My Blonde Haired Soldier

By Otakuprincess

Author's Note: WOW!!!! HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EVERYONE!!! After all this time, I am back. I had NO HOMEWORK today so I got to update this fic. It took a while to get going, but I feel wholly back into the storyline now. Thank you, everyone for your support. It's hard being a sophomore. Review!

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"My lord, the plan is working" Rockwood said, bowing before his master's chair The dark lord smiled and pulled Rockwood to his feet.

"You realize what will happen when this is all over, don't you?" Voldemort asked.

"Of course, my lord. I would my triumphant fate over life, given the choice again."

"I am glad to hear it Rockwood. Now, fetch me something to eat, will you?"

Voldemort stood, his legs weak from not walking for many weeks. He held a cane in his left hand, carved with the deep outline of a serpent. His skin was pale, hidden from the sun during the day, exposed to moonlight in the dead of night. The most hideous part of his body was the face, not a face of a human man, but that of a monster. Deep scars ridged the surface, and the nose looked like it had been broken more than once. The most surprising of all aspects was a light, almost invisible scar that had a few days prior on his forehead – the shape of lightning.

"Great job, Ginny!" Fred slapped his sister on the back as she came down the stairs. "We knew you could show them, didn't we, George?"

"Sure, did, Fred. Ginny, why don't you come with us. Now that you're of age, we can show you a few things." George replied, motioning to Fred to grab their bookbags.

"Um...well..." Ginny looked helplessly at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "I suppose I could go for a little while..."

"Jolly good then!" Fred said, grabbing Ginny's hand. "We'll get you back safe and sound, don't you worry."

"Bye..." Ginny said meekly as she was directed outside by two very excited brothers.

"Well, that was interesting." Hermione said, returning to the sofa and her beloved textbooks. "I wonder what in the world Fred and George would have to show her? And what did they mean about 'coming of age'?"

Ron laughed. He may be slow, but he wasn't stupid. "Mione, I wouldn't worry about them. Fred and George are just glad to see her standing up for herself. Though, she wouldn't have to if that slimy git would—"

"RON!" Harry stepped forward as Hermione threw her book at Ron. Ron ducked, and the book flew over his head and hit a first year.

"Oh, oh, I am sorry!" Hermione called out, retrieving her book. "Look what you've made me do, Ron!"

"ME?! I wasn't the one who decided to throw a book at me!" He replied indignantly.

"Well, I wouldn't have had to throw it if you hadn't been so inconsiderate of Ginny's feelings!" Hermione retorted.

"Guys, can we just drop the subject?" Harry asked quietly. He was sick of all of the fighting going on, and ready to throw in the towel.

"Sure, Harry. Why didn't you just ask?" Hermione replied. Ron just fumed on.

"Well, what do you guys want to do?" Harry asked. "Ginny's gone off with Fred and George, there are no classes until Monday, that Field Day crap doesn't start until tonight..."

"Hey, can I catch up with you later, Harry?" Ron asked. "I actually wanted to take my broom out and show Hermione something on the quidditch pitch..."

"Oh...." Harry said. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll catch up with you in a few hours."

"Thanks, mate!" Ron grabbed his broom, took Hermione's hand, and walked out of the portrait hole.

"Great..." Harry grumbled. For the first time all year, he was utterly alone.