
Ginny had changed a lot too since her second year. She wasn't the same girl who kept blushing or squeaking at the sight of Harry. She didn't know her true feelings for him anymore. Did she still have hope for him? But the, "Love, Harry," part of the letter felt so good just to read it. Could she take it as a signal? She quickly dismissed the thought. She didn't know why, but deep down in her heart she still had hope for him.
"I better show the letter to the others too. If they find out I didn't tell them about the letter they'll kill me for sure." She went out searching for Ron and Hermione.
She found them in the living room reading. Since when did Ron read? Especially with Hermione, alone? She smirked at the thought. She would definitely write about this to Harry. She made a sound of clearing her throat to break the silence. "Ahem." They looked at her and she started talking, "I got a letter from Harry." She gave the letter to them and they started reading it. As they were reading their expressions changed. As much as she could tell, they looked a bit angry. Finishing it they looked at each other, then grinned and turned to Ginny. "What?" She said trying to figure out what they were grinning at.
Hermione started, "Well first he replied to you. Second is the 'Love, Harry part,'" she said with a mock smile.
Ginny launched in, "He replied because I'm not like you two, always worried about Harry. It's as though you feel sorry for him. Harry knows what he is doing. He doesn't need you two to keep acting as though he's still a boy or a lost one. He didn't mean the 'Love, Harry' in that way. He said it because we're good friends." As she said it she realized that her voice had been getting higher. She quickly grabbed the letter out of Hermione's hand and started going out of the room. She was just about to get out she turned and said, "Now I understand Harry very well. No wonder he doesn't reply you," with that she stalked of to her room.
Ron and Hermione were shocked by the outrage. Hermione was just kidding and now she had hurt Ginny's feelings. Was she right about Harry? But that didn't prove what Harry did was right. Harry could have just said it. But a voice in her head said "Even when Harry says it. You bring it up another time." Now she felt miserable. They were right. They had to talk to Harry in person about this since he didn't reply to their letters.
Ginny was in her room smashing whatever she saw in range. She was mad. "How could Hermione and Ron say such a thing while Harry's out there, has a lot of problems, and they think that he has time to love someone?"
She didn't want to believe what she just said. She would love Harry to love her. She still had hope for him. She would write to him tonight.
Harry was sitting at his desk reading. He had understood a lot from the book. Most of the Guardians he read were just like him. They had faced the greatest evil of their time. They had lost families and friends. But in the end they all managed to survive. They defeated...They defeated the worst.
Ginny was sitting on her bed. She was thinking, thinking of Harry. Why did she keep thinking of him? "Come on Ginny think of something else. You said to Hermione you didn't have anymore feeling for Harry. It's best that we are friends with him. Harry needs his friends. He needs someone that understands his feelings, someone that would understand, at the very least a little of his feelings. To be like what Sirius was for Harry. Something like Sirius and Harry had."
She got off the bed and went over to her desk and pulled out a peace of parchment. She had decided that she would try to be friends with Harry. Not that they weren't friends but she wanted a little more than what they had right now. She wanted Harry talking to someone, someone he could share his problems with. Ginny couldn't find someone else that suited for this job then her. And this would definitely improve the relationship between both of them. She would truly express herself and see what he would do.
Hi Harry,
How are you? How is your summer coming along? I hope your enjoying your summer, not that you would (hehe) I'm not enjoying mine. I just had a row with Hermione and Ron over something. But you were right Harry they sometimes can get on your nerves. I just... sometimes feel that no one would understand me. It feels foreign to tell them. If you even told them you get the feeling that they would never understand. The reason I told you all this was, that I know you, something about you makes me want to tell. I think the reason is that, you know what I feel, and maybe much more. I want you to remember that I'll always be there if you need help.
Love, Ginny
P.S. Ron and Hermione have been reading alone quiet a lot. I think Ron has finally told Hermione his feelings about her. I don't know when they talked.
She sat there looking at the letter. She had just explained herself in a way she had never done to anyone.
She went downstairs looking for the family owl. She walked past the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Ron and Hermione were eating.
Mrs. Weasley turned and saw Ginny going into the living room. "Ginny dear, your dinner is getting cold." Ginny turned back and looked at her mother. "Mum, I'm not hungry. Do you know where Errol is?" Mrs. Weasley looked at the letter in Ginny's hand then to Ginny. She nodded and said, "He's in his cage."
Ginny thanked her and with a last glare to Hermione and Ron she headed to the living room where Errol's cage was.
She tied the letter to the owl's leg and took him out to the garden. "Take this to Harry and don't come back without a reply. Make sure he writes back if not pinch him till he does." The owl hooted in a way of understanding and took off.
Harry was about to go to bed. His every move caused a lot of pain. He had bruises all over his body and a cut on the side right underneath his arm. He finally managed to get in his bed. He had sweat on his face. The moving caused him a lot pain. Wiping his sweat he turned and turned of the light on his desk.
He didn't know when he fell asleep. He had woken up by a sound. He looked over to the window and saw an owl tapping the glass. He slowly got up and went over to the window. When he opened it the owl fell inside. He took a closer look to see the owl was Errol, the Weasley's family owl.
He took of the letter and carried the owl to his desk. He gave Errol some water. He checked the letter. It was from Ginny. He slowly went over to his desk. He opened it and started reading.
After he read it the only thing he said was, "Wow." He was touched by what Ginny said. He felt the same way. Ginny knew exactly what he felt. He just sat there looking at the letter. After all the people in the world she chose to tell her feelings to him.
He was glad for Ron and Hermione. If they were really dating, that is. So many visions of Ginny went through his head. From their first meeting at the Burrow, to the chamber of secrets up to last year. She was a special friend to Harry. He loved her bright brown eyes, her smile. "Why am I thinking of this? Snap out of it Harry. Get a hold on yourself."
He was about to put the letter away and head for the bed when someone pinched him on the arm. "Ouch, ouch, ouch." He looked and saw Errol pinching him. "Stop it! What's the pinching for?" he said. Errol picked up the quill on his desk. "Ginny wants me to write back now!?!" Harry said, getting annoyed. He got out a piece of parchment and started writing.
Hi Ginny,
My summer is as usual, boring. But I found something to occupy me. I'm full most of the day. You know Ginny; the letter you sent touched my soul. The letter was as beautiful as you. You completely understand my feelings. I will always remember you, pretty lady. If I could arrange a time, I could come over to the Burrow to talk, but only for a short time. I will send you the date later. Until then, keep it as a secret. As for Ron and Hermione I'm glad if they have a relationship.
Love, Harry
He folded the letter neatly and tied it to Errol. Without wasting any time Errol flew out the window. "I shouldn't have said I would come to the Burrow. If I'm going I need to plan it carefully." With all the strength left in him he slowly got into bed and fell a sleep.
Harry had been working on spells for nearly two hours. He woke up at dawn which was six in the morning. He had been working on the Fugite Shield Charm. It was a real strong shield that blocked most of the curses. At his first try nothing happened and then he concentrated as he said "Fugite Etanum" a slightly blue beam surrounded him. But it wasn't a deep blue like the book had told him. He needed more concentration.
He took as much as break as he needed during his training. This spell was rather hard and all the concentration gave him a headache. After every try the shield was getting a darker, more visible blue. It must have been his 40th time that he then managed to make it a deep blue as the book had told him.
Trying to get rid of the stress, "I've got the color right lets see if it really works" he said with a smirk on his face.
He went over to the cupboard where his potion ingredients were held. He opened it and reached down to the second shelf. He got out five "Immago- balls".
He walked into the first chamber. He neatly seated the "Immago-balls" in different places in front of him. He went to the other side of the chamber where he would face every ball.
With a deep breath he yelled "Immago Nitorum". Each ball took a shape and started cursing, hexing.
Once he saw the curses that were coming towards him he silently swore under his breath. He dodged a leg locker curse.
They had cornered him. He couldn't dodge anymore. "It's now or never" with that he jumped on the floor rolled over dodging several curses and with all his concentration he yelled "Fugite Etanum". The deep blue beam surrounded him. The curses that hit his shield bounced back to the caster. Three balls fell to the ground with a thud. Now it was time for offense. He broke the connection. Curses flew in his direction. He jumped out of the way. The curses were coming non-stop. He sent an Expelliarmus to one of the balls. It fell to the ground. Suddenly he had an awful pain on the side of his body. He quickly turned around and shot another Expelliarmus. All of the balls were on the ground. This had to be a record. For five "Immago-balls" it only took him ten minutes. But he still had gotten hit.
He had gotten a cutting curse to the side of his body. He had left himself open for an attack. That was unforgivable. If it was a Death Eater attack he surely would have been dead by now. The cut had caused a lot of pain.
He slowly walked to the second chamber. He went by his cauldron. He got the red vial and rubbed it on the cut. The pain became tolerable. He conjured up some bandages and wrapped it around him. The cut would completely heal in two days time. That meant in that time he shouldn't make any sudden moves.
"I guess I'll just have to read these two days" putting back the "Immago- balls" in their right places.
Ginny was in the kitchen of the Burrow reading the Daily Prophet. It said that there had been several deaths. Mr. Weasley had told them that the reason for the deaths. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was trying to recruit Death Eaters. The ones that declined ended up dead. At least that's what Mr. Weasley had told them.
Ginny was about to turn the page when Hedwig came flying in with a letter from Harry. She took Hedwig and silently went into her room. She gave Hedwig some owl treats, and started reading the letter. A look of understanding came across her face as she read further. She blushed a little at the part when Harry said he was proud of them. She blushed even more when she read that Harry's reason for writing back was because of her.
After she read she felt strange. Harry had changed. Sirius's death had changed him a great deal. She never understood how Harry was keeping on after all that happened. After all that's happened to him he still faces evil, comes out alive and still keeps on living. He was brave, intelligent, and maybe a little good looking. She laughed at the thought.
Ginny had changed a lot too since her second year. She wasn't the same girl who kept blushing or squeaking at the sight of Harry. She didn't know her true feelings for him anymore. Did she still have hope for him? But the, "Love, Harry," part of the letter felt so good just to read it. Could she take it as a signal? She quickly dismissed the thought. She didn't know why, but deep down in her heart she still had hope for him.
"I better show the letter to the others too. If they find out I didn't tell them about the letter they'll kill me for sure." She went out searching for Ron and Hermione.
She found them in the living room reading. Since when did Ron read? Especially with Hermione, alone? She smirked at the thought. She would definitely write about this to Harry. She made a sound of clearing her throat to break the silence. "Ahem." They looked at her and she started talking, "I got a letter from Harry." She gave the letter to them and they started reading it. As they were reading their expressions changed. As much as she could tell, they looked a bit angry. Finishing it they looked at each other, then grinned and turned to Ginny. "What?" She said trying to figure out what they were grinning at.
Hermione started, "Well first he replied to you. Second is the 'Love, Harry part,'" she said with a mock smile.
Ginny launched in, "He replied because I'm not like you two, always worried about Harry. It's as though you feel sorry for him. Harry knows what he is doing. He doesn't need you two to keep acting as though he's still a boy or a lost one. He didn't mean the 'Love, Harry' in that way. He said it because we're good friends." As she said it she realized that her voice had been getting higher. She quickly grabbed the letter out of Hermione's hand and started going out of the room. She was just about to get out she turned and said, "Now I understand Harry very well. No wonder he doesn't reply you," with that she stalked of to her room.
Ron and Hermione were shocked by the outrage. Hermione was just kidding and now she had hurt Ginny's feelings. Was she right about Harry? But that didn't prove what Harry did was right. Harry could have just said it. But a voice in her head said "Even when Harry says it. You bring it up another time." Now she felt miserable. They were right. They had to talk to Harry in person about this since he didn't reply to their letters.
Ginny was in her room smashing whatever she saw in range. She was mad. "How could Hermione and Ron say such a thing while Harry's out there, has a lot of problems, and they think that he has time to love someone?"
She didn't want to believe what she just said. She would love Harry to love her. She still had hope for him. She would write to him tonight.
Harry was sitting at his desk reading. He had understood a lot from the book. Most of the Guardians he read were just like him. They had faced the greatest evil of their time. They had lost families and friends. But in the end they all managed to survive. They defeated...They defeated the worst.
Ginny was sitting on her bed. She was thinking, thinking of Harry. Why did she keep thinking of him? "Come on Ginny think of something else. You said to Hermione you didn't have anymore feeling for Harry. It's best that we are friends with him. Harry needs his friends. He needs someone that understands his feelings, someone that would understand, at the very least a little of his feelings. To be like what Sirius was for Harry. Something like Sirius and Harry had."
She got off the bed and went over to her desk and pulled out a peace of parchment. She had decided that she would try to be friends with Harry. Not that they weren't friends but she wanted a little more than what they had right now. She wanted Harry talking to someone, someone he could share his problems with. Ginny couldn't find someone else that suited for this job then her. And this would definitely improve the relationship between both of them. She would truly express herself and see what he would do.
Hi Harry,
How are you? How is your summer coming along? I hope your enjoying your summer, not that you would (hehe) I'm not enjoying mine. I just had a row with Hermione and Ron over something. But you were right Harry they sometimes can get on your nerves. I just... sometimes feel that no one would understand me. It feels foreign to tell them. If you even told them you get the feeling that they would never understand. The reason I told you all this was, that I know you, something about you makes me want to tell. I think the reason is that, you know what I feel, and maybe much more. I want you to remember that I'll always be there if you need help.
Love, Ginny
P.S. Ron and Hermione have been reading alone quiet a lot. I think Ron has finally told Hermione his feelings about her. I don't know when they talked.
She sat there looking at the letter. She had just explained herself in a way she had never done to anyone.
She went downstairs looking for the family owl. She walked past the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Ron and Hermione were eating.
Mrs. Weasley turned and saw Ginny going into the living room. "Ginny dear, your dinner is getting cold." Ginny turned back and looked at her mother. "Mum, I'm not hungry. Do you know where Errol is?" Mrs. Weasley looked at the letter in Ginny's hand then to Ginny. She nodded and said, "He's in his cage."
Ginny thanked her and with a last glare to Hermione and Ron she headed to the living room where Errol's cage was.
She tied the letter to the owl's leg and took him out to the garden. "Take this to Harry and don't come back without a reply. Make sure he writes back if not pinch him till he does." The owl hooted in a way of understanding and took off.
Harry was about to go to bed. His every move caused a lot of pain. He had bruises all over his body and a cut on the side right underneath his arm. He finally managed to get in his bed. He had sweat on his face. The moving caused him a lot pain. Wiping his sweat he turned and turned of the light on his desk.
He didn't know when he fell asleep. He had woken up by a sound. He looked over to the window and saw an owl tapping the glass. He slowly got up and went over to the window. When he opened it the owl fell inside. He took a closer look to see the owl was Errol, the Weasley's family owl.
He took of the letter and carried the owl to his desk. He gave Errol some water. He checked the letter. It was from Ginny. He slowly went over to his desk. He opened it and started reading.
After he read it the only thing he said was, "Wow." He was touched by what Ginny said. He felt the same way. Ginny knew exactly what he felt. He just sat there looking at the letter. After all the people in the world she chose to tell her feelings to him.
He was glad for Ron and Hermione. If they were really dating, that is. So many visions of Ginny went through his head. From their first meeting at the Burrow, to the chamber of secrets up to last year. She was a special friend to Harry. He loved her bright brown eyes, her smile. "Why am I thinking of this? Snap out of it Harry. Get a hold on yourself."
He was about to put the letter away and head for the bed when someone pinched him on the arm. "Ouch, ouch, ouch." He looked and saw Errol pinching him. "Stop it! What's the pinching for?" he said. Errol picked up the quill on his desk. "Ginny wants me to write back now!?!" Harry said, getting annoyed. He got out a piece of parchment and started writing.
Hi Ginny,
My summer is as usual, boring. But I found something to occupy me. I'm full most of the day. You know Ginny; the letter you sent touched my soul. The letter was as beautiful as you. You completely understand my feelings. I will always remember you, pretty lady. If I could arrange a time, I could come over to the Burrow to talk, but only for a short time. I will send you the date later. Until then, keep it as a secret. As for Ron and Hermione I'm glad if they have a relationship.
Love, Harry
He folded the letter neatly and tied it to Errol. Without wasting any time Errol flew out the window. "I shouldn't have said I would come to the Burrow. If I'm going I need to plan it carefully." With all the strength left in him he slowly got into bed and fell a sleep.