Okay. You guys are so lucky because I have an exam on Monday afternoon
which I should be revising for but I decided that I couldn't wait to get
this chapter on the website for you guys to read. It was going to be part
of chapter 8 but I wanted to get something up for that chapter before and I
had to learn 36 questions and answers by heart for my French GCSE. It was
hard but I think I managed to do okay. I'm just glad that I have the worst
exam out of the way.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. It contains some OOTP spoilers and it's just Ginny voicing my opinions.
CHAPTER 9
A lot later, after everyone had gone to bed, Harry was staring unblinkingly into the failing fire. He didn't even look up when a petite person came into the room. This person walked over to him, stared at his hung head for a minute and sat down heavily beside him. He still didn't look up.
"Hi Harry."
He jerked his head up to stare her in the eyes. "What are you doing down here? It's -" he paused to look at his watch, "- past 2 'o' clock."
"I could ask you the same thing." Ginny replied cleverly.
"I asked first." Harry persisted.
"So immature." Ginny said under her breath but just load enough for Harry to hear. She looked at him, silently challenging him to stand firm. When he didn't back down, Ginny gave up because she was too tired. "Fine. I had a dream, okay."
"What sort of dream? Was it a nightmare or just – a weird dream?"
"A weird dream. It had you in it." She laughed.
"Thanks." Harry said bluntly.
"I woke up and kind of sensed that something was wrong. It was like I knew that you were down here." Ginny blushed. "I thought I might check."
"Oh." Harry turned back to the fire. "I was actually going to go to bed right before you came down actually."
"Okay. Are you sure? You don't want to talk about something. You looked pretty out of it when I came down. Were you upset about something?" Harry looked at her for half a minute, mouth open in amazement. Ginny looked anxiously at Harry. To her surprise he nodded. "Er, was it – Sirius?" Harry looked at the fire again and nodded. Ginny felt sympathy pouring out of her in gallons. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Harry sighed. "Not really. I should though. Hermione's always saying I should. I don't know." Harry was clearly frustrated. "Maybe it'll make me feel better. D'you think?"
"I honestly don't know Harry. I've never lost anyone that was as close to me as Sirius was to you." Ginny explained. "I'm not going to be able to tell you how to deal with it. I'll try to make it easier for you though. I'm a good listener." She said hopefully.
Ginny prompted Harry talk. After a moment in silence Harry spoke quietly. "For the whole summer I was on my own. I thought – I knew it was my fault and I had no one there to contradict me. Then I got to school and Ron and Hermione were there telling me that it wasn't, when I knew it was. THE WHOLE BLOODY THING WAS MY FAULT!" Harry turned around with his shout and Ginny leaned back suddenly. Harry groaned and threw his head into his hands. There was a long silence.
Ginny decided to use some reverse psychology, thinking that it might stop him from blaming himself. She sighed and then spoke. "You're right Harry." She said directly.
"What?" Her candour had taken him by surprise.
Ginny thought about it for a second and the spoke again. "I think you're right. It was your fault. If you'd taken those occlumency lessons and practiced it, then you wouldn't have had that dream, we wouldn't have almost got ourselves killed in the department of mysteries and Sirius wouldn't be dead." The more Ginny said, the more she realised that it was the truth. Harry was stunned and staring at her in awe. Ginny began to blush under his gaze.
"Thank you." He said passionately. "At least someone's on my side."
"Harry, we're all on your side." Ginny opposed. "They just don't want you blaming yourself for everything. Cedric wasn't you fault, but this was. Not your entire fault though."
"How d'you mean?" Harry stared at her confused.
"Well, it's your fault about not practicing the occlumency, so Voldemort was able to get into your mind and give you a false vision." Ginny looked at her friend. "But it's also his fault for being so mean." Harry laughed at the word she had used to describe the most evil wizard for centuries. "It's our fault. Me, Luna, Ron, Hermione and Neville. If we hadn't have come with you we wouldn't have got hurt. Sirius as well. If he had stayed in Grimmauld place, like Dumbledore told him too, then he wouldn't have been pushed through that veil by his horrid cousin. It's Dumbledore's fault for not explaining everything properly to you before. I could go on Harry because there are loads more people. Kreacher, Umbridge, Snape, -"
"How is it Snapes fault? Not that I'm defending him"
"I know. Well, he didn't teach you properly, then he refused to teach you, even when he knew it was important right? He threw you out of his office, didn't he?"
"Oh yeah." Harry sounded defeated. His eyes glazed over, forcing himself not to cry, hoping Ginny hadn't noticed.
"Cry Harry. You need to. I won't tell anyone if that's what you're worried about. It'll help." Harry sighed, still willing himself not to cry. It didn't work so he broke down into his hands.
"I've lost my whole family Gin. Mum and dad and now Sirius. He was the last person I had left of my family. I've got no one left." Harry turned to her with tear stained cheeks. Ginny moved closer and put her arms around him. He cried onto her shoulder.
"That's not true." She said kindly. "What about the Dursley's?" Harry looked up at her, shocked, until she smiled cheekily. "Sorry. - It's still not true. Mum and Dad, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, Ron and me. And Hermione too. We're all you family. A family isn't defined by what genes you have. A family is in here." She pointed to her heart. "A family is people that love and care for you. That's us." She said sternly. "There's a whole list of people that care for you that could probably go on for miles." There was a light pattering of tiny paws on the cold stone floor. Smudge poked his head through the door way and mewed. Ginny smiled. "Smudge is part of that list too."
Harry and Ginny talked for another hour, gradually getting sleepier. By 4 am they lay, one on top of the other, fast asleep. Ginny's head was on Harry's chest and he had his arms around her.
When he woke up at about half past six, he felt that he had never slept so well and he knew that Ginny was the reason. He smiled to himself as Ginny shifted her position slightly, pressing her chest against his, sighing. Harry pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head and fell back into a peaceful slumber.
9 'o' clock saw four of the sixth year Gryffindor boys laughing as they descended the stairs. Dean Thomas pulled the door open at the bottom, still laughing. Making their way over to the portrait hole for breakfast, past a tall backed sofa, Neville Longbottom stopped, gasped and paled.
"What's wrong, Nev?" asked Ron, who noticed his roommates sudden silence. Seamus and Dean turned around when they heard Ron's question. When Neville didn't answer, he peered over the back of the sofa to find his little sister lying, fast asleep, on top of his best friend. Ron saw red. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?!"
Harry and Ginny both jumped, Ginny falling to the floor as Harry sat up suddenly, forgetting she was on top of him. They looked up to find two stunned faces and two angry ones looking down at them.
"We can explain," Harry started.
"Save it Potter." Dean interrupted. "Ginny," He looked angry and disappointed. "I think we're through." And then he stomped out of the common room, Seamus and Neville following nervously behind, leaving an angry Ron, a stuttering Harry and Ginny, who looked apologetic and distressed.
A/N: What did you think? These are all my opinions after reading book five again this week. You might all hate me for think that.
I have no ideas for what I'm going to put in the next chapter. All I know is that it's going to be Christmas day so until I can work out something for you lovely people, you might have to wait a while.
These lovely people I speak of are the ones that REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Please.
Luv Sexy Seeker
I hope you enjoy this chapter. It contains some OOTP spoilers and it's just Ginny voicing my opinions.
CHAPTER 9
A lot later, after everyone had gone to bed, Harry was staring unblinkingly into the failing fire. He didn't even look up when a petite person came into the room. This person walked over to him, stared at his hung head for a minute and sat down heavily beside him. He still didn't look up.
"Hi Harry."
He jerked his head up to stare her in the eyes. "What are you doing down here? It's -" he paused to look at his watch, "- past 2 'o' clock."
"I could ask you the same thing." Ginny replied cleverly.
"I asked first." Harry persisted.
"So immature." Ginny said under her breath but just load enough for Harry to hear. She looked at him, silently challenging him to stand firm. When he didn't back down, Ginny gave up because she was too tired. "Fine. I had a dream, okay."
"What sort of dream? Was it a nightmare or just – a weird dream?"
"A weird dream. It had you in it." She laughed.
"Thanks." Harry said bluntly.
"I woke up and kind of sensed that something was wrong. It was like I knew that you were down here." Ginny blushed. "I thought I might check."
"Oh." Harry turned back to the fire. "I was actually going to go to bed right before you came down actually."
"Okay. Are you sure? You don't want to talk about something. You looked pretty out of it when I came down. Were you upset about something?" Harry looked at her for half a minute, mouth open in amazement. Ginny looked anxiously at Harry. To her surprise he nodded. "Er, was it – Sirius?" Harry looked at the fire again and nodded. Ginny felt sympathy pouring out of her in gallons. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Harry sighed. "Not really. I should though. Hermione's always saying I should. I don't know." Harry was clearly frustrated. "Maybe it'll make me feel better. D'you think?"
"I honestly don't know Harry. I've never lost anyone that was as close to me as Sirius was to you." Ginny explained. "I'm not going to be able to tell you how to deal with it. I'll try to make it easier for you though. I'm a good listener." She said hopefully.
Ginny prompted Harry talk. After a moment in silence Harry spoke quietly. "For the whole summer I was on my own. I thought – I knew it was my fault and I had no one there to contradict me. Then I got to school and Ron and Hermione were there telling me that it wasn't, when I knew it was. THE WHOLE BLOODY THING WAS MY FAULT!" Harry turned around with his shout and Ginny leaned back suddenly. Harry groaned and threw his head into his hands. There was a long silence.
Ginny decided to use some reverse psychology, thinking that it might stop him from blaming himself. She sighed and then spoke. "You're right Harry." She said directly.
"What?" Her candour had taken him by surprise.
Ginny thought about it for a second and the spoke again. "I think you're right. It was your fault. If you'd taken those occlumency lessons and practiced it, then you wouldn't have had that dream, we wouldn't have almost got ourselves killed in the department of mysteries and Sirius wouldn't be dead." The more Ginny said, the more she realised that it was the truth. Harry was stunned and staring at her in awe. Ginny began to blush under his gaze.
"Thank you." He said passionately. "At least someone's on my side."
"Harry, we're all on your side." Ginny opposed. "They just don't want you blaming yourself for everything. Cedric wasn't you fault, but this was. Not your entire fault though."
"How d'you mean?" Harry stared at her confused.
"Well, it's your fault about not practicing the occlumency, so Voldemort was able to get into your mind and give you a false vision." Ginny looked at her friend. "But it's also his fault for being so mean." Harry laughed at the word she had used to describe the most evil wizard for centuries. "It's our fault. Me, Luna, Ron, Hermione and Neville. If we hadn't have come with you we wouldn't have got hurt. Sirius as well. If he had stayed in Grimmauld place, like Dumbledore told him too, then he wouldn't have been pushed through that veil by his horrid cousin. It's Dumbledore's fault for not explaining everything properly to you before. I could go on Harry because there are loads more people. Kreacher, Umbridge, Snape, -"
"How is it Snapes fault? Not that I'm defending him"
"I know. Well, he didn't teach you properly, then he refused to teach you, even when he knew it was important right? He threw you out of his office, didn't he?"
"Oh yeah." Harry sounded defeated. His eyes glazed over, forcing himself not to cry, hoping Ginny hadn't noticed.
"Cry Harry. You need to. I won't tell anyone if that's what you're worried about. It'll help." Harry sighed, still willing himself not to cry. It didn't work so he broke down into his hands.
"I've lost my whole family Gin. Mum and dad and now Sirius. He was the last person I had left of my family. I've got no one left." Harry turned to her with tear stained cheeks. Ginny moved closer and put her arms around him. He cried onto her shoulder.
"That's not true." She said kindly. "What about the Dursley's?" Harry looked up at her, shocked, until she smiled cheekily. "Sorry. - It's still not true. Mum and Dad, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, Ron and me. And Hermione too. We're all you family. A family isn't defined by what genes you have. A family is in here." She pointed to her heart. "A family is people that love and care for you. That's us." She said sternly. "There's a whole list of people that care for you that could probably go on for miles." There was a light pattering of tiny paws on the cold stone floor. Smudge poked his head through the door way and mewed. Ginny smiled. "Smudge is part of that list too."
Harry and Ginny talked for another hour, gradually getting sleepier. By 4 am they lay, one on top of the other, fast asleep. Ginny's head was on Harry's chest and he had his arms around her.
When he woke up at about half past six, he felt that he had never slept so well and he knew that Ginny was the reason. He smiled to himself as Ginny shifted her position slightly, pressing her chest against his, sighing. Harry pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head and fell back into a peaceful slumber.
9 'o' clock saw four of the sixth year Gryffindor boys laughing as they descended the stairs. Dean Thomas pulled the door open at the bottom, still laughing. Making their way over to the portrait hole for breakfast, past a tall backed sofa, Neville Longbottom stopped, gasped and paled.
"What's wrong, Nev?" asked Ron, who noticed his roommates sudden silence. Seamus and Dean turned around when they heard Ron's question. When Neville didn't answer, he peered over the back of the sofa to find his little sister lying, fast asleep, on top of his best friend. Ron saw red. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER?!"
Harry and Ginny both jumped, Ginny falling to the floor as Harry sat up suddenly, forgetting she was on top of him. They looked up to find two stunned faces and two angry ones looking down at them.
"We can explain," Harry started.
"Save it Potter." Dean interrupted. "Ginny," He looked angry and disappointed. "I think we're through." And then he stomped out of the common room, Seamus and Neville following nervously behind, leaving an angry Ron, a stuttering Harry and Ginny, who looked apologetic and distressed.
A/N: What did you think? These are all my opinions after reading book five again this week. You might all hate me for think that.
I have no ideas for what I'm going to put in the next chapter. All I know is that it's going to be Christmas day so until I can work out something for you lovely people, you might have to wait a while.
These lovely people I speak of are the ones that REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Please.
Luv Sexy Seeker