A/N: Hey thanks for reviewing! I didn't think anyone would take the time to read it, but I thought hey what the heck why not try, right?
Ummm... first of all you don't have to worry about me abandoning this fic, because I already have the whole thing written and saved on my computer!
Don't ask me to send it to you though cause I have to change certain things.
And second of all this is based on the books, not the movie. Like in the book COS Fawkes saved Harry before Ginny woke up...etc. You get what I mean :)
And third of all I hope you guys like it and keep reviewing! I really enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it! :)
~~Jewels~~
Chapter 2
Voldemort's threat
He sat near the fire. His disfigured face staring into the flames that he pictured Potter burning in.
His slanted black eyes narrowed and he boiled furiously.
So there was a little girl reading his mind. Now that he knew she was there he could read hers.
He knew all her secrets. Knew what she was doing where she was going, how she felt.
That is until she'd steeled herself against him.
No wonder that damnation Potter kept slipping through his grasp!
The little slut was probably divulging all his, secrets and plans.
He'd read her mind and instantly knew why they were linked.
The diary. That damn diary he'd left with his memory. Apparently Potter had defeated everything even the basilisk.
Well, he couldn't let his guard down for even a second or that Weasley would probe into his mind and read his thoughts.
Oh no, he couldn't let that happen. Well he'd have to put Potter aside for a while and kill her.
Oh yes, he'd enjoy watching her die.
How hard could it be to kill an unskilled, lovesick fifteen-year-old girl anyway?
She felt shattered. Her energy completely sapped. It was too hard to open her eyes.
She felt like they were glued shut.
She couldn't move either. She didn't want to move.
She heard Harry's voice and knew she'd have to wake up and tell him what she'd heard.
She had to save Hermione.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Weasley,"
She heard his voice in her head and she clenched her hands into fists and concentrated all the remaining of her energy on pushing him out.
"Well aren't you a strong little one? You can't get rid of me girl, I'm here to repay you back for all the times you've entered my mind."
He said and Ginny almost started crying again.
Then she realized, that two could play at his little game.
Instead of focusing all her energy on pushing him out she concentrated on getting into his.
Blood, horrid laughing, screams. Lily Evans pleading for her son's life. A wand pointing, a green blast that ended her life. A little boy no more than one, causing his downfall...
She felt a blast and was pushed out of his mind.
"You'll not attempt that again you little bitch! Listen to me Weasley, I'll stay out of you're weak-willed mind for now but if you so much as tell anyone about my plans, I'll kill your family off one by one. And you know I can. Especially with all my death-eaters on the loose. You wouldn't want that would you Ginny?"
And with that she felt his dark looming presence leave her mind.
She sighed in relief then remembered the warning Voldemort had dealt her, no not the warning, the threat.
She bit her lower lip nervously. She couldn't tell them about the plans but that didn't mean that she couldn't stop them.
She'd keep Hermione or Ron from entering Diagon alley.
She opened her eyes and noticed that the room was empty. She was in her own room.
She wiped off her forehead and was disgusted to see perspiration running down her face.
She took in a deep soothing breath and cautiously stepped out of bed. She was still expecting to hear his damning voice.
She crept down the stairs to see no on was in the kitchen. After inhaling a gulp of air she went to the sink and poured herself a glass of cold water.
"Ginny?"
She swirled around and her glass smashed to the floor. Her heart was beating a million miles per hour.
It was Harry. He'd frightened her.
His eyes widened at the sight before him. Ginny, usually fiery, smiling and glowing with happiness, was standing before him fragile.
Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes were wide with fear.
Her hair was drenched with sweat and her face was an awful pasty white.
What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she so scared?
"Ha-Harry, you scared me." she stammered her voice quivering as she bent down to pick up the shattered pieces of glass on the floor.
Her hands were shaking convulsively.
He imedieatly rushed forward to help her.
"It's alright Ginny, I've got It," he said and Ginny looked up into his eyes. They were only inches apart.
Their eyes were locked. He was mesmerized by the look in her eyes.
He was shocked to see that if he looked closer, the sparkle that he usually mistook for a glow of happiness was a shadow filled with sadness and doubt.
He knelt in closer. He wanted to kiss that look out of her eyes.
He closed his eyes and could feel her breathing come out in short pants when Hermione burst into the kitchen, oblivious to the kiss they would have shared had she not come in.
"Harry what- Oh Ginny!" she rushed forward and began to help picking up the shards of scattered glass.
"Oh Gin, you look terrible!" Hermione exclaimed eyeing Ginny's shaking hands worriedly.
"Oh jeez Hermione thanks a lot," she said sarcastically a ghost of a smile appearing on her trembling lips.
"Ginny! Dear are you alright?" Miss Weasley exclaimed and rushed over to the trio.
"Oh my," she took her wand out of her pocket and muttered a spell. All the glass instantly disappeared.
"Dear get off the floor, come on into the living room." Miss Weasley said anxiously lifting her shaky daughter up by the arm.
"Mum, I'm fine" she whispered but anyone could tell that it was forced.
Harry stood up and was about to follow them into the living room when Hermione stopped him.
"Harry something is dreadfully wrong with Ginny. I've never seen her more frightened in her entire life," Hermione said wide-eyed anxiousness etched on her face.
Harry nodded. There was something wrong with Ginny and he intended to find out what it was.
That night Harry lay on the mattress in Ron's room and stared at the poster of the Chudley Canons seeker catch the snitch through the darkness.
He could hear Ron's deep snoring somewhere in the dimness of the room.
He supposed he should try and get some sleep they were going to Diagon alley tomorrow to get school supplies and it promised to be long fun-filled day, but he couldn't keep his mind off of Ginny.
When they'd brought her into the living room earlier that day and asked what had happened she'd insisted that it had been nothing but a flu spasm.
Harry hadn't believed her one bit. Although she smiled and persisted he could tell by the way her fists were clenched and her jaw was tightened that something was wrong.
And her eyes had been filled with fear and anxiousness.
He also couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd almost kissed her in the kitchen. He frowned, how could he be such a git! He knew that if he'd kissed her he'd be taking advantage of her.
She was so vulnerable and afraid, and when the hell had this unwanted attraction formed between them? Did he want to get her killed? Did he want to watch her die like he'd watched Sirius die?
He felt the usual pang of guilt course through him and he groaned. He couldn't hurt her. Not her.
The door slowly crept open and Harry sat up hastily.
Hermione walked in clad in her pajamas her eyes were wide and she looked worried.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
"Ginny" she answered and Harry's heart beat against his ribcage.
Hermione proceeded and shook Ron awake.
"Mmmm" an angry Ron mumbled pulling the covers over his head.
"Oh wake up you wanker!" Hermione said and pushed him of the bed.
Ron jumped up in surprise.
"What!" he cried and looked around the room in fear.
"Shhhh!" Hermione hushed and Harry jumped up to stand beside Ron.
Hermione nodded her head indicating she wanted them to follow her.
They followed her to Ginny's room.
Harry's eyes widened at the sight of Ginny. The moonlight poured over her lighting up her sleeping face she was sweating profusely and moaning as if in great pain while thrashing around viciously.
She was sobbing and mumbling incoherent things.
"Bloody hell, what's wrong with her?" Ron muttered and Harry snapped out of his daze.
"She's having a nightmare," he whispered and strode to her bedside.
He sat down beside her and stroked her hair.
She imedieatly calmed down and started breathing normally again.
"How did you do that? I've been trying to calm her for the past hour. She wouldn't wake up." Hermione whispered but Harry wasn't listening.
He was searching her now peaceful face intently.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with my sister?" Ron asked furiously.
"I don't know, but it's serious." Hermione answered sadly.
Ummm... first of all you don't have to worry about me abandoning this fic, because I already have the whole thing written and saved on my computer!
Don't ask me to send it to you though cause I have to change certain things.
And second of all this is based on the books, not the movie. Like in the book COS Fawkes saved Harry before Ginny woke up...etc. You get what I mean :)
And third of all I hope you guys like it and keep reviewing! I really enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it! :)
~~Jewels~~
Chapter 2
Voldemort's threat
He sat near the fire. His disfigured face staring into the flames that he pictured Potter burning in.
His slanted black eyes narrowed and he boiled furiously.
So there was a little girl reading his mind. Now that he knew she was there he could read hers.
He knew all her secrets. Knew what she was doing where she was going, how she felt.
That is until she'd steeled herself against him.
No wonder that damnation Potter kept slipping through his grasp!
The little slut was probably divulging all his, secrets and plans.
He'd read her mind and instantly knew why they were linked.
The diary. That damn diary he'd left with his memory. Apparently Potter had defeated everything even the basilisk.
Well, he couldn't let his guard down for even a second or that Weasley would probe into his mind and read his thoughts.
Oh no, he couldn't let that happen. Well he'd have to put Potter aside for a while and kill her.
Oh yes, he'd enjoy watching her die.
How hard could it be to kill an unskilled, lovesick fifteen-year-old girl anyway?
She felt shattered. Her energy completely sapped. It was too hard to open her eyes.
She felt like they were glued shut.
She couldn't move either. She didn't want to move.
She heard Harry's voice and knew she'd have to wake up and tell him what she'd heard.
She had to save Hermione.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Weasley,"
She heard his voice in her head and she clenched her hands into fists and concentrated all the remaining of her energy on pushing him out.
"Well aren't you a strong little one? You can't get rid of me girl, I'm here to repay you back for all the times you've entered my mind."
He said and Ginny almost started crying again.
Then she realized, that two could play at his little game.
Instead of focusing all her energy on pushing him out she concentrated on getting into his.
Blood, horrid laughing, screams. Lily Evans pleading for her son's life. A wand pointing, a green blast that ended her life. A little boy no more than one, causing his downfall...
She felt a blast and was pushed out of his mind.
"You'll not attempt that again you little bitch! Listen to me Weasley, I'll stay out of you're weak-willed mind for now but if you so much as tell anyone about my plans, I'll kill your family off one by one. And you know I can. Especially with all my death-eaters on the loose. You wouldn't want that would you Ginny?"
And with that she felt his dark looming presence leave her mind.
She sighed in relief then remembered the warning Voldemort had dealt her, no not the warning, the threat.
She bit her lower lip nervously. She couldn't tell them about the plans but that didn't mean that she couldn't stop them.
She'd keep Hermione or Ron from entering Diagon alley.
She opened her eyes and noticed that the room was empty. She was in her own room.
She wiped off her forehead and was disgusted to see perspiration running down her face.
She took in a deep soothing breath and cautiously stepped out of bed. She was still expecting to hear his damning voice.
She crept down the stairs to see no on was in the kitchen. After inhaling a gulp of air she went to the sink and poured herself a glass of cold water.
"Ginny?"
She swirled around and her glass smashed to the floor. Her heart was beating a million miles per hour.
It was Harry. He'd frightened her.
His eyes widened at the sight before him. Ginny, usually fiery, smiling and glowing with happiness, was standing before him fragile.
Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes were wide with fear.
Her hair was drenched with sweat and her face was an awful pasty white.
What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she so scared?
"Ha-Harry, you scared me." she stammered her voice quivering as she bent down to pick up the shattered pieces of glass on the floor.
Her hands were shaking convulsively.
He imedieatly rushed forward to help her.
"It's alright Ginny, I've got It," he said and Ginny looked up into his eyes. They were only inches apart.
Their eyes were locked. He was mesmerized by the look in her eyes.
He was shocked to see that if he looked closer, the sparkle that he usually mistook for a glow of happiness was a shadow filled with sadness and doubt.
He knelt in closer. He wanted to kiss that look out of her eyes.
He closed his eyes and could feel her breathing come out in short pants when Hermione burst into the kitchen, oblivious to the kiss they would have shared had she not come in.
"Harry what- Oh Ginny!" she rushed forward and began to help picking up the shards of scattered glass.
"Oh Gin, you look terrible!" Hermione exclaimed eyeing Ginny's shaking hands worriedly.
"Oh jeez Hermione thanks a lot," she said sarcastically a ghost of a smile appearing on her trembling lips.
"Ginny! Dear are you alright?" Miss Weasley exclaimed and rushed over to the trio.
"Oh my," she took her wand out of her pocket and muttered a spell. All the glass instantly disappeared.
"Dear get off the floor, come on into the living room." Miss Weasley said anxiously lifting her shaky daughter up by the arm.
"Mum, I'm fine" she whispered but anyone could tell that it was forced.
Harry stood up and was about to follow them into the living room when Hermione stopped him.
"Harry something is dreadfully wrong with Ginny. I've never seen her more frightened in her entire life," Hermione said wide-eyed anxiousness etched on her face.
Harry nodded. There was something wrong with Ginny and he intended to find out what it was.
That night Harry lay on the mattress in Ron's room and stared at the poster of the Chudley Canons seeker catch the snitch through the darkness.
He could hear Ron's deep snoring somewhere in the dimness of the room.
He supposed he should try and get some sleep they were going to Diagon alley tomorrow to get school supplies and it promised to be long fun-filled day, but he couldn't keep his mind off of Ginny.
When they'd brought her into the living room earlier that day and asked what had happened she'd insisted that it had been nothing but a flu spasm.
Harry hadn't believed her one bit. Although she smiled and persisted he could tell by the way her fists were clenched and her jaw was tightened that something was wrong.
And her eyes had been filled with fear and anxiousness.
He also couldn't stop thinking about the way he'd almost kissed her in the kitchen. He frowned, how could he be such a git! He knew that if he'd kissed her he'd be taking advantage of her.
She was so vulnerable and afraid, and when the hell had this unwanted attraction formed between them? Did he want to get her killed? Did he want to watch her die like he'd watched Sirius die?
He felt the usual pang of guilt course through him and he groaned. He couldn't hurt her. Not her.
The door slowly crept open and Harry sat up hastily.
Hermione walked in clad in her pajamas her eyes were wide and she looked worried.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
"Ginny" she answered and Harry's heart beat against his ribcage.
Hermione proceeded and shook Ron awake.
"Mmmm" an angry Ron mumbled pulling the covers over his head.
"Oh wake up you wanker!" Hermione said and pushed him of the bed.
Ron jumped up in surprise.
"What!" he cried and looked around the room in fear.
"Shhhh!" Hermione hushed and Harry jumped up to stand beside Ron.
Hermione nodded her head indicating she wanted them to follow her.
They followed her to Ginny's room.
Harry's eyes widened at the sight of Ginny. The moonlight poured over her lighting up her sleeping face she was sweating profusely and moaning as if in great pain while thrashing around viciously.
She was sobbing and mumbling incoherent things.
"Bloody hell, what's wrong with her?" Ron muttered and Harry snapped out of his daze.
"She's having a nightmare," he whispered and strode to her bedside.
He sat down beside her and stroked her hair.
She imedieatly calmed down and started breathing normally again.
"How did you do that? I've been trying to calm her for the past hour. She wouldn't wake up." Hermione whispered but Harry wasn't listening.
He was searching her now peaceful face intently.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with my sister?" Ron asked furiously.
"I don't know, but it's serious." Hermione answered sadly.
