chap 3! hugs for everyone who has reviewed!

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I began to notice strange things about the school. I saw spiders everywhere. I felt bad for Ron, because he was so scared of them. I was getting more scared about this entire business. I kept to myself after dinner, but during lessons stayed closed to Colin. I always sat next to him in Charms. We became really good friends too.

I was becoming more skittish, and frightened. Fred and George tried to cheer me up by popping out from behind statues at various times of the day, but stopped when I burst into tears, and Percy threatened to write home to mum.

Percy was nicer to me than normally. One night I was doing homework and Percy came over to ask if I needed help and I burst into tears. I was so overcome by exhaustion and worry that I just put my head on his shoulder and cried.

"Ron's going to be expelled, I just know it!" I sobbed into his shoulder.

"Ginny, Ron's not doing anything he shouldn't, its ok. He's not going to be expelled. The car incident was a bit much, but he wasn't expelled, and he hasn't done anything drastic since then," Percy said consolingly, stroking my hair.

Percy was a bit pompous, but he really was always nice to me. Not a tease like Fred and George; he didn't ignore me like Ron did. I think part of the reason he was going out of his way to be nice was because I was in first year, and a girl.

Dear Tom, Percy keeps telling me I'm pale and I'm not my normal self. I think he suspects I'm behind all this! He keeps saying he's going to write home to Mum.What am I going to do? Maybe he has good reason, am I behind this?

Of course not, Ginny! You're too sweet and good. How could you even think of doing such a thing?

I had another dream the other night. I dreamed Lord Voldemort had captured me and was torturing me. Then Harry apparated saved me, and apparated back to Hogsmeade, and he was just about to kiss me when I woke up and realized Harry didn't like me.

How do you know Harry doesn't like you?

He's so courageous and famous and good. He doesn't have time for me! He defeated you-know-who last year for the second time!

he defeated him, again? he's done it before?

oh yes, last year you-know-who came back, possessing Professor Quirrell and Harry destroyed him!

very brave, do you know how he did it?

actually, no, Ron wasn't there and Harry doesn't mention it.

Maybe its painful to talk about.

probably, that and he doesn't want to brag...

i really don't see how he doesn't like you. you're so nice and sweet!

thank you! No guy has ever said something like that about me before.

you don't need me to say thank you for telling the truth. When you say he defeated the Dark Lord again, what do you mean, again?

you don't know how he defeated him? Where've you been?

refresh my memory

when you-know-who killed Harry's parents, he also tried to kill him. Harry, howver, couldn't be killed, thank goodness, and the curse bounced back and hit you-know-who and destroyed him

so no one knows how?

not really, just that he couldn't kill him...

The Quidditch game, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, was played in the worst weather I thought possible. It started out muggy, but then it started it rain. The Slytherin team was outfitted with Nimbus two thousand and one brooms. Their superior brooms were doing the job too. Slytherin was way in the lead. I was watching Harry, and noticed that one bludger kept following him around. He was going on a roller coaster ride around the field. Fred and George were trying to help Harry, but when they resumed the game after a break, Harry was alone trying to outwit the bludger. Malfoy was laughing at him. I gasped as the bludger slammed Harry in the arm and almost knocked him off his broom. For an agonizing moment, it seemed like he would fall. The bludger came back aiming for his face. I covered my face with my hands, and when I looked next, Harry was diving for Malfoy. He made a wild grab for the snitch and flew straight toward the ground. He and the broom smashed into the ground and Harry rolled off and fainted.

I nearly passed out, but instead ran to get to Harry. Many people got there first. Harry was coming to as I reached him. His arm hung at a weird angle. I stood next to Colin, who was trying to get a picture of Harry.

"Colin, not a good idea," I whispered. "He won't want his picture taken."

As soon as those words were out of my mouth, Harry said aloud, his teeth set.

"I don't want a photo of this, Colin!"

"See, I told you so!" I whispered still watching Harry intently.

"Lay back, Harry," Lockhart said soothingly. "It's a simple charm I've used countless times-"

"Oh, Ginny," Colin said excitedly. "He's going to mend Harry's arm!"

"I dunno about this..." I said, thinking fast. Had he ever done anything right in classes? I thought, I couldn't remember.

"Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?" Harry said. His teeth were clenched and he looked very upset.

I jumped as Wood, who was standing behind me said. "He should really, Professor. Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, your best yet, I'd say- " he was grinning, even though his seeker lay on the ground moaning. I saw Fred and George wrestling the bludger back into the box. They were having a hard time because it was putting up a fantastic fight.

"Stand back," Lockhart said rolling up the sleeves of his jade-green robes.

"No— don't —" said Harry weakly, but Lockhart had already begun to twirl his wand and Harry shut his eyes. I gasped, as did everyone else. Colin started taking pictures like crazy.

"Ah," Lockhart sounded a bit uncomfortable. "Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. The point is the bones are no longer broken. That's the thing to bear in mind. So, Harry, why don't you just toddle up to the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey will tidy you up a bit. Mr.Weasley and Miss Granger— you escort him there." Hermione blushed at being addressed by Lockhart, and I felt a small belligerence aroused. Lockhart hadn't repaired Harry's bones. He had removed them! A flesh colored 'arm' was poking out of Harry's sleeve. It bent in weird ways and didn't look remotely like an arm.

Tom, my friend Colin was attacked last night, when Harry was in the hospital wing, and I don't know where I was that night! What am I going to do?

complete coincidence that you couldn't remember. most of us oftentimes forget, but it doens't mean anything. stop worrying!