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Chapter 6
Ginny's three friends sat in the common room with the container of fudge in front of them.
"Yum," said one girl, "Ginny's mother makes the best fudge. I can't wait to eat it!"
"Too bad Ginny's missing out on it. Maybe we should save her some in case she changes her mind!" suggested another girl.
"Fine," replied the third girl. She reached for the container and opened it.
"It seems a bit more watery than usual," observed the first girl.
"Yea. It's not really thick and it smells weird," stated the second girl.
"Maybe Ginny's mom spit in it!" giggled the third.
"Ew! No way! She probably just added too much water or something! I think it's safe to eat!" declared the first.
"We don't have spoons though," pointed out the second.
"Oh yea, I'll go down to the kitchens to grab a few," offered the first. She closed the container of fudge and left the Gryffindor Common Room. The two remaining girls stared at it.
"It looks too good to wait! That weird smell is almost appetizing!" cried the second friend. "One eensy taste probably won't hurt…"
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Harry wandered around, wondering if Ginny had tasted the fudge yet. He decided to look for Ron. Ron was most likely up in the dormitories sleeping, so Harry headed back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Maybe Ginny would come running at him and leap into his welcoming arms. Then they could make-out. Harry started to run, eagerly anticipating what he thought was coming.
Harry reached the portrait of the fat horrible lady in pink silk. He spoke the password, and she swung forward to admit him. He clambered in, just in time to see one of Ginny's friends lifting a watery fudge-covered finger to her mouth.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," wailed Harry in horror. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. With his super Seeker reflexes, Harry made an awesome leap across the room, and began to ascend with his arms spread apart like an eagle, right above the unfortunate damsel. He looked like he was about to body slam the poor maiden. The girl looked up, her fudge-covered nose pickers an inch from her mouth, and saw Harry coming down upon her like a whale doing a belly flop.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH," she screamed in fright. Her terrified shriek was muffled halfway by Harry's body, which squashed her flat! There was total pandemonium in the Common Room as Gryffindors rushed over to see what the ruckus was all about. Parchment flew and ink bottles overturned. Miraculously, the container of fudge was perfectly fine, having been snatched out of harm's way by the third friend of Ginny's. Ginny's second friend, unfortunately, was not fine. In fact, she was feeling extremely bruised and flat. The wind had been squashed out of her. Harry, who was still crushing the poor female, was breathing rather heavily. He was glad he had managed to prevent a disaster. Harry clambered off of the flattened girl and brushed himself off. Then he helped her up. At that moment, Ginny came down the stairs to investigate the screams and gasps. She took in the scene all in one glance, noting the crushed table, her ruffled-looking friend, and the green-eyed git's sheepish expression.
"What is your problem?" demanded the redhead furiously.
"Eek…" stuttered Harry, whose voice was abnormally high, "I-I was just t-trying to prevent her from eating y-your f-fudge. Your mom m-made it j-just for you, you know."
"Well, I let her have it! And next time, I should thank you not to go flying into other peoples' businesses! You're just a nosy old busy body! And what does it matter to you that I'm letting other people have my stuff? Go mind your own business and your own stuff!" shrieked Ginny angrily. Her eyes were blazing spots of fire, which seemed to ignite her entire head. Her hair had become such a flaring shade of red that the common room was nearly consumed in flames! The brave Gryffindors fearfully cowered behind tables and chairs, and the diminutive ember in the fireplace shrank in submission to the raging conflagration of Ginny's hair. Harry, who had caught full blast, was already reduced to a pile of ash, but not really. He was more like a burned, quivering glob of terrified pudding.
"I-I'm really sorry G-Ginny, but I was j-just try-trying t-to p-protect y-your st-stuff," pleaded Harry in a fearful squeak. Ginny looked even more terrifying than Lord Voldemort, who resembled a bald Michael Jackson!
"I can protect my own stuff thank you! No get out of my sight! I never, ever want to see you again! And stay away from my friends too!" shrieked Ginny like a Banshee on fire. She was a lot like Mrs. Weasley.
Harry regained his normal voice.
"I'm sorry Ginny, but I can't do that," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. There were stifled gasps coming from the quailing Gryffindors. The Chosen One was surely done for, and all they could do was watch in a horrified silence!
"And why not?" hissed Ginny, straight-backed and dangerous. Her eyes were narrowed to slits, and one of her hands was gripping her wand tightly. She longed to curse that black-haired piece of filth into obliteration, but she had to remain calm.
"Because—Because I really like you!" confessed Harry. All the air in the common room disappeared as every single Gryffindor took a sharp intake of air. They all watched Ginny fearfully, waiting in suspense at the imminent explosion. Surprisingly, she remained still. Her features softened for a moment.
"Well—in that case," began Ginny, "I really like you too!"
"Really?" asked Harry, who looked like all of his dreams had come true and more!
"NOT!" shrieked Ginny, gurgling and laughing wildly with her amber eyes rolling madly in their sockets. She raised her wand and screeched a spell, all the while continuing her insane cackling. BOOM! A flash of blinding yellow light! Harry's entire body was lifted into the air and blasted entirely out of the common room! Nothing remained of the fat lady's portrait, or the wall previously underneath it. Harry crashed through several floors and ended up landing in one of the dungeons. He was also half dead and singed. Up in the Gryffindor boys' dormitories, Ron snored soundly.
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In the library, Hermione looked up momentarily from the thick tome that she was currently immersed in, as a BOOM sounded in the distance. She shrugged. It was probably Peeves. She closed her book and put it aside. She looked at the bottle of perfume that Ron had supposedly given to her. Hermione picked it up from the table before her, and held it up to the light, admiring the smooth, crystalline color of the amber liquid. She held it to her nose, savoring the musky scent. How kind of him to give her this lovely perfume! It sure smelled like Ron though. Hermione wondered if it was the cologne that Ron used, if Ron even used cologne. She lifted up the glass bottle and was about to spray some on her neck when—
"Miss Granger!" came a shrill voice from behind a shelf. Hermione put the bottle of perfume down and turned around. Madame Pince's vulture-like face was poking out between two books.
"Yes?" sighed Hermione, annoyed, "Am I thinking too loud?" Madame Pince scowled at her.
"You had better go to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey seems to be looking for you," said the Librarian. Hermione looked up, a worried frown creasing the lines in her forehead.
"What do you mean? Has someone been hurt?" demanded Hermione.
"Not so loud! I don't know! Just go!" replied Madame Pince testily. Hermione stood up and stuffed her books and the perfume into her bag. She groaned inwardly. This was her second time to the Hospital Wing today. Madame Pomfrey just probably wanted to confirm something about Ginny's amnesia or maybe Harry was in there, arguing his case. She hoped Ginny got her memory back soon. This business was taking a lot out of her study time!
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"Ron! Wake up!" cried Dean and Seamus frantically. They shook Ron vigorously, but he snored on.
"Ron! Ron!" they cried desperately. Seamus slapped Ron a couple of times on his face. Finally, Dean decided to use the Levicorpus spell.
"Wha--?" yelled Ron in surprise. It was quite a shock to find himself hanging from the ceiling. Dean released Ron back onto the bed.
"Your sister just killed Harry!" cried Seamus.
"Eh?" replied Ron. His mind had not yet adjusted. He was still woozy from sleep.
"Your sister! Ginny! She just murdered Harry!" repeated Dean. Dean was extremely glad he had broken up with Ginny. He was also glad that their break-up had been peaceful and nonviolent, unlike her break-up with Harry. Dean shuddered at the thought.
Ron wondered if this was some kind of joke, or if his memories were being tested. The only way Harry could die was if Voldemort killed him—but wait—what if Ginny was Voldemort? She had been the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets in her first year! But he had to worry about Harry first. Ron leapt out of bed.
"Where's Harry?" he shouted, overcome with worry, "Take me to him!"
"Well, he's in the hospital wing. I'm sure you know where that is," answered Dean. Ron sped out of the dormitory, his bed sheets still tangled in his legs. He didn't even need to stop to clamber out of the portrait hole because it wasn't there anymore.
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Harry groaned in the bed he was currently occupying. His entire body was swathed in bandages so that he looked like a mummy. He couldn't move a finger or a toe. Harry wondered if he was paralyzed. He hoped not, or else the Gryffindor Quidditch team would lose this year.
"Harry!" came a highly energized squeak from the bed next to him. Harry groaned. He knew that voice. Harry did not even bother to answer. He was too dizzy, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead or asleep.
"Harry!" came the squeaky voice again. It was Colin Creevey, who was completely wrapped in a cast like Harry's. "Look! We match! We're twins! I wish I had my camera so I could take a picture of us! We're both wrapped in bandages!" Colin giggled dementedly. Harry just moaned. He wished he could turn his head away, but it was wrapped in a cast as well. All he could do was stare at the white ceiling. Suddenly, there was a loud CRACK and Dobby the house elf appeared.
"Harry Potter sir!" came a higher and squeakier voice than Colin's. "Harry Potter sir! Dobby heard the noble Harry Potter was injured! So Dobby came to see Harry Potter sir!" Dobby jumped onto Harry's stomach, and Harry winced in pain.
"Hello Dobby," croaked Harry in a tortured voice. This was the last thing he needed. Dobby's green eyes gleamed with happiness, and just as quickly, filled up with tears.
"Dobby was very busy Harry Potter sir! But when Dobby heard the great Harry Potter was injured, Dobby immediately stopped what Dobby was doing and came to see the noble Harry Potter!" Dobby shoved his ugly mug into Harry's face. All Harry could manage was a weak grin. Dobby's face was full of devotion for Harry.
"Can Dobby get the noble Harry Potter sir anything?" asked Dobby.
"Just some piece and quiet," moaned Harry incoherently. Dobby, however, understood.
"Dobby knitted Harry Potter sir a pair of socks! Dobby will leave Harry Potter sir's socks here now. Good bye Harry Potter sir!" cried Dobby enthusiastically, and with a CRACK he disappeared.
Harry rolled his eyebrows down to his stomach, which was wrapped in white bandages. The lurid socks laying there contrasted sharply with his ivory belly. One sock was a neon orange and covered in rainbow Hungarian Horntails. His other sock was a deep blue and decorated with crooked snitches, bludgers, and broomsticks. Looking at them made Harry's eyes hurt. They rolled up into his head, and he went unconscious.
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