"Ginny hasn't responded to our last owl. I hope she is feeling well." Mrs. Weasley stated over breakfast. "mm" Mr. Weasley said, not really paying too much attention to his wife. He was busy looking at a muggle radio he found outside. He began whistling casually and she continued sipping her tea.
Ginny groaned, her body screamed, and her ears were ringing. She peaked through her eyelashes to her surroundings. She was in her room, everything was normal. Well, everything would have been normal had it not been for the man slouching on the floor by the door. As the memories came rushing back to her, Ginny jumped up and grabbed for her wand. Her hand came back empty as she scrambled to gain composure. She stood stock still in her day clothes with her hands up, ready to go fisty-cuffs on this intruder. He watched her with an amused smirk on his haggard face. When he began to stand Ginny sprung to the door, praying for an escape. Too bad that the man was quicker than she was. He stepped in front of the door; instead of grabbing the door knob she grabbed and handful of his ragged shirt, and ran headlong into his chest. She fell backwards, her red curls falling into her face.
"Yow!" she yelled as she landed onto a pile of books. The man let out a deep chuckle and offered a hand to the young girl. Ginny stared at it suspiciously; she could get up on her own! So, ignoring his effort she hauled herself up cringing as she rubbed her back. "Ma'am, I'm just trying to be polite." The man said, she notice he had a thick accent but she didn't know where it was from. "Well I don't need your help!" she said leaving a deadly venom of "your", "Especially help from someone who tried to kill me last I remember!" She chewed her lip and pushed past him into the hall and walked down the stairs ready to send an owl to Dumbledore pleading for help.
She wanted to cry so badly, but this man was walking so closely behind her. She felt if she stopped suddenly he would run into the back of her. Her nerves were definitely being tested today. Finally she was so angry that she spun around to face him, "What are you doing?! Why are you here!? And who the bloody hell are you!?" She yelled, flinging her arms around for emphasis. "Ah love I've been waiting for you to ask!" he said in that velvety smooth accent of his. "My name, is Otto Harris." A smile played at his lips when he bowed slightly and Ginny stepped backwards and hit the kitchen counter behind her.
"O-o-ot-otto Ha-Harris?" Ginny asked in disbelief. "Yes, do you know who I am?" he inquired with mock surprise. Ginny nodded. Yes, she had heard of him. She had heard her parents whispering about him. He worked for Dumbledore and spied on Voldemort. He was the smartest boy in his graduating class, one of the world's best wizards at Occlumency and Legilimency, and has successfully infiltrated the Dark Lord's headquarters. He has made his way up to one of the highest most ranking positions in Voldemort's army. Voldemort trusts this man so much that he looks to him for advise with plots to destroy the Order. Ginny must have had a stricken look on her face because he reached out and lightly touched her shoulder. She leapt back. She knew what this man had to do to become so trusted by You Know Who. His past wasn't a pretty one. Although she knew that she shouldn't be afraid of him she couldn't control herself.
"Why are you here?" she asked in a meek quiet voice. All her courage had left her. So much for being a Gryffindor. "Ah that, love, I can't tell you. Well, why are you here? As I recall it, it's not quite Christmas vacation. Shouldn't you be in school? Oh and, What's your name again?" he inquired, leaning forward to get a better look at her. Ginny squirmed under his gaze and said in a hushed voice, "Ginny Weasley. And my mum and dad are forcing me to stay her while… um…well, to protect me…" She suddenly felt very embarrassed. She was living here like a hermit because her parents were afraid of the same person that this man talked to almost daily! How humiliating! Of course, she turned the typical weasley red. She quickly turned away hopping he didn't see her blush. On top of everything the thought of blushing was making her blush more. Could this get anymore awful? Well you could be dead… True… hey! Get out of my mind!
Ginny rounded on the man. The nerve! How dare he read HER mind! Without asking! "What in bloody hell do you think you are doing?!" she whispered with pure hatred laced through her words. "Oy, chica, calm down! I just wanted to know why your so upset." He said. She poked him in the chest, narrowed her eyes and said, "Maybe you should have asked." Then, she turned on her heal, nearly whipping him with her long locks, and stomped upstairs.
When she reached her room she found her wand on the top of the dresser, cast a silence charm on the room and burst into tears. She lay in the small chair by the window and cried into her knees. How much effort it was to be brave! Her body was racked with sobs as she crawled into her bed and fell asleep. Thank merlin for sleep!
Ginny woke with a splitting headache. God what a day to have a migraine! She knew she was going to have to face Otto. She took a quick shower, and got dressed in a pink linen skirt and a sky blue T shirt. With the addition of her sheepskin slippers and a brown sweater she magically dried her hair and did a really light amount of make up. For some reason she felt she had to look presentable to the notorious man who, by the smell of things, was cooking breakfast down stairs. Sure enough when she reached the stairs she could hear the clinking of pans. She paused for a moment and looked at herself in the mirror that hung on the old wall. Well, I look brave… This was going to be harder that she thought.
She walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Looks like he hasn't noticed me! She got herself into a 'I'm lazy and I don't care what you think' position in her chair and watched him nervously. That was her plan; look calm but really be a screaming bunch of nerves on the inside. He had cleaned himself up and changed into a nice pair of navy slacks and a steel button up shirt. Why did he have to dress so preppy? It made her nervous. He was quite handsome, his blond hair stood in all directions and his clothes hung off him nicely. He wasn't big and broad, he was thin with shoulders a bit on the small side. But, when Ginny ran into him she had noticed that he had a very well muscled physic under the dirty clothes and caked on grime.
"I think you might be burning a whole in the back of my head." He stated plainly. Ginny jumped, she didn't think he had seen him! Oh he was probably reading her mind right now! "If your reading my thoughts I'll kill you…" she warned. She was hoping acting strong would make the red drain from her cheeks. "I wasn't! I've got eggs and bacon. I think we need to chat." He turned from the stove and Ginny almost fell out of the chair. He was gorgeous! He looked about 35; His eyes were sky blue with high cheekbones and a perfect complexion. He sort of looks like he should be gay…she thought idly. He placed a plate of food in front of her and sat down next to her. A little too close for comfort. She picked at her food and every once in a while glance up and glare at him. He just laughed and finished his food.
"So chica you seem to know who I am." He said. She didn't answer right away and leaned forward and made a questioning hum sound. "Yeah yeah, I know who you friggen are!" she said in a board voice. The one people use on people who are bragging to much. "What I really want to know is, why you are here?" she questioned. "Well, it's a long story." He looked around a placed a silent charm on the room, "You know what I do, for by 'job' so to speak?" he asked. Ginny nodded. "Well Albus told me to get out of the Dark Lord's circle. So I staged my death, transfigured into an ant and crawled out of the castle. No one seemed to notice. I've been in hiding ever since.(its been about six months) And for the last two weeks I've been living here. No one but Albus knows of my work (being a spy) and no one outside the Dark Lord's tightest circle knows of my "death". so…" he stopped because Ginny had dropped her tea cup onto the ground.
"Two weeks! You've been living here for two weeks and I didn't know until yesterday!" She cried, how could that have happened! He was in Sirius' room all along! He must have had a curse on the door to stop her from coming in! "Well, you almost found me a couple times." Ginny stood up, she was too confused and upset. "Wait, then why did you attack me!?" she didn't understand. Her life had been so dull; this was just over stimulating her! "Well," he said, "I don't really know why I attacked you! Ya know… I'm awful sorry about that!" He held his hands up in surrender as she forcefully stood up, her chair falling down behind her. She walked out to the only courtyard that was within the wards. She just needed to think by herself. Little did she know that her thoughts weren't exactly privet.