Lost in the Music
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I desperately wish I did, but since I can't even afford the 5th book, I really don't think I could buy Harry Potter..
Ginny stumbled back into bed around one in the morning, and she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
The first thing she would remember when she woke up was Snape's detention. Okay, so she missed it. What was he gonna do about it? She dragged herself out of her dorm around noon, thankful for the weekend. Tomorrow was her day off, thank goodness. She intended to catch up on her sleep, but it appears the world had other plans for her.
"Ginny! Where were you last night? I was going to ask for help on my DADA, and I couldn't find you." Colin Creevey ran up to her when she entered the common room, his camera swinging around his neck.
Ginny was still too tired to think up even a fairly believeable lie, so she said, "Havin' fun." She walked past him with her shoulders slumped, longing to be curled up under her warm, soft comforter again. She could almost feel her fluffy, welcoming pillow beneath her head..
"Ooooffff.." *THUD* She ran into someone and lost her balance. Oh well, that's what she got for daydreaming. Even if she could practically hear her bed calling for her.
"Gin? Are you alright? You don't look too good."
After blinking a few times, Ginny finally got a good look at the one who so rudely interrupted her thoughts.
"Harry?" She could just barely mutter his name, and she didn't want to get up from the floor. She was sooooo tired..
"Ginny? Are you okay?" The last thing Ginny saw was Harry's concerned face before she passed out in the middle of the Gryffindor's red and gold common room.
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"Uhhhnnnn." Ginny suddenly found herself laying on a rock-hard bed, covered with sheets that appeared to be 99.9% starch.
"Ah! You're up already, Miss Weasely?" Madame Pomfrey stopped doing what ever it is she does and bustled over to the side of the thing that didn't even deserve to be called a piece of furniture.
"What happened?" Ginny was horribly confused. How did she get here?
"Harry brought you in, dear. You worked yourself to the point of exhaustion." Before Ginny had a chance to interrupt, the Medi-Witch said, "I have spoken with your professors, and they have all agreed to give you a week away from your classes to recuperate. You will have to make up any work though."
The woman gave what would be a reassuring smile to most, but it quickly faded when Ginny started talking.
"Why would I skip classes just to make up the work later? I wouldn't have to slightest idea of what I was doing. Not that I do anyway, but still! Keeping me out of class isn't going to help me that much. I just need to sleep for about a day, then I'll be fine!"
"Nonsense. You will stay here and sleep for the next week. It doesn't matter much what you think because you apparently can't take very good care of yourself. If you could, you wouldn't be here, would you?" The matronly woman was gone, and she had been replaced by a stern, nagging nurse.
"You don't get it, do you? I'm going to leave here whether you like it or not. There's nothing you can do."
Just as Pomfrey was going to speak her mouth again, the door opened and Professor Lupin walked in like he owned the place.
"Don't worry, Poppy. I have to talk to Miss Weasely, and I think she'll be just fine."
"But professor!"
"She's coming with me, Poppy."
Ginny had stood up and was walking out the door even before he started speaking. Remus reached out and grabbed her arm before she got two feet out the door. "Like I said, we need to talk."
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"Would you like some tea before we begin, Miss Weasely?" Remus Lupin smiled calmly at the red haired girl slouched over in one of the overstuffed chairs in front of his desk.
"No." Her frown was clearly visible, and it was incredibly obvious to the room's other occupant that she didn't want to be there.
"Alright. Have it your way. It doesn't matter to me if you go to that club in your free time, but it is affecting your school work and your health. That makes it a problem for me. Professor Snape said that you didn't show up for a detention with him, is that true?" He leaned back in his chair and looked straight at her.
"Yes." Ginny didn't intend to elaborate on her answer. What she did was no one's business but her's.
"You were at that club weren't you, Miss Weasely?" Remus had hoped that his stare would intimidate her, but apparently he was mistaken. The shy girl that always sat on the back row in his class had grown a backbone at precisely the wrong time. Before, she wouldn't have even thought about going out of the castle for something like that. She would have stayed in her common room and dreamed about it, like every shy little Gryffindor girl he used to know would have.
"Yes."
"What about singing there is so appealing to you?" He was trying to make her talk about it. Ginny couldn't tell whether she wanted to laug or cry. No one had even noticed she was gone, and here was one of her professor's, asking her what she loved about her only chance at freedom.
"I doubt you would understand what I mean, but I shall try if you will promise to let me leave after I answer."
"I can't promise that. But if I feel that you have answered satisfactorily I might consider letting you go, for now."
"Fine. I go there and sing because it makes me feel free. Nothing I have ever experienced came close to that feeling. I don't think about anything; all of my worries seem insignifigant. The only things that exist are myself, my guitar, and the crowd. That stage is my utopia. Those people standing below me aren't expecting me to live up to my brothers, because they don't even know I have brothers! It's wonderful."
"Is that it? I thought you were just trying to rebel against your family, or something like that." Remus had sat up in his chair, and was staring at her open mouthed. Her response certainly wasn't what he had expected.
"Yes. Can't I leave now?"
"You may, but you need to show up at Hagrid's hut at 7 o'clock tonight. You'll be making up your detention with him." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sighed and leaned back into chair once again. Ginny hauled herself up and slowly made her way out the door, very aware of her heavy eyelids.
She managed to drag herself back up to her dorm without running into anything, or anyone. Ginny flopped down on her bed and curled up beneath the warm sheets..
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Ginny finally woke up; just in time, too. She had about ten minutes to get herself to Hagrid's home for her detention.
She pulled on her shoes; which she had carelessly tossed across the room, and her threadbare cloak. Then she rushed down the stairs and out past the Fat Lady's portrait.
About seven minutes later she was bent over panting in front of Hagrid's door. She didn't see the door open, or the dog jump out.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Fang ran up and pounced on Ginny, slobbering all over her face and cloak. She sighed, having heard many tales of Fang's "friendliness".
"Hello, Ginny. Get offa her, Fang!" The dog pulled himself off her at the half giant's command.
"Are you ready to go?" Hagrid was carrying his crossbow and wearing his heavy coat.
"Ready to go where?" Ginny was still laying on the ground, and she was blinking up at him.
"To the Forest. That's where you're gonna serve your detention."
"Whhhhaaaatttttt?!?!?!"
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Ginny dragged herself back to bed after a fairly normal experience in the Forbidden Forest. They hadn't stumbled upon anything dangerous, and they had collected some type of moss. Hagrid said Madame Pomfrey wanted it because it helped stop bleeding..
Ginny was asleep before her head hit the pillow, again.
A/N- Is this any better than the last two? I thought that I should tell
about her school life because I've already detailed what she does
otherwise.
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I don't own it. I desperately wish I did, but since I can't even afford the 5th book, I really don't think I could buy Harry Potter..
Ginny stumbled back into bed around one in the morning, and she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
The first thing she would remember when she woke up was Snape's detention. Okay, so she missed it. What was he gonna do about it? She dragged herself out of her dorm around noon, thankful for the weekend. Tomorrow was her day off, thank goodness. She intended to catch up on her sleep, but it appears the world had other plans for her.
"Ginny! Where were you last night? I was going to ask for help on my DADA, and I couldn't find you." Colin Creevey ran up to her when she entered the common room, his camera swinging around his neck.
Ginny was still too tired to think up even a fairly believeable lie, so she said, "Havin' fun." She walked past him with her shoulders slumped, longing to be curled up under her warm, soft comforter again. She could almost feel her fluffy, welcoming pillow beneath her head..
"Ooooffff.." *THUD* She ran into someone and lost her balance. Oh well, that's what she got for daydreaming. Even if she could practically hear her bed calling for her.
"Gin? Are you alright? You don't look too good."
After blinking a few times, Ginny finally got a good look at the one who so rudely interrupted her thoughts.
"Harry?" She could just barely mutter his name, and she didn't want to get up from the floor. She was sooooo tired..
"Ginny? Are you okay?" The last thing Ginny saw was Harry's concerned face before she passed out in the middle of the Gryffindor's red and gold common room.
()~()~()~()~()~()~()~()
"Uhhhnnnn." Ginny suddenly found herself laying on a rock-hard bed, covered with sheets that appeared to be 99.9% starch.
"Ah! You're up already, Miss Weasely?" Madame Pomfrey stopped doing what ever it is she does and bustled over to the side of the thing that didn't even deserve to be called a piece of furniture.
"What happened?" Ginny was horribly confused. How did she get here?
"Harry brought you in, dear. You worked yourself to the point of exhaustion." Before Ginny had a chance to interrupt, the Medi-Witch said, "I have spoken with your professors, and they have all agreed to give you a week away from your classes to recuperate. You will have to make up any work though."
The woman gave what would be a reassuring smile to most, but it quickly faded when Ginny started talking.
"Why would I skip classes just to make up the work later? I wouldn't have to slightest idea of what I was doing. Not that I do anyway, but still! Keeping me out of class isn't going to help me that much. I just need to sleep for about a day, then I'll be fine!"
"Nonsense. You will stay here and sleep for the next week. It doesn't matter much what you think because you apparently can't take very good care of yourself. If you could, you wouldn't be here, would you?" The matronly woman was gone, and she had been replaced by a stern, nagging nurse.
"You don't get it, do you? I'm going to leave here whether you like it or not. There's nothing you can do."
Just as Pomfrey was going to speak her mouth again, the door opened and Professor Lupin walked in like he owned the place.
"Don't worry, Poppy. I have to talk to Miss Weasely, and I think she'll be just fine."
"But professor!"
"She's coming with me, Poppy."
Ginny had stood up and was walking out the door even before he started speaking. Remus reached out and grabbed her arm before she got two feet out the door. "Like I said, we need to talk."
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"Would you like some tea before we begin, Miss Weasely?" Remus Lupin smiled calmly at the red haired girl slouched over in one of the overstuffed chairs in front of his desk.
"No." Her frown was clearly visible, and it was incredibly obvious to the room's other occupant that she didn't want to be there.
"Alright. Have it your way. It doesn't matter to me if you go to that club in your free time, but it is affecting your school work and your health. That makes it a problem for me. Professor Snape said that you didn't show up for a detention with him, is that true?" He leaned back in his chair and looked straight at her.
"Yes." Ginny didn't intend to elaborate on her answer. What she did was no one's business but her's.
"You were at that club weren't you, Miss Weasely?" Remus had hoped that his stare would intimidate her, but apparently he was mistaken. The shy girl that always sat on the back row in his class had grown a backbone at precisely the wrong time. Before, she wouldn't have even thought about going out of the castle for something like that. She would have stayed in her common room and dreamed about it, like every shy little Gryffindor girl he used to know would have.
"Yes."
"What about singing there is so appealing to you?" He was trying to make her talk about it. Ginny couldn't tell whether she wanted to laug or cry. No one had even noticed she was gone, and here was one of her professor's, asking her what she loved about her only chance at freedom.
"I doubt you would understand what I mean, but I shall try if you will promise to let me leave after I answer."
"I can't promise that. But if I feel that you have answered satisfactorily I might consider letting you go, for now."
"Fine. I go there and sing because it makes me feel free. Nothing I have ever experienced came close to that feeling. I don't think about anything; all of my worries seem insignifigant. The only things that exist are myself, my guitar, and the crowd. That stage is my utopia. Those people standing below me aren't expecting me to live up to my brothers, because they don't even know I have brothers! It's wonderful."
"Is that it? I thought you were just trying to rebel against your family, or something like that." Remus had sat up in his chair, and was staring at her open mouthed. Her response certainly wasn't what he had expected.
"Yes. Can't I leave now?"
"You may, but you need to show up at Hagrid's hut at 7 o'clock tonight. You'll be making up your detention with him." The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor sighed and leaned back into chair once again. Ginny hauled herself up and slowly made her way out the door, very aware of her heavy eyelids.
She managed to drag herself back up to her dorm without running into anything, or anyone. Ginny flopped down on her bed and curled up beneath the warm sheets..
()~()~()~()~()~()~()~()
Ginny finally woke up; just in time, too. She had about ten minutes to get herself to Hagrid's home for her detention.
She pulled on her shoes; which she had carelessly tossed across the room, and her threadbare cloak. Then she rushed down the stairs and out past the Fat Lady's portrait.
About seven minutes later she was bent over panting in front of Hagrid's door. She didn't see the door open, or the dog jump out.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Fang ran up and pounced on Ginny, slobbering all over her face and cloak. She sighed, having heard many tales of Fang's "friendliness".
"Hello, Ginny. Get offa her, Fang!" The dog pulled himself off her at the half giant's command.
"Are you ready to go?" Hagrid was carrying his crossbow and wearing his heavy coat.
"Ready to go where?" Ginny was still laying on the ground, and she was blinking up at him.
"To the Forest. That's where you're gonna serve your detention."
"Whhhhaaaatttttt?!?!?!"
()~()~()~()~()~()~()
Ginny dragged herself back to bed after a fairly normal experience in the Forbidden Forest. They hadn't stumbled upon anything dangerous, and they had collected some type of moss. Hagrid said Madame Pomfrey wanted it because it helped stop bleeding..
Ginny was asleep before her head hit the pillow, again.
A/N- Is this any better than the last two? I thought that I should tell
about her school life because I've already detailed what she does
otherwise.
