The Untold Story Of Harry and Ginny

Part 15

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The sunlight shone through the curtains in the spare prefect room. Harry woke up and rubbed his eyes, getting the sleep out. After a few moments, he looked over to his side and took his glasses from the bedside table. Then, he spun his head towards the other side of the bed, looking at Ginny, or where Ginny was supposed to be. She wasn't there. Instead, there was a note sitting on top of the covers. Harry leaned over and picked it up. It read:

Dear Harry,

I had to get up and go to my classes, but apparently I'll see you in class. As it turns out, McGonagall said that you'd be teaching 4th period defense against the dark arts. I forget if she told you. And, thanks for letting me sleep in your room last night. I knew we both needed it. I love you and see you soon.

Love,

Ginny

Harry put the note down back on the bed and got up out of bed, getting dressed and heading down to breakfast. Only a few were left in the Great Hall: Neville and Seamus. Harry waved to them and they motioned for him to sit with them. He did and clumped down beside Seamus.

"So," Seamus started out, "how was it last night? You know, with Ginny," he added and nudged him playfully. Harry rolled his eyes and laughed once, serving himself a piece of toast. Neville laughed along with Seamus.

"She's going through a really hard time right now," Harry remarked after taking his first bite of toast. Neville nodded understandingly.

"Yeah. We've noticed," he said. Harry looked up from his toast.

"Did she talk to you about it at all?" Harry inquired, swallowing his bite of toast. Neville shrugged.

"Not exactly," he replied, "we can tell though. And she can't really hide anything." Seamus nodded. Harry sighed.

"Well, apparently I have a class to teach third and fourth period," Harry said, standing up. Neville and Seamus looked at each other in unison then back up at Harry.

"We're in fourth period defense against the dark arts, that's the one your teaching right?" Seamus asked.

Harry nodded and said, "Yeah that's the one. I guess I'll see you there." And with that, he left the Great Hall and walked down the corridors to the defense against the dark arts room where a room full of third years were waiting for him. He stopped in the doorway and looked at all the faces that were turned towards him.

"Sorry, I'm a little late," he apologized and walked up through rows of desks separated for a walkway, and walked behind his desk.

"Okay, so today I thought I'd start the day off the way I got taught in my third year in defense against the dark arts," Harry said. He stood up. "If you could all push your desks to the side and stand where they were before you moved them." The third years did as told and pushed their desks to the side, then standing in the center of the room. While they were doing so, Harry brought out a big dresser/closet. The students gathered in the center of the room again and watched Harry bring it out.

"Okay," Harry began, "does anyone know what this is, and if so explain how it looks to any specific person."

"That's a boggart that is," Asher Thompson-a third year Harry didn't recognize-answered. "A boggart looks like what ever the person facing it fears the most." Harry smiled.

"Good. How about you have a go, then?" Harry suggested. Asher stepped in front of the crowd. After he did so, Harry stepped aside the boggart and gave his wand a little flick towards it, and the knob of it opened, releasing a basalisk. Asher stepped back a few steps, along with most of the class. Then he looked towards Harry.

"You know how to face him, I presume?" Harry inquired, completely at ease. Asher nodded once and looked back at the hissing snake, trying not to look it in the eyes. Then, he raised his wand and projected at it, "Riddikulus!" Then, the snake immediately turned into a snake plushy. The class erupted with laughter and Harry couldn't help but smile, too.

Hmm…first day going pretty well so far… he thought and sighed, looking at the class.

"Alright," he said, silencing the class from laughing, and facing him, "so Mister…" he started looking at Asher.

"-Thompson, sir," he said. Harry laughed once.

"Sir," he muttered to himself. A few people chuckled at that.

"Alright, so Mr. Thompson gave an excellent demonstration of how to defeat a boggart," Harry continued, waving his wand at the plushy toy and making it disappear. "All you have to say is 'Riddikulus' very clearly and like you mean it. Would anyone else like to try?" Right after he said this, the whole room had hands shoot up in the sky.

"Okay then, form a line," he said, remembering professor Remus Lupin say the very same thing when he was in his third year. The class did as ordered and formed a line in back of a girl with dark hair and glasses.

"Okay, begin," said Harry as he opened the boggart again. Just for the heck of it, he went back to his desk and turned on some sixties-seventies swing music. The kids in line smiled as they heard the music and the girl emerging closer to the boggart. When it opened, it showed a dementor coming up quickly at her and the girl's instinct immediately came over her and she shouted, "Riddikulus!" After, she walked to Harry.

"What's your name?" Harry murmured to her as the other kids faced the boggart.

"Ramona Kelly," she responded.

"Okay, well Ramona, if you could have a word with me after class that'd be fantastic," Harry said.

"A moment after class with Harry Potter," she began, "hmm…accepted." Harry smiled and she walked to the back of the line. Then, Harry looked at Asher and waved his hand for him to come over to him. He did so.

"Yes?" Asher asked when he reached Harry.

"Would you mind seeing me after class?" Harry wondered. Asher smiled and nodded, going back in his sopt in line. Then, rapidly after Ramona was done with the boggart, the class walked up and showed their worst fears through the boggart, yelling "Riddikulus!" at it.

Class ended a while after that with the all of students leaving the room-except for Ramona and Asher. They walked up to Harry as he was putting the desks back in order for his next class.

"You wanted to see us, sir?" Asher said to Harry's back. He turned around and looked down at them.

"Yes," answered, "I did." Harry sat down in a desk behind him.

"Now, Ramona," Harry began, "your worst fear appeared to be a dementor. There's no need to be afraid of them. The only way you'll ever see them is if you're planning on going to Askaban." Ramona smiled at this and chuckled silently. "I took on at least twenty in my third year, and it used to be my worst fear too." Then, Harry's head turned to Asher.

"And Asher," Harry started to Asher, "basalisks are very rare, and easily tricked if they are blinded. I took on one in my second year. And, to ever see one, you'd need to be looking for it to find it." Asher smiled and nodded his head.

"I'll write you a pass so you can be on your way then," Harry said, standing up and walking over to his desk.

"Wait," Ramona said and smiled at Asher. Harry turned around.

"Yes?" he wondered. Asher and Ramona simultaneously looked at Harry.

"What's your biggest fear, professor?" Asher asked. Harry's eyebrows furrowed.

"I haven't really thought about that…" Harry started, "I guess we can have a little look, then." Harry walked over to the boggart with Ramona and Asher following, about to see Harry Potter's biggest fear.

Harry flicked his wand at the boggart and it opened. Quickly, a big build of smoke came out of the boggart before him, the fog shaping into a figure.

Harry started to back away, the same with Ramona and Asher. Then, the figure's skin began to appear. It was as white as milk. Then his eyes; as red as blood. And then his wand; a bone. Finally, his body showed the true shape and form of Harry's enemy.

"Voldemort," Harry whispered in terror. Ramona and Asher jumped back, frightened. Harry shushed them.

"Everything's goanna be alright," Harry whispered to them, not taking his eyes off of Voldemort.

"Is it Harry?" Voldemort asked him. Harry's eyes windened. His voice was just like he remembered it to be. Harry raised his wand, opening his mouth, ready to say the spell.

"Oh, Harry please don't," Voldemort begged inching closer to him. Harry's eyebrows furrowed again and he began-unnoticeably-to lower his wand. Asher and Ramona's eyes widened.

"We wouldn't want any trouble," Voldemort continued.

"Just you being here is trouble," said Harry. Voldemort then smiled slowly and menacingly. Harry then flicked his wand up at Voldemort and said, "Riddikulus." With that, Voldemort, flicked his wand back at Harry, Harry looked back at Voldemort, seeming like he was aggravated.

"Enough," Voldemort said, coming up closer to Harry.

"Riddikulus!" Harry shouted at Voldenmort and with that, Voldemort flew back into the boggart and Harry locked it tight. He turned around, back to Ramona and Asher.

"You didn't look scared at all," Asher sighed, confused, letting a big breath of relief that his teacher was still alive.

"Well I was," Harry said and walked back over to his desk and wrote two passes.

"Here you go, sorry about that," Harry said and handed the two third years the passes.

"Don't worry about it," Ramona said, "we asked you to anyways. See you tomorrow." Then, they both walked out of the room leaving Harry behind. Harry pushed the boggart back in his office and then walked out to see Ginny in his doorway. Harry smiled.

"They let us out early," she said and walked over to him. She smiled.

"Good," he said when she got to him and kissed her. Ginny kissed him back at then released him.

"SCORE!" they both heard someone shout from behind them. Ginny immediately turned around and she and Harry we facing Seamus and Neville (who was cracking up immensely.) Thank goodness it was only them. Harry rolled his eyes. Ginny scowled.

"You sicken me!" she retorted at the two boys. Harry grabbed onto her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "I wouldn't want you to be mad on my first day of teaching now would I?" Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes, sitting down in a seat in the first row right before a crowd of people Harry recognized came in the door taking their seats. After all were seated, Harry sat down on top of his desk.

"Well, it's sort of weird to be teaching people my age," Harry began. "But, I guess since I know almost all of you, it'll be fine. So, I thought we'd start today off with something one of you would like to try." Dean's hand was raised in the back.

"Dean?" Harry called.

"Apparating?" Dean suggested. Harry heard some of the people moan. Harry smiled.

"I'm not exactly allowed to teach that…but I'll ask the head mistress if it'd be okay," Harry said. Harry got the "okay" to teach apparating, so he did.

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The class went by fast, and so did the week. Harry had a great time teaching. But then, he had to face what was coming: saying goodbye to Ginny. He wouldn't be seeing her in a year, maybe a little less.

"I'll miss you," she whispered in his ear when they were in his room. She had slept there the whole week.

"I'll miss you too," said Harry as he walked over to her, kissing the top of her head. It was morning, before anyone was up except them. Ginny brought his lips down to hers and they stayed in that same position for a moment. When Harry released her, he looked back into her eyes.

"I'll see you soon," Harry said, "I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Ginny said and looked down, lounging back on the bed.

"I can keep this one, trust me," Harry said. Ginny didn't look up at him.

"I'll ask McGonagall if you can sleep in here," said Harry, picking up his suitcase and heading for the door. Ginny half-smiled.

"It'll make me miss you more," she muttered. Harry stopped and turned back to her. He nodded once.

"Bye Ginny," he finished and then walked out of the room and left Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and wouldn't be seeing it for a long time.

A/N: Okay...yeah. I updated. And I haven't gotten 45 reviews yet but I was bored and I wanted to write a new chapter and i think this chapter is pretty beast I mean seriously. Seriously. But I still want more reviews please! ....gee I liked it better when I didn't beg for reviews....i might go back to that...whatevs. Sorry I didn't update in a while. HAPPY 2010! ...whoa that's late OK bye next chpt. comin soon...maybe......hopefully....