Thrice Alive

Chapter Two

By: A. Madalong

Ginny Weasley was in love, but she had a secret. Not just a small secret, but a secret that engulfed her whole life. She wanted so desperately to tell Harry everything. She wished that she could spill out her secret, wrap herself in his arms, and just be safe from all the danger tormented her life.

Ginny's life was far different than Harry's. The world around her was crumbling, as evil grew in power. Ginny was a witch, and the wizardry world was quickly being conquered by the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

There had to be a hero, somewhere. Once, Ginny had read that a "marked wizard" could bring a balance to Wizardry World once again. But this hero had not yet surfaced. The only hero Ginny knew of was Harry. Around him, Ginny felt so safe, so protected, and detached from the struggles of her world.

Ginny's family absolutely loved Harry Potter. Her mother had once remarked, "There's something special about that boy."

Ginny's father insisted, "There's more to that Harry Potter than we know. He's a remarkable lad."

Even Ginny's five brothers; Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred and George, loved Harry.

But unfortunately, things would soon change between Harry and Ginny

Ginny had planned to tell Harry, that day in the park. Her eyes full of tears, she had rehearsed what she was going to say, over and over again, until the words burnt through her ears to her heart. She could only imagine how the conversation would play out.

"Harry, there's a reason I wanted a day alone with you. As you know, I'm entering my last day of school in September and then..."

"You're going to University with me, right love?"

"Well...Harry, I can't go to University with you. I would love to, but there are things going on in my life- in my world- that I can't control, and I have certain responsibilities, and obligations."

"What do you mean, Virginia? Whatever is happening, I'm sure we can work through it."

"These problems don't concern you, Harry. I don't want to burden you with them -"

"Burden me? Virginia, I love-"

"Stop, stop, Harry. You deserve a life free from strife, and tears- a life free from misery. The only way I can let you have that kind of life is if I leave you."

"No...Wait, what do you mean, Ginny? I have never been happier."

"Me either...But things are changing. They are changing so fast..."

The fateful day came along. Ginny and Harry were sitting in the park, together. Ginny began her spiel, just as she had rehearsed. This was the hardest thing she would ever have to do.

"No," Ginny thought to herself. "The hardest thing would be watching Harry die because you endangered him. If Harry, an innocent muggle, was hurt by the Wizard War."

But just as she began, Harry became distracted, by two people in the park who he thought he recognized. It was strange, because Ginny also felt a weird feeling when she looked at them, as well.

Harry tugged on Ginny's arm, "Come on, let's go take a closer look!"

Ginny was reluctant, but complied. Her heart skipped a beat, knowing that her and Harry were still in love and together, even if it was only for a little while longer.

"Harry, what will we say to them? We can't just go walk up to random strangers," Ginny noted.

"I have a plan," Harry smiled coyly.

The approached the couple by the tree, and Harry cheerfully greeted, "Why, hello there! You chaps up for a game of football?"

The two looked at Harry and Ginny- their stares all freezing for a moment.

"I know....I know you," the brown-haired girl said, with a confused look on her face. "I'm sure I do...You're....Harry-"

"Harry Potter!" the red haired boy exclaimed. "Harry Potter, the famous football player!"

"Pleasure to meet you," Harry said, shaking the boy's hand. "And this is my girlfriend, Virginia Weasley."

"My name's Ron Sneazles, and this is Hermione Granger. I can't speak for Hermione here, but both myself and my dog, here, would love to play a game of football."

"I wouldn't mind a game, myself," Hermione said, standing up from the grass, "I've done far too much reading today."

The four found a large space in the park, to set up their game. They used Hermione's book (despite her protesting), Ron's pair of socks, and Harry's hat, as goal markers.

"Oh, I really don't know if I will be any good at this game," Hermione confessed to her teammate Ron, "I've only played it once in my life, and I've seen it on the tele once or twice."

"What?!" Ron exclaimed, shocked, "I thought you were a football fan! I mean, you did recognize Harry Potter, and he's not even a professional player."

Hermione thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I really don't know why I recognized him...I don't think I've ever even seen him before...I just-...well..."

Hermione was cut off by Ron stealing the football from Ginny and quickly passing it to her. Hermione wasn't quite sure what to do, but managed to kick it around for a while until Harry stole it back.

The game was loads of fun, for all. Even Ginny had momentarily forgotten her worries, and enjoyed watching Harry run around the field, his black hair picking up the sweat from his forward, his muscles throbbing. Under the light of the afternoon sun, Harry's scar almost seemed to glisten. Ginny had once asked Harry about the scar, but he knew as little about it as she did.

Ginny could not pull her eyes off of the scar. Its mystery lured her in deeper and deeper, until her vision became blurry. The blue sky melted away, and the bright colours of the park faded to become a dismal grey. Ginny had fell, and instead of hitting the lush grass, her body ached as she landed on a hard floor. She pushed herself off of the floor, and she was no longer outdoors, but in a dungeon.

"What's happening?" Ginny frantically thought, her body and mind aching.

There was a boy in the dungeon, with black hair, just like Harry's...But it wasn't Harry. He slid toward Ginny, and cupped his hand under her chin.

"Oh dear Ginny," he mocked, "Thanks to you, I shall be in power once again. Oh, how convenient that my diary should land in the hands of you, the girl who couldn't help being in love with Harry Potter, the boy who lived..."

Ginny wanted to scream, she wanted to ask this boy how he knew Harry Potter. She wanted to know what he meant, but Ginny could not control her motions.

Ginny's mouth opened and weakly said the words, "Why? Why, Tom Riddle?"

"Tom Riddle must be the boy's name," Ginny thought.

Tom Riddle cackled, "I am not Tom Riddle! I am Lord Voldemort!"

Ginny's body spazzed of fear. She closed her eyes, and suddenly felt very dizzy again. She could feel the room around her moving

Ginny's eyelids felt incredibly heavy. She used all her might, and finally her eyes opened. She was back on field, surrounded by a worried looking Harry, Hermione, Ron, and her mom...

Her mother was crying. "Why?" thought Ginny. She looked to Harry's eyes, and there was a look of extreme pain on it.

"Ginny..." Harry said, taking her into his arms and holding her close. "Virginia, something happened."

"What?" Ginny asked. "What's wrong?"

Ginny could hardly focus. Questions sped through her mind. Who was Tom Riddle? Why did he know Harry? Who was the boy who lived? Why was her mother now at the field?

Ginny could hear her mother hysterically crying.

"Ginny," Harry said softly. "Your brother has been hurt."

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A/N: OK, so I haven't updated this story in....well a ridiculously long time. But I hope the old readers will enjoy this, as well the new readers. Please, please review. I will have a new chapter up within the week- if not this weekend. (review review!) :D Constructive criticism, and comments welcome!