Authors Note: Sorry for the confusion...the chapter ended suddenly. I can
blame the website for this mistake...there has been an ending that is VERY
IMPORTANT TO READ!!!!! Please read the end of chapter two before continuing
with the story...it'll be a bit confusing if you don't. OH, and another
thing, this note is for my confused readers and reviewers: I know what I'm
doing ^-^. Trust me...everything I write is for a reason...that will be
revealed later in the story...isn't fan fiction obnoxious? ^-^.
Disclaimer: The only character that I own in this story is Zeus...and I own
Milo Ventimiglia. *Person sitting next to her whispers in her ear* What?!
He's not IN THIS STORY?! Well...I still own him ANYWAY!!
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Harry walked downstairs to find himself greeted with a smile by the Weasley family. Well...just the honorary Weasleys that had been adopted for the summer smiled at him...and Ginny. His heart skipped a beat when she smiled at him and he stared adoringly at her until he was interrupted by a deep male voice. "Hey Potter, why don't you take a picture? It would last longer!" George snarled while spewing large amounts of scrambled egg over everyone within two seats of him. Harry sat down quickly and was served by Ginny with a smile as Hermione looked across the table curiously.
"Later..." Harry signaled her with the language that the two had developed for purposes such as these. Not even Ron could tell what their secret hand signals and whispers meant. She looked knowingly at Ginny and smiled in her direction as they both finished their meals, Harry only drinking a glass of pumpkin juice. She left the table first, and when Harry left five minutes later, so as not to attract attention, he found her in Ron's room looking through a book as thick as a high heeled shoe. Her attention diverted quickly to the figure walking into the room and she smiled teasingly as she set the book down.
"You and GINNY!!!!!" she squealed for a moment. "That is just about the sweetest thing ever...have you bought her roses, no...you'll want to enchant some to sparkle like the night sky. OH! And for your first date you'll need to use the spell I just found about how to—"
"HERMIONE!" Harry said forcefully, as though he was afraid of the consequences of both his and Ginny's names being mentioned in the same sentence.
"WHAT?" she looked aggravated that she had been interrupted right before a lecture about the newest spell she'd learned.
"The Weasleys can't know..."
"Harry, what are you talking about...don't be ridiculous! They—"
"I've already been threatened twice. Actually, three times. And Mr. Weasley was hinting at the table for supper two nights ago that he didn't want me seeing Ginny. But the truth is, I've been seeing her since the last month of school. And we really, well..." he gulped and looked down as though ashamed, "We're kind of...in love."
Hermione squealed and threw her arms around Harry, "That's so great Harry! I've always hoped that you two would get together. But...what are you going to do?"
"Well...we're back at school in two days. And tomorrow should be okay, everyone will leave us alone to do our shopping in Diagon Alley. But, I'm afraid of when it gets around school...and to Ron."
"So, all we need to do is keep it secret and not let it get to Ron or the Weasley family while still maintaining a relationship? Simple." Hermione sighed simply, "All that Ron needs is a distraction. Who does he like anyway? He wouldn't tell me when I asked him about it."
Harry grinned, knowing that Ron had a terrible crush on Hermione, one that had stayed with him since his third year. He would be horrified if she ever found out, but Harry was debating what to do with this startling, almost easy way to get Hermione to fulfill his dreams. "Well..." Harry said hesitantly, "I really don't know. The last girl he liked was that Pansy Par—"
Hermione looked at him furiously. "That SLUT?! He likes the school SLUT? I cannot believe that he would do something so stupid and utterly insane. Harry—I know exactly who I'm going to get to distract him. EXACTLY!"
"Oh Hermione, and who would that unfortunate girl be?"
She looked at him with slit eyes, "Leave that up to ME, okay!?!" she squealed and left the room, slamming the door behind her in anger. He heard her mutter quietly, "I'll show HIM what love is. Maybe if I treat him right he'll stop falling in love with nonsense bloody little—UGHS!!!"
Harry smiled at his ingenious plan and realized that Ron would be MIGHTY confused by the time Diagon Alley rolled around tomorrow. He couldn't wait to see his reaction when Hermione finally noticed him as a guy for the first time. Yes, that would be one interesting day...
Harry felt chills spread over his body and he turned around slowly, suddenly very afraid of what he'd find behind him. He rolled his eyes when he saw Zeus, "Why did you touch me? You know that it's an awful feeling for me."
"Sorry," Zeus grinned, "Practical jokes don't mean as much to you as they do to my younger brothers," he sighed loudly, "I taught them everything that they know...and more." He smiled at himself and let out a quick burst of laughter.
"Wait...so, how old are—never mind...when was your death day?" Harry asked with as much sympathy as he could muster from within.
Zeus rolled his eyes, "Must all living ones ask such questions? Atleast you know the proper term for it. But, my death day was the day of Ron's third birthday. He probably only remembers me because he dreams about me." Zeus grinned happily, "Well...I MAKE him dream about me." Seeing Harry's confused expression, Zeus carefully explained, "Those of us who are ghosts are allowed to speak to one member of our living family...the friends and family that knew us when we were alive. Naturally, I chose Ron...being the second youngest, he knew me the least of anyone. So, I've been appearing to him in dreams ever since my death day. And he's readily accepted my presence. But now, Mr. Potter...I need to speak with you about what may be occurring in my family."
"THANK YOU!" Harry muttered, "Finally someone notices their odd behavior."
"It is odd because of your status. You see, you have been touched by an evil wizard...the same evil wizard who cursed my family. Not with the curse of physical torture or death...but one that would torture their minds. One that Ginny doesn't know about. Harry—when she finds her true love, he will put her in danger that couldn't rival any war that ever was fought. He will have to fight for her, against a fully powerful Voldemort. And if her love does not defeat Voldemort... she will be turned into a witch evil enough to rival the powers of Voldemort himself. She is prophesied to then join Voldemort, and take over the world...until she kills her true love and his love for her, the curse will not be taken off of her. My family can only assume that you are one that Voldemort wants dead more than anyone else, the one that he wants to torture more than anyone else in the whole world. He cannot kill you himself...he will never be powerful enough. Only love can truly kill the great Harry Potter."
Harry stared at him with an open mouth. "You can't be serious," he muttered, "You have to be lying...that wouldn't happen. NO!" he slammed his fist against a wall, "It isn't true! It can't be true..." he slumped down onto his cot. "Then I will never put her in obvious danger!"
Zeus chuckled worriedly, "Harry, you won't think anything of the danger when you first see it...and if you do, Ginny will encourage you to fight it."
"No," Harry whispered, "She wouldn't." Harry heard a clomping noise on the stairs, "Zeus...why haven't I heard about you before from the Weasleys?" he said quickly as Ron burst into his room. "HARRY!" he said excitedly, "You'll never guess what happened!?"
"What?" Harry murmured with no detectable excitement in his voice.
"Mum said that we can go ahead of the others to Diagon Alley early. You, me, Hermione, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan! She's letting us stay in the Inn there! For a whole two days before school Harry! It's complete independence in Diagon Alley! Isn't that GREAT?!"
"Yeah..." Harry murmured, "Great...wait, what about Ginny?"
Ron looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you care about what Ginny's doing?"
"I don't," Harry quickly mumbled, "I just thought I didn't want to hear her moaning all day about not being able to come."
"Oh!" immediately Ron's spirits were lifted, "Well mate, best not worry about that. Why don't we pack?"
"Sure..." Harry responded quietly. He began to pack up his things and get ready to go early.
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Harry walked downstairs to find himself greeted with a smile by the Weasley family. Well...just the honorary Weasleys that had been adopted for the summer smiled at him...and Ginny. His heart skipped a beat when she smiled at him and he stared adoringly at her until he was interrupted by a deep male voice. "Hey Potter, why don't you take a picture? It would last longer!" George snarled while spewing large amounts of scrambled egg over everyone within two seats of him. Harry sat down quickly and was served by Ginny with a smile as Hermione looked across the table curiously.
"Later..." Harry signaled her with the language that the two had developed for purposes such as these. Not even Ron could tell what their secret hand signals and whispers meant. She looked knowingly at Ginny and smiled in her direction as they both finished their meals, Harry only drinking a glass of pumpkin juice. She left the table first, and when Harry left five minutes later, so as not to attract attention, he found her in Ron's room looking through a book as thick as a high heeled shoe. Her attention diverted quickly to the figure walking into the room and she smiled teasingly as she set the book down.
"You and GINNY!!!!!" she squealed for a moment. "That is just about the sweetest thing ever...have you bought her roses, no...you'll want to enchant some to sparkle like the night sky. OH! And for your first date you'll need to use the spell I just found about how to—"
"HERMIONE!" Harry said forcefully, as though he was afraid of the consequences of both his and Ginny's names being mentioned in the same sentence.
"WHAT?" she looked aggravated that she had been interrupted right before a lecture about the newest spell she'd learned.
"The Weasleys can't know..."
"Harry, what are you talking about...don't be ridiculous! They—"
"I've already been threatened twice. Actually, three times. And Mr. Weasley was hinting at the table for supper two nights ago that he didn't want me seeing Ginny. But the truth is, I've been seeing her since the last month of school. And we really, well..." he gulped and looked down as though ashamed, "We're kind of...in love."
Hermione squealed and threw her arms around Harry, "That's so great Harry! I've always hoped that you two would get together. But...what are you going to do?"
"Well...we're back at school in two days. And tomorrow should be okay, everyone will leave us alone to do our shopping in Diagon Alley. But, I'm afraid of when it gets around school...and to Ron."
"So, all we need to do is keep it secret and not let it get to Ron or the Weasley family while still maintaining a relationship? Simple." Hermione sighed simply, "All that Ron needs is a distraction. Who does he like anyway? He wouldn't tell me when I asked him about it."
Harry grinned, knowing that Ron had a terrible crush on Hermione, one that had stayed with him since his third year. He would be horrified if she ever found out, but Harry was debating what to do with this startling, almost easy way to get Hermione to fulfill his dreams. "Well..." Harry said hesitantly, "I really don't know. The last girl he liked was that Pansy Par—"
Hermione looked at him furiously. "That SLUT?! He likes the school SLUT? I cannot believe that he would do something so stupid and utterly insane. Harry—I know exactly who I'm going to get to distract him. EXACTLY!"
"Oh Hermione, and who would that unfortunate girl be?"
She looked at him with slit eyes, "Leave that up to ME, okay!?!" she squealed and left the room, slamming the door behind her in anger. He heard her mutter quietly, "I'll show HIM what love is. Maybe if I treat him right he'll stop falling in love with nonsense bloody little—UGHS!!!"
Harry smiled at his ingenious plan and realized that Ron would be MIGHTY confused by the time Diagon Alley rolled around tomorrow. He couldn't wait to see his reaction when Hermione finally noticed him as a guy for the first time. Yes, that would be one interesting day...
Harry felt chills spread over his body and he turned around slowly, suddenly very afraid of what he'd find behind him. He rolled his eyes when he saw Zeus, "Why did you touch me? You know that it's an awful feeling for me."
"Sorry," Zeus grinned, "Practical jokes don't mean as much to you as they do to my younger brothers," he sighed loudly, "I taught them everything that they know...and more." He smiled at himself and let out a quick burst of laughter.
"Wait...so, how old are—never mind...when was your death day?" Harry asked with as much sympathy as he could muster from within.
Zeus rolled his eyes, "Must all living ones ask such questions? Atleast you know the proper term for it. But, my death day was the day of Ron's third birthday. He probably only remembers me because he dreams about me." Zeus grinned happily, "Well...I MAKE him dream about me." Seeing Harry's confused expression, Zeus carefully explained, "Those of us who are ghosts are allowed to speak to one member of our living family...the friends and family that knew us when we were alive. Naturally, I chose Ron...being the second youngest, he knew me the least of anyone. So, I've been appearing to him in dreams ever since my death day. And he's readily accepted my presence. But now, Mr. Potter...I need to speak with you about what may be occurring in my family."
"THANK YOU!" Harry muttered, "Finally someone notices their odd behavior."
"It is odd because of your status. You see, you have been touched by an evil wizard...the same evil wizard who cursed my family. Not with the curse of physical torture or death...but one that would torture their minds. One that Ginny doesn't know about. Harry—when she finds her true love, he will put her in danger that couldn't rival any war that ever was fought. He will have to fight for her, against a fully powerful Voldemort. And if her love does not defeat Voldemort... she will be turned into a witch evil enough to rival the powers of Voldemort himself. She is prophesied to then join Voldemort, and take over the world...until she kills her true love and his love for her, the curse will not be taken off of her. My family can only assume that you are one that Voldemort wants dead more than anyone else, the one that he wants to torture more than anyone else in the whole world. He cannot kill you himself...he will never be powerful enough. Only love can truly kill the great Harry Potter."
Harry stared at him with an open mouth. "You can't be serious," he muttered, "You have to be lying...that wouldn't happen. NO!" he slammed his fist against a wall, "It isn't true! It can't be true..." he slumped down onto his cot. "Then I will never put her in obvious danger!"
Zeus chuckled worriedly, "Harry, you won't think anything of the danger when you first see it...and if you do, Ginny will encourage you to fight it."
"No," Harry whispered, "She wouldn't." Harry heard a clomping noise on the stairs, "Zeus...why haven't I heard about you before from the Weasleys?" he said quickly as Ron burst into his room. "HARRY!" he said excitedly, "You'll never guess what happened!?"
"What?" Harry murmured with no detectable excitement in his voice.
"Mum said that we can go ahead of the others to Diagon Alley early. You, me, Hermione, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan! She's letting us stay in the Inn there! For a whole two days before school Harry! It's complete independence in Diagon Alley! Isn't that GREAT?!"
"Yeah..." Harry murmured, "Great...wait, what about Ginny?"
Ron looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you care about what Ginny's doing?"
"I don't," Harry quickly mumbled, "I just thought I didn't want to hear her moaning all day about not being able to come."
"Oh!" immediately Ron's spirits were lifted, "Well mate, best not worry about that. Why don't we pack?"
"Sure..." Harry responded quietly. He began to pack up his things and get ready to go early.