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"It's a beautiful day outside," she whispered in
his ear as they sat in the warm, empty classroom together, "Let's go
sit by the lake."
He shook his head, a flicker of
amusement in his eyes. "Someone will see us," he protested, "What if
it's your brothers who find us out there? We had a close enough call on
Valentine's Day when Nott found us in the bushes."
"No one will see us," she assured him, "Everyone's in Hogsmeaderight now."
"And they won't be back for hours," he conceded, looking pleased with the idea of it.
"Let's go, then," she said, stroking a finger up and down his forearm, "I'll push you into the water."
you do I'm dragging you in with me," he replied. She grinned at him,
and he helped her off of the desk she had been seated on. Taking her
hand, he led her out of the classroom.
Ginny awoke to the sound of someone knocking at the door of her hotel room. She turned in her bed to look at the clockand saw that it was already four in the afternoon. She had slept for a long time. Granted, she hadn't really wanted to wake up.
"It's me--Harry," a voice called from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"
on a second," Ginny called back, pulling on a pair of tan shorts and a
white blouse before opening the door and letting Harry in. His hair
looked even more unkempt than usual. Ginny supposed he had just gotten
out of bed as well.
"I thought maybe we could go down to
supper together," he said politely, "seeing how we've gotten started on
the wrong foot, maybe I can make it up to you."
apprehensive. Granted, he was being very courteous to her, but there
was something in his manner that made her suspect he had an alternative
motive for inviting her to supper. Perhaps he wanted to question her
more about her 'past connections', as he had called them. If that was
the case, she was not going to put up with his inquires. She would hex
his head into next week, never mind that there were Smuggles staying in
the hotel. She had improved her Bat Bogey hex in recent years, as well
as other, more unmentionable, spells. Such things were required when
you dabbled with shady people who were in the Dark Arts business, and
she had been just itching to try some of them after she had been
promoted to her cozy, little desk job.
"This will be purely business, Potter," she replied sharply, "If you dare even to tread a toe in my past affairs-"
"I'll consider myself well warned," Harry cut in. Ginny glared at him.
didn't like the cold. He had detested anything to do with the cold ever
since the age of seven when Dudley had made him crawl through the snow
fort he had built and then sat on it so that Harry was trapped inside.
Luckily, he recalled, Mrs. Figg had seen from her window and had come
to rescue him from under Dudley's ample backside.
cream he was eating slowly was freezing his mouth, and the look Ginny
was giving him from across the table was just as cold. She hadn't yet
touched her desert, a nice looking piece of hot pumpkin pie. Harry
wished he had ordered the pie instead of the ice cream. "What is this,
anyway?" he thought. It tasted like oranges. He stared at the funny
orange ice cream for a while.
"Something wrong with your sorbet?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, is that what this is?" he remarked. "Thought it was ice cream."
like that," she replied as he finished what was left of his sorbet, "Do
you want my pie? I don't think I'm really all that hungry." Harry
nodded and she slid the pie over to him. He began to munch on the hot
pastry contentedly while Ginny continued to give him icy looks.
"What?" he asked, swallowing a large piece. "You've been glaring at me ever since I ordered desert."
nothing," she replied snappishly. "Finish your pie." To be truthful,
Harry didn't much feel like eating the pie anymore. It tasted dull in
his mouth, now, and dry. He wondered if he had ever liked pumpkin pie
in the first place. He looked up from the pastry to see Ginny glaring
at him once again.
He glared at her, and she glared back even
more fiercely. It hit him then how much she had changed. There used to
be something behind those eyes that were staring frigidly at him now.
What had first struck him as beauty when he had seen her after so many
years, he now saw was only the remains of the fiery life to her that
she had once possessed. She had been stunning once, not because of the
regular beauty that most girls flaunted, but because of the passion
that had seemed to drive her. Boys had flocked to her in the later
years of her Hogwarts career, he remembered. Older boys had taken
notice of her bright eyes and glowing cheeks, not to mention her
billowing red hair and lively disposition. And she had politely turned
every one of them down. He should have noticed then that something was
"You don't trust me," Ginny spoke up, bringing Harry
out of his recollections. "How am I supposed to work with you if you
don't trust me?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry lied.
"I'm not stupid, Harry. I know the rumours that have been circulating around the Ministry," Ginny replied. "No one trusts me anymore."
just seems as if you know too much about the other side to really be on
ours," said Harry. "Your history isn't exactly reputable."
sat very still in her chair for a few moments before replying quietly,
"To me, there is no other side." It worried Harry that he couldn't tell
exactly where her loyalties lay. It worried Harry that he couldn't
distinguish her character. He liked to be able to read people like open
books. He wanted to know whom he was dealing with. Everyone he had ever
met had been so easy to dissect. Ginny Weasley was proving to be more
difficult. Not that Harry minded; he was up to the challenge. 'Know thy
enemy,' was the motto of any good Auror, the trouble was that Harry
didn't know exactly who his enemy was.
go to the spring ball together," she begged him. "I know you want to
go. Poison in my Hat is going to be performing, and that's your
"You know we can't go together, Ginny," he sighed, reaching up to run a long finger across her cheek. He looked honestly sorry.
know," she whispered, hearing someone walk past their favourite
abandoned classroom where they had taken refuge. "It's not fair that we
have to hide. I never get to show you off."
softly, he had a nice laugh, "You think I'm any happier about the fact
that I can't scream from the tallest tower that you're mine?" he asked.
Then he looked seriously at her. "You'd be in danger if anyone found
"We'll go to the
Prefects' Tower that night, alright?" he said, "No one will know we're
there together, they'll all be at the ball. We'll be alone for once."
felt herself shiver. They would have their cherished alone time. They
almost never had time together where they weren't in constant fear of
being discovered or where they didn't freeze every time there was the
sound of footsteps. He was always careful about putting silencing and
locking charms over the rooms where they met. He had never once
forgottenbut still they lived in fear that someone might
discover them together. There was always the fear that someone would
find out their secret. Theodore Nott and Dennis Creevey had already
found out that they were together, and she had managed to swear them to
secrecy, but how long was it before her family knew?
"We shouldn't have to worry," he whispered to her, "I'm sorry."
looked out the window in her darkened hotel room. She had hardly slept
an hour and still these dreams came to her. She wasn't tired anymore.
She was just too full of feelings, or was it that she was too empty?
There was no time for being tired. She felt the smallest tear trickle
down the side of her face and couldn't bring herself to brush it away.
How long had it been since it had been his long, aristocratic fingers
thathad wiped away her tears?
It seemed as if it had been a lifetime, and maybe, in a sense, it had
been. The Ginny back then had been a very different person. She knew
that well. She had been brave, daring and strong. Now any life she had
once possessed seemed to be gone.
Ginny saw a distant, dark
figure flying on a broomstick across the moon. She admired the wizard
for his recklessness, but hoped that the Muggles thought it was only a
cloud. For reasons that she couldn't explain, it broke her heart not to
know who it was that was flying as high as the stars while her dreams
were so contained. It was at that moment that Ginny completely broke
down for the first time in years and cried.
ran up the side of the hill with Ginny following close behind him. Both
their wands were drawn. They had noticed movement in the old log fort,
the suspected base of D.F. in Geneva, which had supposedly been
abandoned for hundreds of years. Chief Morrison had said that this was
where the last team had been suspicious of Death Eater activity, and
the fact that there seemed to be someone living in this fort only
helped to confirm their suspicions. Harry would have liked to believe
what Remus had told him, but his gutnow told him that something
was not quite right about the fort. From the outside, it didn't look
much like a base. It was run-down and old, and most likely structurally
unsound. Harry now noticed something, though, that made him stop in his
tracks. He turned to face Ginny.
"Do you smell that?" he asked her.
sniffed the air and then wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I do, but I
can't place it," she said, sniffing once more. She looked at him
uncertainly. "Is that… Bundimun secretion? It smells like someone is
burning it. The only time I've ever smelt that is in Potions class."
"That's what I was thinking," Harry affirmed. "What I can't understand is why we're smelling it."
"Bundimun secretion is used in many cleaning products," replied Ginny, "but no one would burn those.Mum
always had them locked in the cupboards because they were highly…"
Ginny's voice trailed off and she stared at the fort in horror.
is it?" Harry asked, shaking her shoulders. "Ginny, what's wrong?" She
simply pointed behind him at the fort, her mouth open wide. Harry
turned and immediately saw what Ginny was looking at. Behind the
windows on the second floor of the fort, he could see red and orange
flames dancing wildly.
"The fort," he gasped. "It's on fire!"
the Bundimun secretion. There must be Bundimuns living in the floors
and walls of that fort," said Ginny frantically. "That's why it was
falling apart. If something were to catch fire in there the whole
building would burn to the ground!"
"Looks as if that was what
someone wanted to happen," said Harry, eying a distant figure racing
out of the back of the fort. He made a move to go after the person but
stopped when an ear-shattering scream came from inside the fort.
pointed to the third floor of the building where the flames seemed to
have traveled upwards. "Look there!" she gasped. Harry followed her
finger to the second window from the left where the outline of a person
could be seen banging against the windowpane.
"You try to go
after the person we saw running from the fort," Harry called out to
her, immediately running towards the burning building, "I'll go get
whoever's up there." Ginny took off after the figure that had already
disappeared into the nearby woods. Harry knew she didn't have much of a
chance of catching the person, whoever it was. As soon as he was able
to gather enough concentration he would Disapparate.
to think quickly. He couldn't put out the whole fire by himself and he
couldn't run into the fort; it would surely collapse on top of him. He
had to think of another way to get up to the third floor. Harry
wondered if the person inside had a wand.He could
at least put out some of the fire, but judging by the fact that he was
still banging on the window Harry guessed that hedidn't have any resources with him.
Harry muttered to himself, now standing at the base of the fort. "Plan,
plan, oh Merlin, I need a plan right now." He could feel the heat even
through the thick wooden walls. It wouldn't be long before they were in
flames. Harry could hardly think with the sound of screaming still
ringing in his ears.
"Accio window pane!" he cried, using the
first spell that came to mind and aiming his wand at the window where
he could still see the person yelling for help. The glass in the window
squeezed through the siding and broke as it flew towards Harry. He
rolled out of the way, covering his head with his hands and barely
missing being cut by the sharp shards of glass. He was immediately back
on his feet and he called out to the person standing now where the
window had been. "Jump down, jump down now!"
A man jumped and
Harry quickly cast a Softening Charm on the ground just before he made
impact. Still, he could tell, the person was in pain. He was lying face
down on the ground and moaning. Harry ran over to the man and deftly
threw him over his shoulders, grunting a little under the weight before
gaining his balance. He began to run up towards the hill just as the
fort began to collapse in fiery fury.
Harry laid the man on
the ground carefully. He could see that the person had many burn marks
on his arms and hands. He would need to be sent to a hospital very soon
for treatment. The man looked as if he was over a hundred years old,
and the drama of this event alonecould not be very good for his
health. Harry quickly did what spells he knew to reduce the pain before
bringing the man back to consciousness. The man eyes popped open and
searched wildly before landing on Harry's face. He sat up quickly and
Harry kneeled down next to him.
"I'm… alive?" he said, breathing unsteadily.
sir," said Harry, "I'm going to put you out again, and then when my
partner gets back we're going to take you to the nearest hospital, but
I'll need your name."
"My name is David Mackenzie Kraft," said
the man. "My brother and I had ownership of the fort, but we've left it
unattended for many years now. I work at the Ministry."
enough, sir," said Harry. "You can tell me more when we get you to a
hospital." Harry deftly cast a Knockout Spell on the man and he slumped
back to the ground. Harry then stood and looked around, searching for
any sign of Ginny.
Ginny ran as quietly as
possible through the underbrush and ducked under stray tree branches.
She didn't want the person to know that she was following him. The
element of surprise could give her anadvantage.
Ginny needed to catch up to the person very soon. If he gained his wits
enough to Disapparate he was lost to her. She wouldn't be able to
follow him, even with the Ministry's Apparation records. They only took
records of those who were Apparating across country borders, and she
doubted the person she was tracking would need to go that far just to
A spell hit Ginny and caught her unaware. It had
came from the bushes to her left and she immediately rolled behind a
large bolder for cover. An icy sensation instantly filled her lower
abdomen and she began to lose any sensation inher legs.
a dreamlike voice whispered. The curse shot over Ginny's head, making
the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She had to get out of
there. The icy sensation was now beginning to rise upwards. Soon she
would have no feeling in her arms and without use of her wand she was
as good as dead. She concentrated all her energy on Disapparating,
hoping that she would reach her mark.
Ginny landed on the ground, hard, and looked up to see Harry's green eyes peering down at her concernedly. She had made it.
"Death Eater," she wheezed. "There's a Death Eater in the forest. He tried to use an Unforgivable on me."
you stand?" asked Harry. She shook her head and he leaned down, draping
one of her limp arms across his shoulders and pulling her up off the
"I'll take you both to a hospital," said Harry. It was
then that Ginny noticed the old man lying on the ground. She thought
for a moment that he was dead, his face was so white, but then noticed
that he was breathing. He must have only been knocked out. Ginny felt
like she, too, was trying to shut down. Her vision was starting to blur.
"Ginny… Ginny…" A voice called to her, but she couldn't match it with a face. The darkness was starting to close in around her.
She let go.
Ginny… wake up, Ginny," she opened her eyes to see him peering down at
her. It felt unbelievably safe to wake up and find him there with her.
"I was waiting for you," she told him. "Has everyone gone to the ball?"
"Yes, we're all alone," he said, "Finally." He reached down to stroke her hair.
"I can hear the music," she said, then stayed silent for a while, listening. "I wish we could be there."
We can have our own ball right here," he said. With a flick of his wand
he moved the furniture out of the centre of the room and then kneeled
before the chair she was sitting in, his eyes looking straight in hers.
"Dance with me?" he asked. She nodded and he took her in his arms. They
swayed across the room together, and she found herself nestling her
head on his shoulder.
"You're right, you know," she
whispered. "We don't need the world." He kissed her comfortingly on the
forehead and she could feel it in the touch of his lips that he was