Once again, and still sadly, I do not own anything. yet. *grins
mischievously* It is all JK Rowlings. except the plot of course! ;)
Oh yeah, I changed the part that I got the Preview from, but it's still the same basic thing. Sorry!
Stepping Sideways
Chapter Two: Midnight Meetings
Ginny was setting the table for supper, when the boys entered, carrying their broomsticks on their shoulders. She smiled at all of them.
"Mum's home" She said. "You better go wash up, supper is almost ready. Oh yeah, and Harry, Your stuff is already in Ron's room." She turned back to the forks she had been placing.
"Thanks, Ginny." Harry replied, before heading up the stairs behind Ron.
They came back down fifteen minutes later, drawn by the delicious smells coming from Mrs.Weasley's kitchen. "Mmmm!" Sighed Harry, "I think I came to Heaven by accident." Ron laughed, slapping him on the back. "Close to it, mate. It's Mum's Chicken pot pie and mashed potatoes!"
They sat themselves around the large, wooden table. Two minutes later, the twins came tumbling down the stairs, followed by a hungry looking Charlie and Bill. Just then, Mrs.Weasley came out of her kitchen, carry a large dish that smelled, well, heavenly! "Harry, dear!" She cried, hurriedly handing the hot pan to Ginny, who was right behind her. Mrs.Weasley rushed forward and grabbed Harry into a tight hug.
"When did you get here? How did you get here? It's so wonderful to see you, Harry dear! Oh my, I am so happy you're here! Do you have all your things? When-"
"Mum!" Ron said, stopping her tirade of questions. "Oh, yes. Sorry, dear. Here you go!" She took the steaming dish from Ginny again, and placed it on the table. Harry dug in, rather enthusiastically. The Dursley's hadn't starved him, but their supply food was definitely less-than-adequate.
It wasn't until they had started on desert that Mr.Weasley came home, looking quite unsurprised when he saw Harry.
"Hello Harry, Did you get here safely?"
Harry grinned. "It was fine, thanks for arranging it, by the way." Most of the Weasley's looked at Harry, then Mr.Weasley, in surprise, Who both looked impeccably calm, though Harry was trying VERY hard not to laugh at the looks on their faces.
"Well," Said Mrs.Weasley finally, "Who want's more desert?"
Everybody raised their hand.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"No. You take it. No. Wormtail.No.. No. Help me. please No. NO!"
Harry woke up drenched with sweat. He fumbled around for his glasses on the table beside his bed, while trying to catch his breath. He had been having these nightmares since the end of the tournament. They had not got worse, or better. They just were plain awful, and made him feel sick for a while afterwards.
Harry put on his glasses, and swung his legs out of bed, knowing it was useless to try going back to sleep for a while. Making sure he hadn't woken Ron, Harry crept out of the room, and headed downstairs toward the kitchen. Maybe he could make some tea, or have a bite to eat. Harry pressed a hand to his nauseous stomach. Or not.
Opening the kitchen door, Harry flicked on the light. Much to his great surprise, someone was already there!
"Ginny?" The younger girl looked at him.
"Harry?" Ginny replied, shutting the book she had been writing in. "What are you doing up?" they both said at the same time. Ginny gave a small smile.
"Couldn't sleep." She answered softly.
"Nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
Ginny stood up, while pulling out a chair for Harry, indicating him to sit. "I'll make us some tea." She bustled around the kitchen for a moment, and put the water on to boil, before she returned at sat back down. Ginny grinned at Harry. "You don't look so good."
Harry shrugged. "Nightmares don't sit well with me. How about you?" Ginny just shook her head. "I wish they didn't sit with me at all!" Harry nodded in understanding. "Tell me about it!" Ginny looked puzzled. "About what?" She said, "My dream?" Harry gave out a little laugh. "It's a muggle saying. It means 'I know exactly how you feel'." Ginny smiled. "Oh, ok then."
The teakettle went off, and Ginny fixed the tea, also adding what looked like a few drops of some potion into each of their cups. She handed Harry his cup, and sat across form him, sipping her own. Harry just looked in his, slightly suspicious. Ginny noticed this and explained, "Oh, don't worry. It's just a relaxing potion. Mum keeps it around the house just in case of something like this. It'll make you feel better." Harry nodded, taking a sip. Warmth spread to the tips of his toes, making him relax.
"Mmm, this is good."
"Are you hungry? I can fix you something."
Harry shook his head. "No thanks. I'm good." They sat in a companionable silence for a while, sipping their tea. Eventually, Ginny spoke.
"It was Riddle."
Harry looked at her. "What?"
"My dream." She said, looking up at him. "It was Riddle, he kept telling me to do these awful things, that I didn't want to do. But I did them, against my will. It was awful. I only had them the summer after my first year, and then they went away. But then they came back, a few weeks ago." Ginny took a sip of tea. Harry sighed.
They sipped in silence for a few moments, before Harry spoke.
"Mine was the night of the Third Task. I'm watching me. Watching me tell Cedric to take it with me. Telling him to do something that is going to kill him. I'm trying to warn them, stop them, but I can't. Then I see us at the graveyard, lots of green light, Cedric's dead body. Then I wake up screaming. If only I had done something!"
Harry blinked, and realized he was crying. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Harry felt a soft hand grab his own. He looked up to see Ginny's sympathetic, tear filled eyes. "It wasn't your fault Harry. You know that. Don't torture yourself." Harry shook his head, but Ginny just squeezed his hand harder. Harry squeezed back. "Thanks Gin. I guess I can say the same to you." Ginny nodded.
"Yes, you can. I'm always here Harry." She let go of Harry's hand, picked up their empty cups, and put them in the sink. For some strange reason, Harry wished she hadn't let go.
"Same with me." He answered. Ginny smiled. "Good. Now we better get some sleep. Goodnight Harry." "Goodnight, Ginny." He went with his impulse, and hugged her. "Thank you." She hugged him back. "Anytime."
Harry trudged back up the stairs, and collapsed onto his bed. Taking off his glasses, he grinned. He was glad he went down to the kitchen that night. He let out a soft sigh. And for the first time in weeks, Harry Potter fell asleep with a smile on his face.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
WooHoo! There ya go! I got to go to bed now, it's late! Hope you enjoy! Thanks for all the reviews guys! :-D Hehe. Luv ya'all ~BabeyRachey
Preview of the Next Chapter:
Harry knocked on Ginny's door again. "Gin, are you in there?" He heard a soft crying. "Ginny?!" He knocked harder. "Is everything ok?" The reply was so soft, that he was sure it wasn't meant for him to hear, but he still heard it, and it frightened him.
"No."
(Whats gonna happen next? Dun dun dun!)
Oh yeah, I changed the part that I got the Preview from, but it's still the same basic thing. Sorry!
Stepping Sideways
Chapter Two: Midnight Meetings
Ginny was setting the table for supper, when the boys entered, carrying their broomsticks on their shoulders. She smiled at all of them.
"Mum's home" She said. "You better go wash up, supper is almost ready. Oh yeah, and Harry, Your stuff is already in Ron's room." She turned back to the forks she had been placing.
"Thanks, Ginny." Harry replied, before heading up the stairs behind Ron.
They came back down fifteen minutes later, drawn by the delicious smells coming from Mrs.Weasley's kitchen. "Mmmm!" Sighed Harry, "I think I came to Heaven by accident." Ron laughed, slapping him on the back. "Close to it, mate. It's Mum's Chicken pot pie and mashed potatoes!"
They sat themselves around the large, wooden table. Two minutes later, the twins came tumbling down the stairs, followed by a hungry looking Charlie and Bill. Just then, Mrs.Weasley came out of her kitchen, carry a large dish that smelled, well, heavenly! "Harry, dear!" She cried, hurriedly handing the hot pan to Ginny, who was right behind her. Mrs.Weasley rushed forward and grabbed Harry into a tight hug.
"When did you get here? How did you get here? It's so wonderful to see you, Harry dear! Oh my, I am so happy you're here! Do you have all your things? When-"
"Mum!" Ron said, stopping her tirade of questions. "Oh, yes. Sorry, dear. Here you go!" She took the steaming dish from Ginny again, and placed it on the table. Harry dug in, rather enthusiastically. The Dursley's hadn't starved him, but their supply food was definitely less-than-adequate.
It wasn't until they had started on desert that Mr.Weasley came home, looking quite unsurprised when he saw Harry.
"Hello Harry, Did you get here safely?"
Harry grinned. "It was fine, thanks for arranging it, by the way." Most of the Weasley's looked at Harry, then Mr.Weasley, in surprise, Who both looked impeccably calm, though Harry was trying VERY hard not to laugh at the looks on their faces.
"Well," Said Mrs.Weasley finally, "Who want's more desert?"
Everybody raised their hand.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"No. You take it. No. Wormtail.No.. No. Help me. please No. NO!"
Harry woke up drenched with sweat. He fumbled around for his glasses on the table beside his bed, while trying to catch his breath. He had been having these nightmares since the end of the tournament. They had not got worse, or better. They just were plain awful, and made him feel sick for a while afterwards.
Harry put on his glasses, and swung his legs out of bed, knowing it was useless to try going back to sleep for a while. Making sure he hadn't woken Ron, Harry crept out of the room, and headed downstairs toward the kitchen. Maybe he could make some tea, or have a bite to eat. Harry pressed a hand to his nauseous stomach. Or not.
Opening the kitchen door, Harry flicked on the light. Much to his great surprise, someone was already there!
"Ginny?" The younger girl looked at him.
"Harry?" Ginny replied, shutting the book she had been writing in. "What are you doing up?" they both said at the same time. Ginny gave a small smile.
"Couldn't sleep." She answered softly.
"Nightmare?"
"Yeah."
"Me too."
Ginny stood up, while pulling out a chair for Harry, indicating him to sit. "I'll make us some tea." She bustled around the kitchen for a moment, and put the water on to boil, before she returned at sat back down. Ginny grinned at Harry. "You don't look so good."
Harry shrugged. "Nightmares don't sit well with me. How about you?" Ginny just shook her head. "I wish they didn't sit with me at all!" Harry nodded in understanding. "Tell me about it!" Ginny looked puzzled. "About what?" She said, "My dream?" Harry gave out a little laugh. "It's a muggle saying. It means 'I know exactly how you feel'." Ginny smiled. "Oh, ok then."
The teakettle went off, and Ginny fixed the tea, also adding what looked like a few drops of some potion into each of their cups. She handed Harry his cup, and sat across form him, sipping her own. Harry just looked in his, slightly suspicious. Ginny noticed this and explained, "Oh, don't worry. It's just a relaxing potion. Mum keeps it around the house just in case of something like this. It'll make you feel better." Harry nodded, taking a sip. Warmth spread to the tips of his toes, making him relax.
"Mmm, this is good."
"Are you hungry? I can fix you something."
Harry shook his head. "No thanks. I'm good." They sat in a companionable silence for a while, sipping their tea. Eventually, Ginny spoke.
"It was Riddle."
Harry looked at her. "What?"
"My dream." She said, looking up at him. "It was Riddle, he kept telling me to do these awful things, that I didn't want to do. But I did them, against my will. It was awful. I only had them the summer after my first year, and then they went away. But then they came back, a few weeks ago." Ginny took a sip of tea. Harry sighed.
They sipped in silence for a few moments, before Harry spoke.
"Mine was the night of the Third Task. I'm watching me. Watching me tell Cedric to take it with me. Telling him to do something that is going to kill him. I'm trying to warn them, stop them, but I can't. Then I see us at the graveyard, lots of green light, Cedric's dead body. Then I wake up screaming. If only I had done something!"
Harry blinked, and realized he was crying. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Harry felt a soft hand grab his own. He looked up to see Ginny's sympathetic, tear filled eyes. "It wasn't your fault Harry. You know that. Don't torture yourself." Harry shook his head, but Ginny just squeezed his hand harder. Harry squeezed back. "Thanks Gin. I guess I can say the same to you." Ginny nodded.
"Yes, you can. I'm always here Harry." She let go of Harry's hand, picked up their empty cups, and put them in the sink. For some strange reason, Harry wished she hadn't let go.
"Same with me." He answered. Ginny smiled. "Good. Now we better get some sleep. Goodnight Harry." "Goodnight, Ginny." He went with his impulse, and hugged her. "Thank you." She hugged him back. "Anytime."
Harry trudged back up the stairs, and collapsed onto his bed. Taking off his glasses, he grinned. He was glad he went down to the kitchen that night. He let out a soft sigh. And for the first time in weeks, Harry Potter fell asleep with a smile on his face.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
WooHoo! There ya go! I got to go to bed now, it's late! Hope you enjoy! Thanks for all the reviews guys! :-D Hehe. Luv ya'all ~BabeyRachey
Preview of the Next Chapter:
Harry knocked on Ginny's door again. "Gin, are you in there?" He heard a soft crying. "Ginny?!" He knocked harder. "Is everything ok?" The reply was so soft, that he was sure it wasn't meant for him to hear, but he still heard it, and it frightened him.
"No."
(Whats gonna happen next? Dun dun dun!)
