Ch 27 The Insider
A/N: not as soon as I figured… sorry!
Seven o'clock came quickly, and Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny were sitting and waiting. Tonight the room was large, with comfy armchairs and bookshelves with every imaginable book on them.
"Where the bloody hell is Neville?" Ron asked "It 7:40 and he's not here yet! HE should have been hear a half hour ago!"
Just as Ron was saying this the door was opening, and Neville strode in. Harry seemed to be the only one who noticed that the minute hand on the clock seemed to move back one half hour. So Harry thought, the room had a sense of humor.
"Listen, sorry to keep you waiting but this is important." Neville said.
"Please Neville, don't beat around the bush" Ron said sarcastically "let's avoid the small talk"
Hermione back handed him and motioned for Neville to continue. Neville took a seat beside Harry then, deciding against it, rose again.
"The Dark Lord… Voldimort" Ron only flinched a bit "is mobilizing." Neville informed them.
"How so?" Ron demanded.
"He's obviously getting to that" Hermione scolded him.
"Quit arguing like an old married couple and pay attention" Ginny demanded "I want to listen to what he has to say"
Silence fell through the room, giving the impression that something big was about to happen.
"Voldimort" another cringe from Ron "is organizing an organization like ours… here in the school."
"He's what!" Hermione demanded.
"Organizing a secret spy group here in the castle." Neville confirmed.
"If it's so secret how do you know about it?" Harry asked.
"I have my sources, even is Slytherin house." Neville answered, with just a note of pride in his voice "and the tools Fred and George gave me at the beginning of the year have sure helped. From what I hear, Voldimort has a potential mole in the DA"
"You're joking!" Ron exclaimed.
"I wish I was, Ron, I wish I was" Neville told him.
"Who could it be?" Hermione asked.
The five sat discussing the ramifications and identity of the mole. They poured over many different suspects but Harry had a secret fear. As the discussion began to slow Harry told them his fear.
"Cho Chang, she's mad at me right now. But would she be mad enough to join Voldimort?"
"I don't know…" Ginny offered.
"I bet it was her!" Ron declared "You've said it yourself Hermione that love can drive a person to madness."
"When did she say that, Ron?" Ginny asked, a look of pure innocence on her face.
"Yes, well… I'd rather not get into that." Ron told her.
"He as a point" Hermione conceded "and she's the best lead we've got."
"I'll get on it right away." Neville declared "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a bath and go to sleep."
"You deserve it, after what you've been doing for the last while" Ginny told him.
"Thanks" Neville said, blushing a bit.
Neville departed as did Ron and Hermione.
"God knows what those to are going to get up to." Ginny shuddered at the thought.
"What should we go do" Harry asked, smirking only a little.
"Go to bed." Ginny replied.
"Oh really?" Harry asked.
"In separate beds" Ginny clarified for him.
There was a brief pause, not an awkward one, but a pause none the less.
"Harry, you look exhausted." Ginny finally broke the silence.
"I've never been more wide awake." He told her.
"You look like you've been carrying the world on you're shoulders." Ginny observed.
"What most people forget is… I am."
"Harry, don't say that! It's like a pyramid, you may be at the top, but there is an entire network of friends and supporters lifting you up and supporting you." Ginny told him.
"I need to hear that, Gin" Harry told her "You have no idea how much I need to hear that"
Ginny took Harry in a loving embrace, holding him for a long time.
"Gin, instead of going to bed, do ya feel like a walk" Harry asked, after what seemed like a decade.
"I do, but what about curfew?" Ginny asked.
"We can be careful" Harry said.
"So we can" Ginny said.
They walked around the lake by the light of the moon. They said nothing, but yet a lot was communicated. They ran into no professors as they reentered the castle, whether that was coincidence or whether the teachers we're avoiding him Harry couldn't decided.
As Harry bid Ginny goodnight he told her how much he appreciated her support. He told her that he loved her, and he told her that he was tired. They said goodnight and went to bed. Harry had to think long and hard about a lot of things. He missed Quidditch impossibly bad, his month was almost up but it felt a lot longer. He worried about Voldimort and his followers, he worried about everything. Even as Harry fell asleep, his worries became bad dreams.
A/N: Sorry bout the delay, just not working for me. I had to finish a play I was writing before focusing on this. Anywho, hope this peeks your interest again. Please review! Reviews give me inspiration to write more. Hope to hear from you all.