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Chapter 4: Never say you're gonna
If you don't plan to start
~At an apartment in Hogsmead~
"Cheer up, Fred, now really, do you think George would want you to bawl over him like this? No! He would want you to be happy." Angelina said sympathetically, while leaning over Fred with her arms wrapped around him.
It was exactly one year ago when Fred Weasley's twin brother George Weasley died in the Battle of Hogwarts, as they call it. Fred, not surprisingly, became very depressed. It took Angelina every thing within her to get Fred to move out of the Burrow, and into the apartment they currently occupied. Fred and Angelina boarded the apartment with one other, and that other was Lee Jordan.
Lee Jordan was hit with a powerful stunning charm that, as the doctors at St.Mundungo's said, would paralyze him forever. The only thing on Lee's body that he could move was his head and his left hand. Luckily for him, Lee is left handed. Now that Lee needed someone to be in the house with him at all times for caring to, as the friend Fred was, naturally he volunteered for Lee to move in with them and Angelina pitches in to take care of Lee every now and then.
"I know Angel, but you don't understand." Fred whispered through his drawn up hands.
"Like hell I don't understand! Fred you forget that I was standing right there when Alicia, my best friend since forever, was killed right in front of my eyes. Guess what, it's tough for me to. George may not have been my twin brother but he was my friend too. I saw my two closest friends die, ay I don't understand Fred!" Angelina retorted in a rapid ephemeral manner. Angelina let go of Fred and grabbed the tray next to him. The tray contained a bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal, some whole grain cereal and two bangers (sausage). "Are you coming or not?" Angelina turned towards Fred and looked pitifully at him.
"I guess not"
Harry woke up dazed and dreary from a long sleep. Harry was just about to turn towards Ron and wake him up when he'd realized that he was still in the bathtub. Everything had lost its color, including Harry. The bubbles in the tub turned a seasick green, the water became very murky, as if someone jumped in it with their clothes on after playing in the mud, and their was dirt and water everywhere. Harry was paler than even Snape could be, he was very dizzy and his head was killing him. Harry tried to stand but he slipped under the water a bumped his head on the edge of the tub. Now, not only was Harry confused, but his head hurt even more. Harry attempted to stand up again, and succeeded.
Harry staggered out of the bathroom and reached for his clothes. After gently putting on his undergarments, harry slipped on the sweater that Mrs. Weasley made for him many years ago, for he could quite possibly still fit them because of the fact that Harry wasn't allowed much food during the summer, when he was with the dursleys and was suffering from a mild case of malnutrition. Harry grabbed his robes, not bothering to put them on, and ran out of the bathroom entrance.
'What the hell is going on?' Harry thought to himself. Harry felt like someone was controlling his body while he slept. Harry didn't know how long he'd been sleeping. Perhaps days, even months, he couldn't tell. Harry then thought to himself that someone would have noticed if he was missing. For insurance, Harry sought out to find a calendar. Harry then remembered that there was one just down the hall. in Snape's office.
Harry knew he wasn't allowed in their, but he had to see that calendar. Harry snuck into the potions classroom. All of the tables and chairs were cleared from view. In the room was only Snape's Desk, two glass cabinets full of potion ingredients, and two doors. Harry could hear Snape behind the door on the right, talking in his sleep. The only thing Harry could make out was "No, don't hurt me"; all the rest was gibberish to his ears.
Harry decided that Snape's office must be the opposite door, on the left. Harry headed towards the door when he heard bed springs, as if someone were getting out of a bed. Next he heard a woman's voice!
"You're what!" Hermione exclaimed, eyes growing rather large.
"Hermione, shut up!" Ginny shouted. Every head in the room turned towards her. "What?" she said to everyone in the room.
"Look, he even wrote me a Love Letter!" Ginny handed Hermione a piece of parchment. It read as follows:
Dearest Love, Ginny,
I've held strong feelings for you for quite some time now. I love every thing about you, everything to the very last red lock of hair. I love the way you talk. I love the way you walk. I love the way you stand up for people when you know someone is doing them wrong. I love that you're so innocent that it hurts to be near you because I want to grab you and kiss you. I've felt this way ever since I laid eyes on you, but haven't been able to declare my love for you for obvious reasons. Now it is futile that I tell you how I feel. I was forced into a very trivial relationship with the notorious Pansy Parkinson. I have witnessed that provincial loser of a boyfriend of yours treat you unkindly, and I don't want you to suffer as such in a way that you are forced to be with him. You are very dear to me and I love you very much and won't stand around for this any longer.
Love.
P.S. Dump that loser and get a real man, like me!
Hermione gave a brief giggle after reading the letter. She still had a hard time believing that Ginny was cheating on Harry with none other than.
A/N: That was most interesting, don't you think! Please review! My next song fic will give some clues as of who Ginny's having an affair with. It will be titled 'One crazy Night', but it probably won't be up until after Christmas.
P.S. and it should be pretty obvious who it is, but for those of you who still don't get it, I won't spoil the "surprise" but I have to say that I've always wanted to see what it would be like with these two together, (not referring to Harry and Ginny, but Ginny and Mr. No Name).
Chapter 4: Never say you're gonna
If you don't plan to start
~At an apartment in Hogsmead~
"Cheer up, Fred, now really, do you think George would want you to bawl over him like this? No! He would want you to be happy." Angelina said sympathetically, while leaning over Fred with her arms wrapped around him.
It was exactly one year ago when Fred Weasley's twin brother George Weasley died in the Battle of Hogwarts, as they call it. Fred, not surprisingly, became very depressed. It took Angelina every thing within her to get Fred to move out of the Burrow, and into the apartment they currently occupied. Fred and Angelina boarded the apartment with one other, and that other was Lee Jordan.
Lee Jordan was hit with a powerful stunning charm that, as the doctors at St.Mundungo's said, would paralyze him forever. The only thing on Lee's body that he could move was his head and his left hand. Luckily for him, Lee is left handed. Now that Lee needed someone to be in the house with him at all times for caring to, as the friend Fred was, naturally he volunteered for Lee to move in with them and Angelina pitches in to take care of Lee every now and then.
"I know Angel, but you don't understand." Fred whispered through his drawn up hands.
"Like hell I don't understand! Fred you forget that I was standing right there when Alicia, my best friend since forever, was killed right in front of my eyes. Guess what, it's tough for me to. George may not have been my twin brother but he was my friend too. I saw my two closest friends die, ay I don't understand Fred!" Angelina retorted in a rapid ephemeral manner. Angelina let go of Fred and grabbed the tray next to him. The tray contained a bowl of apple cinnamon oatmeal, some whole grain cereal and two bangers (sausage). "Are you coming or not?" Angelina turned towards Fred and looked pitifully at him.
"I guess not"
Harry woke up dazed and dreary from a long sleep. Harry was just about to turn towards Ron and wake him up when he'd realized that he was still in the bathtub. Everything had lost its color, including Harry. The bubbles in the tub turned a seasick green, the water became very murky, as if someone jumped in it with their clothes on after playing in the mud, and their was dirt and water everywhere. Harry was paler than even Snape could be, he was very dizzy and his head was killing him. Harry tried to stand but he slipped under the water a bumped his head on the edge of the tub. Now, not only was Harry confused, but his head hurt even more. Harry attempted to stand up again, and succeeded.
Harry staggered out of the bathroom and reached for his clothes. After gently putting on his undergarments, harry slipped on the sweater that Mrs. Weasley made for him many years ago, for he could quite possibly still fit them because of the fact that Harry wasn't allowed much food during the summer, when he was with the dursleys and was suffering from a mild case of malnutrition. Harry grabbed his robes, not bothering to put them on, and ran out of the bathroom entrance.
'What the hell is going on?' Harry thought to himself. Harry felt like someone was controlling his body while he slept. Harry didn't know how long he'd been sleeping. Perhaps days, even months, he couldn't tell. Harry then thought to himself that someone would have noticed if he was missing. For insurance, Harry sought out to find a calendar. Harry then remembered that there was one just down the hall. in Snape's office.
Harry knew he wasn't allowed in their, but he had to see that calendar. Harry snuck into the potions classroom. All of the tables and chairs were cleared from view. In the room was only Snape's Desk, two glass cabinets full of potion ingredients, and two doors. Harry could hear Snape behind the door on the right, talking in his sleep. The only thing Harry could make out was "No, don't hurt me"; all the rest was gibberish to his ears.
Harry decided that Snape's office must be the opposite door, on the left. Harry headed towards the door when he heard bed springs, as if someone were getting out of a bed. Next he heard a woman's voice!
"You're what!" Hermione exclaimed, eyes growing rather large.
"Hermione, shut up!" Ginny shouted. Every head in the room turned towards her. "What?" she said to everyone in the room.
"Look, he even wrote me a Love Letter!" Ginny handed Hermione a piece of parchment. It read as follows:
Dearest Love, Ginny,
I've held strong feelings for you for quite some time now. I love every thing about you, everything to the very last red lock of hair. I love the way you talk. I love the way you walk. I love the way you stand up for people when you know someone is doing them wrong. I love that you're so innocent that it hurts to be near you because I want to grab you and kiss you. I've felt this way ever since I laid eyes on you, but haven't been able to declare my love for you for obvious reasons. Now it is futile that I tell you how I feel. I was forced into a very trivial relationship with the notorious Pansy Parkinson. I have witnessed that provincial loser of a boyfriend of yours treat you unkindly, and I don't want you to suffer as such in a way that you are forced to be with him. You are very dear to me and I love you very much and won't stand around for this any longer.
Love.
P.S. Dump that loser and get a real man, like me!
Hermione gave a brief giggle after reading the letter. She still had a hard time believing that Ginny was cheating on Harry with none other than.
A/N: That was most interesting, don't you think! Please review! My next song fic will give some clues as of who Ginny's having an affair with. It will be titled 'One crazy Night', but it probably won't be up until after Christmas.
P.S. and it should be pretty obvious who it is, but for those of you who still don't get it, I won't spoil the "surprise" but I have to say that I've always wanted to see what it would be like with these two together, (not referring to Harry and Ginny, but Ginny and Mr. No Name).