TROUBLE IN THE AFTERLIFE:

CHAPTER 25:

"My house!" Ginny jumped about excitedly. "I have a freaking house!"

Fred grinned at her, and opened the door. And went inside. Everyone followed him. Ginny tried to go in but an invisible barrier stopped her.

Fred grabbed her hand, and pulled her in.

"Come in, idiot!" He shouted. He pulled her hand, and tried to take her in.

She shouted.

"No, no...!" She yelled. "Fred, Let go!"

Her face was clashing, she couldn't get it. A cut slashed into her face. and started bleeding. Fred couldn't let it go, they were bound by magic. Remus tugged at him.

"Fred, let her go!"


Hermione was sitting in Harry's and Ginny's house. Her wand in her hand, all of the room was cover with magic conductors. This was powerful spell, she needed to concentrate.

"What happened?" Harry asked anxiously. "Why isn't happening, Hermione?"

"This magic is dark, and I need to let it consume me!" Hermione told him. "I would let it, Harry, I would let it consume me ...for you...and for Ginny."

She had started tearing up.

"I can't do it!" She sobbed, "My subconscious isn't allowing me to!"

Ginny's face broke into a cut. Hermione gasped, and her wand fell to the floor.


Fred let go of Ginny's hand. The blood was still flowing.

"I'm sorry!" Fred was shocked at what had happened, "I don't know, why I did..."

"It's okay! It's okay!" Ginny said, as the cut started to heal up, as it had opened up.

"What happened?" Sirius asked.

"An external force is acting upon them." Lily said thoughtfully. "Like with Havenake stone!"

"What the hell could it be?" Fred said, holing Ginny's hand. "We still don't know who was the one who stole the stone in the first place."

Ginny took his hand, and stood up, and all of them went inside, and this time she had no problem going in. Her existence was becoming prominent and permanent there by the minute. She had forgotten that she didn't belong there.

Like Hermione had predicted, nobody there would remember Ginny didn't belong there, if Ginny herself didn't remember it.


Harry looked at Ginny, and yelped.

"What's happening?"

Hermione's wand hit the floor with small thud, and the wound started to heal up. In seconds, it was as if there was no cut to began with. Just a stain of her blood was there.

"I don't know, Harry I don't know!" She sobbed.

The door bell rang, and Harry froze.

"Mrs. Weasley..." He whispered, almost inaudibly.