Harry was sitting on his bed, enjoying the warm breeze floating in from the open window and trying to write out a reply to Ginny when Remus burst into the room, eyes wild and face pale. Sitting up with a start, Harry shoved his parchment off his legs onto the floor. "Remus, what's wrong?"
"Harry, get your cloak. We're going to Hogwarts, now," Remus said shortly, picking up Harry's shoes and tossing them at his feet.
Bewildered, Harry reached down and pulled them on. "Which cloak?" he asked.
"The invisibility cloak, of course. What other cloak would you need at Hogwarts?" Remus asked as he pulled Harry out the door after he had grabbed his cloak. Harry didn't have to ask why he needed the invisibility cloak; he assumed it was so he wouldn't run into Ginny.
Merlin, he was going to be in the same place as Ginny for the first time in over a month.
His blood burned at the thought. God, how he wanted to touch her...
After Apparating to Hogsmeade, Harry and Remus made the quick trek up to Hogwarts in near silence. Only when they were almost to the castle doors did Remus stop and face Harry, a deadly serious look on his face.
"Harry, Albus told me Hermione found something for Ginny. I'm going to go in there first, because he and I have things to talk about, and then I'll come get you. Stay under your cloak at all times, all right?" he said tensely, staring right at Harry.
Nodding, Harry slipped the cloak over his head. Remus led him inside and up to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office, where a fidgeting Hermione was waiting. Seeing Remus, she bounded towards him.
"Remus! Thank goodness! Is Harry here?" she asked, peering around Remus' shoulders.
Nodding towards Harry, who stuck out his hand and waved at Hermione, Remus went to the gargoyle and whispered the password. "Now, stay right here," he ordered as the gargoyle opened, and he went quickly up the stairs.
Hermione grinned. "Oh, Harry! This is amazing! How are you?"
"Fine," he said, clearly startling her.
"Oh! Well, that's odd. Oh," she exclaimed, wringing her hands nervously. "I've done something rather rash, Harry. But I just had to!"
Harry took the cloak from his head, leaving it on the rest of him. "What are you talking about, Hermione?" he asked.
She kissed his cheek quickly in greeting and smiled slightly. "You'll see! I'll be right back!"
And then she left him, racing down the corridor. Harry slipped the cloak over his head and chuckled quietly. Hermione was a bit odd sometimes, but he still loved her. God, if only Remus would hurry up! He was dying to know how he could help Ginny.
"Hermione, what the—"
Harry gaped as he heard a long-missed voice down the hall. Watching incredulously, he saw Hermione come around the corner, tugging a stubborn Ginny behind her. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her.
She was beautiful.
Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, a few reckless strands falling around her freckled face; dark eyes flashed in the mid-afternoon sun streaming in from a near window, wide and sparkling in a way Harry had missed. She was in a simple sundress, but the way she looked in it... It was almost unbearable to look at her.
Hermione was looking around his general area as Ginny planted her feet and waited, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff. "I'm here. What's going on?" she asked crisply.
Peeking around, Hermione rolled her eyes. "Come out, Harry. I know this is a stupid thing to do, but she's ok right now. Please come out," she pleaded.
Ginny's face went from flushed to ash grey as Hermione spoke. "Harry? Harry's here?" she squeaked, hands flying to her mouth.
With a fervent prayer of thanks to Hermione and whatever luck that was watching out for him, Harry flipped his cloak off, revealing himself to both girls. Hermione grinned weakly and stepped away politely towards the gargoyle as Ginny stared at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?" she breathed, but even before he could open his mouth, she waved a hand at him. "Never mind, I don't want to know. You're here, though..." she trailed off.
Smiling, Harry took a step towards her. "I got your note," he said softly.
Her eyes lit up as a bit of color returned to her face. "Really? Oh, good. Thank Tonks for me."
They stood in silence for a moment, drinking in the sight of the other. Harry could barely believe his eyes; she was there, right in front of him. Why wasn't she in his arms? Who knows when they could do this again.
Biting her lip, Ginny gazed at him. "Oh, to hell with it," she muttered, going over to him and throwing her arms around his neck. Her breath on his skin shot spikes of heat through his body as he wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up off her feet and pushing her up against the cool wall. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed in the scent of her. He felt her lips on his neck and nearly went mad with the feelings driving through him. Reaching up with one hand, he pulled her hair from its ribbon, sending it down into wild strands around her face and shoulders, and tangled his hand in it.
There was wetness on his neck, and he felt her shaking under his hands. Lifting her face to his, he was surprised to see a few stray tears falling from her eyes. "Ginny, what is it?" he asked hurriedly, taking his hand from her hair and wiping the tears from her face with his fingertips.
Smiling slightly, she shook her head, tightening her grip on him. "I just can't believe you're here," she said softly. "I've missed you so much, Harry."
With a slight chuckle, Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead hesitantly, reveling in the feel of her cool skin. She shivered under his touch. "I missed you, too. It's been so long," he commented quietly.
Shifting in his arms, Ginny let out a long sigh. "You're... You're taller, I think. And..." she trailed off, a light blush staining her cheeks. "Well, you feel stronger."
He was about to spill to her the details of his training, but he held his tongue in check. "Well, I'm a growing boy," he joked, gazing at her face, seeing new freckles splashed across her nose. "You're beautiful," he said softly, watching her eyes widen in shock.
A flattering blush rose to her cheeks. "Don't be silly, Harry."
Smiling down at her, he leaned down and brushed his lips across her forehead. "I'm not being silly. I'm telling the truth," he protested.
"I hear movement!" Hermione hissed from the gargoyle's side. "Someone's coming!"
Ginny stiffened in his arms and tried to push Harry away. "Go on, Harry. I'll hide in a corner, or something. They can't see us together," she said, bitterness edging her voice.
Rebellion rushed through him and he tightened his grip, leaning down quickly. "I don't care," he muttered before kissing her mouth hard, overwhelmed with the taste of her. She responded to him immediately, fingers twirling in the hair at the nape of his neck. It had seemed like an eternity since he had tasted her, and he knew he would never get enough of her.
With a small squeal, he heard Hermione scramble towards them, and in a second he felt cool fabric tossed over him, breaking his focus on Ginny and bringing him back to reality with a jolt. Breaking the connection to her pliant mouth harshly, he looked her square in the eye. "Keep the cloak on you until we're up in Dumbledore's office. Leave it by the gargoyle; I'll pick it up later," he hissed, ducking out from under the cloak and seeing her figure disappear just as he heard the gargoyle open.
"Harry, come along. You too, Hermione," Remus said. Harry looked at the older man and was shocked at the flabbergasted look on his face, like he had been bowled over by a hippogriff. Curiosity filled him; what exactly had Hermione found?
Following Remus and Hermione up the stairs, he took one last glance down and saw Ginny's head poking up in mid-air, a wide, dreamy smile on her face. Grinning, he turned and entered Dumbledore's office.
"Ah, Harry. It's good to see you," Dumbledore said as Harry closed the door behind him and took a seat. Hermione sat next to him and Remus paced the room, brow furrowed. "I'm sure you're wondering what's going on."
"Yeah; did Hermione really find something?" Harry asked eagerly, still feeling Ginny's lips on his.
With a suspicious blush, Hermione nodded. "You see, Harry, the reason Voldemort can connect with Ginny is because he is bonded with her soul. It's very hard to do and very hard to combat, which is why it took so long to find something for her; it's very rare," she explained, glancing towards the headmaster nervously.
Nodding, Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair. "What Hermione has found is something called a reverse possession. Someone must break the one connection with the possessed person by making their own connection, thus reversing control on the possessed soul."
A sneaking suspicion blossomed within Harry as he glanced at Hermione and saw her blush deepen. "So, is it a spell?" he asked.
"Well, yes. Someone has to perform the spell, but that isn't enough, Harry," Hermione said hesitantly.
"What else is there?" Harry asked incredulously, the suspicion growing inside him with ever second.
Hermione, Remus, and Dumbledore all shared a look before Remus spoke up. "There has to be a physical possession in Ginny's case, because it gives an extra strength to the spell that Voldemort can't give," he said slowly.
Either he was very thick, or they weren't giving him a straight answer, because he still didn't understand what they were talking about. "So what does that mean? Tell me straight out!" he exclaimed, starting to feel a little frustrated.
Rolling her eyes in a sudden burst of impatience, Hermione huffed. "Harry, don't be daft! What do you think we mean by physical possession?"
All eyes on him, Harry was beginning to feel very frustrated. Was it his fault if he didn't understand Hermione's roundabout way of explaining things?
Seeing his confusion, Remus patted his shoulder briefly. "Didn't Sirius ever give you his version of ‘the Talk', Harry?" he asked weakly.
Surprise jolted through him as the realization dawned on him swiftly and he jumped out of his chair. "Bloody hell! Someone has to have sex with her?" he blurted out before he could stop the words, a heated flush suffusing his face.
Hermione turned bright red at his outburst, while Remus and Dumbledore looked rather calm at his choice of words. "Not quite how I would have put it, but yes," Dumbledore said nonchalantly.
"Not just anyone, Harry. You have to," Remus added quickly.
Harry's mind went blank as Remus' words registered.
He had to have sex?
"I have to?" he exclaimed.
"Would you rather someone else do it, Harry?" Hermione snapped.
"Over my dead body!" he retorted just as quickly, anger slicing through him at the thought.
Dumbledore clasped his hands together. "I understand this is extreme, Harry," he began somberly. "But this is an extreme circumstance. I don't know how you feel about this, but I feel that this could be our only option."
Harry turned to the old wizard. "We're so young, though. She's only 16, and I'm..." he trailed off, not quite sure he could handle the churning in his stomach.
"Harry, Ginny loves you," Hermione said softly. "She may be young, and I don't know how I feel about this yet, but... If it feels right, then how can you not consider it?"
Running a hand through his hair, Harry shut his eyes, mind whirling. How could he consider something like this without being able to talk to Ginny? He couldn't make this kind of decision, not without knowing how she really felt about everything, including him.
Opening his eyes, he glanced at Hermione. "How does this work, exactly?" he asked quietly.
She sat down beside him, eyes brightening in a way Harry knew well; this look only came when she was about to share something she alone knew how to explain. "It's a very old form of magic; the reference I used said this was performed in Merlin's time," she said. "The spell itself is remarkably simple; it's the performer who makes all the difference. You would perform the spell on Ginny, and then immediately after you would have to do the physical possession."
His gaze narrowed as conflict rose within him. "You make it sound so cold."
Shaking her head vigorously, Hermione placed a hand on his arm. "No, Harry! This was seen as a saving grace, especially in situations like this. The Pagans even used to perform it as a protection spell for their mates, to keep them from harm. And it only works if there is a true bond between the caster and its recipient. That's part of the ancient magic within the spell," she reassured him, a slight smile on her face.
"I wouldn't condone this, Harry, if I didn't feel that your parents would do the same thing if they were in your situation," Remus said gently, squeezing Harry's shoulder.
Harry looked up at Remus with a shocked gaze. "What?" he exclaimed.
A bittersweet look crossed Remus' eyes as he spoke. "Your parents would do anything for each other, Harry. If this was the only option, I know what their answer would be," he commented, looking off onto the Quidditch grounds.
Harry was silent as he watched his father's old friend, heart and mind warring. His parents... They began roughly, but in the end, they loved each other enough to die for each other. He was willing to die for Ginny; he had known that for a while now. Was she willing to do the same for him?
They won't die because of you, Harry. They'll die for you.
Her words from a year ago came back to him, and he felt a strange tightening in his chest. Merlin, she had always been willing to sacrifice for him, hadn't she? Would she be willing to do this much?
It was in that moment that the realization he had been dancing around for months finally hit him.
He loved her. He loved her with everything he could give, which might not be much, but he would still give her anything and everything.
"Does Ginny have a say in this at all?" he asked, breaking the silence that had fallen in the office. "I won't do this unless she agrees to it fully."
"Of course she does, Harry," Remus said with a placating hand on his shoulder. "But this does seem to be the only option available to her, at least the only realistic one. And are you really protesting this?" he added with a slightly mischievous edge to his voice. "It wouldn't be so difficult for you, I'm sure."
Glaring at Remus, Harry sat down heavily. "Don't be absurd. Anyway, Ron will maul me. Her brothers will kill me. And what about her parents? I couldn't break their trust like that," he commented with a note of trepidation.
"That's silly, Harry. Ron will understand," Hermione said quickly, face pink. Curiosity peaking again, Harry was about to ask just how well Ron would understand when Dumbledore began to speak.
"Arthur and Molly know how you and Ginny feel about each other, Harry. They only want to see their child happy and safe. You're like another son to them; they know you won't hurt her," the headmaster said calmly.
"What do you think, Harry?" Remus asked softly.
Muscles tightening, Harry let out a slow breath. Oh hell, what did he think? What did they expect him to think of it? "It... It's the only way?" he said slowly and quietly.
"At the moment, yes. We will wait another week or so, to see if we can find anything less extreme, but time is of the essence." Dumbledore replied.
Hermione squeezed Harry's arm. "This is the real deal, Harry; keep it in mind."
Keep it in mind?
Harry didn't think there was anything else he was going to think about this summer.
Ginny had to know how he felt. He had a letter to write.
Ginny was a nervous wreck. September 1st was less than two weeks away; she didn't have any of her school supplies; she was still at Hogwarts; Hermione was gone; and in a week, she was supposed to go to Diagon Alley to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until the start of school, according to Dumbledore. He had already made her arrangements, which was quite good of him.
But Harry was there.
Maybe the headmaster had finally lost his mind. All summer, she had been told to keep away from Harry, not communicate with him, even think about him at all, and now Dumbledore was putting her right next door to him! Either he had lost all sanity, or he had a great faith in her self-control.
It was a shame she didn't have any self-control left.
It was Harry's fault, really! Ever since she had seen him at Hogwarts a little more than a week ago and he had kissed the life from her, her restraint had evaporated. She just knew if she saw him in Diagon Alley, she would latch onto him and never let him go.
All this was quite amusing to Tom, as he told her daily. He always nagged on her supposed lack of taste in men and said things that made her blush so hard, a person wouldn't be able to tell where her face ended and her hair began. And although she was getting pretty good at ignoring him, it had been harder than usual, what with her constant thoughts upon Harry and her predicament.
Waking up a few days before her departure, she felt something different inside herself, something that worried her. It was a feeling she got when Tom was feeling especially pleased with himself, and that was always a bad sign. The day was dark with summer storm clouds, giving her an ominous feeling as she went for her morning walk around the grounds. The breeze was chilly, sending twinges of fear down her spine as her mind stayed oddly silent.
Ending up in one of the castle's gardens, Ginny pulled out Harry's latest letter, which Tonks had brought yesterday. She hadn't had a chance to read it yet, so she sat down on a stone bench and unfolded it, beginning to read.
This is probably the hardest letter I've ever written. Now, don't get any ridiculous ideas like I'm about to break up with you, because I'm not. It's just hard because I'm not good with this "expressing your feelings" thing, but I thought you should know some things.
I've never really understood how people can just say how they feel about other people, obviously. But, you really brought something out in me that I didn't realize I had. And... Well, I love you, Ginny. You, and your family, and Remus, and Sirius; you all helped me to understand what love is, and I can actually say it to you, which is a giant step.
Sirius was cleared earlier in the month because of Peter's conviction. Because of this, we're finally having a memorial for him. After more than a year, I can finally say goodbye to him properly. I miss him; you know how it is. I just hope I've done enough to make his death not to have been in vain. I need to redeem myself in his eyes, because I feel like I don't deserve anyone dying for me. I don't think anything will ever change that, but if I knew he was happier now, and that he didn't blame me, it might hurt less.
Tonks is here; I guess I should wrap this up. Just know that no matter what, I love you.
When she looked up, her eyes burned with unshed tears. Setting the letter down, she rubbed at her eyes, bitterness welling up inside of her. This poor man, who had nothing that resembled a family for the first eleven years of his life, was finally discovering what it meant to be loved and to love in return. And Sirius, a man who had always been kind to her, was finally getting the remembrance he deserved.
She didn't think she hated Voldemort so much in that one moment than she ever had before. All the pain and suffering he had caused, just for his own personal gain... He wasn't even a human. Merlin, how could she have ever seen good in him? It didn't matter if it had been his younger self; the evil and malice was shining in his eyes, palpable in his words. She had been a fool. How she longed to be free from him! It didn't matter how; she'd kill herself if it was the only option.
Sirius Black was a foolish man, Virginia. They're all fools to remember him, especially now.
There was an abrupt gust of wind, blowing her hair free from its ribbon and lifting the letter from her side to float on the breeze. With a gasp, she raced after it, catching it just as it was about to fly off onto the grounds. Pushing her hair from her face, she felt the beginnings of rain on her bare arms, and looked up to meet the sprinkles head on.
Don't you wonder where Professor Dumbledore is, Virginia? The memorial service should have been over by now...
She shut her eyes, focusing on the cool water slipping across her skin, cleansing her as a clap of thunder sounded from above. The rain picked up, beginning to soak through her light clothes. Thinking of Sirius, she prayed he was content where he was, for Harry's sake.
Can Harry stand to lose anyone else, is the real question. I suppose we'll find out, won't we?
"Miss Weasley! Miss Weasley!"
Professor McGonagall's frantic voice startled Ginny out of her thoughts. Opening her eyes, she saw the professor waving at her from the entrance to the garden. Foreboding rose within her as she walked over to the older woman, clutching Harry's letter tightly in her fist. Lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a loud crash of thunder.
"Professor, what is it?" she asked over the rising rain and wind as she neared McGonagall.
The Transfiguration teacher looked positively beside herself, which Ginny had never seen before. "Come inside, quickly. Who knows what might come," she murmured, pulling Ginny inside by the elbow.
Fear tugged at Ginny as they entered the castle. "Professor, has something happened? What's wrong?" she asked anxiously.
McGonagall looked hesitant to speak, but Ginny's pleading face soon overwhelmed her suspicions. "There was a memorial for Sirius Black this morning, and many people were there, including your family, Miss Granger, and Mr. Potter," she said slowly. "Just as it was wrapping up, Death Eaters sprung a surprise attack. I just got the news from the headmaster."
The breath left Ginny's lungs as she froze, heart halting mid-beat. Dimly, she heard Tom's maniacal laughter in her mind as she struggled to form words. "But... Is everyone all right?" she whispered, feeling something tighten in her chest.
Gryffindor's Head of House had to turn away from Ginny's bright gaze. "I don't know. I haven't heard anything else from the headmaster."
Shutting her eyes tightly, Ginny took a shallow breath. Hate and fear vied for first in her mind, and she had to struggle to keep herself from running out of the castle to kill Voldemort herself. If anyone died, she would kill him herself without hesitation.
If Harry was dead, she would make sure he suffered greatly before his death. He would beg to die before she was done.
"Miss Weasley, would you like to wait in my office with me? I wouldn't mind; I do have some tea up there," McGonagall asked quietly.
Nodding slowly, Ginny opened her eyes. News had better come quickly, or she would go mad with this rage.
The pain in his scar was finally beginning to subside as Harry struggled to his feet, wand clenched tightly in his fist. Glancing around him, his heart plummeted. The quiet, pristine church where Sirius' memorial was held was blackened and smoking, stone and wood splayed across the lawn like a battleground. There were people lying on the ground, robes torn and bodies bloodied, moans of pain escaping their throats. More people were up and around, searching for clues and heading off the Muggle police, who had arrived before Harry had regained consciousness.
Looking around frantically, he saw Hermione and Ron running towards him, both looking a little beat up. Once again, he glanced at the people on the lawn; a rage he had never knew boiled within him. Could he have nothing in the world that wasn't tainted by Voldemort? Could he not live for one day? Could he not remember a man who had died for him in peace?
"Harry, thank goodness!" Hermione exclaimed as she and Ron came up to him. "We've been searching for you for ages!"
"I got knocked out in the middle of a duel," Harry said without any inflection. "I suppose they thought I was dead, or they didn't realize who I was, because they just left me. How are you two?"
Ron shrugged, eyes wild with anger even though his face was collected. "Fine; Fred and George stayed by us. They went to look for Mum and Dad."
Something inside Harry seized up; if Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were injured or killed, there would be true hell to pay.
And where was Remus?
"Have you seen Remus? I lost him when the roof of the church exploded," he asked his friends as they began searching for familiar faces.
Hermione looked very pale but determined. "No, but I'm sure he's fine, Harry."
The three turned to see Oliver Wood waving at them. "Will you three get out of here and back to headquarters, all right? You look like hell," he shouted as he lifted a bloody Arabella Figg into his arms.
Harry nodded, all the while scanning the ground for his father's close friend. "I can't leave without knowing Remus is all right," he muttered to Ron and Hermione.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of bright purple hair.
"Tonks!" he exclaimed, running over to her. Ron and Hermione were hot on his heels as he kneeled by the Auror's side. "Why didn't you call out?" he asked, looking her over. Her lip was bleeding, but that was nothing compared to gash at her left side; the blood was coming steadily out of the wound, and Harry put a hand on her side to staunch the flow, feeling it seep between his fingers.
Ever cheerful, Tonks grinned weakly at him. "You beat me to it, Harry," she whispered.
"What the hell happened to you?" Ron asked angrily as Hermione waved at someone for help.
"Lucius Malfoy, bloody bastard, got me from behind." She chuckled hoarsely. "I'd kill him in a fair fight."
Gingerly, Harry slipped his arm underneath her. "Is this all right?" he asked as Ron held onto her legs gently.
"It's fine. Do you know where Remus is? I was looking for him, but bloody Malfoy got me first," she said, looking up at Harry with pleading eyes. "I thought I saw him go after Bellatrix Lestrange, and I'm worried, Harry."
Chest tightening, Harry tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Tonks. I'll find him," he said softly as he and Ron lifted her from the ground and carried her towards Professor Dumbledore and Mad-Eye Moody, Hermione following them and yelling for a stretcher.
"Is she all right, Potter?" Moody asked gruffly as a mediwizard brought over a stretcher for Tonks.
"I think so, sir," Harry replied as he and Ron set her down carefully. "Have you seen Remus anywhere?"
Moody and Dumbledore shared an unreadable look before the headmaster glanced at Harry. "I thought he was with you," he said slowly.
"We got separated. Is someone looking for him?" Harry asked quickly, trying to control the apprehension setting in.
Moody nodded briefly. "I'll get someone on it; he might have already left for headquarters."
That didn't sit right with Harry; Remus wouldn't just leave a battle without good reason. And, it was the full moon tonight, which gave extra cause for worry. What if...
What if Voldemort had him?
He couldn't lose Remus, not after everything; Remus was all he had left from his parents and from the life he didn't remember as a baby. That would be like losing Ginny; it would send him over the edge. Who knows what he would do?
Where the hell was Remus?
Come on, werewolf. I know you don't want to die yet. Where's Potter?
Tossing in her sleep, Ginny let out a small whimper. She knew who Voldemort was torturing, knew why she was hearing it.
He had gotten Remus.
Are you ready to tell, or shall I give you another night to transform without Wolfsbane? I'm sure you recall last night.
A sob escaped her throat, tears sliding down her face as she heard the panting and moaning of transformation, the howls of pain.
I have a treat for you, Virginia. The werewolf is hungry; it shall be fed.
A young girl's cries, a girl who could barely be ten.
Eleven, the perfect age; you were eleven when you first met me, Virginia.
The sniffing for fresh blood, the need for hunger; the full mind of a werewolf. The girl let out a scream of terror. Bile filled Ginny's throat.
You won't see her die, Virginia; I thought you would rather feel it'
And feel it she did; the claws ripped into her chest, jaws clamping down on her throat. She screamed as the girl did, feeling the blood flow from her wounds. Howls echoed her screams; soon, the girl fell silent. Ginny continued to scream, ripping at herself until hands and voices shook her awake, brought her back from Voldemort. She began to sob, feeling blood on her skin mix with the salt of her tears. A hand on her back rubbed rhythmically, a soft voice in her ear comforting her as she let herself bleed.
"Ginny, it's all right. I'm here," whispered a deep, familiar voice.
She clung to his warmth, crying into his chest as he wrapped her arms around him. Not understanding why he was there, she just accepted his comfort, feeling the guilt of death on her soul.
"You dreamt of Remus, didn't you?" he asked softly, wiping a bit of blood from her cheek.
She nodded, breathing shallowly, and looked up at his shadowed face. There were cuts on his face; they mirrored hers. "Is that why you're here?" she asked quietly.
He nodded, brushing her hair from her eyes. "Dumbledore let me come; I Apparated here a few minutes ago."
Suddenly, he shuddered. "They can't find him, Ginny, and he won't tell Voldemort anything. I feel... I feel helpless," he murmured, tightening his grip on her.
Reaching up, she traced the fiery scar on his forehead. "I'm sorry," she whispered, leaning up and kissing him briefly. "I'm so sorry."
They sat on her bed in silence, comforting each other and waiting for the morning.
A/N: *sniff* I feel bad. Please read and review. Many thanks to Anne!