Disclaimer: I have decided to put a disclaimer in here. I do not own anything, although it would be nice to own Draco….mmm…
"Hogsmeade trip next weekend," said Colin, peering over the many heads at a sheet of paper on the wall outside Transfiguration class. "What do you reckon?"
"Absolutely," said Luna. "I need to replace my copy of A Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6. Uwilla got hold of it last night and completely devoured it." Uwilla was Luna's gift from her parents on her previous birthday. She was an adorable light brown kneazle, but always was getting into Luna's belongings and shredding them.
Ginny grimaced. Professor McGonagall wouldn't be very happy about that.
"What about you, Ginny?" said Luna as they walked to Herbology.
"Sure," said Ginny, smiling. "I love Hogsmeade."
As they walked through the door to Greenhouse three, they saw that the class had started already without them.
"Hurry up," said Professor Sprout, ushering them to three empty seats near the front of the class. "We are doing Pyspinkes today."
Ginny guessed that the Pyspinkes were the purple creatures in the brown pots on their table. They had furry, violet leaves that twitched occasionally, and if you looked hard enough, you could see little beetle black eyes in the stem that blinked frequently.
"Pyspinkes?" said Colin in confusion.
"Yes, Creevey, Pyspinkes. Their tears are an excellent remedy for muscle aches. Madame Pomfrey was nearly in tears when she found out that she had none left, so you will be making some today."
"But how will we make them cry?" said a loud voice from the back.
"Onions," said Professor Sprout, holding up several bags of which a severe odor was coming from. Many of the students began to cough, and everyone's eyes were watery. "Make a group of three. Someone from each group come up to me and retrieve your onions and knives."
"I'll get it," said Ginny, getting up from her seat and making her way over to Sprout.
"Watch out," snarled a beefy Ravenclaw as she tripped over a stray root and bumped into him.
"Sorry," said Ginny in an equally cruel voice as she got up and took a bag of onions and three knives, taking them back to her table.
Soon the air was thick with tears and cries. Ginny and Luna were crying silently, and Colin, no matter how he tried to hide it, was doing the same. They were all glad when Professor Sprout told them to bring up their bottled tears and clean up.
"Boy," said Colin as they trudged unhappily back to the castle, "That must have been my least favorite Herbology class ever."
"I agree," said Luna, looking towards the sky. "We'd better hurry, though. It looks as if it might rain."
Sure enough, as soon as they got into the castle, fat raindrops began to fall, and the trees swayed with heavy winds.
"Come on," said Luna. "Lets go, or we'll be late for Transfiguration!"
"Will you be ok without your book?" Ginny said anxiously.
"Oh, shit. I forgot." Luna looked pleadingly at Ginny. "Could I share yours?"
Ginny sighed, but smiled at her and said, "If we want to share we'll have to get two seats next to each other. Let's hurry!" With that, they ran down the corridor to Transfiguration, clutching their bags to their chests to keep the books inside from falling out.
"You're late," said Professor McGonagall sternly as the three trooped silently into the classroom. "Take your seats. As I said before…"
Ginny toned out of McGonagall's words and instead daydreamed……..
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The Harry in his head had died.
Harry Potter- the graceless hero with a bit of a temper, but still kind and caring and a good friend could not be found.
That Harry was gone. In his place stood a half-mad, shivering monster.
Ron sat at the lunch table, arms crossed and glaring angrily at Harry Potter. He was sitting by himself, rocking back and forth and mumbling crazily. One of his eyeglass lenses was cracked, and his eyes were wide-open all the time. What once could be described as "slightly mussed hair" was now a mat of dirty fuzz.
He was quite a sight, and Hermione was worried. While Ron was just angry, she felt terrible for Harry, no matter that he had tried to strangle her.
She had thought of Dumbledore straight away when Harry began acting strangly, but Dumbledore was… away. He had been for about a month now. Hermione was worried about the headmaster as well, naturally, but also because not even Professor McGonagall knew where he was. All of the members of the Order were frantically searching… minus Sirius, of course.
Hermione thought that Sirius' death was the main reason for Harry's madness… but it wasn't. There were two important factors. What she didn't realize was that about a month or two after Sirius' death was when she and Ron got together. This was very important, because what her discerning eyes failed to recognize was that Harry loved her.
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"Oi! Ginny!"
Ginny looked up from her book, Quidditch through the Ages, (which was torn and tattered because of all the times she had read it) and saw Luna standing in the doorway into the girls dormitories.
"Want to play wizard's chess?" said Luna. From below she could hear shouts and yells of frustration. "We're doing a tornament."
"I don't know…" said Ginny uncertaintly. She was always uncomfortable about these sort of situations.
"Aw, come on," Luna pleaded. "You'll kick their butts!"
At this comment Ginny's face split into a wide grin, and she followed Luna downstairs to the common room to – as Luna had put it – kick some butt.
"Impossible!" roared Dean Thomas. "I had a well-thought out plan and everything!"
"Maybe you should have thought on it a little longer," said Ginny smugly, watching Dean's face contort with rage.
"Come on, Dean," said Seamus, dragging him away from Ginny (with difficulty). "Let's go play exploding snap…"
Cheers could be heard from all corners of the common room. That was the 9th game in a row Ginny had won that night, and she was a lot more confident now than she was earlier in the evening.
"Any other takers?" said Ginny, looking around. When she saw no one come up to the plate, she smiled and said, "I think I'll go in for the night."
Boos were heard from all around Ginny, but she ignored them and walked up the marble staircase and got into her pajamas, a white tank top and matching shorts with a frog on them. She then settled herself into bed to finish her book, feeling absolutely and utterly content.
A:N:Since the last chappie took so long, I tried to update this one ASAP, but I have about 5 other stories that I am working on for another account. Plus, Laur is sick again, so it took a bit for her to get that Harry bit written up for me. REVIEW PLEASE! Even if you hated it – I don't care, and always look at your stories. If you need a beta, Laur and I will be willing to help as well. Take care, my lovely readers!
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