A/N:This is only a short chapter and I think its boring but it's needed to explain the next chapter...

Chapter 3

I stared at the potion in shock. Hermione was looking at me with a concerned look on her face that told me she cared about me and was in this with me no matter what I decided to do.

"You have to tell McGonagall or Dumbledore, you can't do this on your own even if you will have my help"

"I know" I sighed willing this to be a bad dream. From which I would wake any moment "I'm scared Hermione" It was the first time I had admitted that, yet it was such a relief to tell someone this that I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

"It'll be okay, you'll see. If it doesn't sort itself out I'll eat my hat!" I was glad that she seemed so certain, I defiantly wasn't.

It wasn't until the next morning that it all really sank in. I felt something that during this whole ordeal. Anger. I began pummelling my pillow as if it was all it's fault. As if by hitting it hard enough all the problems, all the fear, all the pain that this had cause would vanish. Eventually I dragged myself out of bed, deciding to go down to breakfast so that I could see Harry; although it was probably a bad idea to eat that toast especially as I saw it again a little later on in the day. The post arrived with the usual fluttering of wings. I was surprised to see Errol, our old owl, falling towards me with a letter attached to his leg. I opened the milk soaked letter, which read:

Dear Ginny,

Ron wrote to me yesterday explaining that you were ill. Please don't blame him for telling me; he's just worried as am I. Not too long ago you would have written yourself but since the start of the year I've only got 3 letters from you, it feels as if I'm loosing you. Please start writing again I don't want us to end up like I did with my mum, barely speaking. Please write soon.

Love Mum

After reading this I shot a glare at Ron who had been watching as I read and immediately turned red.

"How dare you? My life has nothing to do with you so just…just leave me alone" After this I stormed out feeling bad for having a go at Ron and worrying even more about the present situation as I now realised that I'd have to tell mum and dad as well. Suddenly I was snapped out of my daydream by being pulled aside of the crowds of students by Hermione.

"Listen" She was whispering to me "Meet me in the library at lunch. Don't tell Ron" This seemed strange enough but I had bigger things to worry about.

"Miss Weasley were is your head today this is most unlike you I'm afraid that as this is the third time I've told you today I'm going to have to give you a detention"

I wasn't all that shocked at this as I knew that I had been unaware if what was going on around me for the last half hour. Though during that time I had made my mind up on what to do. I was going to keep it.