CHAPTER TWO: Imagination?
Disclaimer: I own no Harry Potter characters, they are a work of genius
from J.k. Rowling. The only characters I own are the ones that I make
up...oh, and I own Draco ^-^. Heehee. He's HOT.
Author's note: Thanks to my reviewers...this next part is for you. I promise,
this story does have a point, and there is going to be a lot of drama,
mystery, and some more fluff(. So, keep reading and being awesome
encouragers...I've taken your advice on some stuff, and I appreciate your
comments.
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Ginny watched as Harry trudged up the stairs to the room that he and Ron always shared on summer
holiday. Every year she could recall that Harry had stayed was a summer of hideous torture, only Fred and George
had known that her admiration continued after her third year. And being the evil twins that they were, they tortured
her constantly.
"OH HARRY!" they would smile sweetly at Ginny, making her believe that they were about to spill her
well kept secret. She would react in horror, scrunching her face up and sliding a finger across her throat just before
Harry would glance her direction. To their hilarious amusement, she would quickly react and smile sweetly as he
glanced at her and glare as soon as Harry's back was turned away. Lately though, they'd been quite angry with the
fact that Harry seemed to finally notice her. Glancing at each other with clenched fists as Ginny and Harry played
footsie under the table or smiled sweetly at each other as they went about daily life, Ginny didn't at all feel badly
for the moment Harry got, an—er...talking to from the twins. She quite dreaded the day that judgment for him
would occur. But for now, it was wonderful to finally be loved.
She sighed as she started getting out the pots and pans to prepare breakfast. Because there were SO MANY
people staying in the Burrow, she had to start early if the whole Weasley family and friends were to have breakfast.
And it wasn't worth hearing their complaints if they DIDN'T get it. Sighing again, she kicked a cabinet door shut
and used her wand to light the stove on fire. This would take awhile...
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Harry glanced at the sleeping figure in the light of the rising sun as he entered his bedroom. Ron, always a
deep sleeper, snored even as Harry collapsed loudly onto his broken mattress. A broken coil jutted sharply into his
back as he reacted with a vehement display of rebellion, "Bloody mattress!" he muttered as he punched it back into
place, only to watch it spring out again. "BLOODY PIECE OF—"
"Oh, don't mind THAT thing," a deep voice rumbled. Harry turned around instantly to see who the jovial
voice belonged to. Startled, he didn't see anyone behind him. Muttering to himself, he again raised his fist to pound
the mattress spring. A bald man's head appeared through the mattress just as Harry was about to hit.
"AUGH!" Harry jumped back, so startled that he nearly had a heart attack. He watched as this young ghost
slid gently out of the broken mattress. His face was slightly plump, but his bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair
shown happily as two dimples awarded Harry with an obvious smile. Harry couldn't help but feel joy when
looking at this creature. Slowly, he gained his sense and said, "Who ARE you?! And what the bloody sod do you
think you're doing?!"
"Well," the smiling young ghost replied, "I, to answer the first of your series of questions, am Zeus
Weasley, the oldest of the children. Right now, if I were alive, I'd be working somewhere in the ministry, with a
wonderful job, a great wife, and three kids on my knee. Which leads me to what I'm doing here...I need YOU to do
something for me."
It wasn't often that ghosts asked wizards to do tasks for them...very odd, in fact. Harry responded
hesitantly, "What exactly DO you want me to do?" Just then, Ron awoke with a start.
"Bloody hell, Harry...I just want you to go to bloody sleep," his eyelids drooped, full of obvious
sleepiness as ruffled his already, sleep tousled flaming red hair. He yawned and looked at Harry, suddenly waking
up as he glanced behind him. "AUGH!" he screamed. When Harry looked again...Zeus was gone.
Ron shook his head quickly. "I'm seein' things from sleepiness or something Harry, because that just
looked like my—" he stopped quickly.
"Your what, Ron?!" Harry muttered quietly.
"Nothing, just forget I said anything."
Harry looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing as the smells of bacon, eggs, and freshly made beans on
toast wafted up to the rafters of the house. Only Ginny's cooking could smell that good...she's inherited her
mother's good cooking ability.
"I'm hungry," Ron mumbled as he stood up on his legs that were still, indeed asleep. Walking slowly over
to the door, he tripped on his Chudley Cannons hat and fell, arms flailing wildly, to the ground.
"OW!"
But Harry barely heard him fall, for he was thinking about the mysterious ghost Zeus...
"OY! POTTER!" his thoughts were distracted as he heard Ron running down the stairs to breakfast, and the
two very grown up Weasley twins, fists clenched...staring him right in the face.
"Watch out Potter!" Fred said with his teeth clenched, "'Cuz if you TOUCH my sister...you might as well
say 'Avada Kedavra' into a mirror and say goodbye.
Harry sat there, looking into their eyes until they slowly backed away from the door. What was going ON
in this house??!
Ginny watched as Harry trudged up the stairs to the room that he and Ron always shared on summer
holiday. Every year she could recall that Harry had stayed was a summer of hideous torture, only Fred and George
had known that her admiration continued after her third year. And being the evil twins that they were, they tortured
her constantly.
"OH HARRY!" they would smile sweetly at Ginny, making her believe that they were about to spill her
well kept secret. She would react in horror, scrunching her face up and sliding a finger across her throat just before
Harry would glance her direction. To their hilarious amusement, she would quickly react and smile sweetly as he
glanced at her and glare as soon as Harry's back was turned away. Lately though, they'd been quite angry with the
fact that Harry seemed to finally notice her. Glancing at each other with clenched fists as Ginny and Harry played
footsie under the table or smiled sweetly at each other as they went about daily life, Ginny didn't at all feel badly
for the moment Harry got, an—er...talking to from the twins. She quite dreaded the day that judgment for him
would occur. But for now, it was wonderful to finally be loved.
She sighed as she started getting out the pots and pans to prepare breakfast. Because there were SO MANY
people staying in the Burrow, she had to start early if the whole Weasley family and friends were to have breakfast.
And it wasn't worth hearing their complaints if they DIDN'T get it. Sighing again, she kicked a cabinet door shut
and used her wand to light the stove on fire. This would take awhile...
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Harry glanced at the sleeping figure in the light of the rising sun as he entered his bedroom. Ron, always a
deep sleeper, snored even as Harry collapsed loudly onto his broken mattress. A broken coil jutted sharply into his
back as he reacted with a vehement display of rebellion, "Bloody mattress!" he muttered as he punched it back into
place, only to watch it spring out again. "BLOODY PIECE OF—"
"Oh, don't mind THAT thing," a deep voice rumbled. Harry turned around instantly to see who the jovial
voice belonged to. Startled, he didn't see anyone behind him. Muttering to himself, he again raised his fist to pound
the mattress spring. A bald man's head appeared through the mattress just as Harry was about to hit.
"AUGH!" Harry jumped back, so startled that he nearly had a heart attack. He watched as this young ghost
slid gently out of the broken mattress. His face was slightly plump, but his bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair
shown happily as two dimples awarded Harry with an obvious smile. Harry couldn't help but feel joy when
looking at this creature. Slowly, he gained his sense and said, "Who ARE you?! And what the bloody sod do you
think you're doing?!"
"Well," the smiling young ghost replied, "I, to answer the first of your series of questions, am Zeus
Weasley, the oldest of the children. Right now, if I were alive, I'd be working somewhere in the ministry, with a
wonderful job, a great wife, and three kids on my knee. Which leads me to what I'm doing here...I need YOU to do
something for me."
It wasn't often that ghosts asked wizards to do tasks for them...very odd, in fact. Harry responded
hesitantly, "What exactly DO you want me to do?" Just then, Ron awoke with a start.
"Bloody hell, Harry...I just want you to go to bloody sleep," his eyelids drooped, full of obvious
sleepiness as ruffled his already, sleep tousled flaming red hair. He yawned and looked at Harry, suddenly waking
up as he glanced behind him. "AUGH!" he screamed. When Harry looked again...Zeus was gone.
Ron shook his head quickly. "I'm seein' things from sleepiness or something Harry, because that just
looked like my—" he stopped quickly.
"Your what, Ron?!" Harry muttered quietly.
"Nothing, just forget I said anything."
Harry looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing as the smells of bacon, eggs, and freshly made beans on
toast wafted up to the rafters of the house. Only Ginny's cooking could smell that good...she's inherited her
mother's good cooking ability.
"I'm hungry," Ron mumbled as he stood up on his legs that were still, indeed asleep. Walking slowly over
to the door, he tripped on his Chudley Cannons hat and fell, arms flailing wildly, to the ground.
"OW!"
But Harry barely heard him fall, for he was thinking about the mysterious ghost Zeus...
"OY! POTTER!" his thoughts were distracted as he heard Ron running down the stairs to breakfast, and the
two very grown up Weasley twins, fists clenched...staring him right in the face.
"Watch out Potter!" Fred said with his teeth clenched, "'Cuz if you TOUCH my sister...you might as well
say 'Avada Kedavra' into a mirror and say goodbye.
Harry sat there, looking into their eyes until they slowly backed away from the door. What was going ON
in this house??!