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Chapter Seven

Happy Birthday Ginny

Harry sent a note to Ron to meet him after Potions.

"Allright, what's up mate?" Ron asked.

"What are your sister's favorite things?" Harry asked.

"You're asking me? I'm her brother, not her bloody journal," Ron said.

"Ron, I'm being serious. What are her favorite flowers? What's her favorite food? Simple stuff man."

"Um, her favorite food is chicken cordon bleu with garlic mashed potatoes and salad. But, I have no idea what her favorite flowers are," Ron said, looking at the hallway while they were walking as though it would give him the answer.

"Her favorite flowers are daffodils Ronald," Hermione said, catching up to them.

"How much did you overhear?" Harry asked.

"Just enough to know that you want to take Ginny out on a date, and you want to do it on her birthday with her favorite things," Hermione said without changing her expression.

"Oh, Potter is going to take out weasel's little sister. How cute," Malfoy teased from behind. Ron dropped his bag, turned and pointed his wand right where Malfoy's nose met his eyebrows. "If you insult me or my family again, I will remove your reason for wearing boxers," Ron threatened.

Malfoy, noticing that Harry and Hermione had their hands on their wands as well, retreated back toward the Potions room.

"Oh, it's a wonderfully romantic idea, hint hint," Hermione said, deliberately at Ron, as they began walking back toward the next class.

"You know she's gonna love whatever you do mate," Ron said, seemingly ignoring what Hermione said. "Just be yourself, no matter what."

The following day. . . Ginny woke and walked down to the common room, as usual when she didn't have Quidditch practice on Saturday's. Hermione invited her over by the fire, as it was a very cold day that day. She handed her a note, and said that she found it in the chair and that it was addressed to her. Ginny opened it, and nearly yelled in surprise. It read:

Ginny. Come down to the pitch at seven tonight. I have special permission to use it, and to be absent from the feast tonight. Come dressed special, for a special birthday gift.

Harry

At seven, Ginny walked out the main doors in a deep burgundy dress and a pair of high heels. She got to the pitch, and found a table set up in the middle of the pitch, with candles, two dinner plates, and a bottle of something in a bucket of ice. Harry was standing by the table in a dress shirt and pants, and was beaming a smile at her. Blushing Ginny walked over to him.

"Hi Harry," she said weakly.

"Happy Birthday Ginny," he said. He walked over to her, and held out his arm, and walked her over to her seat. He sat her down and then sat himself. He reached over to the ice bucket and pulled out a huge bottle. "Thirsty?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you," she answered, still feeling flushed. Taking a sip she declared, "Butterbeer."

"Fred and George thought I should have Firewhiskey here, but I don't think Professor Dumbledore would allow us to be out here with a bottle of Firewhiskey," Harry said. They both laughed for a couple of seconds.

"So, are you hungry?" Harry asked, unsure of what else to say.

"Yes," Ginny answered.

Harry waved his hand over the table, and the coverings over the plates disappeared to reveal chicken cordon bleu with garlic mashed potatoes, and a spot of spinach salad. "Harry," Ginny exclaimed. "This is my favorite meal."

"Of course," Harry said, feeling more comfortable.

The next half an hour went by as though it were a dream. They talked about Quidditch, laughed at teachers they had, and talked about after school was over. Then, Harry pulled out his last surprise. He handed Ginny a small thin rectangular box, wrapped in red wrapping paper with a golden bow. "Happy birthday," he said.

Ginny opened the package slowly. When she pulled the lid off of the box she found a necklace and a pair of matching earrings. They were gold; and each had a lion's head with ruby eyes in them. "Harry. They're beautiful," she said almost breathlessly.

"So are you," Harry flirted.

"Oh I think I'm gonna hurl," a new voice commented.

They both turned to see a wizard, dressed in black robes, pointing his wand at them. "Voldemort," Harry said.

"Right Harry," Voldemort said. "You know me, and I know you. But I didn't come here to learn who your girlfriend is. Advada Kedavra!" The familiar green blast shot out of Voldemort's wand, causing Harry to pull Ginny down to avoid being hit, and decimated the table into splinters.

Harry jumped to his feet, wand in hand. "Stupefy!" he yelled.

Voldemort put up a shield and stopped it, but Harry was helping Ginny up and they were running. With a flick of his wand Voldemort shut the gates, and they turned to face him, standing in the same spot with a smug look of triumph. "Well Potter?" he taunted. "Aren't you going to try to save your girlfriend?"

"Ginny," Harry whispered. "Get out of here anyway you can. It's me he wants."

"You are correct Harry," Voldemort said. "Yes I heard that, but I can't allow her to leave. I want her to have to run to the castle to tell that old fool Dumbledore that his prize boy was slaughtered in the middle of the Quidditch playing field by his worst rival." Voldemort smiled. "I almost wish I could see the look on his face when she tells him that."

"Run!" Harry yelled. "Advada Kedavra!" he yelled again. But nothing happened.

Voldemort howled with laughter. "You thought you could use Advada Kedavra? Oh that's rich. You can't use it unless you are evil, and you don't even come close to being evil enough." Voldemort just kept laughing.

He turned and blasted the stands right in front of Ginny, causing her to scream and fall down. "You aren't going anywhere," he said. With a flick of his wand, he sent her flying into Harry, knocking him completely over. Voldemort walked slowly toward them as they helped each other to their feet. "Expelliarmus!" he said, sending Harry's wand out of reach. Ginny clutched to him in fear, and Harry held her back, protecting her.

"Allright Voldemort," Harry said. "Get it over with. Patience is not one of your virtues."

"You know you are absolutely right Potter," Voldemort said mockingly. "I will make it quick. I owe you that much. Advada Kedavra!" The spell blasted out of the wand like a bullet, and Harry turned his back to shield Ginny, but then in a split second Ginny was shielding him and was hit with the curse full force; sending them both to the ground. "Ginny!" Harry screamed, trying to revive her.

Voldemort was quiet for a second, then he began laughing as Harry held the dead body of the girl he loved. "This is even better than killing you. Now you have to live with the fact that because of you she is dead. Because of you her parents don't have their youngest child. And because of you, all of the rest of your friends will die." Voldemort laughed menaicaly and then disappeared in a cloud of smoke, leaving Harry in the dark alone as the rain came.

A/N: We know this chapter is a little depressing, but it will all work out. NO SPOILERS UNLESS YOU REVIEW OUR STORIES!