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AN: Hey I got this chapter 5 done quickly so I can post this one sooner than I expected. I don't think that chapter 6 will take that long because I already have it planned out. Still it might take a while because I have a huge project due soon so I have to work on that. Hope you liked my other chapters. I'm so sad because I only have like 6 reviews so make me happy and review lots and I'll write faster. Oh and sorry this chapter is kind of short but that's because the ending was a good spot to stop at.
Shortstuff
Nicole's Disclaimer: Not my fic. A friend wrote it, even though it's on my pen name. Now, for another good R/Hr story check out mine called "In Front of my Nose" if you want.
Harry sat bolt up right shaking his head to clear it of the nightmare he had just had. At first it started of with the second year when he had gotten the valentine from Ginny, then Ginny's face replaced Cho's during the one time when they had kissed. Suddenly he was at the Department of mysteries again this time Voldemort was standing over the lifeless form of Ginny laughing madly. He noticed that his heart was trying to break out of his chest and he was sweaty all over his hair sticking to his forehead over the famous scar of his. Getting up he grabbed a towel and headed towards the shower, he turned the tap to icy cold and let it wash the dream away. The cold water woke him up a bit more, the nightmares were regular but he had never seen Ginny as the one dead it was usually himself, Ron or Hermione. Besides he never had a beginning to the dream he would just wander down the hallway, why was he thinking about Ginny in this way. She meant nothing to him or at least that was the way he had felt for the past couple of years, sure she was a friend but nothing more. Then why did he get a that fuzzy feeling inside, the one he had felt often last year whenever he saw Cho, when he saw Ginny? He needed time to sort things out and someone to talk to, now he regretted the fight with Ron and Hermione but then again it had been their fault.
Stepping out of the shower he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed out, he noticed that the dormitory was empty he glanced at the clock, he was already late. He quickly threw his robes on and grabbed his book dashing down the many flights of stairs he crossed the entrance hall and headed out the door. Ignoring his grumbling stomach he raced across the grounds and made a breathless apology to Hagrid. Then let him continue with Care of Magical Creature class.
Today he was telling them about erklings whatever the hell they were; he tossed the cover from the cage beside him revealing a short elfike creature. Harry looked at Neville who was behind him to see Neville gazing at the creature as if in a trance. Hagrid saw the danger and covered up the cage again to the shrieking protests of the creature. He went on about how the erkling lured children of by trickishly unfair means. Harry tried to listen hoping it would take his mind of Ginny but it didn't work. She was so pretty and angelic in looks but Ron would kill him if he told him he liked his sister but Mrs.Weasly wouldn't mind. Ginny was so kind and generous but funny to, besides she was a prefect something he didn't quite achieve himself. They had so much in common how could he not realize that before. Like him she had had a near fatal struggle with Voldemort. She liked me before maybe she still does said a hopeful voice. Determined to find out he sat devising a plan to talk to Ginny without making it seem purposeful.
The day was not very eventful and his thoughts kept pulsing back and forth between anger at Ron and Hermione and the warm lightheaded thoughts he had whenever he thought about Ginny. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and his shabby spell work reflected it. Hermione kept glancing at Harry from across the room, he could see her through the corner of his eyes but they never made direct eye contact because he was trying his hardest not to look over there. Ron seemed agitated when she stared at Harry and would divert her attention. This made him angry and spells only got worse. As they were heading to potions class Ron shoved past him with Hermione who seemed quite angry with Harry. Fuming he dragged back trying to get his anger under control before he had to face Snape.
Stepping into the classroom he saw Snape with a grim smile on his face. He tried vainly to push past and get to his seat when he heard Snape say 10 pints from Griffendor for your tardiness. The anger he had just swallowed rose up again and he sat in his seat glaring at Snape, who was putting the instructions on the board for the potion, they were to make today.
Harry roughly put together the ingredients he really didn't care whether or not he passed potions. What did it matter he only end up being killed by Voldemort. This was something he had been thinking about all summer Hogwarts had driven it clean from his mind but being around Snape, a former death eater had awakened the thought. Carelessly he added a handful of powdered doxy's teeth. The potion turned a murky gray and began to smell like rotten tuna soup as black steam began rising from the surface in large clouds. Snape attracted by the steam came over to look at Harry's cauldron. With a sneer he waved his wand and got rid of Harry's potion, "detention Potter tonight you will make your potion correctly then or feel my wrath how you passed your potions exam I don't know." The comment stung and he really wanted to yell out to Snape that it was because his ugly face wasn't there to distract him but he didn't want any more trouble from him. He simply had to settle for harshly throwing his damaged and unused ingredients in his bag.
After his dinner Harry headed down to the dungeons for his detention. He really didn't expect it to be pleasant but Snape made it horrible. It was so nerve wrenching having Snape hovering over you launching insults at the tinniest mistake. By the end his potion looked somewhat like it should have but Snape only gave him a 'P'. Quite disgruntled he headed back up the stairs and up the marble staircase. It seemed like forever before he reached the portrait hole and another minute or so before he could force his tired mind to remember the password. He made his way across the common room past the dying embers of the fireplace. As he entered the dormitory he saw that Ron was still awake and had the side candle lit. **************************************************************************** ********************
Ron saw that Harry was ignoring him and it was understandable but he really missed his best friend and he didn't want to wait until things got worse between him and Harry to make up. "Hey look Harry I know that losing Sirius was one of the worst things that happened to you and we were wrong not to write to you but we're sincerely sorry."
Harry didn't look satisfied with the apology if anything he looked more angry at the mention of Sirius so Ron hastily continued, "look-
"I don't care about you're lies, was this another one of Dumbledore's ideas, I could just hear saying something like 'make sure he's okay so he'll be around to kill Voldemort for us.' I know you didn't write to me because you knew I was going to end up dying. I know no one cares about me you wouldn't even be doing this if you didn't need me to kill Voldemort for you. Well here's info for all of you guys I can't beat him. So ditch your act. Oh and what's Hermione part in this want me to save her mudblood ass from Voldemort.
Ron could feels his ears turning red in anger. He launched himself at Harry and before he knew what was happening Harry was flat on his back Ron punching him as hard as he could. His fist slammed into Harry's ribs just as Harry managed to knee him in the gut. Ron rolled of in pain but the energy that anger provided him still coursed though his veins. By now he could hear the mumbled voice of the other guys waking up. Someone lit a light and he staggered up throwing himself at harry he knocked him into the dresser with enough force to break more than a few bones.
Out of no where harry kicked out and it caught him full in the chest knocking the wind out of him as he went flying 5 feet across the room and slamming into the bedside table. It brought a shower of items raining down upon his head but he didn't notice his wand rolling away across the floor. Harry's words burning fresh in his mind he threw himself at harry again pinning him against the dresser as he punched him as hard as he could in the face. Harry's lip split open and began to bleed but he didn't seem to notice. An elbow caught Ron in the neck momentarily crushing his windpipe. Struggling to breath he grabbed Harry's arm and twisted it behind his back making him struggle. Punching him in the side he let go of Harry's arm and used his other fist to punch Harry in the eye.
Harry rolled away curling up in pain but Ron followed kneeing him in the back. Harry turned around and swung wildly, it was a lucky shot that caught Ron in the side of his head as he ducked. Furious he kicked out and felt his foot connect with Harry's shoulder. Gasping in pain Harry rolled away again clutching his shoulder. Ron saw him reach out for something and then he rolled over onto his back pointing Ron's wand, which had fallen of the side table, at his heart with his good arm he mumbled something through sharp shallow breaths. Before Ron could react he was swept off his feet and want flying across the room slamming into the rear wall and landing in a heap at the base of it. Stars erupted before his eyes then everything went black. -End of chapter 3- TBC
AN: Hey I got this chapter 5 done quickly so I can post this one sooner than I expected. I don't think that chapter 6 will take that long because I already have it planned out. Still it might take a while because I have a huge project due soon so I have to work on that. Hope you liked my other chapters. I'm so sad because I only have like 6 reviews so make me happy and review lots and I'll write faster. Oh and sorry this chapter is kind of short but that's because the ending was a good spot to stop at.
Shortstuff
Nicole's Disclaimer: Not my fic. A friend wrote it, even though it's on my pen name. Now, for another good R/Hr story check out mine called "In Front of my Nose" if you want.
Harry sat bolt up right shaking his head to clear it of the nightmare he had just had. At first it started of with the second year when he had gotten the valentine from Ginny, then Ginny's face replaced Cho's during the one time when they had kissed. Suddenly he was at the Department of mysteries again this time Voldemort was standing over the lifeless form of Ginny laughing madly. He noticed that his heart was trying to break out of his chest and he was sweaty all over his hair sticking to his forehead over the famous scar of his. Getting up he grabbed a towel and headed towards the shower, he turned the tap to icy cold and let it wash the dream away. The cold water woke him up a bit more, the nightmares were regular but he had never seen Ginny as the one dead it was usually himself, Ron or Hermione. Besides he never had a beginning to the dream he would just wander down the hallway, why was he thinking about Ginny in this way. She meant nothing to him or at least that was the way he had felt for the past couple of years, sure she was a friend but nothing more. Then why did he get a that fuzzy feeling inside, the one he had felt often last year whenever he saw Cho, when he saw Ginny? He needed time to sort things out and someone to talk to, now he regretted the fight with Ron and Hermione but then again it had been their fault.
Stepping out of the shower he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed out, he noticed that the dormitory was empty he glanced at the clock, he was already late. He quickly threw his robes on and grabbed his book dashing down the many flights of stairs he crossed the entrance hall and headed out the door. Ignoring his grumbling stomach he raced across the grounds and made a breathless apology to Hagrid. Then let him continue with Care of Magical Creature class.
Today he was telling them about erklings whatever the hell they were; he tossed the cover from the cage beside him revealing a short elfike creature. Harry looked at Neville who was behind him to see Neville gazing at the creature as if in a trance. Hagrid saw the danger and covered up the cage again to the shrieking protests of the creature. He went on about how the erkling lured children of by trickishly unfair means. Harry tried to listen hoping it would take his mind of Ginny but it didn't work. She was so pretty and angelic in looks but Ron would kill him if he told him he liked his sister but Mrs.Weasly wouldn't mind. Ginny was so kind and generous but funny to, besides she was a prefect something he didn't quite achieve himself. They had so much in common how could he not realize that before. Like him she had had a near fatal struggle with Voldemort. She liked me before maybe she still does said a hopeful voice. Determined to find out he sat devising a plan to talk to Ginny without making it seem purposeful.
The day was not very eventful and his thoughts kept pulsing back and forth between anger at Ron and Hermione and the warm lightheaded thoughts he had whenever he thought about Ginny. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and his shabby spell work reflected it. Hermione kept glancing at Harry from across the room, he could see her through the corner of his eyes but they never made direct eye contact because he was trying his hardest not to look over there. Ron seemed agitated when she stared at Harry and would divert her attention. This made him angry and spells only got worse. As they were heading to potions class Ron shoved past him with Hermione who seemed quite angry with Harry. Fuming he dragged back trying to get his anger under control before he had to face Snape.
Stepping into the classroom he saw Snape with a grim smile on his face. He tried vainly to push past and get to his seat when he heard Snape say 10 pints from Griffendor for your tardiness. The anger he had just swallowed rose up again and he sat in his seat glaring at Snape, who was putting the instructions on the board for the potion, they were to make today.
Harry roughly put together the ingredients he really didn't care whether or not he passed potions. What did it matter he only end up being killed by Voldemort. This was something he had been thinking about all summer Hogwarts had driven it clean from his mind but being around Snape, a former death eater had awakened the thought. Carelessly he added a handful of powdered doxy's teeth. The potion turned a murky gray and began to smell like rotten tuna soup as black steam began rising from the surface in large clouds. Snape attracted by the steam came over to look at Harry's cauldron. With a sneer he waved his wand and got rid of Harry's potion, "detention Potter tonight you will make your potion correctly then or feel my wrath how you passed your potions exam I don't know." The comment stung and he really wanted to yell out to Snape that it was because his ugly face wasn't there to distract him but he didn't want any more trouble from him. He simply had to settle for harshly throwing his damaged and unused ingredients in his bag.
After his dinner Harry headed down to the dungeons for his detention. He really didn't expect it to be pleasant but Snape made it horrible. It was so nerve wrenching having Snape hovering over you launching insults at the tinniest mistake. By the end his potion looked somewhat like it should have but Snape only gave him a 'P'. Quite disgruntled he headed back up the stairs and up the marble staircase. It seemed like forever before he reached the portrait hole and another minute or so before he could force his tired mind to remember the password. He made his way across the common room past the dying embers of the fireplace. As he entered the dormitory he saw that Ron was still awake and had the side candle lit. **************************************************************************** ********************
Ron saw that Harry was ignoring him and it was understandable but he really missed his best friend and he didn't want to wait until things got worse between him and Harry to make up. "Hey look Harry I know that losing Sirius was one of the worst things that happened to you and we were wrong not to write to you but we're sincerely sorry."
Harry didn't look satisfied with the apology if anything he looked more angry at the mention of Sirius so Ron hastily continued, "look-
"I don't care about you're lies, was this another one of Dumbledore's ideas, I could just hear saying something like 'make sure he's okay so he'll be around to kill Voldemort for us.' I know you didn't write to me because you knew I was going to end up dying. I know no one cares about me you wouldn't even be doing this if you didn't need me to kill Voldemort for you. Well here's info for all of you guys I can't beat him. So ditch your act. Oh and what's Hermione part in this want me to save her mudblood ass from Voldemort.
Ron could feels his ears turning red in anger. He launched himself at Harry and before he knew what was happening Harry was flat on his back Ron punching him as hard as he could. His fist slammed into Harry's ribs just as Harry managed to knee him in the gut. Ron rolled of in pain but the energy that anger provided him still coursed though his veins. By now he could hear the mumbled voice of the other guys waking up. Someone lit a light and he staggered up throwing himself at harry he knocked him into the dresser with enough force to break more than a few bones.
Out of no where harry kicked out and it caught him full in the chest knocking the wind out of him as he went flying 5 feet across the room and slamming into the bedside table. It brought a shower of items raining down upon his head but he didn't notice his wand rolling away across the floor. Harry's words burning fresh in his mind he threw himself at harry again pinning him against the dresser as he punched him as hard as he could in the face. Harry's lip split open and began to bleed but he didn't seem to notice. An elbow caught Ron in the neck momentarily crushing his windpipe. Struggling to breath he grabbed Harry's arm and twisted it behind his back making him struggle. Punching him in the side he let go of Harry's arm and used his other fist to punch Harry in the eye.
Harry rolled away curling up in pain but Ron followed kneeing him in the back. Harry turned around and swung wildly, it was a lucky shot that caught Ron in the side of his head as he ducked. Furious he kicked out and felt his foot connect with Harry's shoulder. Gasping in pain Harry rolled away again clutching his shoulder. Ron saw him reach out for something and then he rolled over onto his back pointing Ron's wand, which had fallen of the side table, at his heart with his good arm he mumbled something through sharp shallow breaths. Before Ron could react he was swept off his feet and want flying across the room slamming into the rear wall and landing in a heap at the base of it. Stars erupted before his eyes then everything went black. -End of chapter 3- TBC