Chapter 14: Tomorrow
Ginny woke up slowly, looking upon the sleeping face of Harry Potter. She smiled as she remembered what had happened last night. They were together again. For a moment, peace came over her, and she forgot about any troubles that swum in the depths of her mind. But this only lasted a few moments, and then the troubles rose to the surface of her mind, desperately seeking her attention.
It was one large trouble in itself really, with many levels that swirled around each other, linking up in parts and creating a maze that was almost impossible to penetrate. The trouble was Voldemort.
First there was the simple fact that he was still alive. They had all thought him dead when he had disappeared, but they had been wrong. Really he should have been dead, since all his Horcruxes had been destroyed, but he wasn't. It was something that needed to be thought about.
Next was the question. Why was he not dead? It was a question that needed an answer, but she knew nothing of it. Surely there was a reason to why he was not dead, but she did not know what it was.
Another question followed. What were they going to do now? Ginny knew that Harry would have to battle Voldemort once again, but when? And with what? What would make him more powerful than Voldemort? That was where the other questions and thought of her mind came in, and she knew that before they went into battle, they needed answers.
Pushing the tangle of questions and thoughts to the back of her mind, she smiled. It was a Saturday, and so they would have the whole day to themselves. She wondered what time it was, and looked for a clock, but realised that the curtains were drawn. It was probably a good thing, since Ron slept in this dorm and he would flip if he knew what had happened last night.
Ginny listened for sounds, and heard none. The dorm seemed to be empty.
She smirked and turned back to Harry, who was still asleep, lying on his back. She moved herself quietly, and was soon above him, hands holding her up from either sides of him. The sheet was still wrapped around most of her, but it was starting to slip off her top half. She didn't care. She moved down slowly, and started to kiss his jaw line and neck, brushing her lips ever so slightly against his skin, teasing him. Harry moaned in his sleep, but didn't wake up. Ginny sighed and then kissed him on the lips.
Harry started to automatically kiss back, and then opened his eyes and looked up at Ginny. She parted from him.
'Morning,' She said cheerily. 'You like to take your time waking up, don't you?'
Harry groaned sleepily as she slipped back down beside him.
'I like sleep.' He said sleepily.
Ginny laughed.
'I know you do,' she said, playing with his messy black hair. 'So, what are we going to do today?'
Harry thought for a moment.
'Well I should probably go back to the Hospital wing. They probably think I've been kidnapped again.'
'What you didn't tell Pomfrey you were awake?' Ginny asked, surprised.
'No. Because if I had then she would have made me stay in the Hospital Wing, and I wanted to come and see you.' He said cheekily.
'Oh, well I'm glad you didn't then,' Ginny said, smiling. 'So, if you go and do that, and then do you want to meet up in the library?'
'Why?' Harry asked. Ginny realised that she hadn't told him about what she'd been thinking.
'We need to find out why you-know-who didn't die last time.'
Harry was silent for a while, and then he nodded.
'Yeah, we do. Ginny, I want you to help this time, and I'm going to let you come. I don't want a repeat of what happened last time, and I know now that I can't just try and protect you. You need to be there helping me. Is that ok?'
Ginny replied by kissing him softly.
'It sounds great. So meet you in the library?'
'Yep.' Harry said, pulling the curtains out and gathering clothes to put on. Ginny followed and then once she was dressed went and had a shower.
Ginny went to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was almost over, but there were still a fair amount of students eating.
She sat down next to Hermione and Ron, who were talking but stopped as soon as she sat down and smiled.
'Hey Ginny! Are you alright now?' Hermione asked. Ginny realised that she hadn't talked to Hermione since Harry had come out of his first coma.
'I'm fine.' She said, grabbing a piece of toast. She looked up at Ron, who was scowling at her.
'What's wrong, Ronniekins?' She asked, not looking up at him as she put jam on her toast.
'What happened last night?' He asked, as if he knew very well. Hermione looked at Ron and then at her quizzically.
'Last night?' She asked.
Ginny looked up at Ron and smiled sweetly.
'Last night, Ronald? What on Earth are you talking about?' She said innocently.
'You know very well, Ginny.'
'Or do I?' She said raising an eyebrow at him.
'You do, Ginny, stop trying to deny it.'
'Deny what?' She asked. 'Honestly, Ronald you're the only one here who can understand yourself. You really need to be more specific.'
'Then explain why your clothes were thrown all over the floor and bedside table and any other available space near Harry's bed?' He asked, face going red with anger.
'Oh that.' She said in a carefree way, biting into her toast.
'Explain Ginny.' Ron said through his teeth.
'It was fun.' She said, grinning.
Ron scoffed in an unbelieving manner, his mouth opening and closing like a mechanical goldfish. Many small words impossible to understanding escaped his mouth, but otherwise he was unable to talk.
'Oh, I'm sorry, did you want more description? Well I came back to the common room, and sat in front of the fire, and then Harry came, with his memory back. We forgave each other and then indulged in passionate make-up sex.'
Ron was rendered utterly speechless, but his face was the colour of his hair, maybe even more red if possible. Hermione was smiling absentmindedly.
'Do you want more description, Ronnie?' Ginny asked. 'Because I can give it to you if you want.' She took a deep breath as if to begin telling him, but then he managed to finally get a word out.
'NO!'
Just a little too loud, as most of the Gryffindor table and others turned to watch him. Some of them laughed as they saw him. Colin Creevy took out his camera and took a photo. Ginny and Hermione laughed. Then they left the hall together, leaving the bewildered red goldfish Ron behind.
Hermione and Ginny walked along the hallway talking about nothing imparticular. Then Ginny decided to ask her something.
'Hermione, I need your help on something.'
Hermione looked at her and smiled.
'Sure, what do you need help on?' She asked.
What did they need help on? Everything.
'I'm not exactly sure yet, But Harry and I are trying to find out why you-know-who didn't die.'
Hermione smiled.
'Oh, Ginny. It's so obvious!'
Ginny stopped in her tracks and stared bewildered at Hermione.
'I-It is?' She asked.
Hermione turned.
'Of course! How could you not have picked it out?' Hermione said walking over to where Ginny stood dumfounded.
'Ginny, Harry didn't have love. Without it, he was the same as Voldemort. He couldn't defeat him because they were both equal.'
Ginny calculated this for a moment. Was that all it was? Love? It could be that simple. Harry had not had her love, and he had been pushing her away. And then when he had not saved her, he had not loved anyone. Voldemort could not love, and so if Harry had that, then he would be stronger.
'Hermione, you're a genius!' She cried, hugging her tightly. 'I thought it was going to be more complicated then that!'
Hermione smiled and returned the hug.
'Well are we still going to the library?' She asked.
'Yeah, 'cause we need to tell Harry.' Ginny said.
They started to walk to the Library, with Ginny smiling happily.
Before too long they were almost at the Library. It was then that someone bumped into them. The strong smell of incense wafted from the person, and it was then that Ginny realised who it was.
'Hello, Professor Trelawney.' Ginny said.
The insect-like lady steadied herself and stared at them through her over sized glasses. Hermione scowled at her. Trelawney did not reply but looked as if she was about to start walking again, when her eyes started to roll and her mouth sagged.
'The deed is done
Never again will he be one'
Ginny and Hermione stood frozen. The professors voice was not her own, harsh, not airy. Ginny knew they should do something, get some help, but was too shocked to do anything. The corridor was deserted, and there was nothing they could do.
'He himself
Ring of heir
Book of words
Chain of the snake
Cup of founder
Slave of his
And the last
Not what he would expect
For his own blood
Shared with killer'
Her head lolled and then she jerked up, looking confused. Her eyes rested upon Ginny and Hermione.
'Ahh, Miss Weasley, and Miss Granger.' She said with her normal voice.
'Ar-are you al-alright, Professor?' Ginny asked.
'Oh I'm fine, Miss Weasley.' She said walking past them.
Ginny and Hermione exchanged bewildered looks.
'What was that about?' Ginny asked Hermione.
Hermione was silent for a few moments.
'The old bat. Don't listen to her, she never makes any sense. Always talking about nothing.' Hermione said.
'But, her voice, it was, different.' Ginny said.
'Just leave it Ginny, who knows what it's about anyway. Complete nonsense.'
Hermione pulled Ginny away and they walked the rest of the way to the library.
Harry was sitting at a table with a large pile of books when they arrived. He smiled at them when they sat down.
'Ready to start?' He asked.
'We don't need to, Harry. Hermione's already figured it out.' Ginny said.
Hermione explained it to Harry and Harry agreed with her after thinking for a bit.
'Dumbledore always said that, and I never knew what it meant. I always said it was stupid. I get it now though.' Harry said, smiling at Ginny.
Ginny was thinking hard about what Trelawney had said. Harry noticed.
'What's wrong, Ginny?' He asked, concerned.
She looked up at him.
'Well, we bumped into Trelawney on our way here, and she said something.'
Harry looked at her, frowning slightly.
'What did she say?'
'The deed is done
Never again will he be one'
'He himself
Ring of heir
Book of words
Chain of the snake
Cup of founder
Slave of his
And the last
Not what he would expect
For his own blood
Shared with killer'
She repeated the poem to him. Harry was silent for a while.
'Was she herself when she said it?' He asked.
'She had a strange voice, very harsh.' Ginny replied, watching Harry.
'It was stupid, a load of rubbish.' Hermione stated.
He was silent for several moments and Hermione and Ginny both watched him. Finally he shook his head.
'Yeah it's just stupid. It doesn't even make any sense,' Harry said, waving it off. 'Let's talk about the task at hand. I want to do this tomorrow.'
'Tomorrow?' Hermione and Ginny asked bewildered once again.
'Yes. It's the best time. Voldemort won't expect it, and I know it's best.' He said.
'How will we get enough people rounded up?'
'Only a few people. Maybe just you two Ron and me.'
'You can't do that! You need more! He will have all his death eaters!' Ginny cried.
'At least get the members of DA to come. They're trained.' Hermione argued.
'Alright,' Harry said, giving in. 'But that's all.'
Ginny and Hermione exchanged a nervous glance, but agreed.
'Tomorrow, He will get what he's been heading for.' Harry said.
A/N: wow this chapter was easy to write…only took a couple of hours! And 8 pages long! Woo woo! Hehe hope you all like:) remember to review! And the person who sends the longest review will get their name in the story (so put ure name in the review) so long!