A/N: Here's chapter three for you! It's about three days earlier than I usually update but I was a little board and decided to write. Hope you all like it! To all my repeat reviewers, you make me so happy! I hope you like this chapter as well. See you all in a week or sooner, and Happy Memorial Day (if you're American that is, and if your not I hope you have a splendid Monday all the same)
HarryEstel: Thank you! Yes, a conniving Ginny is a very scary thought indeed. Luck and good sense of humor is all that will save his dignity now. Hahaha.
missy me: Thanks, I hope you like this chapter as much as the last one, I'm afraid it is a bit more on the serious side, but more Light stuff to come soon!
Liz: The nervous breakdown part comes later… Yes, revenge will be there all right! See you at graduation, only 7 days! Ahhh!
Been: Thank you, this is even earlier than I usually update, but I was board…
Plotting
Harry was lying on his back on Ron's bed, throwing a ball into the air and then catching it, than throwing it again. Ron was pacing, "What do you think they are doing now?" Ron asked looking at the door.
Harry snickered to himself. " Plotting revenge, I'm sure of it" Harry said causally. Ron blanched, "We are really going to have to watch our backs," he said. Harry caught the ball and sat upright. "We? Sorry mate not getting involved with this one. Voldemort I can handle Ginny Weasly, good luck bud."
Ron had winced at the mention of that dark wizard's name. Harry rolled his eyes; the fear of the name thing was really getting old. He liked joking about it, it made the whole kill or be killed thing a bit easier to swallow.
Ron could see his friend's eyes cloud over, a sure sign a storm was brewing. Harry was his best mate; he knew when his temper was in danger of being raised.
"Hey Harry, you want to go for a it of quiddich?" He asked hopefully. As he had suspected the mention of the beloved game did the trick.
"Yeah it's been ages since I've flown" Harry said happily.
Ron rolled his eyes, he wouldn't trade Harry for the world, but he was very predictable at times.
Harry and Ron had flown for close to two hours, and would have missed dinner if it were up to them, but Mrs. Weasly came out of the house (After calling them three times) looking distinctly angry. She had gotten as far as threatening them with washing the dishes by hand if they refused to land that instant. Land they did, Ron almost directly on her, as his broom was pushed by the wind.
Dinner had been good; everyone basically talked to Hermione about how her summer had gone, since she had just arrived. Harry Ron Ginny and Hermione were all sitting in Ron's room, playing their seventh game of exploding snap when Ron declared he was tired and wanted to go to bed, the girls groaned because that meant that they would have to leave, as they were in his room. "Fine, goodnight, sweet dreams," Ginny said kindly, she then turned her head towards Ron "They just may be the last you have Ronniekins!" She added darkly. With those last happy words of parting she shut the door behind her. "Ha! I knew she didn't forget, when will you learn that girls never forget anything, ever!" Harry said smugly to his best friend as he pulled on his pajamas. "
"Shut it Harry, besides what do you know about girls anyways?" Ron muttered
"More than you apparently" Harry retorted with a laugh.
"Whatever." Came the muffled reply. The lights to the room went out with a sputter. Harry was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.
A long dark corridor was stretched out in front of him as he wandered to the end. He didn't know why he was there, but he knew it was important. Now he was in a room with a high vaulted ceiling, a jet of red light shot from across the room and a man fell gracefully behind a thin black curtain.
Harry awoke with a start. He let his ragged breathing return to normal, looking wildly around and assuring himself that he was at the burro, not in the Department of Mysteries. He had been seeing that room all summer over and over again, always the same, always Sirius. Harry knew there was no point in sitting here, he clearly wasn't going to go back to bed now, he figured he would go outside, as he had been doing everyday this week.
He reached the log that he had inadvertently stolen from Ginny, and for some odd reason he felt a slight drop in his stomach seeing that she wasn't there that night. He didn't know where that came from, seeing as how he had no reason to think she wasn't sleeping peacefully in her bed. However a pricking feeling in the back of his mind told him that she wasn't.
Ginny sat upright, not knowing what had woken her up, at first she had assumed that it was the old familiar nightmare come back to haunt her, but then she heard the soft footfalls in the hallway. She carefully maneuvered her way to the window and looked across the yard that was dimly lit in pale shadows thrown by the waning moon. A minuet went by when then a lone figure could be seen making his way across the garden and out to the orchard. Harry had been awoken again.
Ginny went back to her bed, but her mind would not shut off one bit. Harry was out in the woods alone, clearly upset by his nightmare, which is what Ginny guessed had driven him out of the house to begin with.
Ginny once more made her way across the room, to the door this time. Throwing a robe around her night things she tread down the hall, but as apposed to Harry she was silent.
She reached the log and watched him for a second, trying to see if he would want some company. She decided to take that chance.
"Fancy meeting you here." She said quietly. She smiled when he jumped a little in surprise.
"Hey Gin. I didn't hear you come up," Harry said trying to cover up his jolt.
"That was apparent, Come here often?" She said lightly. Ginny knew that he was upset about something, and she thought she knew what. She knew of course that he would be upset about the whole Department of Mysteries, but she thought his troubles went deeper than that.
"Yeah, almost every night since I've been here." He said softly.
"Anything you care to share?" Ginny asked.
"Nah, thanks though" Harry said quickly, too quickly.
"It wouldn't have to do with prophecies by any chance now would it?" She guessed.
Harry stared openmouthed at her, how did she know about that, and how did she guess that that's what he had been focusing on.
"Come on Harry, do you think I'm dumb? I was there when the orb was smashed, we didn't here the prophecy, but then again we weren't closeted with Dumbebore for nearly an hour after the catastrophe" She scoffed
"Does everyone think that's what's going on?" Harry said worriedly, he didn't want anyone to know his secret, the horror on their faces would be to much to take knowing that he put it there.
"No, you've got them fooled, but they never had a secret like I have so they don't know what that feels like. Not knowing what your friends and family would say if they knew, not being able to take their reactions and judgment, not wanting to muddle their lives with what you deem to be your problem and yours alone." Ginny said, for the second time in a day not knowing where those words had come from. "Not to mention the only other ones who know you well enough were in the hospital wing not aware of anything." She added.
Wow! When Ginny swings a hammer, she hits the nail straight on! Harry thought to himself.
"Yeah, it would have to do with prophecies as a matter of fact," Harry supplied dully.
"Yeah, I kind of figured…obviously" She joked. Harry cracked a smile, it felt good to smile and think of the prophecy at the same time, a novel concept for him till that moment.
"You know, you are in control of you fate, not a slave to it…" She stated quietly.
"Did anyone tell you that you have a habit of telling people exactly what they need to hear?" Harry asked looking sideways at her.
"No," Ginny said looking surprised.
"Well, they should have." Harry said with a shrug.
Ginny looked at the boy sitting next to him. He looked so much older, and more weary than anyone of his age should have. He seemed to carry all of his memories on his shoulders, and none of them seemed to be going well for him.
"Do you know what it is like to have your fate played by one person, feel like a card in his deck?" He said bitterly, forgetting whom he was talking to.
"Yes." Came the reminding reply.
Harry snapped back into reality and what he had just said clicked into a part of his brain that had recently shut off
"Oh my god Gin I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking" Harry hurried.
"It's fine Harry, I just think you should know that you aren't so alone. You can tell me you know, what the prophecy is, I won't tell anyone else and I promise I won't look at you any differently."
Harry was on the verge of saying no and telling her that there was nothing to tell, when he instead found himself telling Ginny everything the Dumbledore had said in his office at the end of the school year. Harry couldn't believe that was only a month ago.
"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord is born as the seventh month dies, But he will have power the other knows not. Neither can live while the other survives." Harry said dully, repeating the words that had been swirling around his head for the past month.
"So you are the one who will kill Voldemort then, or he will kill you." Ginny said softly.
Harry looked at her, she was a little stunned, and at a slight loss for words, but he saw no fear in her eyes, and no judgment.
"Harry, you kind of already knew that though didn't you?" She said conversationally.
Harry couldn't believe that he was having this type of conversation on such nonchalant terms.
"Yeah, I guess I kind of figured a lot of it, it comes as no real surprise." Harry reasoned.
"I know, morbid, but hey, you already almost died like, what, five times… not including non-Voldemort related incidents. I think your luck will hold just fine, not to mention you are a fantastic wizard." Ginny said with fervor.
"You know what, you are really easy to talk to, about anything." Harry affirmed.
Ginny smiled. "Comes with the territory of having six brothers…"
"About your youngest brother…" Harry began mischievously.
"I know, Hermione has a major crush on him." Ginny exasperatedly
Harry stared at her with his eyes wide… "Really! He so likes her!"
A slow smile crept across her face, "Now that's interesting news indeed"
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