By the time Harry made it to the quidditch pitch, he was in an awful mood. He wasn't sure of the exact reason, but was pretty sure it had a lot to do with the fact that Ginny Weasley was lying to him. And not just the fact that she was lying. Harry was positive that she was lying about something important too.
I don't understand why she can't tell me, Harry thought, I mean it's not like we're best friends, but...bloody hell, we've known each other for six years now!
"Harry!" yelled Ron Weasley from about 50 yards away, "Where have you been?"
Ron ran to meet up with Harry, broomstick in hand.
"Sorry about that Ron," Harry said thinking for moment, "Just lost track of time."
Harry wasn't sure why he didn't tell Ron about his talk with Ginny. It just didn't seem like the time to bring it up.
"S'okay mate," Ron said, oblivious of Harry's contemplative mood, "All right, let's get started. If I'm going to win us the Quidditch Cup this year, I need lots of practice."
Ron smiled as he held his broomstick up in the air, like it was a trophy. His excitement was contagious. Harry smiled back, letting his concerns about Ginny fall to the back of his mind.
"Okay, Ron," Harry said with a smirk, "Let's see what you've got."
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Oh dear, Ginny thought with a sigh as soon as she heard the portrait door close, I don't know how long I can keep this up.
She set her untouched homework down once again.
People had noticed that something wasn't right with the youngest Weasley. It had started a few weeks ago. Her friend Rowena, another 5th year Gryffindor, had began to note that Ginny looked rather tired. Lavender, a 6th year, had asked if she had ever considered a suntan charm as her face looked rather pale. Even Hermione had taken to looked concerned about her whenever she wasn't rushing around the castle for prefect duties. And now Harry.
At this rate, even Ron will become suspicious.
If only it hadn't been for those blasted nightmares. They had started in the summer, after the latest run-in with Voldemort. Ginny, unlike her brother Ron, was unafraid to say the evil wizard's name. She felt that after someone almost kills you, you are permitted certain rights.
Ginny quickly pushed aside the memories of first year that started to surface. She had more urgent things to worry about. The dreams.
They had started a few months ago.
At first they hadn't been anything special, they just seemed more real than regular dreams. They were about boring stuff, like talking with Ron at the Burrow or reading a letter from Hermione. Stuff that normally happened. Stuff that would happen a few days later and give her an odd sense of déjà vu. But then the dreams changed.
They started to grow darker and more unpleasant. At first Ginny couldn't remember what they were about when she woke. She was only left with a horrible queasy feeling and a memory of fear.
But once she'd gotten to school, the dreams began to get clearer. Images and memories emerged from the mist, along with people and places. Surprisingly they weren't dreams of the Chamber or Department of Mysteries, like she had suspected.
A month into school Ginny had started to put the pieces together, to match the voices and events.
Ron and Hermione were there, arguing with her in the library. Colin Creevy, one of her few friends, lying on the ground in the corridor- lifeless. And Ginny herself in a room reminiscent of the Chamber of Secrets with Harry standing beside her and Voldemort in front of her.
It was this final scene that scared Ginny the most. Last night she had finally seen the end of the of the nightmare. And because of what happened in her dream she had to start avoiding Harry at all costs.
Because in the dream, Ginny thought to herself, I'm the one who kills him.
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