Well guys! Semester is over… Time for some fun! Sorry for such a short chapter last time but I needed to get SOMETHING out to you guys. I don't wanna lose my audience! I have so many thoughts of what's to come in this story all scrambled in my head! I can't wait to get it down! So here goes!
Mary led herself through the busy halls of the hospital to Harry's room. She couldn't believe that no one knew who the boy was! Since she had left the night before, policemen had been going door to door to ask if they knew Harry. So far he was simply a mystery.
She finally reached the half open door and slowly and quietly pushed it open. Her eyes had to adjust to the sudden loss of light before she could see the motionless form still in the same position she had left it. It hurt her to look at his boy. This one little boy who risked his life to save her dog. Who had no one now when he needed someone. She shook her head slowly.
"It's a shame that we can't find your parents Harry." She said to the body in the bed.
"We've been trying to find who you've been staying with… If your story about visiting was true…" Her eyes darted to the floor before squeezing them tightly shut.
"I didn't mean to sound like I'm accusing you of lying to me cause I don't know. And I'm sure that if you did you had a good reason for it."
Mary leaned over to take something out of her bag and sat back up with a thick book.
"I'm not going to let you be alone. So… I guess you're stuck with me!"
Hermione climbed the steps of the Wesley staircase up to Ginny's room. She couldn't' help but mentally smack herself for forgetting about Ginny. The girl had a crush on Harry since before she ever met him. She most defiantly was hurting in different ways.
Once She reached the door to her bedroom, Hermione knocked twice and then stood back. After a few seconds of silence She tried again. This time she got a response. But not the one she was expecting.
"Go Away!"
"Ginny? Are you ok in there?" Hermione asked while leaning her ear to the door with caution.
"Please go away Hermione. I… I... I'm busy!"
By the sound of her uncertainty, Hermione knew something was up.
"Ginny please open the door. I wanna talk."
"I don't' wanna talk!"
Hermione sighed and pulled out her wand.
"I don't want to do this but if you don't open the door I'll open it myself."
She heard rustling come from inside the door. Two seconds later the door was cracked open and Hermione stepped in. Ginny sat on the edge of her bed uncomfortably and never looked up at her.
"You ok?"
"Fine."
"Ginny you can tell me what's wrong. We are all going through this."
"Hermione can you please leave. I really don't want to talk!"
Ginny finally looked up at Hermione and she thought she was going to burst into flames by the look she was receiving.
"Fine… I'll talk to you later then."
Ginny nodded and looked back down at her feet as Hermione began to walk out. Before she left the room she took one swift look back at the young girl and something caught her eye. Ginny was slowly pushing a large leather-looking bound book under her bed.
Once Hermione was out the door, Ginny leapt off her bed and hurried to lock the door again. Once secure, she dropped to her knees and pulled her treasure out from under the bed. The Dragon skin covered book was then thrown on the bed next to four candles and a box of matches.
"I'll help you Harry." She whispered as she plunged the spiky key into the lock on the front cover. She leaned back as green light rushed out of the book, illuminating the room. The pages blew open in a blast of cold air until they landed on a specific spell. Ginny lit two of the candles and began to read aloud.
Harry finally stopped his doggie paddling. This wasn't getting him anywhere. No matter which direction he went in it was all the same thing. Absolutely nothing. Harry heard everything Mary said. It echoed around him like a giant PA system.
Right before he was about to give up and just continue drifting, he noticed a strange green light off in the distance. It was defiantly something new. Harry kicked out his back legs and sent himself floating towards it.