I am not nor have ever claimed to be JK and I don't own any of the Harry potter characters
Chapter 3 – An Old Mans Mistake.
Harry stared blankly at the door that had recently been vacated by the white haired old man that had once been Harry's rock of trust in past times. Now he wondered vaguely how someone could say all of the right things and still totally miss that point. During the conversation Harry had been polite and had acted as pleased as he could at the thought of staying at the Burrow and Hogwarts for the rest of the Holidays. He had always enjoyed both places and so found that part easy. The hard part had been hiding his anger at the old man and it had taken all of Harry's skill at Occlumency to make sure that none of his anger showed on he face or in any of the mind that Dumbledore might see fit to probe. He had originally thought after much debating over the few weeks he had spent at the Dursley's that he had been wrong to argue with Dumbledore's method. After all he did similar things himself to keep his friends safe, but now he knew that he had been wrong, Dumbledore wasn't trying to protect him, he was trying to keep him alive long enough to get rid of Voldemort. The headmaster had said himself that he had been happy that he had survived the Dursley's he didn't seem in the least displeased that he had been beaten and abused for 10 years of his life or that he had never had a proper full sized meal until the first day at Hogwarts.
Now he had gone too far. At least before none of the others were in danger. At least by not informing them they could lead vaguely normal lives. Now the old fool wanted to bring them in to the fold, to train them when there was no cause. The prophecy didn't mention anything about there being several people who could kill Voldemort. No Harry was the only one who had been chosen, he was the one who had to become a murderer to save the world there was no reason to put his friends, no his family in any more danger than they already in. At least with the order they were all old enough to choose whether they wanted to fight or not but Dumbledore hadn't given the others any choice. Well Harry had had enough of the guy. He was always acting as if he knew the best and that what he said had to be followed by the letter. In this he was no better that Voldemort and he was sick of it. He made up his mind then and there that although Ginny had told him it wasn't worth trying to get rid of his family he had to try. If Voldemort found out that he was staying at the Burrow he would find his way here no matter what defensive wards were put up to surround the place. His only option was to leave as soon as he could.
However as he stepped out of the office and smelt the delightful aroma of Mrs Weasley's home cooking he decided that he would think about his escape plan later and have some dinner first. God only knew when he would next get a meal as good as the meals he always received at the Burrow. So he trundled down the hall wishing for the umpteenth time that he could be normal and could stay at the Burrow with his best friend. As he sat at the kitchen table that was groaning under the weight of the spread he sighed earning him a quizzical look for most of the tables occupants before they were all to engrossed in there own conversations to realise that Harry was even less talkative than usual as he had decided that if he was going to detach himself from the world then he best start now.
All to soon in Harry's opinion the meal was over and all of the Weasley's left to relax in various parts of the house leaving Harry wishing that the meal had never ended so he wouldn't have to go through with his plan. Quickly giving Ron an excuse that he was still tried from his arrival that morning he hurried up stairs and quickly began preparing the things he thought he would need and placing them on the top of the pile in his trunk before closing the lid. He then got into bed and pulled the covers up to cover all of him in case Ron decided to poke his head in before going to bed. With that Harry waited for the rest of the household to find there way to their separate rooms pondering how he was going to attempt his escape. Before long the only sound that could be heard in the strange house was the ghoul in the attic occasionally clanking on a pipe to make sure everyone knew he was still there. So Harry slowly got up and opened his trunk and pulled out his Firebolt and his invisibility cloak. Throwing the cloak around him and pulling the hood up he looked back in his trunk and taking one of Fred and George's latest inventions out of his trunk he placed the Levitating Lead on the four corners of the base of his trunk which instantly began to float at about waist height. Praising the ingenuity of the twins he tied the trunk to his waist and threw the end of the clock over it as well glad for once he wasn't as tall as Ron as the cloak barely fit over him and the trunk. With that Harry was ready to set of and slowly eased the door of the room open and began to creep towards the stairs when he heard a muffled cry coming from Ginny's room. Unsure of what to do he untied the trunk and placed the cloak over it before creeping into the next room down the corridor. The sight that met his eyes appalled him so much that he temporarily forgot the fact he was supposed to be silently sneaking out of the house. Ginny lay tossing and turning in her bed with the sheets twisted and tangled around her slight form moaning and crying out enough to let Harry guess she was reliving the Chamber of Secrets incident. Where most boys would have stopped to stare at the girl in only her night-dress Harry, completely oblivious to the lack of clothes on the young woman's body, ran to her side and began shaking her gently around the shoulders only briefly stopping when he heard her moan 'Harry, No, You can't die. I lo...
'Come on Ginny wake up. It's me Harry. You're safe now he can't get you here any more. Come on wake up.'
Slowly Ginny began to open her eyes sleepily. 'What? Who's there?' She asked as she stared up at Harry's dark silhouette.
'It's only me Ginny, you were having a nightmare,' He responded softly still unsure of what to do and for the first time noticing the fact that she was only wearing her night-dress and blushed deeep red thankful that the room was dark.
'Oh, Harry. It was so terrible I thought he had got you,' she cried flinging her self around his neck and sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder.
'Umm…It's Ok it was only a dream,' said Harry shakily. He was more used to being the victim of the nightmares not the one comforting them. 'Your safe back in the Burrow and I'm fine see.'
'Thank you Harry.' Ginny replied as she finally released Harry and wiped her eyes on her duvet. 'You must think I am acting like a complete prat, blubbing over a stupid dream.'
'I don't think your stupid Ginny. Remember I have them all the time as well I know what there like. Now why don't you try and get some sleep, I have to go before someone sees me here and gets the wrong idea.'
As Ginny slowly lay back down she finally noticed that Harry was still fully dressed which was strange since he had gone to bed hours before anyone else.
'Harry. Why are you still dressed?' she asked taking in his momentary shifty look before he caught himself.
'I was just going for a walk. Couldn't sleep. Night Ginny.'
'Night Harry. Thanks again.' And with that she drifted of to sleep before having time to ponder the fact that Harry was taking a stroll at one in the morning.
Harry let out a sigh of relief as he shut the door to Ginny's room and fastened his trunk back around he waist before throwing in his father's cloak. He had almost got caught then. He was going to have to be more careful. But what was he supposed to have done he couldn't very well have left Ginny to suffer the warped replay of what was undoubtedly the Chamber incident. But pushing all this aside he slipped silently down the stairs and slipped silently out of the back door leaving the house once again in a state of perpetual silence. The only sign that anything was amiss lay on the kitchen table. Upon the top clearly visible in the beam of moonlight that was shining through the small round window above the door sat a letter with the words 'To the Weasley's.' in green in on the front.
Sorry it's a little short it just was such a good Cliché ending that it needed to stop there. I promise that the next chapter will be longer.