IMPORTANT: Apparently, last time I posted a chapter I did it by replacing an author's note chapter and ffn didn't like that too much, and when people clicked on it they got the author's note, and many couldn't manage to see chapter 10. Well, it's up and running now, so before you read this, make sure you've read chapter 10-The Pistol. Thanks!
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Chapter 11
Harry stormed angrily up to his room and threw himself onto the bed. He began punching at the pillows in rage, and even threw a few across the room. After having let out the majority of his anger, Harry got fed up with attacking his bedding, and decided there was nothing for him to do but go to sleep. He pulled Zachariah's wand out of his pocket and summoned the pillows that had been strewn about back to him. He lay down, listening to his stomach growl until he fell asleep.
An hour later, Harry awoke to a knock at the door. The knock was quickly followed by an odd thud coming from his closet, which he chose not to investigate as someone was continuously pounding on the door. He groaned in response, loudly enough so that the person outside the door would be able to hear him.
"I'll take that as a come in." Ginny said sarcastically as she opened the door.
Harry looked up from his spot on the bed and saw Ginny standing in the doorway, her right hand still resting on the doorknob, and a steaming plate of manicotti in her left.
"I brought you some food." She said, walking over to Harry and setting the plate on the bedside table.
"Thanks." He mumbled, taking the plate and stuffing his face, rivaling the eating habits of Ron.
"Signore Garibaldi is being just horrible to you!" Ginny exclaimed, her face reddening in anger.
"Well, I did make a rather callous remark about his daughter." Said Harry, smiling to himself, recalling how clever he had felt for coming up with the particular insult he had used.
"Even so—"Ginny began, but Harry cut her off.
"He's no worse than the Dursleys. Believe me I'll be fine. At least around here I've got someone who can sneak me a meal occasionally." Harry joked.
Ginny noticed Zachariah's wand lying haphazardly on the floor where Harry had dropped it earlier. She bent over and picked it up, then sat down on the bed next to Harry.
"Do you mind if I give this a wave?" Asked Ginny. "I miss doing magic."
"Go ahead." Said Harry with his mouth full.
"Accio quill!" Ginny cried, pointing the wand at the desk across the room, focusing on the quill that lay across it. Nothing happened.
"That's odd." Said Harry looking concerned.
"Well, I'm a bit rusty let's try something simpler, wingardium leviosa!" Said Ginny, still pointing at the quill.
"Very odd." Harry added.
"Well, wait just one more, Lumos!" Ginny tried. The wand tip did not light, not even a flicker.
"Alright, I guess this wand really isn't right for you." Said Harry incredulously.
"Probably, but I should still be able to do magic, it would just be more unpredictable if the wand was wrong." Said Ginny, "Right?"
"That's what I thought, but you never know." Said Harry, shrugging his shoulders.
"Wait, let me try something." Ginny said reaching down the neckline of her dress and pulling out the time turner. "This stayed with me when we landed here." She explained. She twisted the time turner just once, to take her back to when Harry was in his room alone while she was at dinner. She felt the room spinning around her, everything that had happened in the last hour was happening in reverse order.
When the spinning stopped, Ginny found herself sitting on the bed next to a sleeping Harry. It had worked. She then realized that her past self would be coming in at any moment with Harry's dinner. She quickly took cover in the closet, watching what happened in the room through the crack where the door was attached to the frame. Ginny leaned against the back wall of the closet, waiting for something to happen, and began to drift off.
Ginny awoke with a start at the knock on Harry's bedroom door, hitting her head against a low shelf with a resounding smack. The knocking at the door continued, and Ginny pushed her face against the crack in the door to watch. She saw herself enter with a plate of manicotti for Harry, and watched him gulp it down for the second time that day. She sat listening to the same conversation she'd had with Harry an hour earlier, watching intently when her past self picked up the wand and attempted to do a few simple spells. Absolutely nothing happened. There was not even the slightest indication that the girl she was watching was a witch at all.
After she had seen herself twist the time turner and disappear, Ginny came out of the closet.
Harry jumped a bit, startled when he saw Ginny come out of the closet rubbing her head.
"I hit my head in there." She grimaced.
"So, you went back in time and hid in the closet until your past self left?" Harry asked bewildered as to what she was thinking of. "Then that must have been the noise I heard in the closet earlier." Said Harry with a laugh.
"Probably. I guess I wasn't stealthy enough." She joked.
"I guess not, but why did you need to test the time turner?" Harry wondered out loud.
"Do you remember when we explained the story to Alessio, and he didn't know what a time turner was?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, go on."
"Well, we assumed the time turner hadn't been invented yet, but later I remembered Hermione telling me about the invention of the time turner, and I'm almost positive it happened before the time we're in now. I also thought that if the time turner hadn't been invented yet, it would have disappeared when we came back this far, but I still had it. I just wanted to make sure it was fully functioning so there would be no doubt in my mind." Ginny explained.
"Ginny, I'm not sure I'm getting the point of this." Said Harry irritably.
"Time turners exist in this time, so why didn't Alessio know about them?" Ginny asked rhetorically. Harry answered her anyway.
"I don't know."
"He's a muggle. Along with the rest of the Garibaldi family, including Lucia." Ginny stated.
"So that's why the wand doesn't work for you, Lucia's a muggle!" Harry exclaimed.
"Exactly!" Ginny exclaimed.
"That must be why Signore Garibaldi doesn't want Zachariah and Lucia to be together, he must hate wizards and magic!" Said Harry, fully understanding now. "I wonder if he's an ancestor of the Dursleys?" Harry laughed. Ginny giggled at this as well.
"I guess we'll never know." She replied. Neither of them could think of anything more to say, and it was getting kind of late.
"Well, we should get to bed." Harry finally said.
"Right I'll just get going then." Said Ginny awkwardly. "Goodnight, Harry." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek and leaving quickly.
Harry put his hand to his cheek where she had kissed him, staring at the doorway where she had just exited as though she were still standing there. Even though she was long gone he could still feel his face tingle where she'd touched him, it felt almost as though his face had fallen asleep, but nicer than that. Harry couldn't have described it if he'd tried. He lay down on the left side of the bed, facing the empty space on the other side. As he closed his eyes, Harry felt the tingling feeling spread down to his neck and shoulders. He smiled to himself, the most genuine smile he'd made in weeks as he thought about Ginny.
Ginny hurried down the hall. Walking briskly, but not breaking out into a run. She was internally beating herself up for kissing Harry.
"I'm letting myself fall for him again, this isn't good. I can't continue to do this. Remember, Ginny, if you fall in love with Harry, you'll only hurt him. Do you really want that to happen?" She continued on attacking herself mentally, even when she entered her room, changed into a satin periwinkle nightgown, and got into bed. She lay down on the right side of the bed, facing the vacant spot next to her. She continued attempting to attack herself, but somehow her train of thought changed unexpectedly.
"He really is lovely though. So sweet and loving, and I always feel safe with him, I know he'd protect me. Even if being with him put me in danger, I know he'd save me if Tom ever got to me again."
"Bloody hell!" She said aloud. "Okay, so I'm in love with him again, that doesn't mean I have to act on it." Ginny couldn't sleep now. She got up and put on a white dressing gown, instinctively reaching for the door to leave. She stopped when she realized she had no place to go. Normally, when she wanted to stop thinking about something she'd distract herself by talking to Ron, Hermione, or Harry. Well, Ron and Hermione weren't here, and she couldn't very well talk to Harry when he was the thing she was trying to forget about. She sighed, realizing the only thing she could do was to wander the corridors.
Harry had been lying awake all night it seemed. He couldn't get Ginny off his mind, and he'd never get to sleep in that state. He had to go and see her. To go and talk, talk about something other than their situation. He wanted to have a friendly conversation about Ron and Hermione or how awful Snape was. The way they used to before they got into this mess. He got out of bed and walked out into the corridor, turning towards Ginny's room. He was about halfway there when he ran into something soft and warm.
"Oof!" It grunted. He realized it was a person. He had forgotten to put his glasses back on when he got up.
"Harry?" He heard Ginny's voice ask.
"Yeah, it's me, Gin. I forgot my glasses, I can't see anything." He groaned.
"Well, go back to your room and get them then!" Ginny laughed, pointing him in the right direction. She decided to head back to her room, wandering about wouldn't help her sleep if she kept running into Harry.
Harry made his way back to his room and plucked his glasses off the bedside table. He put them on quickly, and sprinted back towards Ginny's room, hoping to find her in the hallway again. When he didn't see her anywhere, he knocked on her door.
"What?" She asked rather irritably, she was trying to sleep after all.
"I can't sleep I just want to chat for a while." Harry's voice came through the door.
"Come in then." She said trying to hide her reluctance. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.
Harry entered the room and lay down on the empty spot on the bed to Ginny's left. He turned on his side to face her, but she was lying on her back.
"So..." Harry started. Ginny rolled over to face him, and quickly burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked defensively.
"Your pajamas!" Ginny exclaimed, clutching her side and pointing at Harry's rather ostentatious shiny, gold pajamas.
"Look, I can't help what type of clothes Zachariah wears." Harry said, trying to act upset. He decided flattery might help coax her into changing the subject.
"That color looks really good on you." He said sincerely.
"Periwinkle? Really? I think it's dreadful." Ginny said, looking at him as though he were frightfully ill.
"No, not the nightgown, that pale gold color of the bedspread." Said Harry.
"Oh, well, thank you." Said Ginny. There was an awkward silence before Ginny spoke again.
"So, what did you want to talk about, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Oh anything about normal life, I'd like to avoid the subject of Lucia, Zachariah, and our whole current situation if at all possible."
"Alright then, why don't you tell me about some of the trouble you and Ron and Hermione got into before we were good friends."
"Well, let's see did you hear about the time we took the Polyjuice Potion—"Harry started.
"To turn into Crabbe and Goyle, yes! But, when Hermione told me the story, she didn't tell me why she didn't go with you and Ron. I tried to ask Ron, but he said Hermione would kill him if he told me." Ginny said getting excited to finally find out what had happened.
"Oh, well, Hermione plucked some hairs off of Millicent's robes but they turned out to be cat hairs. She had a furry face and a tail." Said Harry, trying not to laugh too hard at the memory of Hermione's appearance. Ginny, however, about split her side laughing.
"You've got to have some funny stories I haven't heard having grown up with the twins, haven't you?" Harry asked. Ginny only nodded, still twitching with laughter. "Well, out with it then!" Harry gestured for her to tell him.
"Well, you know how the stairway to the girls' dormitory at Hogwarts is enchanted so that boys can't get up it?" Harry nodded in response. "Well, Fred and George learned how to charm the staircase at the Burrow so that Percy couldn't get upstairs. That was right after he was made prefect, they had to pull one on him for that, didn't they?"
"I guess they did." Said Harry through laughter, "That's a classic, that is!"
Harry and Ginny shared stories for several hours, some funny, some sad, and some plain ridiculous. Soon, they had both tired out and fell fast asleep, lying face to face on the bed.
AN: Well, another chapter done, it took a bit longer than usual as I've been working on the website a lot, which I believe I mentioned last chapter. I hope you liked this one though, thanks for reading and please review! The site is not complete, but a lot of it is up, enough that I'm going to post the link and let you guys see what's up so far and you can tell us what you think of it. Here's the URL: Now, last time I tried to post a URL in an author's note, it wouldn't let me, so if it didn't, look in my profile and you'll find the link there. I saw the movie POA today for the 5th time, but this time was unique, I saw it in IMAX, it was great, god I love that movie!
Disclaimer: You know the drill!
Chapter 11
Harry stormed angrily up to his room and threw himself onto the bed. He began punching at the pillows in rage, and even threw a few across the room. After having let out the majority of his anger, Harry got fed up with attacking his bedding, and decided there was nothing for him to do but go to sleep. He pulled Zachariah's wand out of his pocket and summoned the pillows that had been strewn about back to him. He lay down, listening to his stomach growl until he fell asleep.
An hour later, Harry awoke to a knock at the door. The knock was quickly followed by an odd thud coming from his closet, which he chose not to investigate as someone was continuously pounding on the door. He groaned in response, loudly enough so that the person outside the door would be able to hear him.
"I'll take that as a come in." Ginny said sarcastically as she opened the door.
Harry looked up from his spot on the bed and saw Ginny standing in the doorway, her right hand still resting on the doorknob, and a steaming plate of manicotti in her left.
"I brought you some food." She said, walking over to Harry and setting the plate on the bedside table.
"Thanks." He mumbled, taking the plate and stuffing his face, rivaling the eating habits of Ron.
"Signore Garibaldi is being just horrible to you!" Ginny exclaimed, her face reddening in anger.
"Well, I did make a rather callous remark about his daughter." Said Harry, smiling to himself, recalling how clever he had felt for coming up with the particular insult he had used.
"Even so—"Ginny began, but Harry cut her off.
"He's no worse than the Dursleys. Believe me I'll be fine. At least around here I've got someone who can sneak me a meal occasionally." Harry joked.
Ginny noticed Zachariah's wand lying haphazardly on the floor where Harry had dropped it earlier. She bent over and picked it up, then sat down on the bed next to Harry.
"Do you mind if I give this a wave?" Asked Ginny. "I miss doing magic."
"Go ahead." Said Harry with his mouth full.
"Accio quill!" Ginny cried, pointing the wand at the desk across the room, focusing on the quill that lay across it. Nothing happened.
"That's odd." Said Harry looking concerned.
"Well, I'm a bit rusty let's try something simpler, wingardium leviosa!" Said Ginny, still pointing at the quill.
"Very odd." Harry added.
"Well, wait just one more, Lumos!" Ginny tried. The wand tip did not light, not even a flicker.
"Alright, I guess this wand really isn't right for you." Said Harry incredulously.
"Probably, but I should still be able to do magic, it would just be more unpredictable if the wand was wrong." Said Ginny, "Right?"
"That's what I thought, but you never know." Said Harry, shrugging his shoulders.
"Wait, let me try something." Ginny said reaching down the neckline of her dress and pulling out the time turner. "This stayed with me when we landed here." She explained. She twisted the time turner just once, to take her back to when Harry was in his room alone while she was at dinner. She felt the room spinning around her, everything that had happened in the last hour was happening in reverse order.
When the spinning stopped, Ginny found herself sitting on the bed next to a sleeping Harry. It had worked. She then realized that her past self would be coming in at any moment with Harry's dinner. She quickly took cover in the closet, watching what happened in the room through the crack where the door was attached to the frame. Ginny leaned against the back wall of the closet, waiting for something to happen, and began to drift off.
Ginny awoke with a start at the knock on Harry's bedroom door, hitting her head against a low shelf with a resounding smack. The knocking at the door continued, and Ginny pushed her face against the crack in the door to watch. She saw herself enter with a plate of manicotti for Harry, and watched him gulp it down for the second time that day. She sat listening to the same conversation she'd had with Harry an hour earlier, watching intently when her past self picked up the wand and attempted to do a few simple spells. Absolutely nothing happened. There was not even the slightest indication that the girl she was watching was a witch at all.
After she had seen herself twist the time turner and disappear, Ginny came out of the closet.
Harry jumped a bit, startled when he saw Ginny come out of the closet rubbing her head.
"I hit my head in there." She grimaced.
"So, you went back in time and hid in the closet until your past self left?" Harry asked bewildered as to what she was thinking of. "Then that must have been the noise I heard in the closet earlier." Said Harry with a laugh.
"Probably. I guess I wasn't stealthy enough." She joked.
"I guess not, but why did you need to test the time turner?" Harry wondered out loud.
"Do you remember when we explained the story to Alessio, and he didn't know what a time turner was?" Ginny asked.
"Yes, go on."
"Well, we assumed the time turner hadn't been invented yet, but later I remembered Hermione telling me about the invention of the time turner, and I'm almost positive it happened before the time we're in now. I also thought that if the time turner hadn't been invented yet, it would have disappeared when we came back this far, but I still had it. I just wanted to make sure it was fully functioning so there would be no doubt in my mind." Ginny explained.
"Ginny, I'm not sure I'm getting the point of this." Said Harry irritably.
"Time turners exist in this time, so why didn't Alessio know about them?" Ginny asked rhetorically. Harry answered her anyway.
"I don't know."
"He's a muggle. Along with the rest of the Garibaldi family, including Lucia." Ginny stated.
"So that's why the wand doesn't work for you, Lucia's a muggle!" Harry exclaimed.
"Exactly!" Ginny exclaimed.
"That must be why Signore Garibaldi doesn't want Zachariah and Lucia to be together, he must hate wizards and magic!" Said Harry, fully understanding now. "I wonder if he's an ancestor of the Dursleys?" Harry laughed. Ginny giggled at this as well.
"I guess we'll never know." She replied. Neither of them could think of anything more to say, and it was getting kind of late.
"Well, we should get to bed." Harry finally said.
"Right I'll just get going then." Said Ginny awkwardly. "Goodnight, Harry." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek and leaving quickly.
Harry put his hand to his cheek where she had kissed him, staring at the doorway where she had just exited as though she were still standing there. Even though she was long gone he could still feel his face tingle where she'd touched him, it felt almost as though his face had fallen asleep, but nicer than that. Harry couldn't have described it if he'd tried. He lay down on the left side of the bed, facing the empty space on the other side. As he closed his eyes, Harry felt the tingling feeling spread down to his neck and shoulders. He smiled to himself, the most genuine smile he'd made in weeks as he thought about Ginny.
Ginny hurried down the hall. Walking briskly, but not breaking out into a run. She was internally beating herself up for kissing Harry.
"I'm letting myself fall for him again, this isn't good. I can't continue to do this. Remember, Ginny, if you fall in love with Harry, you'll only hurt him. Do you really want that to happen?" She continued on attacking herself mentally, even when she entered her room, changed into a satin periwinkle nightgown, and got into bed. She lay down on the right side of the bed, facing the vacant spot next to her. She continued attempting to attack herself, but somehow her train of thought changed unexpectedly.
"He really is lovely though. So sweet and loving, and I always feel safe with him, I know he'd protect me. Even if being with him put me in danger, I know he'd save me if Tom ever got to me again."
"Bloody hell!" She said aloud. "Okay, so I'm in love with him again, that doesn't mean I have to act on it." Ginny couldn't sleep now. She got up and put on a white dressing gown, instinctively reaching for the door to leave. She stopped when she realized she had no place to go. Normally, when she wanted to stop thinking about something she'd distract herself by talking to Ron, Hermione, or Harry. Well, Ron and Hermione weren't here, and she couldn't very well talk to Harry when he was the thing she was trying to forget about. She sighed, realizing the only thing she could do was to wander the corridors.
Harry had been lying awake all night it seemed. He couldn't get Ginny off his mind, and he'd never get to sleep in that state. He had to go and see her. To go and talk, talk about something other than their situation. He wanted to have a friendly conversation about Ron and Hermione or how awful Snape was. The way they used to before they got into this mess. He got out of bed and walked out into the corridor, turning towards Ginny's room. He was about halfway there when he ran into something soft and warm.
"Oof!" It grunted. He realized it was a person. He had forgotten to put his glasses back on when he got up.
"Harry?" He heard Ginny's voice ask.
"Yeah, it's me, Gin. I forgot my glasses, I can't see anything." He groaned.
"Well, go back to your room and get them then!" Ginny laughed, pointing him in the right direction. She decided to head back to her room, wandering about wouldn't help her sleep if she kept running into Harry.
Harry made his way back to his room and plucked his glasses off the bedside table. He put them on quickly, and sprinted back towards Ginny's room, hoping to find her in the hallway again. When he didn't see her anywhere, he knocked on her door.
"What?" She asked rather irritably, she was trying to sleep after all.
"I can't sleep I just want to chat for a while." Harry's voice came through the door.
"Come in then." She said trying to hide her reluctance. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.
Harry entered the room and lay down on the empty spot on the bed to Ginny's left. He turned on his side to face her, but she was lying on her back.
"So..." Harry started. Ginny rolled over to face him, and quickly burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked defensively.
"Your pajamas!" Ginny exclaimed, clutching her side and pointing at Harry's rather ostentatious shiny, gold pajamas.
"Look, I can't help what type of clothes Zachariah wears." Harry said, trying to act upset. He decided flattery might help coax her into changing the subject.
"That color looks really good on you." He said sincerely.
"Periwinkle? Really? I think it's dreadful." Ginny said, looking at him as though he were frightfully ill.
"No, not the nightgown, that pale gold color of the bedspread." Said Harry.
"Oh, well, thank you." Said Ginny. There was an awkward silence before Ginny spoke again.
"So, what did you want to talk about, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Oh anything about normal life, I'd like to avoid the subject of Lucia, Zachariah, and our whole current situation if at all possible."
"Alright then, why don't you tell me about some of the trouble you and Ron and Hermione got into before we were good friends."
"Well, let's see did you hear about the time we took the Polyjuice Potion—"Harry started.
"To turn into Crabbe and Goyle, yes! But, when Hermione told me the story, she didn't tell me why she didn't go with you and Ron. I tried to ask Ron, but he said Hermione would kill him if he told me." Ginny said getting excited to finally find out what had happened.
"Oh, well, Hermione plucked some hairs off of Millicent's robes but they turned out to be cat hairs. She had a furry face and a tail." Said Harry, trying not to laugh too hard at the memory of Hermione's appearance. Ginny, however, about split her side laughing.
"You've got to have some funny stories I haven't heard having grown up with the twins, haven't you?" Harry asked. Ginny only nodded, still twitching with laughter. "Well, out with it then!" Harry gestured for her to tell him.
"Well, you know how the stairway to the girls' dormitory at Hogwarts is enchanted so that boys can't get up it?" Harry nodded in response. "Well, Fred and George learned how to charm the staircase at the Burrow so that Percy couldn't get upstairs. That was right after he was made prefect, they had to pull one on him for that, didn't they?"
"I guess they did." Said Harry through laughter, "That's a classic, that is!"
Harry and Ginny shared stories for several hours, some funny, some sad, and some plain ridiculous. Soon, they had both tired out and fell fast asleep, lying face to face on the bed.
AN: Well, another chapter done, it took a bit longer than usual as I've been working on the website a lot, which I believe I mentioned last chapter. I hope you liked this one though, thanks for reading and please review! The site is not complete, but a lot of it is up, enough that I'm going to post the link and let you guys see what's up so far and you can tell us what you think of it. Here's the URL: Now, last time I tried to post a URL in an author's note, it wouldn't let me, so if it didn't, look in my profile and you'll find the link there. I saw the movie POA today for the 5th time, but this time was unique, I saw it in IMAX, it was great, god I love that movie!