Sword of The Lost King
Chapter 3 Meetings
Standing up, Harry held out his hand, asking, "Can you walk?"
"I think so," She replied, taking Harry's hand. Pulling her up, Harry, not taking into account how strong he was, pulled and she got to her feet and bumped right into his chest. Harry looked down just as Ginny looked up, and both were lost in the others eyes.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I haven't really got use to my body yet." Harry said, still looking down into her eyes. "I'm Harry by the way," he said, grinning.
Looking down, the girl said, "Ginny, Ginny Weasley." Almost sounding ashamed.
Lifting her chin with his finger, to look in her eyes once more, Harry said, "Hey, there is nothing to be ashamed of, the Weasleys are know for their loyalty, bravery, and most of all, their sense of family."
As if he had said the magic words, her face lit up, and Harry thought, she looks cute.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Harry asked her.
She shot him a look that said, what do you think dumbhead?
"Well, lets go then." Harry said, moving out of the chamber, grabbing the diary.
Reaching the entrance, Ginny asked, "Err, how are we getting up there?" Looking up the pipe and its udder pitch blackness, not that in the chamber was much better.
"Do you trust me?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded a little unsure. "Stand on my toes," Harry instructed lightly.
"Won't that hurt?" she asked some worry in her voice.
"Not in the slightest." He reassured her.
She stood on his toes, and Harry wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other hand parallel to the ground, but his arm slightly bent. Ginny automatically, put her arms around him.
"So, do you play Quidditch?" harry asked, trying to distract her.
Shyly, Ginny answered, "Yes."
"What position do you play?" Harry asked, ever so slowly straitening his arm.
"Well, I don't actually play on a team, but I would really love to play chaser." Ginny said, not as shy as before.
"Why do you like Chaser?" Harry asked his arm fully extended, his hand still parallel to the ground.
"I don't know, I love the rush, the speed, the feel of the wind whip by me. I like scoring," she said.
"So you like flying?" Harry asked, a grin on his face.
"Yes." Ginny said resolutely.
"What about without a broom?" Harry questioned, smiling mischievously.
Ginny looked down and realized, that Harry was not still standing on the ground, but rather, floating up the pipe. Ginny gasped, hugging Harry tighter. Harry laughed, and Ginny felt the reverberations in his chest.
"You could have warned me!" Ginny scolded him.
"Well were is the fun in that Miss Weasley?" Harry asked, his smile still dancing on his lips.
Looking up, Ginny saw the light of the still open bathroom sink. Floating up, they reached the top, and gently set down on the ground.
"Thanks," Ginny said, looking into Harry's eyes.
"Like I said, its no problem." Harry said, shrugging off the gratitude.
"So the hospital wing?" Ginny asked.
"If we must," Harry said, Ginny laughed, and stepped down, wobbling a little. Harry put a hand on the small of her back to support her.
Together, they walked to the Hospital wing, Harry calling, "Hello?" Hearing the voice, Madam Pomfrey burst from her office. Upon seeing Ginny, her eyes widened, and she ushered them over to a free bed.
Madam Pomfrey checked her over, and came to the conclusion that beyond extreme magical exhaustion, she was absolutely fine.
Turning toward Harry she asked with a hard look on her face, and her hand on her hips. "And where did you get the idea that you could just waltz out of here? You should have been magically overloaded for at least another twelve hours, your body couldn't take much more."
"I'm very sorry, I don't like hospitals much." Harry said, giving a grin.
"Just who are you?" She asked, giving a quizzical look.
"I think we all want to know that." Albus Dumbledore said, walking into the hospital wing, both Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape flanking him.
Harry stood and raised his chin and turned his head slightly. "Henry Pendragon, Duke of Cornwall, Head of the Potter and Peverell families." Harry said, giving a bow. "Or more infamously known as, Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived."
All of their eyes widened, but none more so than the girl who was just saved by said boy, and was currently lying in a hospital bed.
Snape the first to recover, "B-b-but you supposed to be dead." He sputtered.
"So is Voldemort, but look what happened to him." Harry retorted. Dumbledore was giving him a curious glance.
"Mr. Potter, perhaps it would be best if we continues this discussion elsewhere." Dumbledore said, looking at Ginny, and the room of petrified people.
Grasping Ginny's hand, Harry lightly pressed his lips to her knuckle. Before saying, "My Lady," and walking from the room, leaving the others to follow him.
Sorry about the wait, my mind was all over the place, I hope you like the new chapter and tell me any comments or questions you have, Thanks - The Jedi Wizard