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A/N: Holy crap guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like, forever. I've been really busy, then I had a major case of brain fart, then I think I went into a coma somewhere, and here we are. Thank you to all those that reviewed, it means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Repercussions
Chapter 9
Ginny's P.O.V.
Still flashback
A few months had passed by. Ron was up and about, almost like his normal self. Well, at least as normal as he can be. Harry was acting a little more and more like himself each day. Yes, things were getting back to normal, the obvious exception being Hermione. I was surprised that she hadn't tried anything to Harry or Ron over the past few months. She had to be planning something big, or at least following orders.
Over a few patrols, I accidentally caught her and Draco shagging in a classroom, and, on the more helpful side, overheard some of Voldemort's plans. I knew that Voldemort was staying at Riddle Manor, he was going to start his war soon, even though he was still a little weak, and Hermione would be pulling more stunts to unnerve Harry. Voldemort found that last trick to be particularly amusing.
Before we knew it, it was Spring Break. We packed our belongings and went to Hogsmead Station. As the train pulled away from the station we searched for an empty compartment. Unfortunately, the only vacant one was next to Hermione and Draco. How could I tell, when the shade was drawn, you ask? We had to listen to them going at it all the way home. Poor Harry, he had to actually leave the room and wander the train for a better part of the journey.
After an excruciatingly long ride home, we finally arrived at the London station. We got off and met mum and dad, who were awaiting our arrival.
Mum spotted us first and ran over, hugging Ron first and saying, "You're all here, safe and sound!"
"What do you mean, mum?" questioned Ron.
"Well son," said dad, joining us, "there have been many attacks lately, and the Ministry was thinking the Death Eaters would attack the train."
I had to scoff at that statement. The Death Eaters that were foolish enough to attack the train carrying their Lord's daughter would surely be killed.
Just then Hermione and Draco exited the train. They walked in our direction, and everyone froze. There was no need for alarm however, because they pushed through us to get to Draco's parents. All of us glared at them and dad said, "Come on now. You'll all have to be disinfected or something for touching them."
Ron snickered as we moved away. I looked back in time to see Harry duck behind a pillar, undoubtedly trying to listen in on the Malfoy's conversation with Hermione.
"Harry," I whispered.
He motioned for me to be quiet, so I obeyed. I crept up to his position and we listened intently.
"My lady," said Lucius, bowing deeply. "What an honor it is to see you again."
"Thank you, Lucius," said a smiling Hermione.
"Your father eagerly awaits your arrival. He has some things he wishes to discuss with you."
"Very well. Shall we?"
They walked off. Harry sighed, "Nothing. She must've known we were there"
No shit Sherlock. She's telepathic. Of course he didn't know that. At least I don't think he did, so I decided to keep conversation light by saying, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be okay. At least we know where he is."
Harry smiled faintly and said, "Yeah. Let's go."
A few days into Spring Break had gone by when we received the biggest shock of our lives. We were sitting around the table eating breakfast when the post came. Harry immediately went for the Daily Prophet, probably anxious to learn more about Voldemort or Hermione. They had become quite popular over the break.
He read for a few minutes before dropping the paper saying, "Oh my God."
Everyone reached for the paper, but I managed to beat the others to it. I scanned the headlines for something that would cause Harry Potter, the boy-who-had-seen-everything, to say "Oh my God."
When I looked at the second page I saw it. There, in big bold letters read:
Voldemort Slain In Riddle Manor! Ministry Baffled
I read the title aloud and everyone gasped. I decided to continue to read the rest of the article out loud.
Aurors arrived at Riddle Manor late Tuesday evening and were shocked to discover the Dark Lord's body hunched over in a chair in front of the fireplace. Searches were conducted in every room, but there was no sign of the attacker. It was discovered that the Dark Lord was killed by none other than the killing curse. The wand in question was hunted for, but the search was fruitless. The only clue left for the Ministry was a mark painted above the fireplace in what looked to be blood. The mark is that of a basilisk wrapped around a sword. The Ministry is looking into the meaning of these symbols and will give a full report when they are ready.
The article went on, but I was too shocked to continue to read any further. Voldemort was dead. And Harry didn't kill him. The entire situation screamed Hermione. At least to me it did. Could the prophecy have been wrong? Was she supposed to kill her own father? This was getting more and more confusing as time went on.
I looked at Harry only to find him looking at me. We shared a look, and I knew that it was war. This single act had started something we all had fought so hard to prevent. We were dealing with someone more powerful than the entire wizarding community could comprehend. And for the first time, Harry looked genuinely petrified.
A/N: Done with the chapter::crowd cheers: How'd ya like it? Good? Bad? Please review and let me know. I lurve reviews! I think either the next chapter will be the end, or I'll have one more after chapter 10. I'm not sure yet. I'll try to update soon on this. I'm not making any promises, but I'll try. And OH EM GEE! The 6th book was SO awesome! Ok. Done now. Till next time kiddies! Some away message: "Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level the beat you with experience."