two chaps in one day! specialness! y'know, how about she saw harry/hermione/ron timetwister thing from the astronomy tower? what if she was up there studying or something - shes too young to be making out with some guy up there - and she saw part of it from the tower? HEY! its the best I can do! if you have any ideas no one is sharing them with me!!!!!

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Madam Pomfrey gave me some more chocolate and then told me I could leave the next morning. I got back to Gryffindor Tower around 10:30 and spent the rest of my morning making a get well card for Harry, which I delivered that afternoon. It was a singing get well card! The card didn't stop singing a song by the Weird Sisters unless you shut it tightly. My charm went somewhat wrong, so it wasn't exactly the prettiest song.

I composed myself outside of the wing, and took several deep breaths. Then I stepped in. No one was in the wing at the time, thank goodness. But, as soon as Harry turned to look at me I turned red, and, blushing intensely, I handed him my card.

"Thanks, Ginny," He said, and opened the card. He winced when the card began to sing. "Uh- what is this song?"

"The weird sisters," I replied, and grinned, still blushing and dashed out of the room.

"So," Mia said. "Have you done your History of Magic essay?"

I hadn't, so I ignored her, and kept reading Quidditch Throughout the Ages.

"I'll take it you haven't."

"I'll do it later," I said, dismissing the subject.

"Ginny. The essay is due tomorrow. It's seven at night, and it needs to be eight inches of parchment on the importance of Goblin invasions of the sixth century," Mia leaned forward and took my book.

"OH! ALRIGHT!" I exploded. "I HATE HOMEWORK, AND I HATE YOU TELLING ME TO DO IT ALL THE TIME!" I glared at her.

Completely taken aback, Mia handed my book back and went upstairs to the dormitory. She cast a hurt look over her shoulder as she dashed out of the room. Those in the common room looked at me, but went back to work and talking.

I grabbed my bag and ran down to the library. I reached the library and grabbed a seat in a secluded corner. The books I wanted for my essay were going to be hard to find, so I decided to ask Madam Pince.

"Excuse me," I said.

"Yes?"

"I'm looking for some books on early goblin invasions," I said, tentatively. "It's for History of Magic."

"Come with me."

I followed Madam Pince to some bookshelves in the back, near the restricted section.

"We have our books on Goblin Invasions, first through fifteenth century in here," she said, and then walked off, her heels clicking.

"Ok..." I muttered. "Sixth century..." I got down on my hands and knees and started on the bottom. These were all first, so I moved up - third and fourth - not only goblin invasions, but peace councils - the formation of laws and wizarding communities. Fifth century next row... then seventh? I doubled back and scoured every book. There was nothing on sixth century goblin invasions, so I stood up and went back to the desk.

"Madam Pince?" I asked. "I can't find anything on the sixth century."

She looked puzzled and went with me back to the row, but she couldn't find anything else. "Sixth century, you say?"

I nodded.

"Those have all been taken out by various students. In fact, there are some students still in the library using them," she said.

"Ok, thanks for helping me anyway," I said politely. I walked back to my bag.

Looking around, I didn't see very many students my age. There were older fifth, sixth, and seventh years studying for midterms, there were first years. Then I saw it, a pile of books blocking from view who was working with them, but the top book have a big '6' on it, and I picture of a goblin.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked toward the books. I sat down across from whoever was behind those books. I scooted the books over and saw someone I definitely didn't expect. It was Michael Corner.

"Michael!" I said, surprised.

"Ginny!" He said, equally surprised.

"Uh- do you mind if I use some of your books?" I asked.

"Oh, sure, I'm not using all of them," he said, pushing them over a bit more. "How far are you in the essay?"

"Oh - I, uh, haven't started yet."

"Well then, I suppose you'd better get started, and I'll leave you be."

I grinned, and pulled out a piece of parchment, and a quill. Goblin Invasions in the Sixth Century Were Important. I wrote, and underlined it. I chewed the end of my quill and thought of a good introduction.
Goblin invasions were important because they united wizards from everywhere to stand and fight to defend themselves. They began friendships, and ended them just as quickly. They brought law and order and wizards came to realize there was a great need for goverment and organization. I stopped and thought some more, and then I pulled the top book in the stack and began to read.

When I had finally finished my essay, I went back up to Gryffindor Tower. It was nine o'clock. I had no sooner entered, when Aida cornered me.

"What did you do to Mia?" she hissed in my ear, holding my arm in a vice-like grip.

"Nothing!" I replied indignity.

"Then you tell me why she's been crying all night, and she threw your picture in her trunk."

"She told me I needed to do my homework, like she always does, and I yelled at her to stop telling my what to do!" I said, my voice growing louder.

"You yelled at her????? When she was telling you what was good for you????" Aida was mad, and her appearance was showing it. Her long brown hair was changing to blue, and shrinking. Her nose transformed, so it had ugly green warts on it. Her eyes turned to red.

My eyes widened.

"I was... stressed...." I said weakly.

"You were stressed, my FOOT!" she yelled, her eyes burning.

"I JUST GOT OVER DEMENTORS! I almost pass out EVERY TIME THEY'RE NEAR ME!" I yelled.

Aida glanced around at the sparsely populated common room, and pulled me outside the portrait hole. She dragged me to the nearest empty room. Then she turned to face me.

"Why do the dementors affect you MORE than everyone else?"

"I asked Professor Lupin about dementors, and he said it has nothing to do with weakness. There are horrors in MY past that makes it harder for me! Exactly why Harry passed out - You-know-who killed his parents, and he's faced Him twice since then!" I said forcefully.

"WHAT horrors? You're hiding something from me, and all your friends, and its put a wall between us, because you can't confide in us."

"All right! You want to know what happened to me last year? Why I was so distant? Why I built a wall around myself?"

Aida nodded; her appearance had changed back to the original light brown hair and blue eyes. The warts had disappeared too.

"Last year, I was POSESSED by You-Know-Who! I didn't know what was going on most of the time, and what I had been doing. Half the time I didn't know where I had been. Then the attacks started. That was ME! I WAS THE ONE! I was the one ATTACKING the muggle-borns! I didn't know it of course, and when I began to suspect I was the one doing it, I stayed away from everyone. Then I was taken into the Chamber of Secrets. I almost DIED down there! You-know-who was feeding off me, and I was dying. If Harry hadn't come down there, killed the monster, and destroyed Him, I WOULD be dead!"

Aida stared at me.

"You set the monster on Colin and Hermione? Your friends?" she asked, stunned.

"I didn't KNOW I was doing it!" I yelled. "Don't you see? I had no idea it was me! I had NO control over myself! I would have DIED! I thought I was going to be EXPELLED! I almost died at the thought of being expelled!"

"Ginny, I'm soooo sorry! I had no idea. If you had told us, we would have been more understanding!" Aida said. "But, you need to tell Mia, Alex, and Caitlin!"

"All right," I said, calm now. "Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade visit. Not many people will be here, so it'll be quieter, and less people will overhear."

"Fred!" I whispered.

"Hi, Ginny! What's up?"

"I need the Marauder's Map," I said urgently.

"Oh, Ginny, I'm sorry," Fred said, a look of true sorrow on his face. "We gave it to Harry."

"For keeps..." George cut in.

I frowned. "Ok, but I need a private place to talk that no one either knows about, or rarely visits."

Fred and George looked at each other for a minute.

"Why do you need it?" George asked.

"A private place for you and a guy?" asked Fred with a mischievous grin on his face. "Cause we know lots of those - like the North or South Towers, and the Astronomy one is good too. There's several broom closets -"

"NO!" I said. "A place big enough for five to talk secretly."

"Oh," George said, biting his lip. "Well, there's one room that sort of disappears and appears at times."

"And it's always a different size, filled with whatever you seemed to need."

"That sounds good," I said, eager to go. "Where is it? How do I get in?"

"Well, its on the seventh floor, between to vases -"

"- You walk back and forth across that wall about three times -"

"- Muttering or thinking about what kind of a room you want -"

"- And a door should appear for you!" George finished. "Now we'd better get going to Hogsmeade, otherwise we'll have to use a passage, and then we wouldn't be accounted for by a professor."

They waved and headed off.

"So, this is it!" I said excitedly as I brought all of them to the place the room was supposed to be.

"What?" asked Caitlin. "This is exactly what we want. One of those corridors-that-Professor-Snape-just-walks-down-and-takes-fifty-points-from- Gryffindor-for-no-good-reason places!"

I stared at her. Aida and Alex were giggling. Mia was ignoring me. They had dragged her along. I turned away and started pacing in front of the wall.

We need a place to talk privately. Somewhere where we can't be overheard. A place where I can explain the past I didn't want revealed. We need a secure room.

I stopped. A doorknob had appeared. I walked over and opened the door.

not a cliffhanger.DUH. of course not. so, i'm bored and i dunno how this is going to go. hopefully christmas will come soon.

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