Bijuu go crazy: third chapter, it's not my best but I think I got into the end rather well, it is mostly to set the plot up. And to everyone reading please review. It doesn't matter if all you say is 'Cool story, keep it up' or 'I like it' even though I'd love some constructive criticism but I don't mind these kinds of reviews as they tell me that people like the story. If you want to ask me something about the story feel free or if you want to suggest something to me I'll listen.

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A bit too much

Harry Potter had just had a bit too much, no not firewhisky or plain ordinary whisky, he'd had a bit too much fun watching his class mates suffer from all kinds of strange conditions, Lavader Brown seemed to be painted brown, Millicent Bulstrode had mushrooms growing out of her face, Ron had somehow fallen for the same trick twice, it would have been partially due to lack of sleep and the fact that he still hadn't woken up completely, he had only fallen asleep even though he'd drunk a potion designed to make someone believe that they are a different kind of animal. Nevil had been too terrified by Snape and had run out of the room when handed a potion. Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy were looking very queasy.

There was something else that he'd had just a bit too much of and that was Snape pushing against him in a mind duel. He knew full well why the man was doing what he was doing but it didn't make it any better. He could have for just about anyone else held out indefinitely without trying, but Snape was a cunning and sharp minded man, a very dangerous enemy to have and an even greater ally. Most wizards or witches trying to enter his mind would end up caught in a mass of chaos, pointless memories ruching by. Snape however was familiar with this method and knew how to deal with it, something that was very rare. This meant that Harry had to redirect Snape to another lot of chaotic memories and cause the set that Snape had ordered into a chaotic pattern again.

When this method had begun to crumble he'd had to resort to building a barrier. It worked rather well too, until Snape started to look for weak points and slowly make his way through. Harry had managed to patch his barrier a few hundred times before Snape managed to slip though properly. This got down to one of Harry's last methods of defence, senseless ever changing order. He'd filed his memories in over two hundred ways when he'd been in tuning himself to the mana. The odd form of organisation kept Snape busy for only so long, there was only one word to describe the man, brilliant.

Now however they had come down to a war of pure will power, if Snape hadn't let him know what he was doing then the potions master would be deep within his mind, so when the class came to an end he was almost running out the door. Ron and Hermione were out shortly after.

"I know you don't like potions but that lessons was actually pretty funny until he started lecturing and Molfoy's face was just hilarious." said Ron before going onto all four and trying to sniff Hermione's arse.

Ron fell to the floor as Hermione's hand slapped across his face. "Hermione, I think he's still partially under the influence of that potion."

Harry placed a hand on Ron's shoulder, his eyes sparkled a little, it was a good thing he wasn't facing Hermione. "Mate get a grip and never sniff a girls butt again."

There was one third thing that Harry had had a bit too much of and that was worry, when Krarta had arrived the previous night he'd confirmed that Ginny had come back with him, he'd been right, a wave of relief had washed over him at that moment. It wasn't until Krarta told him about her condition that Harry realised how much trouble it meant. A split soul required cold blooded, first degree murder and Ginny had done no such thing. This meant that unless close to the other piece of her soul, Ginny would suffer terribly. The only good news was that Ginny had the item that held the other part of her soul, the bad news was that it was her wedding ring.

So considering all of this, when Draco Malfoy approached him with a big ugly sneer on his face, Harry was just about to lose it. He could have handled almost anyone else, hell throw the dark lord Tom Riddle at him and they'd have a nice cup of tea. He just really had no tolerance for a brat who was so stuck up that he thought it was cool to brag about being rich. "Potter what do you think you're doing, trying to show us up in there."

Harry's patience was wearing thin. "And you granger, you filthy mudblo…"

Harry's patience was gone, he flicked his wand out, only just stopping himself from using a spell that could have been deadly. So instead of being reduced Malfoy was only made a bit dumber with a stupefy spell.

"Let's go." said Harry walking away from the stunned bully.

Now Harry wasn't the only one who'd had just a bit too much. Sitting across from Albus Dumbledore was a strange man, clothed in rich coloured middle eastern style clothing. There were lots of reds and oranges as well as blue and purple. This man had had a bit too much, and so had Dumbledore. They had had a bit too much of each other company.

"Now Albus, don't be a brat, you're old enough to know when something is up and you know full well that Nick is very much trying to test you. Honestly he just wants to see how you would hide that thing. You know that it is unobtainable for an ordinary wizard, especially someone like Tom." spoke the colourfully dressed man.

"I know Fawks but it doesn't make me any less edgy, There was a troll in the castle and while I know that many of our senior students can deal with such things. It doesn't change the fact that three first years were the ones who ended up fighting it all because you take me to the top floor of the school to tell me that you were considering passing your flame on." replied the aging or rather aged headmaster.

Fawks smiled. "Nick asked me to look after you all those years ago, that's what I intend to do. Even if I do pass on my flame I'll still be an immortal bird, just not a high Phoenix anymore. Anyway I'm tired of the almost constant combustion I need to restore my balance. I wont leave you to deal with this alone. That angelic is waiting for me."

Albus nodded somewhat and in a burst of multicoloured flames Fawks the high Phoenix vanished. He'd had a bit too much.

Now as for Ginny Weasley Potter, she had had a bit too much, not troublesome teachers in her head, or fun laughing at silly school students, or even birds whispering in her ears, or too much of a constant companion. No what Ginny had had a bit too much of was pampering and affection and of course her mother's eyes that seemed to be questioning how this all had come to pass. So it all seemed to balance out. She was currently sitting on the roof of the Burrow wearing a plain blue t-shirt and a similar skirt. Her wedding ring hung on a chain around her neck.

She heard the sound of a window opening, when she looked over to it she much to both her surprise and delight saw Bill Weasley emerge alive and healthy. It was strange that sometimes things only hit you when they are right in your face. Before she knew what was happening she was weeping in his arms.

"Hey, gin. Its okay, I'm here now." he repeated over and over as he held her rubbing her back gently. Her sobs slowly begun to ease, but her nerves were working up a storm. She knew that her brother had at least been told something about the demon that'd been in their house.

"Do, do you know?" she asked looking away from him.

Bill tilted his head slightly, he didn't seem to be confused it was more of a concerned look that one of confusion. "Well I know that you had an attack recently but mum hasn't told me anything else. There's more to it than that right, Gin what happened, you know you can tell me."

Ginny stopped, tears ran down her cheeks and her throat constricted. She couldn't bring herself to speak there were too many dangerous things that she could say. 'What do I do?'

"Gin, come on, if you don't tell me I can't help you." Bill pleaded.

Ginny just continued to sob loudly, her thoughts whirling around like a maelstrom. Should she tell him that she split her soul, or that she was in company of a demon, or the fact that she'd come from a future. She knew that all of this should just be a secret but that was out of her hands now, her parents knew about both her soul being split and the demon that was working with her. Things were really looking down from her point of view, everyone already knew too much, she had to cover it up somehow…

"Ginny, please talk to me?" said Bill rocking her softly.

Suddenly something caught her eye, at Bills hip was a knife, it was a knife that she was very familiar with. It didn't make sense for him to have it yet, it was far too early. If her memory served her correctly Bill had obtained the knife a small while after the war had come to an end. It was sealed in a chamber within the sphinx. He'd told her back then that is was supposedly made by anubites. Soul eater, that was what it was called and she remembered Bill telling her that it was very similar to goblin made weapons as it took properties that benefited it from that which was around it.

"Bill… where did you get that?" she asked slightly afraid of what the answer might be.

"Ah, um Ginny no matter what you do, don't touch it." he paused for a moment letting her nod. "I found it while we were working inside the sphinx looking around, curse breaking and of course treasure hunting. Wait don't try that on me Gin, I know that something is up so tell me?"

"I… I…" she struggled to get the words out, she just couldn't bear to have her brother know about anything. But still… "I summoned a demon." She finished her voice becoming very faint.

Bill looked at her with both bewilderment and confusion on his face. "You whated, a what?"

"I summoned a demon, I didn't sell my soul or anything, I just wanted to…" Ginny trailed off not sure what she could say in excuse to this act.

Bill looked at her with a mixture of surprise confusion and worst of all disappointment. He let out a long sigh. "Okay, that's not too bad, your soul is still your's… there's something else isn't there?"

Ginny nodded fiddling with the ring that hung around her neck. "Well about my soul, I kind of split it in two."

"That's that's why this happened, that's what caused your attack. It was a partial split or you wouldn't have any symptoms." he said analysing the situation aloud. He reached out and touched the ring around her neck.

The next thing Bill knew Ginny had slapped him across the face with a yelp. "Oh sorry, please don't touch it…"

Ginny's face had become bright red and what he'd just done became frighten clear to Bill. 'Did I just effectively grope my sister… eww wrong, wrong and bloody wrong.'

"Did I just?" he asked his voice very on edge.

Ginny nodded trying to hide behind her hair. Bill on the other hand was just sitting there shell shocked, thoughts of the consequences that could come from this fact. 'I'm going to Hogwarts next year, a little re-education never hurts.'

"Come here Gin, everything's going to be alright." he said soothingly and took her into his arms.

Ginny broke down again and begun crying, the pair sat in silence on the roof, they were up there for a few hours by Bill's reckoning and by the time he'd coxed his sister inside she'd fallen asleep. He smiled down at her before heading downstairs to have a serious conversation with his parents. As he walked into the kitchen he found himself in a strained atmosphere. Standing in the doorway to the burrow was none other than Lucias Malfoy. The man seemed to be regarding the house with much disdain and some sick amusement. It took a lot of will power not to curse the man, he paused in his thoughts for a moment, as his hand brushed against the hilt of the dagger on his side.

Malfoy spoke. "Now Arthur, I don't know why they sent me and not an owl or someone that was less busy but the ministry would like an explanation as to why they received a note saying that you are taking a few days off."

"My daughter is sick, I'm making sure she's okay." growled Arthur in reply.

"Then you should get to work to pay for the medical bills.' replied the smug politician with a smirk.

The next few seconds were a blur, no-one in the room had noticed Bill until he decided to act. His wand was out and he'd sent a very powerful stunning curse at the bigot, knocking him through the wall and out of the house. Bill followed him out and with a flick of his wand the wall was back in place as if nothing had ever happened. He pointed his wand at the head of the Malfoy house and spoke with a dripping venom in his voice. "Leave now or you will leave in pieces. Don't try play with me, the old laws still stand and trust me I have a goblin for lawyer."

Malfoy glared at him. "You think you can make death threats at a ministry employee of my status…"

The man was silenced as Bill cast a cutting curse at the mans left hand severing it, it was quite a clean, nice cut in Bill's opinion. "That was your last warning leave!"

Bill stood over the man like a demon and fear could be seen as clear as the most perfect crystal on Malfoy's face, The man stood stiffly and apparated away. Bill walked over to the spot where Malfoy had been, bent over and picked up the hand, he smiled a smile only a curse breaker would understand. In Bill's had was all the material needed to perform a true curse, a curse that wouldn't be know of by anyone. Quickly casting a disillusioning spell he'd picked up in western Africa he headed inside with nothing in his hand.

As he entered the house he met his parents who gave him a worried look. "Bill what happened? You didn't do anything too outrageous did you?"

He smiled at his father. "No. I just warned mister Malfoy not to ever insult our family again but I doubt he'll listen and will probably try to press charges. Maybe I'll get my vault changed into a apartment. Don't worry about anything I have the old laws on my side, magic will protect me, and by the way why didn't you tell me she summoned a demon."

Molly opened her mouth. "So she sold herself to…"

Bill flicked his wand and his mother's words were silenced. "I don't want to hear your narrow-minded opinions on creatures that you have never truly spoken to. What I want to Know is why didn't you tell me?"

"Bill we thought it'd be better if no-one found out about this and we don't want people to think the wrong thing next year…" replied his father.

Bill flicked his wand at his mother who had stopped trying to speak. "Now let's sit down and have a cup of tea while you tell me what you mean by 'we don't want people to think the wrong thing next year' I'm rather curios."

Bill lead his father to the table and Molly went to work making the tea. "Explain." Bill ordered.

"We, being your mother and I have decided that it's best not to let…" The rage on Bill's face was becoming apparent. "Ginny go to…" Arthur weasley was now looking very nervous, there was a thing about Bill, he was very, very protective of his little sister so much in fact that he'd always added some sleeping potion to the other brothers food at night so they didn't know that she was flying on their brooms, also Bill was never angry, well almost never but his rage was one thing that Arthur never wanted to be on the wrong end of. "Hogwarts." He just managed to squeak out the last word.

Molly handed Bill a cup of tea which he took calmly in sudden contrast to his earlier state. His smile seemed to spell doom to his parents. "I can see why you have a problem with her attending but don't you think it's her right to go, don't you think you could have talked to Dumbledore to see what he could do. In fact why don't I go to Hogwarts as well, I'm sure I could do with a bit more education, Who knows maybe I'll learn to be an animigus. I'll look after her."

Molly and Arthur looked at each other both questioning which was more dangerous, sending Ginny to Hogwarts in her current state, although with Bill to make sure she was okay, or Bill's anger. They decided that Bill's anger would be worse. "Fine Bill we'll let her go, but promise us that you'll make sure she is okay and tell us if anything happens."

Bill nodded a small smirk of satisfaction on his face. "Good I agree, now I'm off to bed."

With that Bill went upstairs to perform a powerful curse.

The next morning came to the Weasley household with a large amount of swearing shouting and panic. The first thing that Bill noticed when he woke was that he was holding a teddy bear, and not a life stealing knife, the second thing he noticed was his mother shouting something about his sister. He got out of his bed and pulled on a pair of pants at random, threw on a shirt much the same and left his room to see what the noise was all about.

Molly was standing outside of Ginny's room with a note in hand. He dreaded asking but had to all the same. "What's going on mom?"

His mother just handed him the note. It read clearly.

Dear family

I'll be gone for a while, and hope to see you all just before the next school year starts.

Love Ginny

P.S.

Bill I have S.E. just in case.

Bill had one coherent thought. "Oh bloody hell."

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