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Repercussions

Chapter 8

Ginny's P.O.V

Still flashback

The next couple of days were pretty rough for me. I had gone to see Harry many times, but he was always asleep. Madam Pomfrey said that since he lost a tremendous amount of blood, he needed his rest. She also told me that if Dumbledore had gotten there a minute later, Harry would be dead.

By now, the school was basically divided: Hermione's side vs. our side. Sure, people were civil towards each other, but one wrong move would set someone off, and the results would be disastrous.

Hermione walked around, acting like the fucking queen of everything. All you could hear in the halls from the students was "the boy-who-lived almost died" and "can you believe she almost got him? And on school grounds too". Bull shit like that.

It made me mad, no furious, that this kind of shit could happen. Especially here. This was supposed to be one of the safest places in the wizarding world, but not anymore. I guessed that this was all a part of Voldemort' s plan. He needed to separate the students, making it easier to attack the school and gather strength.

I went to the hospital wing to check on Harry and, if he was awake, tell him of my findings. When I got there, I was surprised to find Harry awake. I walked up to him.

"Hey," I said cheerfully. "You're awake."

"Yeah," he said, a bit tiredly. "How long was I out?"

"About five days."

"That long, eh?"

"Yeah. A lot's happened in that amount of time though."

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, for starters, the school's pretty much divided in half, Ron's torn in half, and you're all the Daily Prophet can talk about."

"Wow. That's intense."

"I know."

"Anything else?"

"Umm," I wasn't sure how to continue. I knew Voldemort was a touchy subject with him. "Well, I think this is all a part of Voldemort's plan. You know, divide the students and all."

"Yeah. I've been thinking that too."

"You have? Well that saves me a lot of explaining then."

We laughed for a few seconds, then he got a pined expression on his face.

"What is it?" I asked. "Still hurt? Tired?"

"No. Well...yeah, but it's not that," he answered.

"Well then, what is it?"

He sighed, "I just can't believe what she did. She almost killed me. Voldemort turned her into a monster. I know I've blamed you a lot for the problems, but I know I'm also to blame. I just didn't want to believe what was happening. What we did this summer, it felt good, no denying that, but I screwed up big time.

"I loved her. I still do. This has been really hard for me to accept. She's gone. I would give anything to see her face again, even if only for a second. What Voldemort did to her was horrible. I know that's not a good word for it, but it's all I can think of. I'm going to beat him, Ginny. I have to. For her. Maybe I can get her back."

I just looked at him for a while. He'd just admitted that he didn't regret screwing me senseless, but he still loved her. Her! The one that almost killed him! I had secretly hoped that the event five days ago would make him see what a great choice I was. Fuck, my life sucks.

"I'm sure she will, Harry," I said, trying to sound cheerful and keep the sarcasm out of my voice at the same time. It must have worked, because he smiled at me.

Just then, Madam Pomfrey came in and told Harry that he could go. He got dressed and we headed out.

We walked in a comfortable silence for a while. Both of us lost in our thoughts. After we got up to the tower, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk around the lake.

"I haven't been outside in five days. I wanna go outside, and I don't wanna be alone," he said.

I could tell that he was scared. Harry rarely got scared, but I could tell that his encounter with death five days ago still freaked him out. I smiled and said, "Okay."

It was cold outside, but it was nice. We talked about whatever came into our minds, which was mostly Quidditch. After a half an hour, we were walking by a part of the forest when we heard voices. We stepped closer.

"You failed, child," said a nasty sounding voice.

"I'm sorry, father," said a girl's voice.

We stepped closer again, hoping that we could see without being seen. As luck would have it, we were able to see the two figures clearly. One was Voldemort, and the other was Hermione, the latter kneeling in front of the other.

"I will not tolerate failure," Voldemort hissed. "Potter should be dead by now."

"He would be," Hermione started, "if that old fool hadn't come outside."

"You dare speak to me with that smart-ass tone, girl? You may be my daughter, but that doesn't make you immune to my punishments. You're nothing special. CRUCIO!"

The spell hit Hermione full on. She collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony. By the look on her face, I could tell that she must've been suffering greatly. I could also see that she was trying to hold in a scream. A few minutes later Voldemort lifted the spell. Hermione lay panting.

"I expect the next step to run smoother than the last one, girl. Hurt those dear to Potter. Crush him. Do whatever it takes to make that boy suffer. Soon he will fall into darkness, and I will rule." He turned to leave, then turned back. "Oh yes. Be sure to tell all our new followers that the next initiation will be during the spring holidays." With that, he was gone.

Hermione lay on the ground for a second, then got up and dusted herself off. The spell had done nothing to her. It was all an act to make her father happy, and not let her true power be exposed. In all honesty, this was the first time that Harry and I had seen the true extent of her power. She was deadly, and not to be reckoned with. We were in awe.

She looked back in the direction that her father had gone and growled. It was a menacing growl and it sent chills up my spine.

"Fucking old man," she said before storming off towards the castle.

Harry and I stood there for a few minutes after she left, taking in all that had happened in the last few minutes. I looked at Harry, only to see he was already looking at me.

"We should tell Dumbledore," I said.

"I guess," he answered. "I don't think it'll do much though."

I shrugged as we walked off. He was right. If Dumbledore did something to prevent this, that might prove to be our big mistake. We couldn't take chances. We would have to try another angle of attack. If anyone could fix this though, it was Dumbledore. He always knew what to do.

Before we reached the entryway to Dumbledore's office, we saw two figures talking in an alcove. We crept closer to get a batter look. The two people weren't talking, but snogging. By the looks of it, they were very into it too. The figures broke apart to reveal Hermione and Ron. To say I was surprised was an understatement. Words couldn't describe the shock I felt, or how mad Harry was. He looked ready to kill. Who? I wasn't sure.

We were still out of sight so they continued. All of a sudden, she went for his neck. She bit and Ron let out a cry of pain. Harry, without thinking, rushed to his friend's aid. He pushed Hermione off and conjured up a cross to protect himself and Ron. Ron, who had fallen to the ground, looked very shaken.

"You bitch," Harry snarled.

Suddenly, Hermione recoiled from him, and briefly looked like her old self; the one Harry was obsessed with and just told me he would kill to see again. Harry stopped immediately.

"Hermione?" he questioned quietly.

As soon as it had come, the old Hermione melted away into her true form. She started to laugh. It looked like she was starting the next phase of her father's plan already. Still laughing, she walked off. She looked at the place where I was still hiding and winked, and continued on her way.

After she left, Harry broke down into a mass of tears. I tried to comfort him, but it was no use. She had really gotten to him this time. He recovered a little when he heard Ron moan in pain.

"We have to take him to Madam Pomfrey," he said, picking Ron up.

Dumbledore would have to wait until tomorrow.

A/N: Done with chapter 8! How'd ya like it? Good? Yes, no? Should I continue, or are you people not gonna review and keep me guessing? I'm gonna put up chapter 9 any way. So there. I hope you'll read it at least. I'll try to get chapter 9 up ASAP. I'm quitting Disney, so it should be easier. :crosses fingers: Okay. Till next time kiddies! "Willow Well I think we have Dracula factoids. Xander: Like any of that is enough to stop the Dark Master (they look at him) Bator."