MysteryOn 5th Street

Chapter 2

The smell of fresh bacon filled the dark bedroom with its desirable smell. Ginny's stomach growled as she remembered that the last meal she had, had been a very small sandwich before her big meeting at noon. Stepping out of the bed she realised that she was totally naked except for her red polka dotted socks.

"Shit" she muttered and grabbed a big black T-shirt that had been lying around the floor. She pulled her hair into a tight pony tail and stepped out of the room into a bright sun light...

"Good morning," Harry spoke suddenly out of the corner of the room, he was making something on the stove, "sleep well?"

Ginny nodded and slumped on to the couch. She tried to remember all that happened last night. All she could remember was something about Dean and her mum. Then she remembered what happened after she met Harry and smiled to herself.

"Do you want breakfast?" A voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She looked up and saw Harry smiling down at her.

"Yes, thanks." She mumbled as she stood up. She found her way to the bathroom so she could freshen up.

As she reached the bathroom she found a comb and started brushing her hair. The memories were a big blur in her head and all she could think of was of how Dean had been killed, murdered, and everyone thought it was her. Why? What if it had been somedark wizard? She had only just come of age in the past few years, why would she go off killing right away? As she stumbled back to the kitchen she sat down in front of a plate of hot sizzling bacon. She picked up a piece and nibbled on it.

"So," Harry began, taking a seat next to her, "before we were interrupted, you were going to say something about being in trouble?" He looked into her eyes wondering what sent her sobbing into his arms last night.

"Well, actually something terrible has happened." She gulped down one last bite of bacon and began the story from when she got home to when she ran into Harry's house. She stopped herself before it got embarrassing.

"What are you going to do about it?" Harry looked slightly taken aback by the story.

"I dunno," she mumbled, "I guess I'll have to face them eventually." But first something else came to her mind. She was going to go to Hermione's and talk to her. She always seemed to have good advice.

She stood up and started to get dressed. She said good bye to Harry and headed off to Hermione's house.

As she approached the front door she hesitated then rang the bell. She took a step back when Ron answered the door. She just remembered that Ron and Hermione had moved in together just before the Christmas.

"I came to talk to Hermione." Ginny mumbled. "Is she here?" Ron nodded towards the kitchen. "In there."

As Ginny walked into the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked pancakes over-whelmed her. She walked to the kitchen and went straight to the stove where Hermione had just flipped some pancakes.

"Ginny!" Hermione jinxed the cooking to continue on and walked over to welcome her. "What brings you here so early?"

Before Ginny could start to feel upset or shouting or anything she quickly told the story and sat back into a chair.

Hermione stood gaping at Ginny. "T-t-there is absolutely no way…" Her voice drifted off as she tried to gather her thoughts.

"I know," Ginny was also struggling for thoughts on what to do, "but they someone said they saw me do it! I was at a party all night! How on earth could I have killed him over on the other side of town?"

"Maybe some dark wizard made himself look like you," Hermione pondered, "so you would be blamed. But who would want to blame you for something like that?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out!" and with that Ginny stood and left Hermione's kitchen, said good bye to Ron, and headed back out into the chilly December air.