Chapter Seven

Simplicity

After a quick shower, and a simple breakfast, the four of them made their way to the fireplace and flooed over to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The décor hadn't changed much, apart from the scorch marks now lining the walls from spells shot awry.

'Where did Hart say he would be waiting?' Ginny asked glancing round warily as though expecting him to jump out of a corner and attack them.

'Kitchen,' Hermione answered shortly.

The made their way down the stairs towards the kitchen causing the dust buried deep into the worn rugs to rise up in little clouds around their feet. At the bottom of the stairs they encountered the kitchen door; closed and most likely locked.

'Okay then,' Harry said rolling up his sleeves, 'what do we have today?'

Everyday before they could even see Hart at Number 12, they had to unlock a door, locked often with spells that would baffle even a curse-breaker. The first day of training it had taken them nearly an hour to open the door; and that only occurred after several burns, welts and hexes they all felt the brunt of. Every three days, Hart would add a new hex or curse they needed to decipher.

'It doesn't seem as complex as yesterdays,' Hermione said thoughtfully as she waved her wand before it.

'I agree,' Ginny replied who had been muttering spells under her breath for the past five minutes.

Twenty minutes later frustrations were running high.

'This is ridiculous!' Harry spat casting a fireball down the hallway in anger, 'we have tried every counter spell we know! How does he expect to open a door without the knowledge of how to bloody do it?'

'There must be a logical way through,' Hermione said wearily from the floor.

'Yeah, there is,' Ron said suddenly, he rose and walked over to the door which Ginny had just kicked seconds ago.

'Alohomara.'

The lock clicked and the door swung open.

'Alohomara?' Hermione said hollowly, 'nobody tried it at some point?'

They all shook their heads dumbly.

'Which is why a witch or wizard should always begin from the ground up when working with enchanted seals,' Hart said from the depths of the kitchen, 'many ignore their basic training and search for methods through complication rather than using simplicity.'

They walked through the door with their heads bowed in shame; Hermione seemed to be in shock with her lack of logic. Hart was seated on a wooden chair tilted precariously on two legs as he gazed at them all.

'What were the enchantments placed upon the door today?'

'A simple locking charm,' Hermione piped up at once, attempting to regain some honour, 'and a Muggle Repellent charm.'

'Correct,' Hart said rocking his chair forward to land on four legs with a harsh snap. 'Then why did it take four apt magical people, twenty five minutes to break through?'

'We over complicated the matter sir,' Harry sullenly replied.

'Precisely!' Hart rose from his chair and strode over to them, 'not even half of the wizarding population are as talented as the four of you and less than a quarter are as talented as I, therefore; do not always expect the impossible. Take a seat.'

He gestured to the table where many metal objects were strewn across the surface glinting in the torch light.

'Today we shall be looking at what Muggles call mobile phones.' Hart said when they were seated and gazing at him expectantly, 'now due to last week's lesson on telephones, I expect that this should not be too much of a challenge for you.'

He gazed particularly over at the two Weasley children who were gazing at the materials before them somewhat doubtfully. The two of them always struggled highly with this part of the day; being from a strictly wizarding family, the two of them had never encountered any Muggle objects that worked.

'Can anyone tell me the difference between a telephone and a mobile phone? Granger?'

'A telephone is attached to a chord that links the telephone to a household and uses the electricity of the household and needs a fixed landline connection. A mobile phone is what its name is, mobile. They can be carried outside of the house and taken anywhere in the world as they work from satellite signals and are battery operated.' Hermione seemed to say all of this in one breath as she turned a slight pink during her monologue and gasped for breath at the end of it.

'Correct, Granger. Now this is what a mobile phone looks like,' Hart revealed a simple Nokia which had been hidden in his robes. 'You have half an hour to learn everything you can about how it works and then half an hour to fix your own,' he gestured to the objects before them, 'begin.'

Before he left Hart placed the Nokia on the table and picked an apple up from the fruit bowl in the centre, 'I shall be back in an hour. Begin,' Hart walked briskly out of the kitchen eating his apple.

'Right then, pass me the phone please, Harry.' Hermione said holding her hand out for it, as Harry was passing her the phone Ron abruptly stood up and walked around the table to stand behind Hermione.

'Merlin, I hate this hour,' he muttered, 'we're wizards why do we need to understand Muggle technology.' It wasn't a question, just a mere statement to express his frustration.

'You already know the reason Ronald now listen,' Hermione launched into a speech about mobile phones and their uses in the Muggle world. As her voice dragged on, Harry found himself entering a stupor into which he felt the dull ache of his shoulders, he tilted his head slightly to try and relieve some of the tension to no luck; he sighed slightly and settled himself down to try and ignore it. Seconds later he felt a pair of small hands working through the knots created from the physical training earlier in the day. Forgetting himself slightly he gave a soft moan as Ginny found a particularly tender spot and began to unknot it.

'I love feeling your skin under my hands,' she whispered. Harry's eyes flew open and her ministrations became something less innocent, her fingers began to caress softly instead of simply kneaded pressure into his back and he felt his jeans tighten slightly under his robes.

'Err, what ya' doin' Ginny?' Ron's voice asked from, in Harry's opinion, far far away.

'Helping Harry,' Ginny said simply, her hands returned to kneading his muscles again, 'his back hurts.'

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other slightly before Ron cleared his throat, 'I think he's alright now Ginny,'

Harry felt a momentary spark of anger at Ron's mitigated directive which was intentionally trying to get Ginny away from Harry; until he realised that Ron still believed Harry and Ginny to be friends.

'I think I'm okay now Gin, thanks,' Harry briefly brushed his hand with hers before standing up, 'I'll be right back, just going to the bathroom,'

As he left the room and began to climb the stairs he heard Hermione scolding Ginny in hushed tones, 'Ginny, you can't do things like that! You know that the two of you are over, it isn't appropriate-'

Her voice vanished as he rounded the corner and he smirked slightly as he felt a pang of anger and remorse pulse through him from Ginny. He sent a feeling of ease to her and felt her begin to calm down slightly. This connection saves our relationship, he thought ruefully; the two of them lately had rather high tempers and were good at calming one another down. Their connection had been discovered one night a couple of weeks ago and Harry remembered it well.

His dream was rather pleasant; he and Ginny were swimming in a lake of cool water playing a game of tag with one another. The water was easy to glide through and the fish swam beneath them tickling their feet. Suddenly the water became thick and Harry found himself having to put more effort into his strokes, he glanced down at the water and found himself swimming in a pool of blood, and Ginny was there; floating face down in the water. He tried to reach her pushing aside the dead fish which had risen to the surface in his effort to reach her. He pushed aside a particularly heavy one and glanced down at it in confusion to find his hand on a dead Ron's chest; he recoiled with a gasp and looked around the pool which was now filled with floating bodies.

'Harry,' they moaned, 'Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry,'

He awoke with a start and nearly knocked Ginny off the bed.

'Ginny?' he croaked.

'Im here,' she answered climbing back up the bed, 'Im here, not dead. See?' she drew back and smiled softly at him.

'How did you know that's what I dreamt?' he asked dully taking her hand for reassurance.

'I- I saw it,' she whispered.

'You saw it?'

Ginny nodded her eyes wide and filled with tears.

'I woke up and knew that you needed me, so I got out of bed and came straight up. You were rolling around on the bed and moaning, so I sat on the bed and took your hand. Then I saw your dream,' she finished lamely.

'You just took my hand? Like this?' he asked more awake now.

'Sort of, it was the other hand though.' She said nodding at it.

Harry let go of her hand, 'take my hand,' he said offering his right hand to her left.

Hesitantly she took his hand. Nothing happened. He was expecting something even slightly magical, a beam of light of something.

Well that sucked, he thought.

'I agree,' Ginny said, 'that sucked.'

Harry gaped. 'You just heard my thoughts,'

'No I didn't,' Ginny laughed.

'Yes you did! Just like you heard them downstairs when I thought you were stupid!'

'So you did call me stupid?' Ginny asked her eyes flashing.

'Priorities Gin,' Harry said scathingly, 'you can hear my thoughts!'

'But how?' Ginny asked confused.

'I dunno, love?' he joked.

'Ha-ha,' she said sarcastically. My life is getting too weird, she thought.

'I just heard you!' Harry said excitedly, 'you said, thought, whatever, that your life is getting too weird!'

'We can hear each others thoughts?' she said in wonder.

We can, Harry thought to her.

Things had only gotten better from there, They had decided to keep their new found power a secret from the others as certain questions would be raised, most likely concerning their relationship, which they were unprepared to answer, Instead they read books in their spare time trying to find anything out about wizarding bonds they could; no luck so far though. As they had no answers they began to experiment instead. They could now share emotions as well as thoughts and Ginny was becoming able to give flashes of images into Harry's mind, though nothing sustaining.

As he made his way back to the kitchen Ginny's voice drifted into his mind, hurry up and get down here, they are driving me crazy. Harry smiled slightly at the annoyance in her 'voice', on my way, he thought back to her.

Upon his entry into the kitchen he found Ron and Hermione repairing their mobile phones with their wands, Ginny however was sat in Harry's recently vacated chair with her arms folded wearing the expression of a thundercloud. He chuckled slightly at the sight, but knowing his girlfriend didn't allow her to hear it. Instead he strode over to her and crouched down before her.

Come on Gin, calm down. You know that they think we are just friends, he thought to her.

I know, that's why I am playing it up, she replied.

Don't lie to me Ginerva, I know exactly what your feeling remember? Now stop it, stand up and I will fix your mobile for you, he thought.

She smiled ruefully and nodded. Taking his offered hand she allowed him to pull her to her feet.

Right, here's my wand, she handed it to him, now fix my phone.

The two of them had made this arrangement a while ago. If there was something in Muggle Tech that Ginny couldn't do, then Harry would do it and he would hand sew his garments that needed patching up in the next session. It worked out nicely, even though both felt slight guilt at the expression upon Hermione's face, they still did it at least twice a week.

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After cooking and flying the four of them settled down to a lunch of homemade onion soup, courtesy of Ginny and Hermione and ham sandwiches from Harry and Ron.

'Well flying went better today,' Hermione said wearily, it was her least favourite lesson of the day.

'Yeah, you didn't fly into the obstacles today,' Ron said through a mouthful of ham sandwich.

'No she didn't,' Ginny said supportively.

The conversation fell and there was just the sound of eating and spoons scraping bowls to fill the silence of the room.

'Half way through the day,' Harry sighed pushing his bowl away from him and settling into his chair deeper.

'Oh yes,' Hermione said sarcastically, 'we just have, duelling, fighting, that stupid obstacle course, Occulmency and Legilmas training, Wandless and silent magic, Animagus training, normal classes and what's the last one? Oh yes torture.'

'Exactly, half way through.' Harry said shortly. He stood up and cleaned their dishes in the same moment.

'Come on we need to be in the drawing room.' Before any of them could respond he had left the room and began up the stairs.

Calm down Harry came Ginny's soothing thought.

I just get so angry when they complain, we are getting trained to be able to protect, and why don't they understand that? His thought louder than normal.

Don't you shout at me Potter! Ginny's voice rang through the vaults in his mind and he winced slightly at the volume. They do realise, she thought in a softer tone, but at the same time they have never worked so hard before. Cut them some slack, they are trying.

Harry sighed slightly before agreeing.

Good, Ginny's voice seemed satisfied, now wait right there on the landing, we can meet you there.

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Upon arriving I the Drawing Room, the four of them acquired four belts from the shelf outside the door. The belts carried all of their necessary equipment, potion vials containing potions for healing, death and explosives. The had several of Fred and George's Detour- Detonators and some of their Peruvian Darkness Powder. There were also some bandages in case there was no time for a healing charm and a couple of small knives in case their wands disappeared. Not to mention a small gun at the back of the belts to use as a last resort. The belts were protected by many shield and protective charms so as to prevent them damaging in battle.

'Ready?' Ginny asked the group as she clicked her belt into place.

'Ready,' they said in unison.

After casing dissolusion charms upon one another they silently crept into the room. In this part of their training they were expected to use all of the skills they had acquired throughout the last two weeks and what they had so far learnt today; they could basically ride a broom if they wished or resort to Muggle sparring, anything goes.

Can you see or hear anything? Ginny thought to Harry.

Nothing, he is hiding. He replied.

Silently Harry cast a spell that sent a solid fog throughout the room which showed every object in the hidden from his view. In seconds he caught sight of a man crouched low behind the old piano.

Incarcourous, he thought and sent the spell silently at the figure that was now attempting to move through the room. A cry meant he had them. He and Ginny ran over to their prey and cast the counter charm to reveal who was hidden entangled in the ropes.

'Ron,' Ginny moaned, 'why weren't you behind us?'

'I was but I lost you when we were invisible,' he grumbled.

'So if this is Ron,' Hermione's voice said next to Harry, 'where is Hart?'

'SECTUSEMPRA!' Harry cried abruptly spinning around, hoping for surprise. A gasp of pain confirmed he had at least injured Hart. 'Follow the blood,' he murmured.

They untied Ron and began to slowly follow the blood trail through the room.

'Stop,' Ginny said flinging her arm out and catching Harry in the chest. The trail had stopped, which meant Hart was healed and back to full fitness.

'Shit,' Ron breathed from behind him.

They instantly formed there defensive circle, protecting one another's backs from unfriendly spells. Harry began searching round the room with his eyes, straining his ears for any sound that might give Hart away. In his minds eye he saw Ginny's view and found she was having no luck either.

'This is ridiculous,' Hermione whispered, 'We are never going to find him like this,'

'We will,' Ron growled, 'he will have to come to us if he wants a fight, we stay.'

There was no argument, during battle scenarios, Ron's strategies were always the best; Harry and Ginny's plans were too rash whilst Hermione's was too obvious, Ron was their greatest asset.

The grating of steel being pulled from a scabbard made all three of them jump and turn to the sound.

'Sorry,' Ron said grinning manically, out of all of them Ron preferred to use weapons the most, 'was just me.'

'No shit,' Ginny said sarcastically as they returned to the positions.

'Well I am sorry for explaining myself-'

'INCOMING!' Harry cried pointing at several beams of light heading in their direction.

'Here we go,' Hermione said grimly tightening the grip on her wand.

'PROTEGO!' they cried simultaneously just before the jets of light hit them. When they emerged from the smoke they caught sight of Hart sprinting towards them.

'Spread out!' Ron roared.

Obediently the four of them moved out from the circle to take cover behind various objects in the room. Ron however moved forward straight at Hart. 'STRAT FIVE!' he bellowed. Knowing what Ron wanted them to do they spread out in different directions. Ron threw his knife straight at Hart's chest, he dodged and it nicked his shoulder, ignoring his injury he ran full pelt at Ron, who at the last moment fell to the floor and rolled, tripping Hart up slightly giving Hermione time to get a good leg-locking jinx in, Ginny leapt out from behind a statue and shouted, 'INCARCOUROUS!' as Hart attempted to stay standing, he was successful until Ginny's ropes bound him and he lost his balance falling abruptly to the floor at Harry's feet who instantly cast a stunning spell upon their instructor. Ron stood and strode over to the others who were all stood staring at Hart motionless on the floor.

'I can't believe that worked,' Ron said awed, 'I mean, it was so simple wasn't it?'

'Maybe that's why he didn't expect it?' Hermione said in a hushed tone, 'I mean it's like us with the door isn't it?'

'Should we wake him up?' Ginny asked, 'Or just have the rest of the day off?'

The three of them gazed at her in shrewdly.

'Galloping Hippogriffs, I was joking okay!'

Harry moved around Hart's body to get a better angle.

'Rennervarate,' he murmured.

Hart awoke with a start and attempted to wrestle out of his bonds before he realised there was no point. After the counter-jinxes were spoken by Ginny and Hermione; Hart rose to his feet and looked at them all in turn.

'Congratulations,' he said, 'your strategy was indeed clever. Simple yet effective. You're obviously learning. Simplicity is the key and when applied correctly you can achieve the results you achieved today. Excellent,' he nodded at each of them in turn and made his way out of the room, 'I shall see you all in an hours time.'

'We don't have to do Muggle sparring? Blimey we need to beat Hart more often,' Ron said grinning broadly.

'I think we all need a shower,' Hermione said mopping her brow with her sleeve, 'I feel as though I have climbed out of a swimming pool.'

'I agree,' Ginny said, 'I am dripping,' in more ways than one, she added silently to Harry.

Harry cleared his throat, 'Yes let's get clean.'

Hermione made her way towards the door and removed her jumper to tie it around her waist. Ginny however smiled wickedly at Harry and followed her; at the door she reached down and removed her tank top to reveal a simple black sports bra. Harry had to bite his tongue to prevent a groan escaping him.

'Come on mate, I'll race you to the showers.' Ron said gazing at him in sympathy.

'You're on.'

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Five hours later all four of them were exhausted and ready for bed, but there was one last session left. It was only half an hour but it was the worst part of the day. Torture methods. Hart taught them different methods of torture and how to channel the pain and keep hidden the secrets that had to be kept. They had already been through starvation, sleep deprivation, water- boarding and physical injury such as breaking bones and uses of knives.

'The Cruciatus Curse, it has to be. That's what he is going to use,' Ron kept saying as they made their way to the basement, 'it's all that's left.'

They reached the basement door and gazed at it for a second, all four of them full of fear and trepidation.

'Oh come on,' Ginny said sharply, 'let's just get on with it.' And she kicked open the door. They strode into the room attempting to look braver than they felt. The room was barren apart from four wooden chairs and a table filled with different instruments.

'Please, take a seat,' Hart said gesturing at the chairs. They took their seats gazing warily about the room. 'Today will be different from anything you have endured yet,' Hart began to pace the room with his hands behind his back, 'as you know, usually when I conduct these sessions, you are alone with me. Today however, all four of you shall remain in the same room. I am going to use each of you in turn in an attempt to make Harry tell us the truth about a matter which is enclosed within this envelope. Any questions?'

They all mutely shook their heads.

'Very good. Ron, Hermione and Ginny, please wait over there.' The three of them stood and strode over to the far wall.

'Harry, this is a technique which I strongly believe will be your downfall. Now listen, you must use you Occlumens skills now and detach your emotions. You must not see your friends, but strangers. Understand?'

He nodded slightly feeling bile rising in his throat.

'Good. Here is your topic,' Hart handed him an envelope. He opened it and gazed down at the five words on the piece of parchment, your relationship with Ginny Weasley.

'Ready?' Hart demanded.

Harry nodded in reply and straightened himself on his chair. Hart clapped his hands and thick bonds rose from the ground and restrained Harry, tying him to the chair.

'Just to be sure,' Hart smiled. Harry looked over at him and saw that similar ropes had bound Ginny, Hermione and Ron.

'Now then,' Hart said assuming his 'Death Eater role,' as Ginny called it. 'Who first? Who will know the most? Well the saying is, ladies first, so…' Hart clicked his fingers and Hermione glided eerily into the centre of the room.

It's not Hermione, Harry thought to himself frantically, it's not Hermione.

'Miss Hermione Granger is called to the stand!' Hart cried gleefully dancing around Hermione.

'Now, now then, is this Harry Potter before you?'

Hermione made a grunting sound as she was unable to speak due to the dragon tape covering her mouth.

'Oh course! I am so sorry!'

Hart went over to Hermione and ripped the tape off her mouth brutally.

'Is this or is it not Harry Potter?' Hart demanded pushing his face up to hers.

'It's not Harry Potter, I have never met Harry Potter.' She whispered.

'Liar,' Hart stated and slapped her hard across the face, 'again is this Harry Potter?'

'No,' she breathed.

'No?' Hart said. He whipped out his wand and silently broke Hermione's leg. Hermione screeched in pain.

'No,' she cried, 'it isn't him.'

Hart clapped his hands and the ropes fell from Hermione, due to how she was suspended in the air from the ropes, she fell to the floor with a scream as her broken leg bent at an even stranger angle. Ron fought against the ropes and promptly fell to the floor. Hart paid him no attention and didn't give Hermione chance to recover but bent, grabbed her hair and dragged her across the floor grazing her cheek and arms as he went.

'Now then is this Harry Potter?' he pushed her face into his. 'Is it!'

'NO!' Hermione whimpered.

Hart bent her arm back and Harry heard the clear snap throughout the chamber Hermione screamed and the snap of her other leg was muffled due to her scream.

'DO YOU KNOW HARRY POTTER?' Hart shouted.

'YES!' Hermione cried in defeat.

'THEN YOU KNOW HIS GIRLFRIEND! GINNY WEASLEY?'

'What?' Hermione gasped.

'His girlfriend!' he kicked her in her broken leg. 'Is it Ginny Weasley?'

'No,' Hermione wheezed, 'once they were together but now-'

She passed out from the pain.

'Worthless,' Hart spat. He rounded on Harry and put his hands on either side of the chair. 'Is Ginny Weasley your girlfriend?'

'No,' Harry breathed.

Hart clicked his fingers and Ron was dragged to the middle of the room. Harry felt himself blanch as he saw the blood running down his face from being dragged across the floor.

'Ginny Weasley is your sister? Correct?' Hart barked.

Ron nodded; there was really not much point in lying.

'How long were she and Potter dating?'

'A month,' Ron murmured.

'Are they dating now?' Hart probed.

'Not-not to my knowledge.' Ron said.

'So they are dating?'

'I don't know.' Ron stated.

'Very well.'

Hart turned to Harry and raised his wand slightly, Harry felt himself slightly recoil.

'Are you dating Ginny Weasley?' Hart asked.

'No' Harry answered truthfully.

'DIFFINDO!' Hart sliced open Ron's skin from his shoulder blade down to his hip. Ron cried out in pain and the blood flowed thick and fast.

'ARE YOU DATING GINNY WEASLEY?' Hart roared.

'NO!' Harry shouted.

Ron's other shoulder was sliced open and he fell to his knees from the pain. The question was asked three more times and with each, 'no,' Ron's skin was lacerated until all that seemed to remain was a pain filled face and blood soaking the floor.

'Stupefy!' Ron slumped forward into merciful unconsciousness.

'Right!' Hart snapped, 'let's see how you do now,' he clicked his fingers and Ginny glided forwards with her head hanging low.

Be calm Harry, he can't hurt me when I am with you, she thought.

'Now then, perhaps the Weaslette can offer us some answers.' Hart said dancing over the body of Ron to reach Ginny. 'So then. Your relationship with this girl. What do you see in her? Is it her smile? Her eyes? Her long red hair?'

'None of them, Ginny is my friend.' Harry said.

'Then this won't bother you then?' he collected Ginny's hair in one hand and murmured, 'Diffindo,' her long hair fell to the ground leaving a short, hazzardly cut bob behind. Harry gazed at the fallen hair feeling a lump in his throat; he had loved her hair.

'Does that sadden you Potter?' Hart asked. Harry shook his head. 'No? Perhaps… Crucio!'

Ginny screamed aloud and mentally and Harry screamed with her, their connection was so strong that he felt the fire of the curse in his own veins as though the spell was upon him.

'Harry, Ginny, are you okay?' Hart said in his own voice, the persona of a Death Eater forgotten.

Weakly they both nodded.

'What was that? I cursed Ginny and only Ginny, so why did Harry feel the pain?'

Harry and Ginny looked at each other.

Should we tell him? Ginny thought. Harry nodded in reply.

'We have a connection,' said Ginny simply.

'A connection? How? When did this happen?' Hart asked wildly.

'A couple of weeks ago,' Harry said in defeat, 'we don't know how or what it is, but we can hear each others thoughts and feel emotions.'

'And why did you not tell anyone of this?' Hart demanded.

'We didn't want people to think we are together, I mean, we have a bond but we aren't together.' Ginny replied quickly.

'I understand.' Hart said, 'have you researched this?'

They nodded.

'But you have not been able to find anything?'

Again they nodded.

'I shall do some of my own research and question some of my colleagues, don't worry I will not give away your identities. I shall use false ones and do the best I can.'

'Thank-you,' Harry said.

Hart regarded them both for a moment before sighing.

'You have failed today.' Hart said.

Harry and Ginny gazed at him in shock.

'I pretended to be your friend to gain information from you both, and I have succeeded. If I was a Death Eater you would have given me profoundly valuable information. Do not trust your enemies. Ever.'

The two of them looked down in shame.

'I shall leave you both to heal Mr Weasley and Miss Granger as punishment. Good day.' And with that he swept from the basement slamming the door behind him.

'Well we didn't give you all our information Mr Trickster,' snarled Ginny.

'No we did not,' Harry smiled at her, 'I am proud of you for not saying anything Gin.'

'Likewise Potter.'

Do you think anyone will know if we kiss right now? Ginny thought.

No, but I think it may be rather sadistic given the predicament of our friends health. Harry replied.

Touché Potter. Ginny responded with a smile, I shall just have to use my imagination.

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