Chapter 4
The second visit

Next night Angel again donned his "red-hair" look, having again heard that whisper that drew him. He had begun hearing this whisper last summer and had followed it for many nighttime adventures. The whisper began to tug harder in the last few weeks, intensifying each night. Now, he heard it constantly. He could no longer sleep thru the night, waking as it urged him to follow.

Each time he followed that whisper, he had found something interesting or found out something important. Earlier, he had caught wormtail inside the castle.

Tonight, the whisper had pulled so hard that he found himself at the door to the trophy room, not remembering how he got there. He slowly looked into the room, watching for any sign of Filch or Mrs. Norris. Last night had been a close call and he shuddered at the thought of coming face to face with Filch.

He quickly crossed to the closet and opened the door. There they were, those beautiful robes. And there was that wonderful scarlet cape with the gold tassel. He slung the cape over his shoulder and stepped back out of the closet to look at his reflection in a large trophy. Boy, did he look cool. He closed his eyes and imagined himself to be soaring over the quidditch pitch. Yes, he was a great quidditch player, the best of them all.

He opened his eyes, wanting to see himself in his robe again, but this time not only was he looking back out of the trophy, but there was someone else looking back; a very familiar somebody; a very familiar somebody with long red hair and freckles.

"Ginny! What are you…?"

There stood Ginny, arms crossed and toe tapping. "Angel!"

"How did you know it was me?"

"Hmph! Never you mind…… What In the World!

Angel winked at her. "Just out for a walk. Kind of cramped in the dorms." Walking back towards the robes he said, "Hey Gin, look at these. Aren't they cool?"

Now Ginny had accompanied Angel on several nighttime quests in the past, but they were now in fifth year. And as Ginny thought they were getting too old for these adventures, they had not gone out since end of last year.

Ginny looked toward the ceiling and shook her head. She had every intention of making him return to the common room, but she really didn't feel like returning either. She really felt like spending time alone with her Angel. And, as Dobby was busy cleaning the common room, there was no privacy there.

When she looked back at him she was smiling. "Well, since we're here, we might as well take a look around," she said. "Who do you think this one belonged to?" And taking a robe from the closet, she put it around her shoulders.

"Aden Black, Slytherin seeker," said a proud voice from the hangar.

A shiver went down Angel's back. Another Black, and a stinking Slytherin. He knew that there had once been many branches of the Black family.

"Ginny, that's a Slytherin robe."

"Yes, but it is such a nice green. It's my color, don't you think."

"Quit teasing. Take that thing off."

But Ginny just made a face at him, and sat down, cross legged, her wand lit on the closet floor in front of her. She began pulling boxes out. Knowing he had lost the "argument", Angel screwed up his face and was once again the handsome, black haired boy.

He wanted to look into the boxes that were at the very back of the closet. He got down on his knees, and stretched to reach them. "Gin, you were following me last night, weren't you?"

"Um, maybe…….." Her thoughts drifted off. She wondered about the Blacks. Were there other Blacks still around? She had never heard of any. But there probably were other Black women who married into other families; just like Mrs. Tonks, Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. LeStrange. Ginny had always liked Sirius and had often wished that he would have gotten married and had a son. She thought she would really have liked that son. A tear leaked from her eye and she felt a pain in her chest as she thought about Sirius. She had not known him long, but she missed him.

She pried open the lid on a long, flat box. "OOOOH look, pennants!"

Angel turned around to look, but instead of seeing the pennants, his eyes rested on Ginny. The wand light was shining in her brown eyes and dancing in her red hair. He continued to look at her as he crawled across the floor towards her, sliding a box as he went.

Still looking at Ginny, Angel began opening the box. He slid his finger under the top flap and felt a prickle of pain. "damn!" His finger was bleeding.

Ginny quickly grabbed his hand. "Let me take a look."

"Ginny, it's only a paper cut." Angel tried to move his hand away.

"Don't be ridiculous. Let me take a look!" Ginny took Angel's hand in hers and examined it. She picked up her wand and waved it over the wound. A scab immediately appeared. The cut was closed. But now the only light in the closet was coming from Angel's wand.

"There," said Ginny, her hand still holding his.

Angel's palm was beginning to sweat. He leaned forward and ran his hand through her hair. Ginny smiled. Angel moved beside Ginny, and put his arm around her shoulder. Turning toward her, he kissed her forehead, moved his lips down her nose and he kissed her. And, she was kissing him back. She ran her fingers through that long black hair and as she looked into his eyes, she thought she had never seen eyes that beautiful before. They were like endless pools that pulled her inside. But, she couldn't remember much of anything right now. She vaguely thought she should be surprised at this turn of events, but she could not remember how to be surprised. It seemed to her that she and Angel had been there for only a minute, and then maybe an hour. She just wanted to stay here with Angel forever.

Then, Ginny heard voice in her head that sounded like her mother. She jerked herself away from Angel and said, "Angel, we need to get going. We want to get back before dawn." Angel just stared.

"Lumos," she said, crawling away. She crawled to the back of the closet, her wand illuminating the back well. "It's not nearly dawn," said Angel as he began gathering boxes to hand to her.

As Ginny's wand lit the back wall, she noticed the wall had something etched into it. But, when she moved closer, the etching seemed to disappear. Where did it go? She moved so close that her nose nearly touched the wall. Then she moved her wand slowly back and forth. There it was again.

"Aparecium."

"Lumos."

There appeared, in red ink, a triangle with a number eight inside it. The eight was lying on its side. Ginny remembered her mother talking about this symbol. It was the symbol for a "forever box". Now, her mother often told her stories about the old days, when she was at Hogwarts; of how girls would create "forever boxes". Into these boxes, they put items that were important to them. They would hide these boxes in the castle and magically seal them. Hopefully, many years later, the boxes would be found and opened. It was like a secret treasure chest. There were "forever boxes" hidden throughout the castle.

Here was Ginny, looking at the "forever box" symbol. She knew the symbol would have only made itself visible to a girl….a girl who was from the house of the person who created the box. This meant that it belonged to a Gryffindor.

Angel came up beside her. "Angel, hold your wand here while I try to open this." Angel knelt next to her, his wand lighting the back wall.

It took Ginny only two tries, but as she completed the second spell, a portion of the wall just melted away. Ginny reached into the opening and pulled out a box. It was wrapped in gold cloth, tied together with a cord made out of three scarlet ribbons, braided together. As she moved away from the wall, the opening disappeared and the wall was whole again.

Angel put his arm around her and asked, "Gin, what is that?"

Ginny gently removed his arm and stood up, "I'll tell you in the common room. Let's get back there as soon as we can. Don't want to get THIS taken away."

"Gin, don't forget to take that robe off."

Giggling, Ginny hung up the robe and hurried down the hall.

Angel hung up his robe and walked to the door. The whisper was trying to pull him back into the trophy room. But, the thought of Ginny was also pulling him. "Forget you!" he yelled into the room. He could always come back some other time. And turning, he followed in Ginny's footsteps, running towards the common room.

As he followed her, he thought about that kiss. Ginny had always wanted to be closer than a friend, but he never had. The kiss was wonderful, the closest he had ever been to Gin. And he wanted to get even closer. But where were the sparks?