This chapter shows a little bit of how Lidda is. And I checked this one so I hope its not as bad as the others with spelling and stuff.
Without your hold on me a Harry potter fanfic:
Chapter 3: Hear my voice
"Wait, what happened?" Ginny looked from one to the other, not fully understanding nor believing what they had told her.
"We just told you, Gins, we just met you-know-who's daughter!" Ron said, getting annoyed with how clueless his sister was being at the moment.
"I know THAT, what I want to know is what happened? You said that Professor McGonagall talked to you guys about her?" For this part she turned her attention to Harry, who was pacing up and down the common room.
"Yea, she first talked to us about coming back for our last year, then she starting talking to us about Lidda," He sat down at one of the chairs and looked into the flames, the glow showing the worry in his eyes, "According to her she has had a bad life. She watched her mum being killed and cut into pieces when she was only five."
"And," Hermione chimed in, knowing that Harry wouldn't be able to tell the whole story, "when Volamort DID come back he went to find her and he killed her younger brother. He told her it was a payment for not trying to bring him back and for not going to him when he did come back."
"And to top it all off," Ron added, "you-know-who, about a year after his rise, was testing spells he created out on her and one of them made her lose her hearing. She's death because of him."
"And this is the short version." Harry said, standing and leaning on the wall by the fireplace.
"WOW, and you said she just stormed off? I'm taking it that she isn't happy about who her father is…was." Ginny said.
"Well, would you? I mean the man was insane!" Ron sated.
"True, but I would never of thought she couldn't hear I mean she was answering us in the room, right?" Harry asked, utterly confused.
"Yes, but I think she can read lips. She was looking at us when we were specking. And plus it would explain why she didn't answer us right away. I don't think she was really looking at us the first time you asked her about Professor McGonagall's whereabouts." Hermione said in her mater-of-fact way.
"So she'll be staying with us the summer? I mean at the burrow with us?" Ginny asked, mostly to Ron.
"Um… I think so. I mean she said that she already talked to mum and dad before us. She must be." Ron said.
"Well, we should get to sleep. We will be going to the burrow tomorrow and we are most likely ganna need our sleep." Harry said, looking at Ron and Hermione most of all.
"Fine, night. Come on Ronald." Hermione said, pulling his hand.
"But-" Ron started but was halfway up the stirs before he could speck.
"Well, I should be-" Ginny started
"-no, please Ginny. I really want to talk to you…" Harry said, looking down, his voice weak, "about what happened in the Great Hall."
"Harry, you can talk when your ready."
"Gins, I know I'll never be ready but I think if I talk to anyone; I want it to be with you because… because well, I don't want anything getting us upset at each other. Truth be told, your right. I have no idea what's going on. I am so confused that I was hoping someone else would understand for me. But I know that no body can do that for me."
"You'll figure it out, Harry. You really are the only one that can, you know that, right?"
"I don't think so Ginny," Harry walked and sat across from her, keeping his eyes away from her, "I can't do this anymore. I can't. I can't be that guy anymore. I want to be but I just cant. I'm used up, I'm tried and I'm confused and. I just, I just need some one to understand me, because I can't even do that."
"Who is that person." Ginny asked slowly and filled with worry.
"Well, I was hoping. I was hoping it would be…well, you, maybe." Harry said, he looked at her in the eyes now, a tear falling from his eye, "Ginny, you know me. You know that I would never ask for help unless I really needed it. And I do need you. I need you a lot."
Ginny looked into the flames, hiding the fact that she was crying from Harry, "What can I do, Harry? I don't think I can do that…I mean, what is it that you need me for?" Ginny now looked Harry in the eyes, holding the gaze for a few seconds then turning away.
"I need you just do be like you have been. Its sounds weird but, but I think most of all I need you right now. I need someone to always be there. I need someone who has been in my shoes, need someone who can love me even after I hurt them badly," Harry stood up and walked over to Ginny, tears falling freely from his eyes now, "Ginny you have always been that to me, and that's why it has to be you. I can't do this on my own."
"What on your own?" Ginny asked
"Find freedom. I don't know where it is or how to have other than being with you." Harry looked away filly now, wiping the tears that were now uncontrollable. But Ginny took Harry's chin and made him to look at her.
"You always had freedom, Harry. You just have more now." Ginny said softy, pressing her lips against his for a short amount of time before she pulled away slowly and smiled her sweet little smile, "Now, we must sleep for tomorrow we will being going home."
"To the burrow?" Harry asked hopefully, smiling his side smile at her.
"Yep, going home to the burrow." Ginny said in her sweet voice. She said good-night and was about to go up the stirs when the door opened and then slammed close. Lidda walked fast past them but then the door opened again and George came through, running after her.
"Wait," He griped her hand and turned her around to face him, "Lidda, come on I didn't mean-"
"LET ME GO!" She pulled from him but he griped her again, this time pushing her up to the wall.
"Lidda, listen to me. You know I didn't mean it. You know-"
"I DON'T KNOW YOU. LET. ME. GO." She pulled away fully now and ran up the stairs.
"WOW, what happened to her?" Ginny asked, sitting back down.
"Yea, what did go on?" Harry asked with concern.
George sat down and let out a heavy sigh, "Did you two know she was death? Or that she was Volamort's daughter? Because I, like a moron, started talking to her and I was talking for like an hour before I found out she was answering so I finally find out that she was death and then after we hit it off I went and started to made fun of Volamort. You know how I make jokes well I think it offended her and now she ran off. And then that just happened." He said it rather fast and then sighed again, resting his head in his hand.
"Ouch. Did you explain to her that you owned a joke shop? I mean usually guys who have joke shops you know, joke around?" Ginny said, ironically enough, like a joke.
"As a matter of fact, I did. She seemed to like the idea. Oh, by the way, is she really spending the summer with us?" George asked
"Yea, she has no other place to go. And she might go back to school with Ron, Hermione and me next year." Harry said with a yawn. But Ginny just laughed a little laugh.
"What?" George said to Ginny.
"Oh, come on. You know what I mean. I have known you all my life. I know what's going on."
"What's going on?" Harry asked too tired to put things together.
"George has a crush. He likes the Riddle girl." She said with a small smile.
"I do not. And her name is Lidda."
"Point proven." Ginny said.
"Ok, while you two fight over who likes who, I'm going to bed, night." Harry left the room and walked up the steps.
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Harry got almost to the top when the sound of sobs came from around the corner. He looked around and saw Lidda, shaking with her head down. He walked over to her and sat down in front her. HE taped her and she looked up at him, "what do you want?" her voice was full of venom.
"Are you ok?"
"Why do you care?"
"Why shouldn't I?" Harry defended himself, making sure to keep looking at the girl so she could read his lips.
"OH, I don't know maybe because of who my father was? Everyone else blames me for what he did, why should the boy that lived be any different?" She seemed to on the verge of tears now.
"Hey, hey, I wouldn't blame you for that. He wasn't a good person so I know he couldn't have been a good father. And why should I blame you for what your father did? I mean a person doesn't pick who their father is ganna be. Right?" Harry smiled at her a nice, warm smile.
"Thanks, your going to the burrow also, aren't you? And George too?"
"Yep all of us but Hermione will only be with us for a little bit, and then she's going to get her parents."
"Thanks and, Harry I mean it." She said, really sounding like she meant it.
"Mean what?" he asked bewildered.
"I mean thank you. For everything."
"I didn't do anything." Harry said, taken back.
"Yes you did," She stood up and started to walk to the door to the girls dorm, "You killed him. You freed him; and therefore, I owe you my life." With that she turned and entered the room, closing the door behind her.
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"So, here we are." Ginny told Lidda as they left the car. Lidda smiled at Ginny and then turned to look at the house.
"Oh my gosh; its…its so beautiful! You really live here?" Lidda asked, to no one in peculiar.
George stood in front of so as she could see him, "Yea, but its not that big. And now we have ten people who are going to be living here."
"I can help with that. Can you all step back a bit?" She looked behind her to see that they all did as they were told she then took her wand and pointed at the house, "Imperio Engorgio" she waved her wand and nothing seemed to happen, "Come, look inside." She entered the house first and then the rest.
"It worked? I would never have thought that those two spells together would have done THIS!" Hermione seemed overwhelmed, just like everyone else. The inside was huge. The living room was double in size and the kitchen looked brand new. There were three extra floors and now there was a dinning room.
"Thanks, now there are 11 rooms and six bathrooms, there are also two half baths." Lidda said, turning to Mrs. And Mr. Wesley.
"Well, that really is something, now how did you know that would work?" Mr. Wesley asked
"Yea, it is wonderful, just perfect!" Mrs. Wesley said with owe.
"Thank you. It was nothing really. And my father liked to mixed spells. Some of them worked, and I think he passed that habit on to me. I really did know if it would work or not." Lidda smiled kindly.
"Really, could you teach me some?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Well Never use Conjunctivitis, Scruge, and Riddikulus together." Lidda said matter-of-factly.
"Why not? They are all really cool spells. Why? What do they do? "Ron asked.
"Well, just say that's the last spell I heard and leave it at that." Lidda said as she lowered her head. After that their was a long silence.
"Well, um. Maybe we should all go and pick out our rooms, how bout that?" Bill asked, changing the subject as fast as he could.
"OK, last one is a rotten egg." Lidda said as was halfway up the stairs. She quickly found a room that had a nice view of the lake on the land. She closed her eyes and laid down on her bed.
"Lidda?" George walked in, closing the door behind him. He smiled as he watched her lying on her bed, her eyes closed. She looked so beautiful that he walked over to her and slowly taped her leg, walking her up with a start.
"Merlin, George. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"No, sorry, I mean. Um.. I Just wanted to tell you..that um.."
"Its ok. I understand, I mean I mean I forgive you. You didn't know.." Lidda said with a sad little smile on.
"Um, I wanted to ask you something but I, never mind." George smiled weirdly at her.
"What? Tell me, please?"
"NO, its nothing. Now, you have a nice view."
"Yea, That's why I picked it." Lidda said as she watched George look out the window, no longer paying attention to Lidda. She smiled and drew a deep breath, "Should I? Would he understand? Well.. he will; wont he?" She thought to herself then pushed the idea out of her mind.
"You know," George looked at Lidda, "If you don't mind I could come over here a lot. I like the view; if you don't mind." HE then gave his sift, sweet smile he is known for and made Lidda look away. He put his hand under her chin and made her look at him, "You know, you make it hard for people to talk to you when you keep looking away? Huh?" He gave another one of those smiles.
"What am I kidding? Its wroth it…I hope." She though, "Well you make it hard to talk to when you keep joking around." Lidda then gave a smile and looked away again, just to see what he would do.
George got up and knelt on the floor so he was face-to-face with Lidda, "OK, now your just trying to get to me."
"You know what?" Lidda asked in a strange voice.
"What?"
"Do it!" "You always get to me," She then closed the gap between them and kissed him slowly. And just when he put his hand in her back she pulled away, a smile on her face.
George just looked at her with his mouth open, a confused look on his face, "uh, what was that for?" Lidda looked away, pretending not to see him. But George put his hand on her chin again and pulled her into another kiss, pulling away slowly and gentle. Lidda opened her eyes and was breathing deep, "There, now we are even." George then left the room; giving Lidda a nice smile before he left.
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