Oath Of Devotion

Chapter 2

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Harry wished many things in life. the most, this was absolute without any doubt his greatest wish, to be normal. A large bang rocked his door "LIGHTS OUT YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FREELOADER ITS BAD ENOUGH YOU HAVE TO LIVE HERE BUT TO HAVE THOSE FREAKS SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY IN PUBLIC YOU LUCKY I LEFT YOU LIVE…here." His uncle seemed to be getting more and more worked up over the last few months, since he got of the train and Mr Weasley taking the time to speak with his uncle in the car lot. So for starters to having a normal life having a family that at loved him, hell one that at least tolerated him would be nice. For another, sleep. Sleep without crazy dreams of dark lords coming out of diary's or strange women.

Ever since the chamber his dreams where filled with Ginny. Not elbow in the butter red faced Ginny Weasley, This one was anything but. This dream Ginny was a foul tempered unyielding pain in the ass.

He was visited by Ginny in his dreams, a pseudo Ginny. Over the last few weeks after the chamber Ginny seemed to warm up to him even speak to him, he even asked if she was mad at him thinking maybe the strange events around their near death experience might have allowed her to visit his dreams. After the shock of the question she laughed. Ginny laughed so hard at him the nurse came out of her office and forced him to his bed and forbade him to speak with Ginny, saying the girl needed to heal. Needless to say Harry was fearful. Maybe she really did hate him, that was until Ginny softy giggled a few more times and said "Harry I am alive this very moment, because you saved me when no one else could" and softy added "or would." Her smile returned and seemed to alight her eyes. "Harry, you are and will always be my knight. My very own hero." With a smile and a groggy yawn she responded once more before sleep took her. "You are my slayer of the Basilisk, you are the slayer of my nightmares."

But this dream Ginny was infuriating. She was anything but kind to him. She demanded to know why he Imprisoned her, why he held her, why he wouldn't let her go. Once a week for most of the Summer she came to see him.

Harry Awoke In a dark long hallway. The only light was coming form a single door at the farthest end. He knew this dream, well not this exact dream. What he knew was she, Ginny of his dreams, was on the other side of that door. He slowly moved to the end of the hall were he stopped and rested his hand of the doorknob. A few deep breaths and he turned the knob and stepped inside. The room was dark expect for two over head floodlights hanging from the ceiling. The room bare except for a lone table and two chairs the were on opposite ends. Ginny sat in the far chair, leaving him the chair with the floodlights aimed at it.

With a sigh Harry sat down.

"Name?"

"I already told you my name."

Ginny's brow knotted "Your dark lord name." she said in a dangerous tone.

"My name is Harry Potter, I told you already I am not and will never be a dark lord."

"What Ritual did you cast to Imprison me?"

"I told you I don't know any rituals. Dark or other wise."

"TELL ME!" Ginny Screamed the lights in the room seemed to brighten with her anger. Harry felt a little fearful she always lost her temper, but only after hours of Interrogation.

"I DON'T KNOW!" He screamed as pain engulfed him. She was getting better at this.

"Read my mind" Harry panted out when the pain subsided. " I have nothing to hide."

"Nice try Dark lord, you know I can't see inside that vile mind of yours. I can feel the darkness oozing out to caresses me, to taint me. You know I can't see inside of you until I am bond until all that I am is gone replaced as a servant of darkness."

What seemed like hours she screamed at him, always the same questions. Always with pain. As he felt himself blacking out he heard her last comment echo in his mind. "I will be free of you dark lord, I will be your downfall."

Harry lay panting on his back, find it hard to breath as if he has been running a marathon. This woman, this Ginny, keeps haunting his dreams. He ran his fingers over his drenched face, his skin almost seemed to burn to his touch. His fingers brushed his scar it which burned with such an intense it felt like a white hot burner. He moved to one side of the bed, sitting a moment to catch his breath. What could she want he thought. I have nothing over her, nothing to offer her. Am I crazy?

Tap. Tap. Tap

Harry rose, his body aching. He moved to open the window. It felt like his whole body right down to the bones was on fire. the first time he thought he was sick, but it always happens after she visits and only an hour or so.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"I'm almost there, hold on." He groaned. A few more steps and he unlatched his window.

Harry watched as Hedwig swooped into the room and landed on the back of his lopsided desk chair. She dropped two packages onto his desk then turned and landed near her water dish. Harry moved over to offer her an owl treat and to investigate what she brought him this early in the morning. As he moved the packages he noticed his history paper -Why witch burning in the fourteenth century was pointless? - , unlike most kids his age he had to hid the fact that he was studying. His second essay was -The realization that life as it had been lived before the chamber must now change, Harry as he looked over the essay his own assigned homework. I can't let my life be crappy waiting for the right time to be happy. He vowed to because something, to leave this life behind him and have what he saw in the mirror of Erised.

He looked at the white spotted owl, and smiled. "Must be nice to be an owl."

Hedwig hooted, Harry smiled brighter.

He moved his homework to the loose floorboard so his family won't know he was studying.

Harry then turned his attention to the first package and carefully opened it. Sunlight just started to creep into his room. It was a box of sweets from Ron. 'That was strange' thought Harry he noticed a letter and photo clipping from Ron. One side of the letter was a makeshift card that said Harry Birthday - Ron. Harry was stunned for a second before he counted the days he has been back. It was his Birthday? It was his Birthday! 31st of July was here!

Harry held his hand over his forehead it seem the fever like always was cooling down.

He looked at the photo that seemed to be clipped out of the Daily Prophet, Ministry of magic employee scoops grand prize was written over the top. It looked like Mr Weasley was sitting in a waiting room of some kind. Ron was standing to his left holding Scabbers, his rat, tightly in his arms.

It read:

Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, has won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw. When asked what he would spend this grand prize on a sadden Mr. Weasley told this reporter "We will be spending the gold on the medical bills of are youngest child, who was placed in St Mungo's critical ward near the beginning of summer break." After talking to the head nurse at the critical ward, It seems the Weasley clan's youngest and only daughter was rushed into the emergency ward after she collapsed at the home in Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon, England. Why she was admitted is still unknown, but is was said that The Weasley family has spent day and night over the last few months at their ill family members side. All the doctors would say to this reporter is "Only Merlin could save that child." Our hopes and best wishes go out to the Weasley family.

Harry was mortified. He opened the letter. The ink was smeared in what looks like tears stains.

Dear Harry,

I don't know where to start, I know I should of written sooner, but it all seemed so confusing. I tired a few times, but I couldn't get it right. I attached a clipping from last weeks paper It says what I couldn't write. I asked Dad about you coming to visit, he said he spoke to Dumbledore, I hope you can come here soon I could use another bother at my side.

I couldn't believe it when I saw her laying there on the kitchen floor so still. She awoke yesterday for a few hours she asked me to tell you that if she falls into to deep a sleep you know what to do. Ginny wouldn't say more she said you would know what she meant.

Harry remembered, She was having a bad nights sleep in the medical ward at Hogwarts. So Harry started to tell her some Muggle stories that had magic in them. Like the Sword in the stone, Cinderella, and Sleeping beauty. Ginny made him promise if they couldn't wake her he would be her prince charming. He reluctantly, and blushingly, agreed.

I hope you can get away, if just for a few hours. I could use you and Hermione right now. I was going to send this when we next went home, but Hedwig just flew.

Bye

-RON

Harry started at the wall for a long time, why did no one tell him, how come Dumbledore hasn't come and got him yet? A small tear ran down Harry's cheek. No matter how much he wanted them to be his family, he was not apart of it. He was just Ron's school friend. He began to feel horrible just a few moments ago he was thinking of missing Hogwarts and Quidditch, now he knew his best friend's sister, his friend. Was she his friend they did bond over their hospital stay, but were they friends. She was lying in a bed dying, and he was worrying about a happy life.

He shook his head and looked at the second package. Must be from Hermoine. Harry said nothing as he started at the leather case inside the wrapping then he started to laugh uncontrollably, He wiped the tears from his eyes. A broom service kit. He saw a letter from her as well.

Dear Harry

First Happy Birthday! I'm on holiday… Harry scanned the letter. It looked like she didn't know about Ginny. He thought hard for a few moments, before deciding it was not his place to tell her. He would read her letter later. Right know he felt like crawling back into bed.

X

Harry looked out the window at the local scenery of Abergavenny as he waited for the knights bus to head back out. Stan was currently helping a old green witch in a traveling cloak down the stairs and to the front of the bus. Stan rudely tossed her bags out and slammed the door shut behind her. After a loud bang they were back on the road. Harry sighed, His life seemed to get worse each day he lived. Aunt 'Big as a house now' Marge decided to come and visit. Needless to say bad day plus accidental magic equals black eye and one even more terrible day. Now he was on the knights bus heading to the leaky cauldron. He went back to his Paper, Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever held in Azkaban Fortress, is still eluding capture. Great thought Harry. Maybe it was his dog that I saw, that would be a great way to start the new school year Harry Potter Boy-Who-Lived, Heir of Slytherin, and target of Sirius Black. Well at least my life hasn't gotten that bad yet.

"Leaky Cauldron. Your stop Longbottom" Yelled Stan. Harry moved to exit the strange bus.