Chapter Twenty-One
Emotions

Ginny was startled by whoever had apparated; she squinted around looking for anyone. But she didn't see anyone, and procured the same silver rod that Dumbledore had when he have her the potion at Diagon Alley. She forced it down Harry's throat, and then searched in her pockets for a handkerchief. She didn't find one, but she did find a glass sphere.

"Accio orb!" yelled someone, and the Shadow Orb was pulled from Ginny's hands and went flying through the air. Harry had now regained his strength, and he too squinted around for the caster of the spell.

"Wormtail!" Harry yelled as a small, rat-like man scurried away from them. He was about to get Ginny's Shadow Orb, when he heard Ginny summon it herself.

Harry watched as the orb flew from under Wormtail's grasp and back into Ginny's. He glanced over at her, and then looked on the ground; Ginny's wand was lying on the ground ten feet away from her.

"Ginny! You, you just-"

"Shut up and let's go!" Ginny replied as she levitated her things and grabbed Harry's arm after picking up her wand. Where they were going, Harry didn't know. He just held on tight to Ginny's warm, smooth hand as they ran away from the Whomping Willow.

Ebony and Ivy rounded the corner into Knockturn Alley. All of the shops were closed, and the street was darker and danker than usual. They had checked each shop for any secret passages or dungeons or hidden caves…anywhere that Voldemort and the Death Eaters could be. They had been unsuccessful until they reached Borgin and Burke's.

"We have to get to Knockturn Alley. We'll just have to walk there, or something," Ginny mumbled as she released Harry's hand and sat on the ground hugging her knees.

"So…I guess you had no idea you could do wandless magic until then?" Harry asked quietly as he sat down beside Ginny. Ginny turned to face him and he smiled faintly at her. He never realized how beautiful she was before now. But he knew that she didn't fancy him anymore.

"Well, I thought I would give it a shot. Everything I was feeling at that time; fear, anger, hopelessness, a little courage, and of course the threat of dying surged through me, and I guess it was enough to make me do magic," Ginny replied, and she saw a glow spread over Harry's face. She knew that he was going to tell her something important.

"I felt the same way when I first did it! I was so frightened…not just because of the dementors, but for some reason, I saw Sirius falling, down, down, down…just falling to an endless pit of hopelessness. That's what scared me more than anything else. I hadn't even thought of that again until after he died. And every time I've not used my wand since then, I always think of Sirius and my parents and all the people suffering because of Voldemort. It fuels my soul and it lets me do whatever I want to. When I think about them dying involuntarily, I feel as if I just want to die and be with them…but I know that I have to destroy Voldemort. When I thought about it, it all made sense. Even the magic that's greater and more terrible than death became clearer to me. I had an idea of what it was, and then when they told me, I felt as if I could do anything…even kill Voldemort…"

Ginny checked her watch; it was around five o'clock in the evening. They had to keep moving.

"Harry, we need to go now! You'll have to tell me about the magic on the way…we probably won't get there until the 30th."

"Sure is scary in 'ere…" Ivy muttered as s chill went up and down her spine. They were inside the Dark Arts shop, looking around for any secret passages.

"It's almost 11:00. If we don't find anything here we'll have to find somewhere to sleep," Ebony said absentmindedly while pushing bookcases, and lifting up candles.

Ivy tiptoed over to a withered hand on a bloodstained pillow…she knew the secret of the hand. Ebony would know why. Ivy was so ashamed of herself these days. She didn't know then of course, but now-now she felt as if she had committed a brutal murder and couldn't confess to it. That actually almost happened…he was so good at persuading her to do things. But he knew she didn't love him anymore, and if it hadn't been for Dumbledore, she would have been dead.

Ivy knew that the hand was resting, and as she tiptoed over to it, she heard glass shatter…

"Do you understand now, Ginny?" Harry asked as they were jogging along the side of a country road. Ginny looked over incredulously at Harry. The answer was so simple; she couldn't see how she missed it before.

"Emotions…that's how you're going to defeat Voldemort."