Okay, I haven't updated in a while! I'm so sorry, I've had tons of stuff to do, like working on my science fair project and readying my world civ binder to turn in, and just a lot of stuff, and I planned to update about a week ago, but schoolwork got the better of me! So, I'll give you an extra important chapter to make up for it! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and I hope you like the chapter!
Chapter Ten
Hermione stared at Ginny, aghast. "He thinks he's in love with you?" she asked. Ginny nodded. "Oh my God! That's hilarious," Hermione cried and started to laugh uncontrollably. "That's the funniest thing I've heard in the longest time." Hermione wiped her eyes, which had begun to tear up because of her laughter, and looked at Ginny's face. "Sorry," she said.
"I don't know what to do," Ginny wailed, as she plopped down on the edge of Hermione's red-covered bed.
"Well, Ginny, take it this way, Dobby just had an unintentional mix-up and you were the outcome of that mix-up. It's really not a problem, I'll go talk to Dobby about it later, and knowing him, he'll be begging to make it up to you," Hermione paused to wipe some hair out of her face. "Anyways, the potion only lasts an hour, and it's been about an hour since we've eaten, so it should have worn off by now. You should go back and check in a few minutes after you calm down."
"It doesn't make sense though," said Ginny, wiping her nose. "If the potions had just been mixed up, then Draco would have gone after Harry, like Pansy did, he wouldn't have come after me."
Hermione's eyes widened. "I didn't think about that. C'mon, let's go find Dobby." She grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her out the door, heading down to the kitchens at a sprint. Ginny kept hearing parts of sentences, such as "conniving little" and "what was I thinking" and "idiot, idiot, idiot."
At last, huffing and puffing, they reached the picture of the fruit bowl and Hermione tickled the pair. As they stepped inside they were greeted by hundreds of little house elves, all with downcast eyes. Only one stepped up and asked them if they wanted anything to eat.
"No, thank you," said Hermione. "Do you know where Dobby is?"
"Yes miss," said the small green elf, "He's ironing his ears."
"He's what!" Hermione shrieked.
"In that corner over there," the house elf pointed.
Hermione ran over to the corner, leaving Ginny standing in the middle of a group of house elves. She slowly made her way over to where Hermione was kneeling on the cold kitchen floor.
"I'm sorry miss, he was just very mean to me when he was my master and I wanted to make him do something that he would never ever do in real life," Dobby mumbled. Ginny could see lies flashing through his eyes, and could tell that Dobby was not telling the truth.
"Dobby, did you think of what the Ginny would feel like?"
"No," said Dobby, hands caressing his burnt ears, eyes watching his feet.
"Say you're sorry," instructed Hermione.
"I'm sorry Misses Ginny. I didn't mean to hurt you," said Dobby to Ginny.
"Now let me heal those ears for you," was the last thing that Ginny heard anybody say before she felt her body leave her control, and fell over backwards, hitting her head on the hard stone floor, and passing out.
"The world is changing, every day, every minute, and every second. There is nothing we can do to stop this from happening, but there are two people who can. United from hate, these people can bring about reforms in the world, and save us, not from the Dark Lord, but from themselves. If they do not unite very soon, their fighting will be the downfall of the earth as we know it, and the rise of a terrible power. Keep watching for changes in the moon, the stars, and we will know if they have united, else the terror will be great."It was a tall blonde lady talking; she appeared very graceful, yet very old and wise.
The vision changed. Ginny could see troops marching in formation and coming to stop in front of a podium. Standing near the podium was a petite woman with freckles and auburn hair.
"Achmed, take your troops down the middle line, beware of the enemies right flank, there are many dangerous creatures, few of them human in that brigade. Sully, you loop around and attack them from behind, use the Hihlioshno curse if you see any dragons, I know he recruited some over the summer. Does anybody know if the younglings from Japan have arrived? I need them to try to release our captives. We must win the battle. The Dragon must die."
The vision changed once more. The tall, blonde lady from the first scene was not standing at the top of a hill, looking over a field full of dead bodies. One of the bodies was that of the woman from the second scene.
"Look what has happened because the two refused to unite. The entirety of England has been destroyed, along with 99 percent of its inhabitants. The two lie dead killed by each other's troops. Now it is up to me to find all the survivors and bury this mess that was caused by the two, and created by the two. The two stubborn, proud, and now dead, will now never have the chance to unite, and they will not produce the offspring that would have grown up to be the greatest ruler know to the country of England. There is only one more chance."
Ginny woke up in the hospital wing, to Hermione's watchful eye. "Ginny!" Hermione shrieked as Ginny popped open her eyes. "I'm so glad you're finally awake. I was getting really worried. You kept mumbling all this stuff about 'the two must unite'. I had no bloody idea what you were talking about. Must have been some nightmare you were having, huh?"
"How long have I been out?" Ginny asked.
"About sixteen hours. You've missed about three classes, but that doesn't matter. At least you are awake now. You just keeled over in the kitchens, I was so worried. You scared me so much. Anyways, Draco didn't show up to Potions this morning, so we all went looking for him, and found him in his room, also keeled over, naked, no less. He kept murmuring the same thing that you did. Pomfrey thinks maybe you both ate something bad and have food poisoning or something. Oh well. I've got to go though; class starts again in five minutes. You can have the whole day off courtesy of whatever your illness is. I'll check in on you after transfiguration."
"Okay," Ginny said weakly and slumped back down into her pillows.
Madame Pomfrey scurried over as Hermione left and felt Ginny's forehead. "Well, that's funny," she sniffed. "No fever. Hmmm, well, just drink this pepper-up potion and you're free to go, but I expect you to go straight to bed, no going to class or anything like that. You need to sleep. I would keep you here, but poor Neville has something contagious and I wouldn't want you or Mr. Malfoy to get it. Why don't you to head back to your rooms together, that way you can keep an eye on each other." Madame Pomfrey paused to take in a deep breath. "Here, drink up. I'll go get Master Malfoy."
Ginny quickly downed the potion and was standing by the side of her bed when Madame Pomfrey returned with Draco. "Very well, why don't you go on to bed? But not bed together. That's uncivilized."
Draco sniggered, then looked at Ginny's face. She looked as if she had seen a ghost. Instead, she had seen a mirror, and looking back at her was the woman with freckles and auburn hair.