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Chapter 4- The calm before the storm
Darkness. Nothing but darkness.
No maze, no dress, no white animals, just darkness.
Ginny tried to move but something was holding her down.
There were sounds somewhere, but she couldn't make them out. Water falling, maybe?! Steps that echoed in the back of her mind. She couldn't hear well. It was as if something was covering her ears.
There was someone talking, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. They were talking quite gladly. She tried to concentrate, but the voices were distorted, as if their echo was mixed with them. She concentrated harder. She could make out two voices now. A man and a woman. They sounded familiar.
'Tomorrow then! It's settled!'-said the mans voice.
Ginny's mind twisted and she woke up.
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Ginny looked at the mirror. There was no one there but her. For the last two weeks there had been no one on the mirrors but her.
She finished brushing her hair and stared at the mirror. One more week and she would be going back to Hogwarts. One more week and she would be able to ask Madam Pomfrey about the dreams. The school matron would never ask many questions, and Ginny knew she had to ask someone about it.
She had been dreaming of the hedge maze every night, and ever since she dreamed of Tom Riddle she felt uneasy in the garden. She felt as if she was being watched.
And tonight's dream was even stranger. She had woken up suddenly, covered with sweat, at six in the morning. And when she came back from the bathroom, she noticed that a small spot of blood was on her pillow. Bleeding from dreams was not normal, and it was the second time it happened.
She looked at the palm of her hand. It was fully healed. There was no mark or sign of a cut, as though there never were a cut. But two weeks before, she had dreamed of Tom, and he had made her palm bleed. Tonight though there was no dream. Just darkness...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind her.
'Hey Ginny, are you ready yet?'- Hermione was standing on the doorway waiting for her. She had a positively gleeful look.
'Why are you so happy?'-Ginny asked with curiosity.
'The book I ordered is coming in today!'-Hermione replied almost jumping with excitement.
Ginny rolled her eyes and whispered 'Typical!'.
Today was the usual shopping-for-school day, and that lighted Ginny mood a little. She would be getting new school stuff this year, and she looked forward to buy some knew school robes. She was tired of second hand items. And maybe this year they would buy her a pet. Ron had Scabbers, and now he had Pig, wile she never had a pet besides the puffskin her brothers used as a bludger.
The girls made their way downstairs to the kitchen to take their breakfast. The boys were already there, eating like they hadn't eaten for days. All except Harry, who was rubbing his scar. Hermione looked at him with a puzzled look.
'What's wrong Harry?'-she asked as she took a seat beside him.
'My scar as been hurting all night.'-he answered with a sleepy voice.
Everyone on the table looked at him with surprise. Harry's scar hurting could only mean one two things: that Voldemort was around or that he was in a murderous mode.
Mrs. Weasley looked at him and sighed.
'We've already sent Hermes with a letter to Dumbledore this morning. Now we just have to wait for the answer.'-she said as she added some more scrambled eggs to Harry's plate.
Ginny sat down next to Fred, and took a toast from a pile. She looked around at the table. Percy was not there, nor was her dad. They had both been working like mad, since the Quidditch museum got robbed. They got up really early in the morning, and got home late in the afternoon. All because of that women the guard said he saw. Anna Lestrange The funny thing was, nothing was actually missing in the museum.
Fudge had been to Azkaban more times these two weeks, then in the rest of his career. And he insisted that she was still there.
Ginny was eating and listening to the boys when a popping sound outside, made them all look to the door. Her father was coming in with a very tired looking Percy behind him. They both fell on some chairs and sighed.
'Hey dad, we didn't know you were out tonight!'-said Ron.
'We got an emergency at the ministry. An old lady said that she saw Lestrange near Hogsmeade.'-her dad looked exhausted.
'I'm going to take the kids shopping, dear, why don't you go lye down?!'- said her mother.
'I suppose some hour's sleep will do us some good. I'll meet you for lunch in the Leaky Caldron'
Percy made his way to his room. Her father did the same thing.
When they all finished eating they got their school lists and went to the fireplace. One by one they stepped out from the Leaky Caldrons fireplace, and when they were all there, they made there way to Diagon Alley.
Once there they split up. The twins went to their shop, Hermione went to the Book store, and the rest of them went to Gringotts. The ride in the wagon, reminded Ginny of the muggle fair. If the muggles liked those machines, they would love this. It was far better then any ride.
Ginny grinned as her mother opened the family vault. It was considerably fuller since the last time she saw it, since now most of the family was working. Last time Harry saw her family Vault, she had been embarrassed for its emptiness. But now it was full, and even though it didn't have as much money as Harry's, it had still a good amount of galleons.
After Gringotts, Hermione joined them, bragging because the book she ordered didn't arrived yet. Mrs. Weasley insisted in helping them to do their shopping, but they all argued saying that they were too old to need help.
Eventually she agreed, and went to do some shopping of her own, leaving the four of them to themselves.
First they went to the Flourish and Blots to get their new school books. Hermione glared at the shop keeper as he insisted that the book hadn't arrived in the ten minutes she was out. Next they went to Madam Malkin's were Ginny bought her so expected new robes.
The next stop was the apothecary. They all needed to refill on some of their supplies. After that they got some parchment and quills. Ginny counted the money in her bag. She still had a few galleons left, so there was enough for her to buy a pet.
So they made their way to the Magical Pets shop.
Ginny browsed through cages full of several animals, thinking if she should get a cat or an owl. Owls were very practical for mail, but cats were cuddlier.
The witch behind the counter was moving around some small cages to make way to a bigger cage with a rabbit. Suddenly one of the cages she was moving fell on the floor. The cage cracked open and a small blue bird came flying through the store without making a sound.
He flew all around the woman's head wile she tried to catch it with her hands, All of them had their hands in the air, trying to catch the small bird but he was just to fast. He did a loop around Ron's hands, and then he did a narrow escape from Harry and kept flying around the store. Then he flew around Hermione's head, and finally he landed on Ginny's shoulder.
He didn't make a sound when he flew, nor did he as Ginny took him in her hands and giggled as he flapped his small wings against the palm of her hands.
'Thank you miss.'-the woman said as she took the bird and placed it back in a cage. 'He would be flying around the store all afternoon, if you didn't catch it.'
They all looked at the bird, which was now flapping inside the small cage.
Ginny put her finger inside the cage and the bird landed on it.
'What kind of bird is he?'-Ginny asked as he nibbled her finger.
'It's a Jobberknoll. A really useless bird if you ask me. Some people use its feathers for truth and memory potions, but besides that it's totally useless.'-the witch was had finished moving the cages, and now was ready to attend them.
'How much is he?'-Ginny asked.
They all stared at her.
'Ginny, Jobberknolls aren't very good pets. They aren't very loyal, and besides the feathers, there useless. Why don't you buy an owl instead?'
Ginny looked at Hermione with annoyance. Who was she to talk about useless pets, when her own cat had grown so fat that he didn't even chased gnomes anymore! She had made up her mind, and was going to take the bird.
'Please,'-she said ignoring the looks on their faces-'how much for the bird?'-
'Four Galleons.'-said the shopkeeper.
'But I must warn you, if you let that bird outside its cage, it will fly away!'-the witch added.
Ginny paid for the bird and took its small cage. Ron looked at the hours.
'Well we've still got time before lunch. Why don't we go to the Quality Quidditch Supplies!'-he said.
Both Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. It was so typical of them.
Ginny kept looking at her bird wile they were walking up the street. She didn't had Jobberknolls on Care of Magical Creatures yet, so she was bombarding Hermione with questions.
'Why doesn't he sing?'-she asked. The blue bird still hadn't made a sound.
'Because Jobberknolls don't sing. They remain silent until they die. That's when they give a scream with all the sounds they heard during their lives.'- Hermione explained.
Ginny looked at the bird. It was a pity that he didn't sing, but she didn't regret her decision to buy it. He was looking at her with his beady eyes, in a way that she thought to be very cuddly.
She was wondering what to name him. Maybe she could look up in her history book for a cute name.
As son as they arrived at the Quidditch shop, the boys went browsing through it, as if they hadn't already seen it a thousand times before. They went all joyful when they saw the new practicing Quidditch kit. It contained miniature versions of the bludgers, a self levitating Quaffle, and a returning snitch.
Harry bought the kit, and they left the store to go to lunch at the Leaky Caldron.
Her dad and Percy were already there. Soon her mom joined followed by the twins. They were all talking cheerfully, and showing their purchases at Mrs. Weasley, when her dad asked about the kit.
Harry opened the kit and showed Mr. Weasley the tiny blugers, the quaflle, and last the snitch. He let the snitch loose, and got a bronze whistle from the box. He blew the whistle, witch surprisingly didn't make any noise, and the snitch came back in to his hand.
Her dad asked Harry if he could try it, and soon was releasing the snitch and bringing it back to its hand over and over again.
After lunch Hermione insisted to go back to the book shop, claiming that her book must have arrived in the meantime. Percy and Mrs. Weasley went back to the burrow with all the shopping, and the twins went back to their shop.
Mr. Weasley went with them back to the book store.
When they arrived, they saw the back of Lucius Malfoy near the counter. Ginny frowned. Didn't that man ever go anywhere else besides Diagon Alley?!
He turned around at the sound of their footsteps, and gave them a cold smile.
'Arthur Weasley. What an unpleasant surprise'-he said with a sneer.
'I've heard that you lot at the ministry are chasing Anna Lestrange. I do hope their paying you over time, for chasing a ghost.'-he added with an unpleasant smile.
Her dad glared at him.
'And how would you know that where after Lestrange?'-he asked with suspicion.
Malfoy only seemed to smile even wider.
'Fudge told me! He said that Anna had been seen several times since the Quidditch museum was robed. But I guess you are too unimportant to be told about such things.'
Ginny looked at him. He had the same usual cold expression that he wore when he was near her father. She noticed something odd thought. Wile he was talking, he suddenly closed his hand in to a fist, and his arm shacked slightly, and then it relaxed. His cold smile never left his face.
Her father was about to answer him, but Malfoy got out his pocket watch, smiled and left in a hurry, leaving everyone staring at him.
'Now that was odd!'-Ron said as Hermione moved towards the counter.
Her father was frowning, and probably thinking about what Malfoy had said. Fudge reveling everything the ministry did, to Malfoy, was not a good thing.
Hermione finally got her book, and they made their way to the Burrow. Ginny's mind was still on Malfoy. It was the first time he walked away in the middle of scorning her father.
When they got home, the first thing her father did was to contact a few people at the ministry. Those were the people that knew about Voldemort, and were secretly helping Dumbledore.
Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry spent the rest of the afternoon outside to get out from her fathers way.
After dinner Ginny went to her room, ready to do some very late homework.
Her bird was on a big cage near the window. The cage had belonged to Errol, but the old owl didn't need it anymore since it now had a special cage for retired owls.
She opened the room's window, and sat on the desk.
Instead of opening her books, she just sat there thinking about the soon-to- be-over summer.
Her life was a mess in the beginning of the summer, with Tom appearing in mirrors, the strange dreams about the maze, and finally Tom appearing in one of those dreams and making her palm bleed.
It had all ended as abruptly as it had started. When she finally found a way to get rid of him, he stopped appearing. Everything had gone back to normal.
Ginny was restless. She couldn't help it. It was like the calm before the storm. She could fell that something was coming.
She looked down at her homework. Magic or no magic, it wasn't going to make itself, so she decided to begin with muggle studies.
Ginny pored through her books, filing the parchment in front of her with an explanation on why muggles use electricity, felling more and more sleepily at each word she wrote.
She fell asleep, with her head on her muggle studies book.
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She wasn't dreaming. She was just feeling
She could feel someone close to her. That someone was happy. She could hear things in the distance. Water falling in tiny drops. Steps that echoed somewhere in her mind. People talking.
She could fell that someone was happy. Not just happy but something else she didn't know. Like an emotion she had never felt.
The voices were getting louder. They were discussing something. She tried to hear but she couldn't make it out. There was a different voice in the background. A familiar voice that she couldn't place. The voice sounded distant and fuzzy, but all of the other voices would disappear when it sounded.
Suddenly the voice sounded loud and clear, as if someone had turned up the volume.
'Sooner then you think!'
Ginny woke up.
She was feeling dizzy and nauseated, and she muffled a scream when she looked down at her homework.
It was stained with blood.
Little spots of blood were covering her neat homework. She looked down at herself. Nothing was bleeding. There were no cuts from were the blood might have come from. She got up and ran for the mirror. No cuts on her face and neck either.
Were did that blood came from?
Ginny ran to the bathroom. Everyone was still downstairs, listening to her father talking with some people from the ministry. She washed her sweaty face, which was as white as a ghost, and went back to her room.
She grabbed her stained homework, folded it so that no one could see the stains, and put it in the paper basked.
After that, Ginny decided that it was best to meet with the others downstairs, and leave her homework for another time.
She thought that was best to sit on her bed before she went downstairs. Her mother would start fussing about her if she got downstairs looking like a ghost.
Sighing she turned to her bed, to sit down. But there was already something on her bed.
Ginny bent down to grab a single red rose that was on her bed cover. It was just like the rose that strange woman had left in her brothers store, so she didn't dared to smell it. She turned it around in her hand and noticed a small piece of parchment, inside of the rose petals.
She took it out, thinking that it might be the name of the person who sent it.
Her heart froze when she read it.
"Sooner then you think!"
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Okay, first of all, and as usual, I would like to thank all of those that reviewed. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Second I would like to apologize for taking so long to do this small chapter, but real life as got in the way. I know that this chapter is small, but it was necessary for the plot, and I promise that the next chapter, " The storm", will be much bigger, since it is the one were Voldemort makes his grand appearance.
Ill even leave you a little preview:
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Ginny ran through the empty corridors. Were did everyone go? She checked room after room, but they were all empty.
She couldn't help but to fell desperately alone.
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Five points to however finds out were Voldemort will make his grand appearance.
And another five points to the one that suggests a good name for Ginny's bird.
Chapter 4- The calm before the storm
Darkness. Nothing but darkness.
No maze, no dress, no white animals, just darkness.
Ginny tried to move but something was holding her down.
There were sounds somewhere, but she couldn't make them out. Water falling, maybe?! Steps that echoed in the back of her mind. She couldn't hear well. It was as if something was covering her ears.
There was someone talking, but she couldn't hear what they were saying. They were talking quite gladly. She tried to concentrate, but the voices were distorted, as if their echo was mixed with them. She concentrated harder. She could make out two voices now. A man and a woman. They sounded familiar.
'Tomorrow then! It's settled!'-said the mans voice.
Ginny's mind twisted and she woke up.
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Ginny looked at the mirror. There was no one there but her. For the last two weeks there had been no one on the mirrors but her.
She finished brushing her hair and stared at the mirror. One more week and she would be going back to Hogwarts. One more week and she would be able to ask Madam Pomfrey about the dreams. The school matron would never ask many questions, and Ginny knew she had to ask someone about it.
She had been dreaming of the hedge maze every night, and ever since she dreamed of Tom Riddle she felt uneasy in the garden. She felt as if she was being watched.
And tonight's dream was even stranger. She had woken up suddenly, covered with sweat, at six in the morning. And when she came back from the bathroom, she noticed that a small spot of blood was on her pillow. Bleeding from dreams was not normal, and it was the second time it happened.
She looked at the palm of her hand. It was fully healed. There was no mark or sign of a cut, as though there never were a cut. But two weeks before, she had dreamed of Tom, and he had made her palm bleed. Tonight though there was no dream. Just darkness...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind her.
'Hey Ginny, are you ready yet?'- Hermione was standing on the doorway waiting for her. She had a positively gleeful look.
'Why are you so happy?'-Ginny asked with curiosity.
'The book I ordered is coming in today!'-Hermione replied almost jumping with excitement.
Ginny rolled her eyes and whispered 'Typical!'.
Today was the usual shopping-for-school day, and that lighted Ginny mood a little. She would be getting new school stuff this year, and she looked forward to buy some knew school robes. She was tired of second hand items. And maybe this year they would buy her a pet. Ron had Scabbers, and now he had Pig, wile she never had a pet besides the puffskin her brothers used as a bludger.
The girls made their way downstairs to the kitchen to take their breakfast. The boys were already there, eating like they hadn't eaten for days. All except Harry, who was rubbing his scar. Hermione looked at him with a puzzled look.
'What's wrong Harry?'-she asked as she took a seat beside him.
'My scar as been hurting all night.'-he answered with a sleepy voice.
Everyone on the table looked at him with surprise. Harry's scar hurting could only mean one two things: that Voldemort was around or that he was in a murderous mode.
Mrs. Weasley looked at him and sighed.
'We've already sent Hermes with a letter to Dumbledore this morning. Now we just have to wait for the answer.'-she said as she added some more scrambled eggs to Harry's plate.
Ginny sat down next to Fred, and took a toast from a pile. She looked around at the table. Percy was not there, nor was her dad. They had both been working like mad, since the Quidditch museum got robbed. They got up really early in the morning, and got home late in the afternoon. All because of that women the guard said he saw. Anna Lestrange The funny thing was, nothing was actually missing in the museum.
Fudge had been to Azkaban more times these two weeks, then in the rest of his career. And he insisted that she was still there.
Ginny was eating and listening to the boys when a popping sound outside, made them all look to the door. Her father was coming in with a very tired looking Percy behind him. They both fell on some chairs and sighed.
'Hey dad, we didn't know you were out tonight!'-said Ron.
'We got an emergency at the ministry. An old lady said that she saw Lestrange near Hogsmeade.'-her dad looked exhausted.
'I'm going to take the kids shopping, dear, why don't you go lye down?!'- said her mother.
'I suppose some hour's sleep will do us some good. I'll meet you for lunch in the Leaky Caldron'
Percy made his way to his room. Her father did the same thing.
When they all finished eating they got their school lists and went to the fireplace. One by one they stepped out from the Leaky Caldrons fireplace, and when they were all there, they made there way to Diagon Alley.
Once there they split up. The twins went to their shop, Hermione went to the Book store, and the rest of them went to Gringotts. The ride in the wagon, reminded Ginny of the muggle fair. If the muggles liked those machines, they would love this. It was far better then any ride.
Ginny grinned as her mother opened the family vault. It was considerably fuller since the last time she saw it, since now most of the family was working. Last time Harry saw her family Vault, she had been embarrassed for its emptiness. But now it was full, and even though it didn't have as much money as Harry's, it had still a good amount of galleons.
After Gringotts, Hermione joined them, bragging because the book she ordered didn't arrived yet. Mrs. Weasley insisted in helping them to do their shopping, but they all argued saying that they were too old to need help.
Eventually she agreed, and went to do some shopping of her own, leaving the four of them to themselves.
First they went to the Flourish and Blots to get their new school books. Hermione glared at the shop keeper as he insisted that the book hadn't arrived in the ten minutes she was out. Next they went to Madam Malkin's were Ginny bought her so expected new robes.
The next stop was the apothecary. They all needed to refill on some of their supplies. After that they got some parchment and quills. Ginny counted the money in her bag. She still had a few galleons left, so there was enough for her to buy a pet.
So they made their way to the Magical Pets shop.
Ginny browsed through cages full of several animals, thinking if she should get a cat or an owl. Owls were very practical for mail, but cats were cuddlier.
The witch behind the counter was moving around some small cages to make way to a bigger cage with a rabbit. Suddenly one of the cages she was moving fell on the floor. The cage cracked open and a small blue bird came flying through the store without making a sound.
He flew all around the woman's head wile she tried to catch it with her hands, All of them had their hands in the air, trying to catch the small bird but he was just to fast. He did a loop around Ron's hands, and then he did a narrow escape from Harry and kept flying around the store. Then he flew around Hermione's head, and finally he landed on Ginny's shoulder.
He didn't make a sound when he flew, nor did he as Ginny took him in her hands and giggled as he flapped his small wings against the palm of her hands.
'Thank you miss.'-the woman said as she took the bird and placed it back in a cage. 'He would be flying around the store all afternoon, if you didn't catch it.'
They all looked at the bird, which was now flapping inside the small cage.
Ginny put her finger inside the cage and the bird landed on it.
'What kind of bird is he?'-Ginny asked as he nibbled her finger.
'It's a Jobberknoll. A really useless bird if you ask me. Some people use its feathers for truth and memory potions, but besides that it's totally useless.'-the witch was had finished moving the cages, and now was ready to attend them.
'How much is he?'-Ginny asked.
They all stared at her.
'Ginny, Jobberknolls aren't very good pets. They aren't very loyal, and besides the feathers, there useless. Why don't you buy an owl instead?'
Ginny looked at Hermione with annoyance. Who was she to talk about useless pets, when her own cat had grown so fat that he didn't even chased gnomes anymore! She had made up her mind, and was going to take the bird.
'Please,'-she said ignoring the looks on their faces-'how much for the bird?'-
'Four Galleons.'-said the shopkeeper.
'But I must warn you, if you let that bird outside its cage, it will fly away!'-the witch added.
Ginny paid for the bird and took its small cage. Ron looked at the hours.
'Well we've still got time before lunch. Why don't we go to the Quality Quidditch Supplies!'-he said.
Both Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. It was so typical of them.
Ginny kept looking at her bird wile they were walking up the street. She didn't had Jobberknolls on Care of Magical Creatures yet, so she was bombarding Hermione with questions.
'Why doesn't he sing?'-she asked. The blue bird still hadn't made a sound.
'Because Jobberknolls don't sing. They remain silent until they die. That's when they give a scream with all the sounds they heard during their lives.'- Hermione explained.
Ginny looked at the bird. It was a pity that he didn't sing, but she didn't regret her decision to buy it. He was looking at her with his beady eyes, in a way that she thought to be very cuddly.
She was wondering what to name him. Maybe she could look up in her history book for a cute name.
As son as they arrived at the Quidditch shop, the boys went browsing through it, as if they hadn't already seen it a thousand times before. They went all joyful when they saw the new practicing Quidditch kit. It contained miniature versions of the bludgers, a self levitating Quaffle, and a returning snitch.
Harry bought the kit, and they left the store to go to lunch at the Leaky Caldron.
Her dad and Percy were already there. Soon her mom joined followed by the twins. They were all talking cheerfully, and showing their purchases at Mrs. Weasley, when her dad asked about the kit.
Harry opened the kit and showed Mr. Weasley the tiny blugers, the quaflle, and last the snitch. He let the snitch loose, and got a bronze whistle from the box. He blew the whistle, witch surprisingly didn't make any noise, and the snitch came back in to his hand.
Her dad asked Harry if he could try it, and soon was releasing the snitch and bringing it back to its hand over and over again.
After lunch Hermione insisted to go back to the book shop, claiming that her book must have arrived in the meantime. Percy and Mrs. Weasley went back to the burrow with all the shopping, and the twins went back to their shop.
Mr. Weasley went with them back to the book store.
When they arrived, they saw the back of Lucius Malfoy near the counter. Ginny frowned. Didn't that man ever go anywhere else besides Diagon Alley?!
He turned around at the sound of their footsteps, and gave them a cold smile.
'Arthur Weasley. What an unpleasant surprise'-he said with a sneer.
'I've heard that you lot at the ministry are chasing Anna Lestrange. I do hope their paying you over time, for chasing a ghost.'-he added with an unpleasant smile.
Her dad glared at him.
'And how would you know that where after Lestrange?'-he asked with suspicion.
Malfoy only seemed to smile even wider.
'Fudge told me! He said that Anna had been seen several times since the Quidditch museum was robed. But I guess you are too unimportant to be told about such things.'
Ginny looked at him. He had the same usual cold expression that he wore when he was near her father. She noticed something odd thought. Wile he was talking, he suddenly closed his hand in to a fist, and his arm shacked slightly, and then it relaxed. His cold smile never left his face.
Her father was about to answer him, but Malfoy got out his pocket watch, smiled and left in a hurry, leaving everyone staring at him.
'Now that was odd!'-Ron said as Hermione moved towards the counter.
Her father was frowning, and probably thinking about what Malfoy had said. Fudge reveling everything the ministry did, to Malfoy, was not a good thing.
Hermione finally got her book, and they made their way to the Burrow. Ginny's mind was still on Malfoy. It was the first time he walked away in the middle of scorning her father.
When they got home, the first thing her father did was to contact a few people at the ministry. Those were the people that knew about Voldemort, and were secretly helping Dumbledore.
Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry spent the rest of the afternoon outside to get out from her fathers way.
After dinner Ginny went to her room, ready to do some very late homework.
Her bird was on a big cage near the window. The cage had belonged to Errol, but the old owl didn't need it anymore since it now had a special cage for retired owls.
She opened the room's window, and sat on the desk.
Instead of opening her books, she just sat there thinking about the soon-to- be-over summer.
Her life was a mess in the beginning of the summer, with Tom appearing in mirrors, the strange dreams about the maze, and finally Tom appearing in one of those dreams and making her palm bleed.
It had all ended as abruptly as it had started. When she finally found a way to get rid of him, he stopped appearing. Everything had gone back to normal.
Ginny was restless. She couldn't help it. It was like the calm before the storm. She could fell that something was coming.
She looked down at her homework. Magic or no magic, it wasn't going to make itself, so she decided to begin with muggle studies.
Ginny pored through her books, filing the parchment in front of her with an explanation on why muggles use electricity, felling more and more sleepily at each word she wrote.
She fell asleep, with her head on her muggle studies book.
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She wasn't dreaming. She was just feeling
She could feel someone close to her. That someone was happy. She could hear things in the distance. Water falling in tiny drops. Steps that echoed somewhere in her mind. People talking.
She could fell that someone was happy. Not just happy but something else she didn't know. Like an emotion she had never felt.
The voices were getting louder. They were discussing something. She tried to hear but she couldn't make it out. There was a different voice in the background. A familiar voice that she couldn't place. The voice sounded distant and fuzzy, but all of the other voices would disappear when it sounded.
Suddenly the voice sounded loud and clear, as if someone had turned up the volume.
'Sooner then you think!'
Ginny woke up.
She was feeling dizzy and nauseated, and she muffled a scream when she looked down at her homework.
It was stained with blood.
Little spots of blood were covering her neat homework. She looked down at herself. Nothing was bleeding. There were no cuts from were the blood might have come from. She got up and ran for the mirror. No cuts on her face and neck either.
Were did that blood came from?
Ginny ran to the bathroom. Everyone was still downstairs, listening to her father talking with some people from the ministry. She washed her sweaty face, which was as white as a ghost, and went back to her room.
She grabbed her stained homework, folded it so that no one could see the stains, and put it in the paper basked.
After that, Ginny decided that it was best to meet with the others downstairs, and leave her homework for another time.
She thought that was best to sit on her bed before she went downstairs. Her mother would start fussing about her if she got downstairs looking like a ghost.
Sighing she turned to her bed, to sit down. But there was already something on her bed.
Ginny bent down to grab a single red rose that was on her bed cover. It was just like the rose that strange woman had left in her brothers store, so she didn't dared to smell it. She turned it around in her hand and noticed a small piece of parchment, inside of the rose petals.
She took it out, thinking that it might be the name of the person who sent it.
Her heart froze when she read it.
"Sooner then you think!"
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Okay, first of all, and as usual, I would like to thank all of those that reviewed. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Second I would like to apologize for taking so long to do this small chapter, but real life as got in the way. I know that this chapter is small, but it was necessary for the plot, and I promise that the next chapter, " The storm", will be much bigger, since it is the one were Voldemort makes his grand appearance.
Ill even leave you a little preview:
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Ginny ran through the empty corridors. Were did everyone go? She checked room after room, but they were all empty.
She couldn't help but to fell desperately alone.
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Five points to however finds out were Voldemort will make his grand appearance.
And another five points to the one that suggests a good name for Ginny's bird.