Disclaimer: This is J.K Rowling's book, I just added on. I take no credit for it. I also would like to thank my friend Aubrye for helping me come up with new ideas, though she didn't know she was at the time. Enjoy!
Chapter 1-
Ginny walked out of Flourish and Blotts and strait into someone. She murmured an apology and continued on her way. Then reality finally hit her. She turned to the stranger again and embraced him in a giant hug. "Harry!"
Her best friend Harry Potter swung her around laughing. He finally sat her on the ground again and waited for her to regain her balance.
"But how did you get here?" Ginny questioned, "Away from the Dursley's and all?" Her hand was still on Harry's shoulder but neither seemed to notice or mind.
"Ask Ron." Harry said, grinning. He led Ginny by the hand to the Leaky Caldron. "Come on, I'll buy you a butterbeer."
When Ginny entered the pub she immediately saw her brother and his girlfriend Hermione in a booth towards the back. Harry interrupted her thoughts.
"We're meeting Ron and Hermione." Harry said as he directed her towards his friends.
"Nothing like stating the obvious Harry."
Harry grinned at Ginny as he scooted over by Ron.
"I see you've found her Harry." Ron said, his arm draped around Hermione's shoulders.
"Yeah she was just leaving Flourish and Blotts. What all did you buy anyway?" He asked suddenly remembering the large bag Ginny had been carrying.
"Oh, you know the usual course books and a few books that looked like good reading.." Ginny blushed, realizing how much she sounded like Hermione. She may be her best friend, but Ginny didn't want to sound like a bookworm.
Harry found he quite liked the blush that spread over Ginny's cheeks when attention was directed her way. He averted his gaze long enough to order two butterbeers from the waitress before going back to studying Ginny.
Ginny looked around and noticed all the attention her friend seemed to be getting. Harry may be use to it but Ginny was having a hard time adjusting so well. Harry seemed to notice her uneasiness because he gave her a knowing smile. She looked down, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"So Gin, where else do you need to go?" Hermione asked, making Ginny look up again. She had noticed her friend shifting uncomfortably in her seat and realized she hadn't been outside Hogwarts with Harry before. Ginny was so shy it was no wonder she was having problems with all the attention.
"Oh, um, just to Madame Malkin's." Ginny thanked the waitress as she was handed her drink. She turned back to Hermione. "Do you need to buy anything, Mione?"
"No, I just came for the fun of it." Ginny nodded at Hermione's answer but couldn't help noticing how closely Hermione was snuggled to Ron. She smiled at Hermione.
"The fun of shopping or my brother?" Harry nearly chocked on his butterbeer. He fought to keep it in his mouth so it wouldn't get all over Ginny. Ron's ears turned bright red and Hermione looked down, her face flushed. Ginny merely burst out laughing. Harry was not slow long in joining her in her merriment.
"That's not funny, Gin!" Ron said, though he was too embarrassed to be annoyed at his little sister's tact. Lack of tact is more like it.
Hermione seemed to still be utterly speechless. She was studying her flagon very carefully to avoid any direct eye contact. This didn't escape Ginny's notice either. In fact, it made her and Harry laugh harder than before. Ginny tried to stand up to keep from rolling on the floor laughing, but tripped over Harry's foot. She fell to the ground, still laughing.
"Sorry, Gin." Harry said, standing and offering her a hand. Ginny took the offered hand and stood up. "Shall we get going; it's getting late. You don't want your mom to worry, Ron." Harry turned to Ron, and grabbed Ginny's bags for her. He left money and a tip on the table and the four of them headed to Madame Malkin's.
Once they entered the door Ginny was on edge. She started looking at her worn clothes self-consciously. She tensed suddenly when she saw something that caught her eye. Harry followed her gaze and saw a fifth year Slytherin girl talking to s group of people. Ginny immediately turned to leave.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" Ron asked, not noticing the fifth year. He gave his sister a puzzled look.
"Nothing, Harry's right, it's late and mum will get worried if were not home and-" Ginny realized she was babbling and stopped abruptly.
"Gin?" Hermione asked, "What's up?" Hermione looked genuinely concerned.
"Nothing lets go!" Ginny's eyes widened suddenly.
Harry turned around and saw the fifth year heading towards her. He watched, as Ginny became mute. She turned to leave the store.
"Well, if it isn't little Ms Weasley." The girl drawled. Harry looked on as Ginny turned around quickly, feigning a look of genuine surprise.
"Oh, Micah, hi!" Ginny was proud of the way she kept her cool. She looked at Micah and her friend with something akin to boredom.
"Hi," Micah said, looking Ginny up and down with disdain. "Can't say it was a pleasure but whatever."
Ron felt immediate dislike for the red haired Slytherin. There was something about her that made him want to beat her into a pulp. And besides that she was being rude to his little sister,
"Sod off, Micah." Ginny said, her eyes blazing. Micah took a step closer to her, looking down at Ginny menacingly. Ginny felt the need to take a step or two back, but ignored the urge. Instead she returned Micah's glare.
"What did you say, Weasel?"
"You heard me, or are you as deaf as you are dumb?"
"Treading on thin ice, aren't we, Weasley? You seem to have a mouth around Potter, well what's to expect with him being famous and all, but who would expect to see him pity you?" Micah had a smug look of triumph on her face. She knew she had hit Ginny's weak spot.
Ginny just glared at her fellow fifth year. "Micah, you had better shut up before you get slugged." Ginny warned, her eyes ablaze.
"Oh really? Have you Seen this?" Micah said sarcastically, and took great pleasure that Ginny noticeably paled at her words. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was sure you would have told Harry about your Power to See."
Ginny stared at Micah in disbelief. How could she stoop that low? Ginny turned and saw Harry's look of utter disbelief. "I'm sorry Harry; I was going to tell you. Really, I was."
"Oh, I suppose this means he doesn't know what you Saw at the Tournament, either?"
Harry looked at Ginny and watched as she went completely white. When she turned and looked at him, tears stinging her eyes, he felt as though he would die from all the sorrow and pain he saw in her bright brown eyes. He gave Ginny a questioning look.
The look was Ginny's undoing. She turned and fled from the store, tears streaming down her face. Harry shot the now laughing Micah a look of pure hatred before he rushed after Ginny.
"Ginny!" Harry panted as soon as he reached Ginny. She was sitting on a bench outside Madame Malkin's sobbing. He sat down beside her, and tried to calm his racing thoughts. When he finally had his emotions under control he turned to Ginny once again. "Ginny, what's wrong? What was that girl talking about?"
When Ginny looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow and hurt, Harry felt the strong urge to crush her in a big hug and tell her that everything would be all right.
"Harry, I can See." Ginny said sadly. Harry could tell that that simple sentence cost her a great deal. He nodded slowly, not sure he understood why this could cause such a dilemma, but he was afraid to ask. Instead he just waited patiently for her to continue.
"So what did you See about the tournament?" Harry asked cautiously. He knew he might not like the answer, but he had to know.
Ginny shook her head. "No Harry, I can't."
Harry could feel his temper rising. What's the big secret anyway? "Tell me Ginny." He stated his tone cool. He was getting frustrated.
"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I can't?" Ginny cried, rising from the bench quickly. "Harry, maybe I can't. Maybe I don't want to tell you. But does it matter that I See it every time I close my eyes? Does it matter to you? No! It doesn't Harry. You would hate me forever if I told you and I can't live with that, Harry. I can't live with that!" Tears were now rolling freely down Ginny's face.
Harry wouldn't let her off the hook that easily. He got up and ran after her, catching her quickly. "Tell me Ginny." He repeated, holding her arm firmly so she couldn't wriggle free. When she finally looked at him, he was angry with himself for what he saw reflected in the depths of her amber eyes.
"You want to know what I Saw Harry?" She wrenched her arm free. "I Saw Cedric die." With that painful admission, she fled. Harry was lost in his tormented thoughts when he heard a familiar scream pierce the air.
Ginny! He thought to himself. He rushed through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley, calling Ginny's name. When he finally found her he felt his anger rising to a dangerous level. The scene that met his eyes made his breath catch in his throat. Two Death Eaters were holding Ginny captive. The taller of the two held her still while the other was binding her hands.
"Ginny!" Harry ran towards her. "You let her go!" He raged, glaring at the two servants. He drew his wand out of his back pocket, prepared to duel. He wasn't worried about being expelled or having his wand taken, the only thing that he cared about right now was saving Ginny.
"No Harry!" Ginny screamed, stopping him dead in his tracks. Before he could even blink Ginny had grabbed the port key and vanished along with her captors." No!" Harry fell to his knees and felt a wrath so fierce it alarmed him.
"Harry!" He heard his name being shouted but kept staring at the spot where Ginny had vanished. He felt someone touch his shoulder but jerked away. "Don't touch me!" He stood up and met the Ron's worried gaze. Ron did not try to touch or comfort him again. Instead he just stood there looking at Harry.
"Har-" Hermione began, but Ron shook his head. She looked down at Harry, and felt as if his sorrow was her own.
Fred and George Weasley were not long in joining them. They looked at Ron and Hermione for answers but they only shrugged.
Voldemort, mark my words, if you harm Ginny, I will kill you. Harry swore. He had never felt this hurt before. It was as if the only thing he had to live for had been taken from him, and in a way, it had.