Chapter 2 – Is Anybody Home
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Hey, is anybody home?
Has anybody wasted tears on
The loneliness
That everyone becomes
Our Lady Peace - Is Anybody Home
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Potions had been a bomb, lucky Snape had only sent her off with 4 detentions.
If there was one thing she sucked at, it was potions and having a demanding professor didn't really help. She felt slightly dizzy as he ordered her to clean up the slimy green stuff off the floor. She had a feeling the aroma was hazardous. Not like Snape cared though.
"A reason we should all use birth control." He stated to the class making pretty much every Slytherin 6 year erupt in laughter.
She was now in the common room playing chess with Hermione as Colin so kindly reenacted the hellish episode of potions class.
"-And then the git said she was almost as stupid as her brother! I assume he was talking about Ron but I don't really know…"
Deciding she was just about up to her limit of 'quality time with Colin' she ordered her chess piece to take out Hermione's
"Checkmate."
Hermione huffed in annoyance.
"I think some chess gene must run in your family." She concluded
"Charlie can't play worth a shit and neither can Fred or George."
"Ginny!" someone shouted
She turned around and found Dean Thomas grinning down at her, "Dumbledore want to see you."
"Ooooh Gin's in trouble!" Colin burst out
She tried her best not to curse at him, but failed miserably.
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She walked to Dumbledore's office expecting him to lecture her on not disturbing classes with her clumsiness. She had been up there 2 times in her life. Both were because of thing out of her control.
The first time was in her second year, Tom Riddles diary. (More commonly known as Voldemart.)
-Flashback-
With her mother and father by her side she limped up the rounded stairs to Dumbledore office.
Several times her mother had asked her if she was alright. Her parents had been worriedly glancing at her for what seemed like 5 hours but was really 5 minutes.
"Ginny, are you sure? You're awfully pale." Her mother pestered
"I'm okay" She muttered quietly shuffling her feet across the floor as her father knocked
"Come in!" she heard Dumbledore called
The portrait opened to a large circular room. The ceiling was high with dozens of pictures of old headmasters.
She felt quite dizzy from the large room that held so much. There seemed to be thousands of magical elements to this room. The portraits were looking down on her. One commented she looked like she was going to hit the floor soon if she didn't sit down. She glared up at it.
"Gods, I'd stake my life on the fact she's a Slytherin." Another commented, "no one else comes in here looking that dark, other than maybe that Potter bloke."
Feeling insulted she told the portrait where to stuff it. Her mother looking outraged told her she'd been listening to Fred and George to much.
She rolled her eyes and stiffened as Dumbledore strolled in. She knew he'd ask her a lot of questions, about Tom.
He said a quick hello and told them to sit, offering her a lemon drop she refused politely.
"So, I assume you parents filled you in on what I'd like to know?"
She nodded and let her dark red hair fall in her face as she started to tell the horrible tale.
-End of flashback-
The second time she was in Dumbledore's office, she was sleeping.
The only reason she knew was because she had woken up in there surrounded by her parents and Dumbledore, all looking down at her with strangely worried looks crossing there faces. She had thought she was dreaming so she went back to sleep. She mentioned it the next morning and her mother got flustered saying it was probably a bad dream. She doubted that very much though.
The statue to Dumbledore's office turned and revealed a secret staircase. She smiled remembering the then-huge office that was at the top. Walking up the cherry wood stairs to the small waiting room she sat on a sofa that had just appeared out of nowhere. She guessed it was Dumbledore's doing.
About 5 minutes later the door opened and out walked Dumbledore himself, along with Snape who sneered at her in "greeting" and left.
"Miss. Wesley, how have you been? Come in and take a seat. Lemon drops on the table if you want one."
She declined and sat down on the puffy chair he had offered.
"I'm sorry about disrupting the class in potions if that's what this is about."
He glanced at her, "No, no it's something else."
She waited for an explanation
"There's a rumor going around that you are having nightmares where you wake up in a rater nervous state. Now I myself don't usually take part in it but I thought I'd better make sure you were alright anyhow…"
Anger was building up as she listened to this. She had told them not to tell. Who did they think they where! She had a feeling Dumbledore would read right through her if she said this person must be wrong.
"Yes. There just dreams though, nothing to be afraid of."
He nodded, "Could you tell me what they where about?"
She must have gone pure white when he said this because suddenly his faced turned very solemn.
"I have a feeling I know. Did they involve Tom Riddle?"
She nodded timidly and starred at the ground, twisting her hair into winglets nervously.
"Yes."
The room stayed silent for a moment while Dumbledore seemed to be mulling this over.
"Have you ever had moments where you thought your mind was being taken over?" He questioned like it was the most normal thing in the world to be asking.
"No sir, not since the diary incident."
"I suggest you get some dreamless sleep potion and try using that for a few nights, if you start getting the dreams again don't hesitate to let me know."
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief that she wouldn't have to go into a long detailed analysis of her dreams like she knew her mother would want.
He excused her with a small smile and she walk out of the office and to the library.
Pulling the blue journal out she started to write. Trying to keep the images of herself on the forest floor slowly dieing, from her head.
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She decided to go see Madam Pomfrey knowing she would have no problem giving her a dreamless sleep potion. She remembered asking her many times in previous years. All she told the women was she had frequent nightmares that kept her awake and Pomfrey seemed fine with giving her it.
"Another nightmare Miss. Weasley?"
"Yes." She answered quietly, "Could I have some dreamless sleep?"
The old women nodded having grown fond of the short redhead. She took the potion out of the large pantry-like cupboard and passed it to the girl. No questions asked, was her policy. She left discipline up to the professors, in less someone was getting in the way of a patients recovery she was more then happy to have visitors.
"Thank you very much." Ginny added taking the potion from the lady, manners where always nice to.
Walking down to dinner Ginny tucked the potion into the pocket of her robe.
It was a loud dinner, being the 2nd dinner Hogwarts, students were eagerly catching up on gossip and such.
"What do you think about Malfoy this year?" She heard Lavender whispering to Parvati.
"He's a bastard, but not to hard to look at." She whispered back giggling
She had a strong urge to roll her eyes but resisted.
Looking over at the Slytherin table, Malfoy looked up and she could have sworn he looked her way- for about a millisecond. Not like she cared that much, the girls where right about one thing, he was a bastard and perhaps the biggest in the school.
She stood up after dinner had finished and walked back to her dorm. It wasn't as if she was antisocial, she just didn't feel the urge to talk to every person she came by.
Once in her bed, she took out the journal again and wrote in it. The door opened and her roommates crowded in a laughing and joking.
"Hey Gin! How's it going?" Stacy asked sitting on the side of her bed.
She knew they only told Dumbledore because they where worried but it still annoyed her.
"Which one of you told?"
The all wore blank looks
"I'm serious, about the dreams?"
"I didn't!" They where all fast to deny it, knowing she could be a royal pain in the butt if you got on her bad side.
She rolled her eyes at there childishness and closed up the curtains around her bed.
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