My Blonde-haired soldier
By Otakuprincess
Author's note: YAY! I got more reviews! I'm really glad you are all liking this so far. Let me know if you notice a tone change or something, because I really need to know. This is currently my favorite fic that I'm working on, so yay. It might even be more than 20 chapters long in the end! Basically, just so you know, this is more than a songfic. It's based on a songfic, but there is going to be a lot of stuff in the middle. The end will be based on the song, but I might add a few more chapters after that. You'll have to keep reading and see. PS: Does anyone have a muggle money to wizard money conversion table? I have no idea what prices should be for certain things.
Ginny awoke to a shaft of sunlight streaming in through the dormitory window. She still wore her clothes from the night before, and her flaming hair was in a tangle at the back of her head.
"Ginny! You're finally awake. I thought you'd never get up." Hermione walked over from the doorway. "It's Saturday, though, so you don't have to worry about getting to class on time."
Ginny nodded, rubbing her eyes to rid them of dust. She rolled out of bed, changed into a new pair of jeans and a tank top, and tied back the curtains on her bed. Loud voices came up the stairs from the common room, so Ginny walked down to find out what was going on.
"Dragon Delights!" Fred yelled to the crowd of Gryffindors around him. "One bite and you're breathing fire!" Neville coughed as a last trail of smoke escaped from his nose. "Only 25 knuts apiece!"
"Oh dear..." Ginny muttered to herself. "It's a darn good thing Mum doesn't know about all this, or she'd be off her rocker." Ginny continued down the stairs, past the group of astonished students, and sat down on the couch next to Hermione, Harry, and Ron.
"Well good morning to you, too." Ron grumbled.
"What's up with you?" Ginny asked, annoyed.
"Forgot your promise to play Gobstones this morning, did ya? It's already 10:00! You said you would wake me up at 8." Ron complained.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Ron! I got back really late last night, and I completely forgot!" Ginny said apologetically.
Suddenly, Ginny noticed a small crowd gathering around the portrait hole.
"What's going on out there?" Ginny asked.
"Oh," said Harry. "We don't know what's wrong with him, but some first year Gryffindor almost stepped on Malfoy this morning when leaving the common room. Seems he's been camping out on our doorstep all night long."
Ginny went suddenly pale in the face. What was Draco doing, trying to get himself killed? If he had told anybody about seeing Ginny...Harry and Ron would surely kill her.
"Does anyone know why he was out there?" Ginny asked, trying to mask her worry.
"Nope." Said Ron. "But that evil git was probably spying on us. Anyway, McGonagall told him to shove off back to his own common room. He left about two hours ago."
"Why do you all have to be so rude!?" Hermione protested. Ginny looked up, surprised. "You know he's in the Order now." Hermione continued, lowering her voice.
"WHAT?!" Ron yelled loudly. The whole common room turned to look at him. "I mean, how could I do so badly on my palm reading?" Harry sniggered. "Ok, Mione." Ron whispered. "Why the hell is that git a part of the Order? He'll betray us, sell us out. What, if Sirius knew about this..."
Hermione cleared her throat, motioning towards Harry. "Ron, I really wouldn'tâ" "It's ok, Hermoine." Said Harry. "Sirius must be turning in his grave. Or, well..." Harry thought for a moment. "Not literally, of course."
After having a short conversation about the Order, which somehow turned into a debate over Blast Ended Skrewts, the quartet exited the Gryffindor common room and headed towards the Great Hall for lunch.
On the way down, Harry had the pleasant fortune of running into Cho Chang. While good for Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny found that they didn't really want to wait. They went on while Harry and Cho talked in private.
"Harry," Cho began, "How are you? I heard all about that dreadful Malfoy camping out on the Gryffindor doorstep. Really creepy, isn't it."
"Yeah..." Harry said, almost not paying attention to what Cho was saying. He was too busy admiring her.
"You know, sometimes I think You-Know-Who is going to just barge in here one day. There's always Dumbledore, but still. He gets more and more desperate every day. You-Know-Who, I mean."
"Mmm. Cho, I know this is off subject..." Harry took a deep breath. "Do you want to go to prom with me?"
Cho was almost knocked off her feet. "Prom? With you? Um...well...."
Harry looked down at his feet. "If you don't want to, or you're going with someone else, that's fine. I knew you would probably be busy, or something."
"No!" Cho blurted out. "I mean, I'm not going with anyone else. I wasn't expecting to be asked this early in the year. Of...of course I'll go with you!"
Harry went down to lunch arm in arm with Cho, feeling a whole lot better about the day.
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Ginny sighed as she took a look at the food laid across the table. Cheese, bread, sandwiches, pastries, orange juice, toast, and boiled eggs were randomly spaced all the way down to the other end. Ginny didn't touch a thing.
"Oh, come on, Ginny. You have to eat something! Is something wrong? Are you sick?" Hermione asked.
"No, I'm fine. I just wasn't very hungry." Ginny replied.
"Oh, come now. Eat, eat! Nothing better than food in the stomach." Hermione lectured.
Ginny took a boiled egg and buttered her toast. She then cut it into soldiers and began to dip it in her egg yolk. She then took a sandwich and some orange juice, and ended up wolfing down more food than she could have ever imagined.
"Wot huhnry. Wea wite." Ron chuckled, his mouth full of toast.
"Ron, you really shouldn'tâ" But whatever Ron shouldn't have done, he might never find out. A huge rush of owls came soaring into the Great Hall at an alarming pace. Scruffy owls delivering their owners packages of Chocolate Frogs, forgotten socks, letters of deaths in the family, or, most of the time, a copy of the Daily Prophet. Ginny let out a squeak as a particularly tiny owl came barreling at her at full speed. The owl somersaulted, crashed into Ginny's glass of orange juice, and began flapping its wings to get out.
"Oh, Pig, you stupid owl. You're supposed to come to your owner." Ron sighed as he picked the grey owl out of Ginny's drink. Now what have you got."
Pig hooted and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet, as well as a letter from Ms. Weasley, on the table. He then flew around in circles, finally landing in Ginny's hair and making itself comfortable.
"Ron, come on, mate, open it." Harry said, stroking Hedwig's feathers. Ron nodded, opened the letter, and gasped. "Harry, harry you've got to read this."
Dear Ron,
I know I shouldn't be writing this in a letter, but there was no way I couldn't tell you. Do make sure Harry doesn't see this, dear. I don't want to be getting his hopes up. Fudge (The Minister of Magic, dear) had a press conference yesterday evening. He said he is fully willing to cooperate with Dumbledore as to the protection of the school from You-Know- Who. Isn't that grand? But that wasn't all, dear. There has been a report...of course it can't be true, but one could hope...of Sirius Black in the Hogwarts area. I don't want Harry getting any ideas and trying to look for him, you know. Someone could be leading him into a trap. Be careful, and stay safe.
Love,
Mum.
Harry was at a loss for words. Sirius, alive again? It was certainly possible. Lupin had told Harry that Sirius was gone for good, but what did he know? The curtain in the Department of Mysteries was a mystery, so who could know the truth? Sirius, back to life. It was the one thing Harry had wished for during the last year at Hogwarts. To have Sirius back again....
"Harry! Harry, you know this is just a scam, right?" Hermione asked. "Ms. Weasley was right, this could certainly be a trap. Please don't do anything rash."
"Rash? Rash!?" Hermione jumped back as Harry stood up. "My godfather fell through that curtain. They said he was dead. And now I find out he might be here, near this very school? He could be alive, Hermione, he could be looking for me this very moment! How can you tell me not to look for him, Hermione, when I have this chance?"
"But, but, Harry..." Hermione began to cry. "Voldemort" Ron flinched, "is out to get you. He could have disguised someone to look like S..Snuffles. It's a trap, Harry!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" Harry roared. "You don't know anything! I was so afraid of getting him caught, I didn't open that package he gave me. Remember the package?! And then, the night I lost him, I opened that package. Mirrors. I could have warned him, I would have known he was in the house all along. But no, Hermione, I was too scared to take the risk. And look now! I could have saved his life!"
Hermione cried harder, and many heads were turned towards the Gryffindor table. Harry obviously hadn't noticed.
"No, Hermione. I will take this risk. I'm going to get him back!" Harry ran off, tears running down his face. Slowly at first, the crowd of spectators dissipated, and the Great Hall was back to its usual loud chatter and gossip.
The only person who did not go back to sit at her House table was Cho.
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OOOOO yay. That turned out really well, I'm so glad. As you can probably tell, this is turning into more of a 7th year book than a songfic. I hope you don't mind. The Ginny/Draco story will be continuing, so don't worry about that. One question for you all â please tell me when you review â should I change the name of the story? Since the storyline is encompassing more of the year, and more of the characters. Let me know, please!!
Author's note: YAY! I got more reviews! I'm really glad you are all liking this so far. Let me know if you notice a tone change or something, because I really need to know. This is currently my favorite fic that I'm working on, so yay. It might even be more than 20 chapters long in the end! Basically, just so you know, this is more than a songfic. It's based on a songfic, but there is going to be a lot of stuff in the middle. The end will be based on the song, but I might add a few more chapters after that. You'll have to keep reading and see. PS: Does anyone have a muggle money to wizard money conversion table? I have no idea what prices should be for certain things.
Ginny awoke to a shaft of sunlight streaming in through the dormitory window. She still wore her clothes from the night before, and her flaming hair was in a tangle at the back of her head.
"Ginny! You're finally awake. I thought you'd never get up." Hermione walked over from the doorway. "It's Saturday, though, so you don't have to worry about getting to class on time."
Ginny nodded, rubbing her eyes to rid them of dust. She rolled out of bed, changed into a new pair of jeans and a tank top, and tied back the curtains on her bed. Loud voices came up the stairs from the common room, so Ginny walked down to find out what was going on.
"Dragon Delights!" Fred yelled to the crowd of Gryffindors around him. "One bite and you're breathing fire!" Neville coughed as a last trail of smoke escaped from his nose. "Only 25 knuts apiece!"
"Oh dear..." Ginny muttered to herself. "It's a darn good thing Mum doesn't know about all this, or she'd be off her rocker." Ginny continued down the stairs, past the group of astonished students, and sat down on the couch next to Hermione, Harry, and Ron.
"Well good morning to you, too." Ron grumbled.
"What's up with you?" Ginny asked, annoyed.
"Forgot your promise to play Gobstones this morning, did ya? It's already 10:00! You said you would wake me up at 8." Ron complained.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Ron! I got back really late last night, and I completely forgot!" Ginny said apologetically.
Suddenly, Ginny noticed a small crowd gathering around the portrait hole.
"What's going on out there?" Ginny asked.
"Oh," said Harry. "We don't know what's wrong with him, but some first year Gryffindor almost stepped on Malfoy this morning when leaving the common room. Seems he's been camping out on our doorstep all night long."
Ginny went suddenly pale in the face. What was Draco doing, trying to get himself killed? If he had told anybody about seeing Ginny...Harry and Ron would surely kill her.
"Does anyone know why he was out there?" Ginny asked, trying to mask her worry.
"Nope." Said Ron. "But that evil git was probably spying on us. Anyway, McGonagall told him to shove off back to his own common room. He left about two hours ago."
"Why do you all have to be so rude!?" Hermione protested. Ginny looked up, surprised. "You know he's in the Order now." Hermione continued, lowering her voice.
"WHAT?!" Ron yelled loudly. The whole common room turned to look at him. "I mean, how could I do so badly on my palm reading?" Harry sniggered. "Ok, Mione." Ron whispered. "Why the hell is that git a part of the Order? He'll betray us, sell us out. What, if Sirius knew about this..."
Hermione cleared her throat, motioning towards Harry. "Ron, I really wouldn'tâ" "It's ok, Hermoine." Said Harry. "Sirius must be turning in his grave. Or, well..." Harry thought for a moment. "Not literally, of course."
After having a short conversation about the Order, which somehow turned into a debate over Blast Ended Skrewts, the quartet exited the Gryffindor common room and headed towards the Great Hall for lunch.
On the way down, Harry had the pleasant fortune of running into Cho Chang. While good for Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny found that they didn't really want to wait. They went on while Harry and Cho talked in private.
"Harry," Cho began, "How are you? I heard all about that dreadful Malfoy camping out on the Gryffindor doorstep. Really creepy, isn't it."
"Yeah..." Harry said, almost not paying attention to what Cho was saying. He was too busy admiring her.
"You know, sometimes I think You-Know-Who is going to just barge in here one day. There's always Dumbledore, but still. He gets more and more desperate every day. You-Know-Who, I mean."
"Mmm. Cho, I know this is off subject..." Harry took a deep breath. "Do you want to go to prom with me?"
Cho was almost knocked off her feet. "Prom? With you? Um...well...."
Harry looked down at his feet. "If you don't want to, or you're going with someone else, that's fine. I knew you would probably be busy, or something."
"No!" Cho blurted out. "I mean, I'm not going with anyone else. I wasn't expecting to be asked this early in the year. Of...of course I'll go with you!"
Harry went down to lunch arm in arm with Cho, feeling a whole lot better about the day.
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Ginny sighed as she took a look at the food laid across the table. Cheese, bread, sandwiches, pastries, orange juice, toast, and boiled eggs were randomly spaced all the way down to the other end. Ginny didn't touch a thing.
"Oh, come on, Ginny. You have to eat something! Is something wrong? Are you sick?" Hermione asked.
"No, I'm fine. I just wasn't very hungry." Ginny replied.
"Oh, come now. Eat, eat! Nothing better than food in the stomach." Hermione lectured.
Ginny took a boiled egg and buttered her toast. She then cut it into soldiers and began to dip it in her egg yolk. She then took a sandwich and some orange juice, and ended up wolfing down more food than she could have ever imagined.
"Wot huhnry. Wea wite." Ron chuckled, his mouth full of toast.
"Ron, you really shouldn'tâ" But whatever Ron shouldn't have done, he might never find out. A huge rush of owls came soaring into the Great Hall at an alarming pace. Scruffy owls delivering their owners packages of Chocolate Frogs, forgotten socks, letters of deaths in the family, or, most of the time, a copy of the Daily Prophet. Ginny let out a squeak as a particularly tiny owl came barreling at her at full speed. The owl somersaulted, crashed into Ginny's glass of orange juice, and began flapping its wings to get out.
"Oh, Pig, you stupid owl. You're supposed to come to your owner." Ron sighed as he picked the grey owl out of Ginny's drink. Now what have you got."
Pig hooted and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet, as well as a letter from Ms. Weasley, on the table. He then flew around in circles, finally landing in Ginny's hair and making itself comfortable.
"Ron, come on, mate, open it." Harry said, stroking Hedwig's feathers. Ron nodded, opened the letter, and gasped. "Harry, harry you've got to read this."
Dear Ron,
I know I shouldn't be writing this in a letter, but there was no way I couldn't tell you. Do make sure Harry doesn't see this, dear. I don't want to be getting his hopes up. Fudge (The Minister of Magic, dear) had a press conference yesterday evening. He said he is fully willing to cooperate with Dumbledore as to the protection of the school from You-Know- Who. Isn't that grand? But that wasn't all, dear. There has been a report...of course it can't be true, but one could hope...of Sirius Black in the Hogwarts area. I don't want Harry getting any ideas and trying to look for him, you know. Someone could be leading him into a trap. Be careful, and stay safe.
Love,
Mum.
Harry was at a loss for words. Sirius, alive again? It was certainly possible. Lupin had told Harry that Sirius was gone for good, but what did he know? The curtain in the Department of Mysteries was a mystery, so who could know the truth? Sirius, back to life. It was the one thing Harry had wished for during the last year at Hogwarts. To have Sirius back again....
"Harry! Harry, you know this is just a scam, right?" Hermione asked. "Ms. Weasley was right, this could certainly be a trap. Please don't do anything rash."
"Rash? Rash!?" Hermione jumped back as Harry stood up. "My godfather fell through that curtain. They said he was dead. And now I find out he might be here, near this very school? He could be alive, Hermione, he could be looking for me this very moment! How can you tell me not to look for him, Hermione, when I have this chance?"
"But, but, Harry..." Hermione began to cry. "Voldemort" Ron flinched, "is out to get you. He could have disguised someone to look like S..Snuffles. It's a trap, Harry!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" Harry roared. "You don't know anything! I was so afraid of getting him caught, I didn't open that package he gave me. Remember the package?! And then, the night I lost him, I opened that package. Mirrors. I could have warned him, I would have known he was in the house all along. But no, Hermione, I was too scared to take the risk. And look now! I could have saved his life!"
Hermione cried harder, and many heads were turned towards the Gryffindor table. Harry obviously hadn't noticed.
"No, Hermione. I will take this risk. I'm going to get him back!" Harry ran off, tears running down his face. Slowly at first, the crowd of spectators dissipated, and the Great Hall was back to its usual loud chatter and gossip.
The only person who did not go back to sit at her House table was Cho.
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OOOOO yay. That turned out really well, I'm so glad. As you can probably tell, this is turning into more of a 7th year book than a songfic. I hope you don't mind. The Ginny/Draco story will be continuing, so don't worry about that. One question for you all â please tell me when you review â should I change the name of the story? Since the storyline is encompassing more of the year, and more of the characters. Let me know, please!!