Chapter 4
Top Ten Moments; 10 - 6
Moment (10) Ten
When Harry woke the next morning, the first thought that was clear enough for him to understand was about the sword. Perhaps because it was his last thought before he fell asleep. Or, maybe it had been in his dreams. It was possible that he had just trained his mind to focus on the important that quickly.
Nevertheless, he jumped out of bed, leaving Sally asleep where she was. Pulling on some clothing, he glanced and the clock and breathed a sigh of relief. It was about time for Mr. Weasley to get up and start preparing for work. He knew that Ginny tended to sleep in, but Mrs. Weasley would be awake with her husband, even if she would fall asleep as soon as he left.
Running a hand through his hair, he walked out of the room and closed the door softly behind him. He glanced at Ginny's bedroom door, only to find that she stood in the doorway.
Ginny stood with one hand bracing her on the door frame. She was in a white night gown that reached her knees. Her long red hair was un-brushed, and for once, not up in a ponytail. It reached halfway between her shoulders and elbows. Her eyes held the dark rings of just waking, that would probably disappear with some cold water. She squinted and blinked at Harry, before yawning into her hand.
"I hate mornings," she muttered, turning and heading down the stairs with eyes only half open. She didn't really seem aware of the state of her unkempt appearance, otherwise it might have bothered her to look so in front of Harry. He found it rather amusing, and in a way very cute.
"You could have slept in," Harry said as he followed her down the stairs.
"Shopping. More then enough reason to get up."
When they reached the kitchen Harry headed for the stove and Ginny headed for the table. In ten minutes time Harry had breakfast almost ready and Ginny had fallen back asleep, her forehead pressed against the surface of the table.
Mr. Weasley emerged from the room he shared with his wife dressed for work. He started when he saw Harry placing breakfast on the table, then smiled slightly.
"I can't tell you how grateful I am. She's already awake and ravenous, and I don't know how to crack an egg, let alone cook it."
Harry smiled at the compliment, and finished loading the tray he was taking in to Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley shook his daughter's shoulder to wake her again. She blinked dazedly at him, then smiled. "Right, shopping."
Mr. Weasley frowned. "You two be careful today. Don't talk to strangers, or people you know if you can help it. Try to blend in." He glanced pointedly at Harry, who flattened his bangs and smiled reassuringly at Mr. Weasley.
"Don't forget my books, Daddy," Ginny muttered, already starting to fade towards sleep again.
Harry looked up for a moment. "Mr. Weasley?"
"Yes Harry?"
"While you're getting those books for Ginny, would it be too much trouble to pick up one for me?"
"No, of course not! What about?"
"Healing Stones," Harry answered, looking away from Mr. Weasley and back to what he was doing. "Another book sparked my interest." It wasn't a lie. He hated to lie, especially to people that he loved.
"That shouldn't be a problem."
In the next twenty minutes, Mr. Weasley had left for work, Mrs. Weasley had eaten and fallen back asleep, Ginny had fallen asleep, and then woke back up. She and Harry were cleaning when Harry pointedly cleared his throat.
Ginny turned to look at him. "I read something last night, about my sword."
"What about it?"
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, and with a red glow the sword appeared in front of him. He pulled it out of its sheath and showed her the large stone on the back of the hilt. "It's very pretty, but I highly doubt that's why you're showing it to me."
"It's a Healing Stone. I've tested it. It works."
Ginny gasped, then reached out to touch the stone. It felt oddly warm to the touch. "They are very rare. Rarer then rare. There is no other in existence."
"I know. I just want to know, if maybe it could heal my back. I know it sounds stupid, but I'm just tired of the pain."
"Oh, Harry that's not stupid! But you can't do it yourself, is that it? Well give me that scary piece of metal and take off your shirt."
Harry did as she asked, handing the sword to her and then carefully pulling his shirt up over his head. Ginny hissed in sympathy at seeing the wounds. She laid a hand on his shoulder, where he was not cut. "Oh, Harry, this is just starting to heal. I thought it would be a lot better by now." Harry didn't respond. He was trying to deal with her hand resting on his bare shoulder. "Now what do I do with it?" she asked.
"Just tap it to the cut, a guess. That's all I did last night."
Being careful not to cut him again or cut herself with the blade, she pulled up the sword and tapped the stone quickly to one of his cuts.
Harry shouted out in surprise as a burning sensation traveled up one of the lacerations on his back. Ginny watched as it glowed gold, and appeared to be mending, but the light dissipated, leaving his back exactly as it had been.
Harry moaned, the added burning to the already present pain was almost more then he could take. He bent over double, trying not to cry out.
"Oh, Harry, it didn't work. It's the poison. It might not work on poison." She moved around in front of him. His breathing was stuttered and his eyes clenched. Ginny didn't know what to do, but pull him into a hug, carefully avoiding hurting him further.
She held him until his breathing returned to normal and he relaxed in her arms. Then she helped him to stand again, holding his shoulders, and looked up at him. "You're so strong," she said, her voice cracking. She was crying for him.
Harry shook his head, wiping her tear away. "I have you to lean on." They stood there staring at each other for a moment, and then at the same time they remembered that he was shirtless, and she was still holding on to him. Both flushing red, they stepped apart and turned their backs so the other wouldn't see their red face.
"Um, we should get ready to go."
"Yeah."
Moment (9) Nine
'This is definitely not my favorite way to travel,' Harry thought as he sped through the floo channels. His first experience had inspired a hate for it, but he kept his complaints to himself for now.
Ginny would follow him. He threw his hands out to brace himself, his glasses tucked carefully away in his pocket. When he landed, he was glad to see that this fire place was much cleaner then most, and he wasn't covered in too much soot. He put back on his glasses and waited for Ginny.
She landed with a thud, falling back onto her bottom. She glared at the hard stone floor as if it had been there simply to spite her. Grinning, Harry offered his hand to help her up. She transferred her glare from the floor to him, but took his hand anyway, muttering about boys and floors.
Once she had recovered, her smile returned and excitement shown in her eyes. "I am in Diagon Alley, without my mother or my brothers. Freedom at last."
Harry smiled. "Not so fast, little one. I'm here to protect you from the big bad guys, remember?"
"Oh, now don't you mother-hen me. I get enough of it. You try being the youngest of seven and see how much freedom you get. Especially since I'm the only girl."
"Where do you want to go first?"
Ginny shrugged. "I dunno, let's just walk around for a while. I know where we have to go, but once we buy that stuff, we have to go home, cause a lot of it needs to stay cold. So we'll go there last."
"Fine by me."
They walked around together for quite some time. Sally had opted to stay at home, as they were trying to avoid attention, and she wouldn't help. Harry tried to ignore the way people looked at them and then smiled as if they knew something.
"Oh, Harry, look." Ginny grabbed his hand an dragged him over to a shop window. It apparently sold dresses, and one in the window had caught Ginny's eye. It hung on a mannequin that spun around magically in the window. The dress was full length, and black as night.
It was off the shoulders, and therefore it came down rather low in the front. But it ruffled slightly in the front and the top of the sleeves, which added a little more coverage. The sleeves themselves were sheer and tight to the skin until they reached the mid point between the elbow and wrist. Then they flared and became loose. The midriff was also sheer from just bellow the bust to low on the waist where golden studs made a V on the front and then again on the back.
The golden Vs joined the sheer midsection to the opaque skirt. It hugged the hips at first, but then at mid thigh it split on both sides, the edges trimmed in gold, showing a large amount of leg. A golden tan stocking covered the legs, before ending in a pair of back shoes. The outfit was completed by gold jewelry. It was elegant in every way, and Ginny had use a lot of self control to keep herself from pressing her nose against the glass window.
"Want to go in?" Harry asked.
Ginny jerked around to look at him. "I couldn't go in there. I couldn't afford that dress in a million years."
Harry shrugged. "So? They don't know that, and it's not going to keep you from trying it on if you want to see how it looks."
Ginny bit her lip, and looked back at the dress. "Alright, let's go."
Harry smiled and opened the door for her. A bell tinkled and immediately a woman entered from a back room. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of them, and Ginny felt immediately intimidated.
"May I help you?" the woman asked, scorn obvious in her voice.
"I- uh," Ginny stuttered.
"She'd like to try on the dress in the window. The black one." Harry said coming up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. His eyes flashed dangerously at the woman, and hers widened in surprise.
"Oh, surly not that dress. It's much too-"
"Yes, that dress," Harry interrupted.
Ginny couldn't help but smile. "Harry," she whispered. "Calm down."
The woman caught the name, and took a closer look at Harry, then started. "Right, yes, the black one. I'll be right back with it." She turned and almost ran into the back room.
Ginny giggled. "She recognized you."
Harry shrugged, but couldn't help but smile when Ginny giggled. "You want to try it on, then you'll get to try it on."
When the woman came back, she led Ginny to a changing room and Harry sat down to wait in a chair. Several minutes later, the door cracked open and Harry looked up. "Promise not to laugh?"
"Promise," Harry answered. Ginny opened the door, and Harry felt the color drain from his face. She looked, amazing. The dress fit perfectly, right down to the length of the arms. She had taken her hair down, and it contrasted the black. The necklace she never took off, was the perfect color gold to accent the trimming on the dress.
She looked at the floor, a blush creeping into her cheeks. She spun around slowly, then dared to look up at him. Harry couldn't help but stare. "How does it look?" she asked.
"Great," Harry answered, though his voice broke. "It looks real good." He mentally cursed himself as soon as the words left his mouth, but they seemed to make Ginny happy. She walked over to the mirror and examined it from all angles.
"It's a little lose up top, but that's my fault, not the dress. Otherwise, I like it really." Harry saw no such problem, but he didn't trust his voice to comment further.
Ginny stood looking at the dress for a few moments, then sighed. "We have a lot to do. I should change again."
She walked back into the changing room, then a moment later walked back out, still in the dress.
"Can you help me? I can't get the zipper in the back."
Harry stood, and wondered suddenly why everybody wasn't holding their ears against the sound of his heart beat. He walked slowly over to her, hoping he wouldn't pass out from lack of blood going to his brain.
He pulled the zipper with closed eyes, and Ginny watching him in the mirror giggled but didn't comment. She disappeared into the changing room again.
Moment (8) Eight
Harry lay in bed, once again unable to fall asleep. Here, it seemed to happen all the time. One benefit he could give the Dursleys, he could always sleep soundly. Maybe that had something to do with the protections on the household? Or maybe it was just a lack of a certain red head keeping his thoughts too busy to seek the shelter of the dream world.
He had left his door open, and if he looked out, he could see Ginny's door open too, even though he couldn't see in the room. Sally was asleep, Hedwig too. Presumably, Ginny and her parents were also sleeping. Harry was the only one still awake, and he was fighting an internal battle. Had this struggle taken place physically, his conscious would have beaten him to a bloody pulp by now.
As he laid there on his stomach staring at his pillow, his conscious tried one last attempt at keeping his sorry ass where it was. 'What if she wakes up? What are you going to do then Harry? "Uh, hi. Sorry Rose, but I just love to watch you sleep so I was just coming in to stand here and look at you, hope you don't mind." Yeah, that'll go over real well.'
His best reason yet, and he was still losing to himself.
He wanted to turn over onto his back, but he knew it would hurt. The cuts itched now, because it was starting to heal. That wasn't helping him fall asleep, and it was driving him slowly crazy. He couldn't reach back to scratch it.
While his conscious moaned in desperation, he sat up slowly. He knew he had to be very quiet. If Sally woke up and found out what he was doing, he would never hear the end of it. Or worse, if Ginny woke up and found out what he was doing, she'd probably kill him on general principle. Even worse yet, if one of her parents woke up and found out what he was doing, he'd die of shame.
He reached the hallway, and took a silent deep breath. He was halfway there. The halls were dim, lit only with the moonlight that filtered in thought the half closed curtains. It made faint shadows flickered when the summer breeze stirred the curtains. The wood floor threatened to creek and give him away, and he pleaded with it to be still. He walked, or rather tiptoed towards Ginny's half open door. He carefully looked around the edge, then had to stifle a gasp. He jerked back, hiding his frame from the bed behind the door. She wasn't asleep. She was still awake.
Even slower then before, for now there was yet another reason for extra caution, he peeked around the edge of the door. She was lying face down in bed, but not asleep as he had hoped. She had propped herself up with her pillows, and had a small candle lit one the head of the bed. It took Harry a moment to figure out what she was doing. At first he thought she was reading, but she was writing.
'I wonder what?' he thought to himself. She paused for a moment, looked up from her work to stair at the wall, chewing on the end of her quill. Then she smiled suddenly, and bent over her writing again. 'Her diary,' he concluded.
He wondered for a moment just what she was writing in there. It had to be about him, he was the only person she saw most of the day. 'If only-' His conscious squashed that thought before it even had a chance to finish forming, and he flooded with self hate for a moment for it even occurring to him.
Very angry at himself, he turned slowly, and made his way silently back to his room. He threw himself back in his bed, on his back, and the pain made him gasp involuntarily. He didn't move though, he deserved it.
It was surprising how easily sleep came after that.
When he woke the next morning, it was before everybody else as usual. This was the rhythm of the household now. It didn't matter that he had stayed up to at least three, and it was only about six. He'd lived on less sleep.
But he knew that Ginny would not be up with him this morning. She needed seven hours of sleep, which he knew by watching her the past few days. She would be up around ten or eleven. Mr. Weasley left for work, Mrs. Weasley went back to sleep around eight, and Harry was left on his own.
For the next two hours, to keep his mind from straying to topics he'd rather it not seek, he started to read the book on Healing Stones that Mr. Weasley had brought him. What he found out was that he and Ginny were correct, the stone didn't work on poison, external or internal or illness. Only on cuts and busies.
The book was doing a wonderful job of keeping his mind busy, so good that a knock sounded at the door he didn't hear. When the visitor pounded again, harder, he jumped out of his seat. He ran to the door and opened it, only to meet Charlie's smiling face.
"Hello Harry, well isn't this a change of places. I'm the guest and you're the host."
Harry smiled slightly, moving to let Charlie in, Sandy behind him. "How was France?"
"Wonderful," Sandy replied with a smile.
"Where is everybody?"
"Your dad's at work, your mom is asleep, though she is due to wake up in two hours, and Rose is sleeping, she was up late." Charlie nodded, as if he was used to that.
The three sat down in the living room. They talked about Quidditch for a while, and about the Gryffindor team. "You're captain. Do you think you'll be able to play?"
The idea hadn't really occurred to Harry. "I would think so. I mean, I played in the last game of the year. By November I should be good to go. That's not what I'm worried about. Next year, we lose every member of our team except for Rose and I. I won't be able to get half a team together and working well in two months. One or two members isn't hard, but five it too much. So we decided I would start training replacements this year. I can't guarantee them places next year, but hopefully at least four out of the five that I'm training will make it. That would be enough. The thing is, with that, on top of team practices, on top of real practices, on top of school, on top of new classes after Christmas, on top of," he blushed slightly, "other things. I don't know how I'm going to get it all done."
"Me of coarse," came a sleepy reply. They turned to see Ginny.
"Hey sleepy head. Harry told me you were up late again. You know mom said you have to stop doing that."
Ginny grinned sheepishly then blinked. "How did you know I was up late, Harry?"
Harry felt his entire body heat in a blush, as Charlie turned raised eyebrows on him. He hope whatever he managed to stutter was an acceptable excuse.
Moment (7) Seven
It was late afternoon. Mrs. Weasley had actually been able to stay up for a couple of hours, and she and Ginny had spent those hours teaching Harry how to play a new card game. But she had gone back to sleep now, and there was a few hours before Mr. Weasley was supposed to be home, because he was going to talk to the Ministry investigators again.
So far, nobody had found out anything about the attackers. Mrs. Weasley only remembered that he had been cloaked and hooded. She remembered only one, however the ministry was convinced that there had to be more for them to get past the protections already on the ministry.
In any case, Harry wasn't holding his breath on them finding out anything the least bit useful.
He and Ginny sat in the family room, neither one talking. Ginny was reading, Harry was attempting to write to the Catapults. They wanted to know how is back was doing. He told them the absolute truth, he knew better then to lie to Tiffany.
. Ginny had started on one of her Parselmouth books. She seemed very intent on it, though it looked rather boring to Harry.
"Harry, listen to this!" Harry and Sally turned to look at Ginny and listened to what she read with their mouths slowly falling open.
"Not many people have ever been gifted with the speech of snakes. Where the gift originated from is unclear. Some say that it stemmed off the ancient gift to converse with all animals, but we have very little information on what this gift actually was. Some say that it was a familiar bond between a snake and a person that was so strong that not only did the person understand his familiar, but he could speak the snakes' language, and then was able to pass this gift to his children. Other's believe that it is a gift all on it's own.
What we do have record of is it is hereditary, and every offspring will hold the potential for the gift, even if they can't use it. Which means that they could pass it to their children even if they didn't have it themselves. How long this gift can lie hidden in a blood line is unknown, because it is so rare, and opportunities to study it are so few.
Records from before when the gift was more common do tell us some things though. The longer a person gifted with Parseltongue converses with a single snake, the more less that snake is going to be a snake. The animal will never lose it's shape, but rather it's nature. It will quickly become familiar with humans and human behavior, while as a snake, it knew very little of humans besides they were bigger. This change will happen rapidly, within the first few minutes of speaking to a snake.
The other changes will occur more slowly, probably over a period of years. The snake may slowly become able to make connections between English words and words of their own language. This is very true if a familiar bond is involved, because the snake will understand the person to some extent no matter what language they speak.
The next thing is habits of a snake like hibernating and being cold blooded will start to fade. The other effect, we don't really understand, but Natain Y. Uneil, one of the more recent Parselmouths in history, wrote this in his journal about his snake Lisial.
'Her speech is becoming more human. She pronounces much better now. The change was so slow that I did not take heed at first.' This makes no sense, because snakes are not physically able to speak. The hissing sound they make comes from the vibration of their tongue, not a vocal box. They don't have one, and it is therefore not possible for them to have a 'voice' unless a part of the gift is to hear what isn't really there.
The reason we believe that being a Parselmouth is it's own gift entirely is because this loss if nature does not happen to those gifted to conversing with animals. In fact, only the opposite has been known to occur, and even that is rare. The person will become more animal then human." Ginny stopped and looked up.
Harry was staring blankly at a wall, and Sally was thinking. "I can't remember," she said.
"Remember what?"
"What being a ssnake wass like before Harry came along. Maybe that iss another effect of hiss gift. Not that I mind. Thiss hass to be much more interessting then whatever I wass doing before."
"It's right though," Harry said. "You become more like a person and less like a snake every day. I never noticed, you were always just Sally."
"I'll take that ass a compliment."
"It says that it is a hereditary gift. Do you think my children will have it?"
"No," Sally answered immediately. "You don't have the gift to passss."
Ginny looked puzzled. "What do you mean I don't have the gift to pass? You said that Tom left the gift in me, if only part of it."
"Yeah, well, I lied."
Harry and Ginny stared at Sally. She shrugged, if a snake could be said to shrug. "Well, I did. The reasson you can undersstand me iss becausse that day the bond got sstronger. You undersstand me becausse Harry passsses you half of hiss gift, but sstill keepss the whole thing, if that makess any ssensse. Becausse I'm bonded to both of you, neither bond is sstrong enough to give you the gift, like they ssay is possssible, if it iss. Harry hass the gift, and becausse of the bondss, he can give enough of it to you to undersstand me, and doess it unconscioussly." Some of that was just as untrue as the first lie that Sally had told, but it didn't bother her. They couldn't know the truth yet, and lying never bothered a snake. Not that she made a habit of it.
"Wait, I don't understand," Harry interrupted. "You're saying that Ginny doesn't have the Parseltongue gift at all? That I do, and I pass it to her through the bonds that connect us because of you?"
"Closse enough."
"Why did you lie to us then?" Ginny asked.
"Think back to lasst year a moment. You were having a really bad day, and I hadn't told either of you that I wass your familiar yet. I didn't know the two of you well enough to give much information. I had to watch you two and make sure that you got along. I wouldn't have been fun if you two hated each other and I wass bonded to both of you. Or if you felt you had to be friendss becausse of the bond. Rosse, you needed a real friend at that point. And even if you had became real friendss, you would alwayss think he liked you only becausse of me. Sso, I lied, and now it'ss okay for you to know."
"So my children won't be Parselmouths."
"Oh, it's possible, if you marry a parselmouth."
"But that would mean Voldemort or Harry," Ginny stated as Harry turned red.
"Yeah, and you and Voldie would have ugly kids. Go with Harry."
Moment (6) Six
It was already July. Harry was amazed at how well he had survived under the same roof as Ginny. There was still no progress in the investigation, and even Mr. Weasley had given up hope on them. Mrs. Weasley was recovering as fast as she could be expected to. She was starting to eat a little less, and she was able to stay awake more hours of the day.
Charlie and Sandy visited often. Bill, Lynn and Mary less often, but they still made sure that everybody got to see Mary. Ron wrote every other day, and the twins about once a week. Percy had wrote once or twice, and he was apparently up to his ears in work. Harry couldn't help but wonder how much of that work included a blond named Penelope.
Harry glanced at his watch. It was eleven, that was late enough. Even with the long days of summer, it would be dark enough by now. He stood up and got dressed, and Sally mumbled something inaudible in her sleep. Or rather hissed something. He reached into his trunk, and pulled out a black box. Out of the box he pulled a black velvet bag. He shoved it in his pocket, he wasn't taking any chances of a little lamp light leaking in and killing the seeds.
He crossed the hall to Ginny's room. He knocked lightly and when there was no answer he pushed the door open. She was sprawled out across the bed. To Harry's disappointment, she jerked awake as soon as he walked into the room. It took her a moment to come to her senses, but she blinked at him then sat up and grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry about that. Is it time yet?"
He nodded without responding, then led the way out of the room and down the three flights of stairs. Trying to be quiet as to not wake her parents, they opened the door and slipped outside into the cool summer night.
There as a slight breeze blowing, caused by the dramatic temperature drop between daylight and night. There was no moon, the only light was the stars. Harry was counting on this. It really was the only light. There were no houses close enough to shine with light in a window. Every candle and light was out in their own house. They brought nothing to light their path.
Harry had always had good night vision, and his eyes adjusted quickly. Ginny however, stumbled only three steps away from the door. She grabbed Harry's hand, and his breath caught in his throat. It was amazing how acts like that would have meant nothing to him last year, but now caused his blood to speed and his heart to race.
They reached the middle of the yard, and sat down in front of the hole that they had prepared during daylight.
"Remind me-" Ginny interrupted herself with a yawn. "Why do we have to do this in the middle of the night?" she asked.
"Because Starenergy is exactly what the name says. There is already so much magical energy in this plant, that adding the energy of sun will kill it. Even moonlight, reflected sunlight, is too harsh. But magical energy won't make it sprout. It needs sunlight."
"But you just said sunlight will kill it."
"Right, and it will, but not if you put that sun hundreds of thousands of light-years away."
Ginny stared blankly at him for a moment in the darkness, but then it clicked. "Ah, like stars. They are suns, just really far away. I get it."
Harry reached in his pocket and took out the pouch. He dumped the tiny seeds into the small hole, and started to cover it with fresh soil.
"So, when it grows, what does it do?"
"Once it sprouts, which will happen moments after planting and watering, it will grow leaves and flower, all in under a few hours. That flower, holds all the energy that would go into another group of seeds. The difference is, the flower is edible."
"So giving it to mom will give her a lot of energy?"
"Which is exactly what her body is trying to replace. If it weren't so rare and expensive, the hospital would have given it to her." Harry had bought the seeds while they were in Diagon Alley, and it was expensive, but he didn't mind the slightest.
He patted the earth down then sat back down. As he watched, the plant sent up a tiny stem with two tiny leaves. Ginny settled beside him, and he was glad she couldn't see well in the dark, he was as red as a tomato.
She watched with interest as the plant grew in front of her eyes for a few minutes, then laid her head on Harry's shoulder and went to sleep.
'Why is she always so tired? It's only a little after eleven. She didn't wake up until nine thirty this morning. She shouldn't be so tired. She's staying up working on something. Sneak. Wonder what. Not her diary. Summer days aren't interesting enough to work on from eleven to three in the morning.'
He sat lost in his own thoughts for a long time while Ginny slept. Around one thirty, the flower emerged, and at two it bloomed. It had no scent, which was good because it was supposed to have no taste.
He carefully shook Ginny awake. They pulled the large white flower off of the plant, and left the plant there. It would be dead by tomorrow, sunlight or not.
Back inside, they didn't go back to bed. Instead they went into Mister and Mrs. Weasley's room. They were silent as they passed Mr. Weasley.
"Mum," Ginny whispered. She shook her mother's arm very slightly. Her mother moaned slightly, and Ginny knew she could hear her now. "Just open your mouth mum."
Mrs. Weasley parted her lips, and Ginny took the flower from Harry. She put it in her mother's mouth, then closed it for her. It would supposedly disintegrate as soon as it touched her tongue.
They left the room as silently as they had come, and Harry helped Ginny walk back up the stair. He helped her get back into bed, and she smiled thankfully at him.
"Sunshine and cinnamon," he whispered.
Ginny's eyes popped open in question. Harry had thought she was already asleep. "Remember you said I had a scent? Well, yours, it's sunshine and cinnamon." Harry responded, his face flushing.
"Thank," Ginny muttered, and Harry hoped she would have forgotten the comment by morning.
(A/N: No, she's not dead. She's just being killed by homework. I get home at three, and work till nine some nights. I can't help it. I haven't had time to breath, let alone write. I finished at six today, so I used my three extra hours to do this. And if you were the one that gave me all that shit in my review about how long it takes to write a chapter, and it shouldn't take me a week and how horrible your life is, well shove it up yours and I invite you to stop reading. I am doing the best I can and my real fans know that, I don't need you telling me that I don't do it fast enough for you. If you read my reviews, you'll find the person I'm talking about. She goes on about JV volleyball and blah blah blah. I'll work hard on the next five, I promise. Please be patient. I'm taking three gifted and talented classes, and gym. (We only have four classes a day, but they are an hour and twenty minutes each.) Please review! Thanks for reading, thanks for waiting. -Lily)