Windows to the Soul
By Ettare
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and I own no other reference to anything else.Date: 7/12/04
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JamieBell: Thank you! Yes, it is a rather interesting story. I can't really recall when I thought of the plot, but I hope to reveal it to you in the next three chapters. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Oame: Yes, I liked the prank too. As for Hermione falling for Ron? I did always wonder how that happened. Lol!
CRAZYGURL421: Sorry, I just didn't think that it should e revealed in this chapter. It will, I assure you, be very soon. I hope that you are patient enough for me to update. I hope you enjoy this chapter though!
obsessed87: Thanks! I'm glad you like it! I finally updated. Hope you aren't too mad it took so long!
Alaskenchick: I updated finally! Thanks for reviewing!
Cricket: Yeah, loved the prank. I know, I really view the world in a different light, don't I? Hope to satisfy you with this chapter as well!
Chapter Dedication: Jamie Bell
Chapter 3 The Understatement
I raced as fast as I could to my room and slammed the door behind me as hard as my physical strength would allow. The house shook a bit and drywall dust fell down from the ceiling. I hated them. I was just about to forget...forget what had happened, what was happening.
I could feel my hatred burning through my veins while I fell onto my bed. I wanted to hurt them; I needed to hurt them. No, no I couldn't. I had to get control on my emotions. It just had never been so hard.
Slowly, I managed to stop myself from doing anything irrational. I was taking deep breathes and shuddering from the power, the power that flowed deep inside of my soul. I rubbed my cool finger tips over my temples to calm my rage. It helped slightly.
The feelings just ran so deep. I hadn't felt like that for a while, and even then it was never so bad. I sighed and bounded off of my bed. I paced the floor and tried to clear my mind. That was my second mistake today.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry stared in horror as Ginny raced out of the room. They stood in an uncomfortable silence for several minutes before Ron took a seat wearily. He ran his hand through his hair and motioned for the other two to take a seat.
Hermione sat down and looked at Ron questionably. "I...I didn't mean to upset her," she said, looking back to the doorway Ginny had run through.
"I know you didn't 'Mione...Ginny's just like that sometimes." It was Harry's turn to look questionably at Ron. He strode over and plopped down in the chair across from his best friend.
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously. He had never seen Ginny act like that. What was going on?
"She's been acting like that all summer." The three of them shared different glances. "Ginny just...well...one minute she's fine and the next she on a rampage. We never know what'll set her off." Hermione's brow furrowed and her eyes took on an inquisitive look.
"Ron, I believe your sister did wandless magic." She drummed her fingers on the table while she talked. "Maybe that's why she didn't get a letter. She most definitely did magic, but I didn't see her use a wand. Perhaps the Ministry of Magic can't track things that don't include a wand. That would mean Ginny's really powerful. I read in a book, only truly strong wizards and witches can do wandless magic."
Ron spoke up, "I felt really weird while...you know...you were playing the prank. It was like something odd was right behind me, leering over my shoulder, but I couldn't turn around to see it."
"Yeah," Harry piped in. "I felt a chilly wind. What was with that?" Hermione shook her head doubtfully.
"I don't know. The book didn't say anything about weird presences or sudden chilly winds. It just mentioned that only certain witches and wizards can do it; and only the ones that are extremely gifted and powerful."
They all sat there in silence for a moment. "I think we should go and check on her. She's probably cooled down by now and I'm worried." Ron and Harry nodded their heads in consent.
The three of them stood and pushed their chairs in. They continued out the doorway and up the stairs until they reached Ginny's door.
"Well, I suppose I should...open the door, since I'm her brother," Ron's face was unusually grave and he shuddered before moving to stand directly in front of the door. He knocked twice and gulped.
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Ginny had been pacing in her room, calming herself down and clearing her head when she felt a pang. It was sharp and made her stop abruptly in her tracks. Her lip shivered slightly as she felt the sense of foreboding slithering into her thoughts.
"No, not now," she murmured, taking deep breaths to try and get rid of the feeling. Two knocks resounded in her room. Her body wheeled around and adrenaline started pumping in her veins. Her breath was coming in quick gasps as she felt the hatred return. Was there no escape from it? These emotions, would they always haunt her? Would they?
Ginny glared at the door and walked over to it. "Ginny?" a voice called from just the other side.
"Yes, Ron?" her voice came out harsh and her lip muscles were taunt.
"I-I," Ron faltered at the tone of her voice. "We just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Ginny's eyes flashed maliciously. So they were checking up on her? Why now? Why not in first year when she was dieing? Why not in second year when everyone looked at her as though she was some kind of freak? Why not in third year when everyone still avoided her like the plague and she was left with no friends?
Well, she'd show them. She would... No, she had to stop this. Luna was her friend. Luna was there for her. Yes, Luna would not be at the end of Ginny's wrath. Those who were loyal were saved. She opened the door to face them.
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Ron, Harry, and Hermione were not ready when the door jerked open and a petite redhead stood there eyeing them suspiciously. Harry felt his insides churn when he saw her there. He missed her presence when she was not with him. It made him feel the need to go search for her. Now she was standing there, livid, staring at all three of them.
"What do you want?" she gritted out. Hermione stepped forward and looked at her concerned.
"We just wanted to make sure you were alright. I didn't mean to offend you." Ginny sucked in her breath and let it out slowly staring directly ahead at the off-white wall.
"I'm okay, no need to worry about me," her answer was snipped. She thought it would be better if she answered them quickly so she could go back to the solitude of her room.
"But we do worry about you." It was Harry this time who spoke. Quite without warning, Ginny's eyes flared and swiveled swiftly towards him. Her gaze was met by the unperturbed bottle green of Harry's eyes.
"Well, don't," she said sharply as she turned around, stalked back into her room, and smashed the door back into its frame.
"That really didn't go over well," Ron mumbled as the trio walked back to the kitchen.
"Hmm," was the only sound Hermione made before delving deep into her thoughts.
"I...um...noticed that you're not mad at me anymore. I think that prank was punishment enough, right?" Hermione's head snapped in his direction then she walked quickly away with a huff.
"Hey—no! Wait!" Ron exclaimed, running after her. Harry stared at them running down the stairs and stopped. He could hear Hermione yelling downstairs and Ron retaliating.
He looked intently for one of them to come back up, but it seemed that they would be going at it for a while. Harry turned back around and head back in the direction in which he came from.
He walked right up to Ginny's door and gave it a piercing knock. He could hear shuffling from inside and resisted the urge to press his ear to the wooden plank. After around three minutes of waiting, the door opened slowly, cautiously and two large brown eyes peered at him from the shadowy room.
"Go away," he heard her voice drift out to him. She tried to shut the door, but he stuck his in the way.
"No," he called into her room. "I won't go away." And with that, he walked right into her room to see her sitting on the window seat. He watched her get up angrily and turn around to face him.
"Well, what is it?" she bit out.
"Look Ginny, I know you're mad and everything at us, but what is the problem? You're making Ron, Hermione, and I worry." This only seemed to make her angrier.
"Well, sor-ry to be an inconvenience to all of you!" she was raging; her breathing was faster than normal. He stepped forward until her was only a foot away from her body.
"You're never an inconvenience to me," he said softly to her, more calmly than she had ever seen him before. She stopped fuming for a second and just stared at him.
What in Merlin's name was he doing? Oh no, he was leaning in! His lips were mere centimeters away from hers. No! This couldn't happen. NO! And then, his lips brushed hers. It was so feather light and warm. She felt good about herself, satisfied. It was safe. When he pulled back, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. What was she going to do? So, she did the only thing she could think of. Ginny Weasley ran out the door and didn't look back.
I am sad to say that I won't be able to update at all this week. I am going away on vacation to New York City, but would love to hear what you think of my fanfic. So please review and I'll write while I'm away!
