Chapter 3

By the time I arrived at the commonroom I was in tears. The boy I loved was blackmailing me. He wanted to kill the boy that broke my heart but also made me so happy that one summer.

"Damn Roger! Damn Harry! Damn Life!" I screamed throwing myself into the wall. I hurt when I hit the hard surface but I didn't care. I crumpled into a ball and slid down to the floor. My red hair spilled over my shoulders and tears flowed freely from my eyes.

I sat there for a very long time crying and shaking. After a long time, a shadow crossed over me and stopped over my figure.

"Gin? Ginny? Gin! Are you okay?" The voice called out to me.

"Harry?" I said, lifting my head just slightly.

"Oh Gin. Are you hurt? What happened?" Harry said falling on the floor next to me. I opened my mouth to tell him that it was Roger but suddenly a voice popped into my head. It was Rogers voice.

"Don't tell him," Roger's voice said.

But I want to. I need to.

"Tell him anything and I will kill him anyway. Tell Harry and I will kill him, Ron, and Ginny. I will kill all your friends. Don't tell him anything."

But…I hate you.

Then the voice was gone and all I heard was Harry asking me what was wrong. I wanted to tell Harry so badly but him life. His life was much more important.

"Ginny, please tell me what is wrong," Harry said softly to me.

"I can't Harry. I can't tell you," I said falling into another fit of heavy sobs. My entire body shook with such force that Harry threw his arms around me to try and protect me. My head fell limply onto his chest and he placed me in the lap. His arms were wrapped tenderly around me. Holding me and protecting me. If only he knew.

We sat there for what seemed like hours. I kept crying but Harry was there for me. He helped me. After a while I looked into Harry's eyes and said, "Thanks Harry but I have to go."

He gave me a hurt look but I gave him a kiss on the cheek before running into my dorm room. I had to get ready for what was sure to happen to me that night. Harry staid in the commonroom sitting against the wall for a long time. Ron walked in and, spotting his best mate on the floor, walked over and sat next to Harry.

"Hey Harry! How are you? Why the hell are you sitting on the floor?" Ron said.

"Ginny was crying and I was sitting with her. She just left. I wonder what happened to her."

"She didn't tell you? That's odd. She tells you everything. She trusts you more than she trusts me." Ron said. Harry gave him a hurt look. "Well she did. Before…..well, you know," Ron finished, a guilty look flowing over him face. He knew that Harry did not like to talk about the past.

"Why Harry? You love her so much. You should just ask her out." Ron said.

"She would never say yes. She loves that Roger fellow. I'm just a distant memory of something that could have been," Harry said remorsefully.

"No mate. You got it all wrong. She loves you. She does. Roger isn't even in the picture." Ron said mater-of-factly.

Harry's face lit up. "Really?" He asked. "Roger…" he said, a look of understanding crossing his face. "She is crying over something Roger did to her. She said she couldn't tell me. That I wouldn't understand. It must be Roger. That bloody bastard! If he is hurting my Ginny I will kill him!" Harry said, his voice growing in intensity as his sentence went on.

Harry decided that he was going to win back my heart. He was going to get to Roger before Roger got me.

In the meantime, I was up in my room crying. I had thrown myself on my bed and I was crying. I wished that I could stay with Harry but I didn't want his death to be on my hands. Or Rogers. What did it really matter?

I pulled myself up and stripped out of my perfect jeans. Whatever love they ever possessed no longer seemed to work. I felt horrible. I ruffled through my closet and found a pair of black jeans and a gray camisole. I pulled them on and looked in the mirror. I looked horrible. My hair was ruffled and my face was all puffy and blotchy. I quickly performed a glamour charm that helped clear a little of it up. I didn't look great, but I didn't want Roger to think I was weak. I hated him, but I wanted to prove I could do anything. I looked at the clock to see that it was 5:30. Dinner would start soon but I did not care.

Looking in the mirror one last time, I threw myself on the bed and set my alarm clock for 7:45. I closed my eyes and an uneasy sleep overcame me. A sleep full of dragons and demons, all with Rogers face, and all laughing cruelly at me.