Author notes: Omg this is chapter nine! I never in a billion years thought I would get this far! I almost didn't. Sorry it took so long; I had a MAJOR case of writer's block. I wrote up to the first line OK, but then... BLANK. Well, here it is at last … the chapter carrying on from two chapters previous. You know, the one in which Harry pushes the glazed- eyed Ginny in front of a moving train. Well, I won't leave you in suspense any longer … here we go!

Chapter 9 – Well isn't that funny?

Shocked silence. All eyes turned to the train. To the body that was now horribly visible. Then to Harry. Accusing eyes turned from all directions. Part of Harry's brain was screaming at him Run! Run! But he couldn't. He couldn't leave Ginny. Or whoever it was- those last few minutes before Harry had pushed her had been scary ones; Ginny hadn't been herself. Still, no reason to push anyone under a train. Harry's throat felt like it was on fire; if you have ever felt the need to cry, but know that it's not quite appropriate, then you'll know what he was going through. He gulped, and walked over to a spot where blood had splattered up onto the platform. He didn't know why, but an instinct in the back of his mind made him reach out and touch the blood. As soon as his fingers made contact with it, his forehead erupted with pain. It was his scar. Harry put one shaking hand up to his forehead, and pulled the other one away from the blood.

Still the pain continued. It continued when he felt someone grabbing him from behind (you're under arrest on the charge of manslaughter). It continued when he was pulled into a standing position (you have the right to remain silent). It continued as he was loaded into the back of a van (but anything you do say may be held against you in court). But there wasn't just pain in his forehead; there was also pain in his heart. He'd … he'd … he didn't want to think about it. He shuddered.

"Ginny…" he whimpered, then the physical and emotional pain got too much, and he blacked out.

Ginny walked out of the supermarket, clutching her sandwiches, and sat down on a wet bench to eat them. Just as she was finishing, the cold began to seep through her clothes, and she got up. She decided it would be best to find out where exactly she was.

"Excuse me," she asked a woman in a purple mackintosh, "I'm afraid I'm not from around here, could you tell me where exactly this is?"

"We be in Straghal, miss. I 'ope you don't mind my asking, but what would a young lady like you be doing in Straghal? In the rain? On your own?"

The last question sounded more like a threat than a question. Ginny was scared.

"Erm, I'm … visiting a friend … in London," she said hurriedly.

"I see. And … you came to Straghal … on the way?"

"Yes! Erm … my friend told me about … The Great Ape … she said I should visit it…"

"But there's another Great Ape in London!"

"Is there? Well, fancy that! Um, better be on my way!" And with that, Ginny half ran, half sprinted, to the train station. Joining the queue to get the first ticket to anywhere, she spotted a teenage boy with scruffy, raven black hair, at the front of the queue. Harry! Ginny ran up to him.

"Harry!"

The boy turned round. It was indeed Harry. But he had a strange kind of look- sort of… glazed.

"Ginny, darling, what a surprise!" he turned back to the ticket master, "make that two, darling."

Darling! What the hell was going on? Ginny's suspicions were confirmed when 'Harry' turned round and dragged Ginny bodily onto the platform. He turned to her with a fixed smile and gazed at her hauntingly.

"Er, Harry, are you sure you're OK?" Ginny asked hesitantly.

"Yeah! Never been better!" he screamed in her ear. Ginny flinched, but was not convinced. She shrugged his hand off her shoulder, and felt her temper rising.

"Look, I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you've done with Harry, but GIVE HIM BACK! Give him back, I tell you, I don't know who you are but I know you're not him!"

-Flashback-

Ginny darling … make that two, darling … Harry turned round and dragged her bodily onto the platform … fixed smile … gazed at her hauntingly … glazed eyes … glazed eyes … glazed eyes … glazed eyes … glazed eyes … glazed eyes … glazed eyes … glazed eyes … glazed eyes …

-End flashback-

Harry just smiled at her again, and moved closer, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Get away from me!" Ginny screamed. People were beginning to turn, now, turn and stare. Tears streamed down Ginny's face, and she shouted some more.

"Give him back! Give Harry back! Take me, take me instead! Anyone but Harry!" she was rambling now. Harry took another step towards her, and Ginny turned, preparing herself to run. But behind her, walking towards her, was the woman that had questioned her about her visit, but she was no longer wearing her purple mackintosh, and Ginny could see a wand tucked up her sleeve. She had the same glazed look as Harry had had, although she looked a little more . . . evil. Hurriedly, Ginny turned around, searching for another way to escape, but Ginny's rant had attracted attention and there was now quite a crowd. Ginny was alarmed to see that Harry was only a step away.

She did the only thing she could. She pushed Harry on the shoulder. Hard. Then she ran past him, pausing to look back only once. But looking back that once was all it took. All it took for her to see what happened next. And what happened next was, from Ginny's shove, Harry had lost his balance and fallen over the edge of the track. Right into the path of a moving train.

Shocked silence. All eyes turned to the train. To the body that was now horribly visible. Then to Ginny. Accusing eyes turned from all directions. Part of Ginny's brain was screaming at her Run! Run! But she couldn't. She couldn't leave Harry. Or whoever it was- those last few minutes before Ginny had pushed him had been scary ones; Harry hadn't been himself. Still, no reason to push anyone under a train. Ginny's throat felt like it was on fire; if you have ever felt the need to cry, but know that it's not quite appropriate, then you'll know what she was going through. She gulped, and walked over to a spot where blood had splattered up onto the platform. She didn't know why, but an instinct in the back of her mind made her reach out and touch the blood. As soon as her fingers made contact with it, she felt really light-headed. She pulled her hand away from the blood, and knelt on the edge of the platform, wondering what to do.

"Somebody grab her, quick!"

She felt strong arms grab her from behind, and once again silence followed.

"Well isn't anybody going to phone the police?"

"Already done, Mr. Smith. They're on their way. They're coming straight from another incident. An incident where a young lad pushed a young girl under a train. Isn't that funny?"

They strong man who held Ginny from behind erupted in loud guffaws. No, it's not funny. It's not funny at all. They're laughing at people's deaths … people's murders. I killed Harry. I killed Harry. Harry. Harry. Dead. Ginny renewed her crying, and soon she heard police sirens cutting through the air like a knife.

She was shoved into the back of a van. There was one other occupant. The other murderer, no doubt. She looked up, and saw a teenage boy with scruffy, raven black hair sitting across from her. He looked up, puzzled.

"What are you doing here?" they said in unison, "I just pushed you under a moving train!"

Author notes: tee hee hee, did ya like it? I'm particularly interested to see what you thought of this chapter, it might have been a little repetitive, but it was all for the atmosphere, honest. Once again, my sincerest apologies for not updating for ages … I'm going to try really hard to get chapter ten up as soon as possible. Chapter ten! Man, that sounds good! The next chapter will be off to St. Mungo's, and we'll find out the fate of Mrs. Weasley! Oh, I hope you had a great Christmas and a brilliant New Year! One of my New Year's resolutions is to update my fan fiction more often, so I hope I can keep it! So long!