Beyond the Grave
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Chapter 12 – Beyond the Grave
Reminder: Emerging through the nearest bookcase I grinned inwardly as I spied Jane say at a table with a boy who had his back to me. Raising a hand in greeting as I circled in closer my words caught in my throat as I recognised the messy hair and the glasses.
The boy sat talking with Jane was none other than Harry Potter.
Revalations
Jane appeared to be deep in conversation with Harry, and as I approached she saw me and visibly blanched, if that was possible for her silvery translucent skin. Harry meanwhile didn't notice his head down he continued talking...
"I have to know, how is it possible, how could I see her?"
"Perhaps you dreamed it?" offered Jane unhelpfully,
Harry slammed his fist on the table, and looked straight at Jane, His eyes were streaked with tears, a look I had become used to seeing when I looked at him, even now every one of those tears stabbed a pain straight into my heart, and once again I found myself vowing that I would stop those tears and make everything alright.
"Perhaps I was" he said coolly, but I could tell he was unconvinced. He rose from the chair and grabbing a book that was on the table between them he bowed his head slightly
"Thank you for your time"
Jane nodded wordlessly, as he turned and walked away..
"What was all that about?" I asked her,
She watched until he had turned the corner of the stack,
"He saw you?" she asked breathlessly
I nodded,
"But how? How is that possible?" she continued, giving me a thoughtful look
"I was hoping you could tell me" I replied, "Haven't you heard of anything like this happening before?"
she shook her head,
"He was asking me if I had seen you, saying he saw you, he said he had felt you presence several times"
Now it was my turn to be shocked, Harry knew when I was there? In that case he knew when I wasn't there as well and these past few months I had spent in my solitude suddenly seemed all the worse, did he know I had deserted him? I shared my thoughts with Jane,
"I don't think so," she assured me, "the way he described the feelings, they were always coming and going, very much interrupted"
I nodded, getting a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, but I chose to push it aside, once again remembering my reason for coming here;
"Jane I need your help" I stated, she looked up her cool grey eyes assessing me quizzically well they might not always have been grey, but they were now..
"I've told you before, I can't talk to Harry for you, I'm forbidden"
"No it's not that" I interrupted, wondering exactly who it was who had forbidden her and what the consequences would be ..
"I get distracted too easily, there's so many things I need to do, but I never seem to be able to do any of them, there's no way I can ever be of use if I don't do something"
She nodded in agreement, "Well, what do you have to do?"
"there's so much, where do I start?"
"Well in that case, I think we better draft out some sort of plan of action, things you must do."
I nodded and reached out for a quill on the desk on front of me, concentrating I picked it up and dipped it in an inkwell,
We'll make a list then" I grinned at my success with the quill, not noticing the expression of sadness on Jane's face
"Well what's the first point?" she asked
"I have to let Ha ….. Hey, I can pick up a quill, I can write him a notice", I grinned triumphantly, Why hadn't I thought of it before, it was so simple?
I placed the quill to the paper
"How shall I start it?" I whispered to myself,
An idea struck me, and my smile grew wider as I pressed the quill into the smooth parchment,
Without warning the pen toppled from my hand...
"Dammit" I said reaching for the quill again "I must have lost my concentration"
"It's not that easy" said Jane quietly
I looked at her narrowing my eyes, "What?"
"Don't you think if ghosts could write, wizards or even muggles would know about the second level?"
She sighed and bowed her head, "the same thing that prevents me from telling Harry about you prevents you from using a quill. I don't know what it is exactly because I've never got onto the highest levels, but something out there doesn't want the dead contacting the living, and somehow they know when you are trying to do exactly that, and they stop it"
She looked up with deep sadness showing in her expression, "I'm sorry Ginny" she finished, and rose from her seat, turning around she moved through the bookcase behind her, leaving me alone.
Anger welled up inside me, and I pushed the book off the table letting it clatter to the floor where it lay open face down.
One question kept repeating itself over and over, Why?
Why let us love?
Why did I have to die?
Why was I alone?
Why couldn't I let him know?
Why did he see me that night?
My frustrations getting the better of me I slammed my hand down on the table and buried my head in my hands, losing myself to a world of pity,
"Ginny, you couldn't help it, it wasn't your
fault", Harry sat up disturbing the crisp white sheets that covered his
battered body. I buried my face in the sheets. "It was my fault" I insisted, "I
should have been stronger, I should have fought it"
"Not everyone can" he responded placing his hand over mine, I looked up
surprised at the contact and touched by the gesture, I gazed at his distressed
face and watched dumbfounded as he reached out to brush away a tear that had
been making it's way down my cheek.
"The Imperius curse isn't something you can break easily" he continued, "it wasn't your fault" he repeated again stubbornly.
I nodded through my tears still angry with myself, fury for my moment
of weakness that had almost cost Harry his life ... If Ron hadn't turned up when
he did... well the thought alone of what could have happened and the
implication if what I would have become, they were unbearable. I vowed to
myself I wouldn't be caught again. I would not, could not fail Harry.
"Gin?" he asked, breaking my thoughts,
"Yeah Harry?" I replied looking him in the eyes. I saw a look there for a moment that I didn't recognise, almost an expression of longing for something he couldn't have. He blinked and the look was lost..
"it doesn't matter" he finished, "I thought for a moment, well it doesn't matter"
I nodded still too absorbed in my thoughts to really take much notice. Instead I began pulling on a loose cotton in his bed sheet and swore to myself that I would find whoever it was that had cursed me.
I snapped
out of my memory with a shock, my previous conversation with Jane all but
forgotten, I knew it, I hadn't done it, I
hadn't tried to kill Harry, which meant I had no reason to kill myself, which
in turn meant I had been murdered, and somewhere out there still at large was
my killer.
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