Chapter Six The Incredible Library Harry looked up the table to find Ron and Hermione snogging, holding hands under the table. He smiled and turned back down to the book he was reading. It was very long and boring and it was assigned to be read by none other than Professor Binns. Even though it was only the third week into school, Harry was already swamped with school work. They had learned that they would all be taking a two hour per day internship at a job of their choosing on weekends, not to mention all of the school work they were getting for their N.E.W.T. classes. Harry wrote down the answer to the problem he was solving. He turned to head back to the common room when he remembered his spell book on the table. He bent down and picked it up and then looked at Ron and Hermione. He wondered if he would ever be as happy and carefree as they were, even when he was with Ginny. The thought always prickled at the back of his mind, day and night. He would remember Dumbledore's final words of begging, begging Snape not to kill him. "Voldemort brought all of this!" Harry screamed in his mind, unable to control his emotions in his brain. "Everything was Voldemort's fault! All of it! Families being torn apart by fear and murder! It just isn't right!" Harry realized to late that he had screamed these last words out loud. This fact caused Ron and Hermione to break apart, looking frightened. "What's the matter, Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly. "Nothing!" Harry screamed, and then stormed out of the library, causing Madame Pince to cast him a look of pure fury. When he reached the common room he broke down in tears. Luckily, the only person within it was Ginny, who rushed over to meet him. "What's wrong, Harry?" she asked kindly, gently rubbing his back. He sat there crying into her shoulder for a good thirty minutes before he stopped and looked at Ginny, who had tears in her eyes too. They stayed there until Ron and Hermione got back. They reluctantly broke apart and Harry trudged up the stairs to his dormitory. He fell asleep and dreamed of flying and Ginny. Harry woke up grudgingly to find Ron shaking him. "Harry! Harry! Get up! Ginny is throwing a fit!" Harry mind cleared and he ran to protect Ginny. "Get out of my mind! I don't want you in here!" Harry stared at Ginny, who was screaming these words to nobody. "Ginny! It's okay! I'm here!" Harry said loudly, trying to catch her attention. "Harry, is... is that you?" Ginny asked uncertainly, sounding frightened."He was here again. He was in my mind!" Ginny turned and clawed at the chair. "Let me go!" Ginny screamed. "Harry, there's no hope. We have to get her to the hospital wing." Harry nodded and with Ron's help, he carried Ginny down to Madame Pomfrey. He dropped her off and then went up to Professor McGonagal's office. He guessed at a couple passwords before finally getting it right. He walked up the eagle staircase to find that Professor McGonagall was not there."Hello, Harry." said a warm, familiar voice. Harry turned in astonishment to find Dumbledore sitting in a portrait. Harry could only gawk as the old man laughed. "Surely you didn't think they would leave nothing in remembrance of me besides that silly little tomb now, did you?" Dumbledore laughed again at the expression on Harry's face. The surprise of the door creaking behind him cause Harry to jump up in fright. "Hello, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you?" Professor McGonnogal queried, seeing Harry's anxious expression. "It's Ginny, Professor! She was being controlled by Voldemort!" Harry screamed, unable to hold back his emotions. "Mr. Potter, I am currently aware of the situation. Your friend Mr. Weasley and I met in the corridor, and Mr. Weasley explained what had happened to Ginny. She is currently being calmed down, but until she has been sedated we will not be able to see the excess of this damage." "I'm sorry for being so emotional, Professor," said Harry as he broke down into tears," But these last few months have taken their toll on me. First Dumbledore, and now Ginny being the way she is. When I find the horcruxes, I will be ready for Voldemort's trickery. But when I find him is a completely different story. I will tear apart the bastard with my bare hands. Think about it, Professor. How many live has he ruined? How many innocent people has he killed? How many families has he torn apart? But Professor, can you answer me this? How many more people will it take for the world to realize that it does not matter what kind of person you are to unite for a common goal? How many more deaths will it take for people to realize that it does not matter if you are pureblood, mudblood, wizard or muggle, to stand up for what you believe in? We all need to come together for this Professor. One person alone can not do it by themselves. Once people wake up and realize that their family is in danger, how long will it take for them to show people that they will not take this without a battle? That is what being a human is about. If we do not show are intellect, then what is the difference between us and an insect, just sitting there under your foot, waiting to be squashed, not even making an attempt to move out of the way. That is what we are like right now, Professor. If we do not move, we will be squashed. Do you want to be squashed, Professor? I don't know what other people think but I most certainly do not.