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Author: Bear Story: Harry Potter: Lost Rating: Teens Setting: AU Status: Completed Reviews: 4 Words: 43,137
Ginny When Ginny awoke the next morning, she at first didn't know where she was. She was lying in a massive four-poster bed with red and gold hangings. Hogwarts! She was at Hogwarts and in Gryffindor Tower. She glanced around her room to see her roommates still asleep. Good. Ginny hadn't made much progress with Vicky and Demelza; they were obviously good friends before they came to Hogwarts and she felt... well, she just didn't seem to fit into their friendship. Ginny lay in bed watching the morning sunlight streaming in through the window that was next to her bed; it wasn't time to get up yet. She felt incredibly excited at the thought of her first day of classes. Ginny thought back over the events of yesterday. It had been one of the most terrifying days she could remember. After her brother, the prat, had chucked her out of his compartment, she had gone and sat with Adam. At first he had seemed incredibly shy but once she got him talking, he was really fun to talk to. Ginny had enjoyed telling him all about the wizarding world and it was incredibly pleasing to see the wonder with which he greeted all the things that had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. Then there was the Sorting. She had been absolutely terrified that if she didn't get into Gryffindor her family would probably never speak to her again. She had nearly burst out in tears in front of the entire Great Hall when the Hat told her she would do well in Slytherin; she had practically screamed at it that she wanted to be in Gryffindor with her brothers. The Hat had finally relented and Sorted her into Gryffindor. She was so relieved when she sat at the Gryffindor table that she had to fight back tears of relief. Ginny was overjoyed when Adam also was made a Gryffindor. It would have been terrible after only just making friends with him for him to be Sorted into another house. To be honest, with Ron seemingly wanting nothing to do with her now that he was with his school friends, and the infuriating giggling that seemed to be a permanent fixture around her new roommates, she needed all the friends she could get. Ginny heard a noise from the other side of her room. "Morning, girls!" Demelza said with a cheeriness that was unnatural for this time in the morning. "Morning," grunted Ginny in reply as she finally dragged herself out of bed. After dressing, Ginny left her room while her roommates were still messing with their hair. When she reached the common room she glanced around the mass of Gryffindors making their way down to breakfast but she couldn't see Adam. She felt guilty; she had rushed straight to her room last night leaving Adam looking lost in the Gryffindor common room. She didn't want to but she had to tell Tom about her Sorting and, she reminded herself, had to write to her mum. Ginny spotted one of the first-year Gryffindor boys and after questioning him found that Adam wasn't in his bed when the rest got up. Deciding that Adam must have already headed down to breakfast, Ginny began to make her way downstairs towards the Great Hall. There was still no sign of Adam at the Gryffindor table and he didn't appear while Ginny was eating her breakfast. While Ginny was finishing up the last of her breakfast she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Your timetable, Miss Weasley," Professor McGonagall said, handing her a sheet of parchment. Ginny glanced down at her timetable. Crap! She had Charms starting in fifteen minutes. Grabbing her bag, she dashed out of the Great Hall. Ginny reached the Charms classroom after only getting lost once. The classroom was already half full. Unsurprisingly, Demelza and Vicky where sitting together so Ginny sat at an empty seat near the back of the room. Shortly after Ginny had sat down the professor entered the room; he was short, Ginny noticed, very short. While he was walking towards the front of the class Adam appeared in the doorway and looked around the room apprehensively. Ginny raised her hand and waved at him, pleased to see a smile appear on his face when he saw her. He ran across the classroom and sat at the desk with her. The diminutive professor introduced himself as Professor Flitwick. He spent the lesson covering some background theory on charms, teaching them from the top of a pile of books behind his desk. Ginny found the lesson interesting, although she couldn't wait until they actually got to do some actual magic. Once Charms was finished Adam and Ginny made their way to their next class which was Potions. "Sorry about last night," Ginny apologised as they walked down to the Potions classroom in the dungeon. "Don't worry, I pretty much went straight to sleep. The beds at Hogwarts are the softest I've ever slept in," responded Adam. "Yeah, they are nice, but I sort of miss my room at home, you know? Where were you this morning?" Ginny questioned. Adam hesitated. "I don't sleep well sometimes, so I went for a walk, then got an early breakfast and then got lost." He chuckled as they entered the Potions classroom and took a seat near the back. Ginny realised after that first Potions lesson that all the stories her brothers had told her about Professor Snape were true. He had swept into the room with his long black cloak billowing behind him and immediately glared at the Gryffindors. Ginny decided that he must hate all the Gryffindors. Adam lost 10 points for not cutting up the ingredients small enough, she lost 5 for being unable to answer a question. Even so, by the end of the lesson Ginny and Adam had managed to make a successful potion. Ginny found that Adam struggled a lot with the ingredients; she supposed that must be because they were all new to him, but they worked well together. Ginny was fuming as she stormed out of the Potions class, with Adam struggling to keep up. Snape had not given a single Gryffindor points for their potions, while all the Slytherins had points for completing it. Ginny had to force herself to keep quiet; she didn't want Gryffindor to lose more points because she got angry. "Can you remember what we have this afternoon?" asked Adam as they made their way back up to lunch. Ginny scrabbled in her pockets for her timetable. "History of Magic," Ginny sighed. "According to my brothers, it's the most boring lesson." Adam groaned in response to this. They sat down at Gryffindor table and began to fill up their plates with food.
Adam had enjoyed his first few days at Hogwarts. The lessons were interesting, well, all except History of Magic, and for the first time he had friends, people who seemed to understand him. Ginny was great; he had thought that when she ran off on the first night she didn't want him around anymore now that she was in Gryffindor with her brothers. He was overjoyed when she had waved him over to join her in Charms yesterday and they had spent the day in classes together. In the evening they had gone exploring after dinner. One of the unusual things that Adam had noticed about Ginny was that she seemed to write loads, again last night she had disappeared in early evening to write. Adam didn't mind though, he guessed that was just the way Ginny was. He was also getting along reasonably well with his three roommates, Colin, Ritchie and Jack. He probably got on best with Colin as he was also Muggle-born. Adam and Ginny were eating breakfast together, when he heard a loud squawk and an owl swooped in and landed in front of Ginny. Adam jumped back in shock. What was an owl doing here? He heard Ginny snicker. She was laughing at him! "Oh, Adam, I am sorry! I thought you would have seen an owl before," Ginny flushed bright red. "W-W-What's that tied to its leg?" Adam questioned. He was still feeling self-conscious. Ginny unrolled the parchment and began reading. "It's a letter from my mum. She's congratulating me on getting into Gryffindor," Ginny replied once she had finished reading. "So you send post by owl?" asked Adam. "Yep, if you want I'll show you how to do it tonight so you can send a letter home." "Uh, sure," Adam said, hoping Ginny would forget by this evening. He grabbed his timetable out of his bag, hoping to distract Ginny. "Ginny, we need to get to Transfiguration! We don't want to be late," Adam exclaimed. They grabbed their bags and left the Great Hall. They arrived in the Transfiguration classroom in plenty of time. Adam noticed Professor McGonagall sitting on the desk in her cat form. He and Ginny took a desk near the back of the classroom. "Aw, look, Adam, there's a cat on the desk," Ginny said. Adam snickered when he realised that not many would know that Professor McGonagall could turn into a cat. "Just watch; it's not an ordinary cat," Adam replied with a grin. When the class was ready to begin, the cat leapt off the desk and transformed back into Professor McGonagall. Adam heard Ginny emit a squeal. "You knew!" Adam grinned in response. Professor McGonagall's lesson consisted of them attempting to transfigure a match into a needle. As Adam and Ginny both took out their wands to begin their work, Adam noticed that Ginny's wand looked considerably different to his. His was slightly longer than hers and hers had tints of brown in it. "What’s your wand made out of, Ginny?" Adam asked curiously. "It looks different to mine." "It's my grandmother's wand. She left it to my mum when she died. It’s ash with a dragon heartstring inside it." Ginny replied. "What's yours?" Adam paused. "I don't know, we were in a rush when we left the shop and Mr. Ollivander never told me." "Oh, well, maybe you can ask Professor McGonagall. I bet she'll know!" Ginny replied. "We need to get on with this though, or we'll never get it done!" Adam and Ginny struggled with the exercise that Professor McGonagall had set, as did the rest of the class. However, after an hour of staring at a match and willing it to change they had both made progress, Adam had made his match into a pointed sharp match, while Ginny had turned her match into a silver object, but it was still match shaped. "Mr. Winters, Miss. Weasley, good work. Take five points each for Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall said as she came around towards the end of the lesson to check their progress. Adam and Ginny both grinned in response to the praise. "Professor?" Adam asked before she left to check on the next pair of students. "Do you know what my wand is made out of?" Professor McGonagall paused. "Your wand, Adam, is holly and phoenix feather. It's, erm, quite a rare combination." Ginny winked at him and said, "Told you she'd know." "Oh and, Adam, would you come by and see me on Saturday afternoon?" the professor continued in a quiet voice so only Adam and Ginny could hear. "Yes, Professor," Adam replied and he noticed Ginny looking at him curiously. "What's that about, Adam?" Ginny asked once Professor McGonagall had left their part of the classroom. Adam felt himself flush under the question. "Please, Ginny. I'll explain later," Adam replied, feeling decidedly uncomfortable. Adam felt quite proud of his achievement with the match. This was the first class they had actually got to use magic in and he had been able to make something happen when he wanted it to and, even though it wasn't exactly the full transformation, it made Adam very satisfied. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall also gave the class their first homework assignment, an essay. They made their way in slightly uncomfortable silence to their next class which was Defence Against the Dark Arts. This classroom was completely different than any of the others they had seen. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick each had relevant diagrams on the walls of their classrooms and even Snape had ingredients and other things in jars, which looked like they went in potions… maybe. This classroom was covered in pictures of the professor; it was slightly unnerving. By the time the lesson was half done, Adam had decided that the one thing Professor Lockhart liked talking about more than anything was himself. His lesson consisted of him telling the class about his travels around the world. Then, the class had to summarise a chapter from their textbook Magical Me. Ginny giggled as they began writing. "Look at all the other girls in the class," she said as she pointed to the other two Gryffindor girls. They seemed to be staring at Professor Lockhart. "They all fancy him!" Ginny giggled. "Do you fancy him?" Adam asked, surprised by his own boldness. "Oi! No!" Ginny flicked Adam's arm, causing him to jump. "I think he's exaggerating all that he says he's done. I bet if we looked in all the books we would find things that aren't true." Adam wasn't sure, but he decided to believe Ginny. After all, she knew much more about wizarding things than he did. "This is boring. I wish we actually got to use more magic. The only class we even got to use our wands so far was Professor McGonagall's," Adam said. He wasn't worried about being overheard. Most of the class was talking now and the professor didn't seem interested; he was writing stuff up at his desk. The bell rang at last and they left the classroom to head down for lunch in the Great Hall. "I'll be right back," Ginny said and she jogged off as they were approaching the doors of the Great Hall. Adam saw Ginny approach another red-haired boy, her brother maybe. He was with another boy and a girl. Adam sped up to try to catch Ginny when he saw the two boys head off into the Great Hall. "Hey, Ginny," Adam said as he approached her. She turned around to look at him and he noticed that there were tears welling up in her eyes. "Um, what's wrong, Ginny?" Adam asked, unsure what to do, he had never encountered a crying girl before.
When Ginny saw Ron heading into the Great Hall, she realised that she had not spoken to him since the train two days ago. She was always closest to Ron out of all her brothers. He had been her closest friend growing up, so she wanted to fill him in on how everything was going. "I'll be right back," she called to Adam, and she began jogging over to Ron. "Ron! Hey, Ron!" she called out as she got nearer, wanting to attract his attention before he got lost in the crowd of students now piling into the Great Hall for lunch. "Ginny," he said, with a touch of anger in his voice. She could see him glancing around. "I told you before we left home not to bother me when I'm with my friends. I'll find you later maybe. Come on, Neville, let's get food." "Ron!" Ginny heard Hermione try to chastise him, but he had already walked off, taking Neville with him. Ginny was upset and furious. Ron had always had time for her at The Burrow, but now he had Hogwarts friends he didn't want anything to do with her. To him, she was just little Ginny who should be quiet and keep out of the way. What upset her even more was that she felt tears forming in her eyes. Stop it, she chastised herself. She didn't cry over little things, she hated crying. "I'm sorry, Ginny. He can be a complete prat sometimes," apologised Hermione. "I'm trying to educate him, but..." she trailed off. "Hey, Ginny," Adam said, approaching her from behind. She turned to look at him, cursing the tears still in her eyes. "Um, what's wrong, Ginny?" he asked. "Nothing, its just my brother being a prat!" Ginny said, furiously blinking her eyes, trying to clear the tears. "Let's go and eat." Ginny noticed that Hermione was still walking with them; she was obviously showing her displeasure with Ron by sitting with them. As they sat down for lunch Ginny noticed Adam was acting shy again, probably because Hermione was there. Ginny realised she probably should introduce them. "Hermione, this is my friend, Adam," she turned to Adam. "Adam, this is Hermione." "Nice to meet you, Adam," Hermione replied and held out her hand. "N-Nice to meet you," Adam replied quietly. A slightly awkward silence settled between them. Ginny sighed. Adam obviously wasn't very good with new people. "Hermione is just about the smartest witch in the school according to Ron, so if we need help with homework she's the one to see!" Ginny said brightly, attempting to break silence. "Ginny! I'm not that smart, but if you do need help you can always ask," Hermione replied smiling. "W-we got our first essay today, so I may have to ask you," Adam said with a slight chuckle. They made small talk for the rest of the meal. Ginny mentioned to Adam that Hermione was Muggle-born like he was and Adam seemed interested in how she had found out about being a witch. Ginny actually liked Hermione despite the fact she was friends with her prat of a brother. "What have you guys got next?" Hermione asked, as she was finishing her lunch. "Herbology," Adam answered, stealing a quick glance at the timetable in his pocket. "I have Defence next, I can't wait, I'm sure Professor Lockhart will be brilliant," Hermione replied with a slightly dreamy look on her face. "See, what did I tell you about Lockhart and girls?" Ginny whispered as she nudged Adam. "What?" Hermione asked. "Oh nothing, we just had him, he wasn't that good," Ginny replied, thankful that Hermione hadn't actually heard what she said to Adam. "Is he new this year then, if you haven't had him before?" Adam asked. "Oh, yes. Last year we had Professor Quirrell. No one knows what happened, but something happened and he was sacked. All classes were cancelled for a whole day because of it," Hermione answered. "I'm sure Professor Lockhart will be much better though." The bell rang and Hermione stood up. "I need to catch up to Ron. I'll see you guys later. Bye, Ginny, bye, Adam," Hermione said as she grabbed her bag and dashed out of the Great Hall. Classes that afternoon passed quickly for Ginny. Her Herbology class consisted mainly of exploring the greenhouses while the teacher, Professor Sprout, rattled off names of some of the plants and the tools they would be using throughout the year. In the evening, Ginny decided to sit in the common room to work on her Transfiguration essay before she went to bed and wrote in her diary. Ginny loved the Gryffindor common room. It was a large circular room, with a warm fire and comfortable chairs scattered around the room in small groups. Each group of chairs had a small table for the Gryffindors to work on. The room was entirely decorated in red and gold, the wallpaper, the carpet and all the furnishings. "Oh, hi, Ginny," said Adam. He was standing next to the sofa where she was working. "Working on the homework?" he asked. "Yes. Come on, let's do some of it together, if we can," said Ginny smiling. They worked together on the essays for a couple of hours. "I've had enough of this," said Adam, slamming his book closed in frustration. "I'm nearly done. I'll finish it tomorrow." As he began to pack up, Ginny remembered that she had promised to show him how to send post. "Don't pack up your stuff. Write a quick letter home and I'll show you how to post it," she offered. Adam looked straight down at the floor and went red. "I-I-I can't send any post," he said in a quiet voice, not making eye contact with her. "Why? Is this what Professor McGonagall was on about earlier?" Ginny questioned. "Yeah." "Adam, what's going on?" Ginny was starting to get a little annoyed now; she didn't like people hiding things from her. Adam was still staring stubbornly at his feet; he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. "Adam..." Ginny said gently and put her hand on his shoulder. She drew her arm back sharply when Adam flinched away at her touch. "I don't have anyone to write to, Ginny," Adam sighed and turned to face her. He had a very strange expression on his face, almost a mixture of sadness and fear. "Surely you must have someone, Adam?" Ginny asked. She couldn't believe that Adam's family wouldn't want to write to him. "I'm an orphan, I don't have any family; before term started, Professor McGonagall found me and brought me to Hogwarts. I think she wants to check that I'm doing okay," Adam replied with a sad sigh and his shoulders slumped. Ginny gasped. She felt a turmoil of emotion; she was feeling sad for Adam that he had no family, she couldn't believe how someone could be alone, she had so many family members. She was also feeling incredibly guilty for pressing Adam to tell her this. "I'll understand," Adam said quietly, startling Ginny out of her thoughts. "What?" "I'll understand if you don't want to be friends anymore," Adam said with a sad look on his face. "No!" Ginny nearly shouted. Did he really think she would stop being his friend just because he didn't have any family? "I'm still your friend; nothing you have said will change that!" Adam turned to stare at her; she could see tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "T-T-thank you, Ginny," Adam said shakily, as he rubbed his eyes, trying to clear them. Ginny threw her arms around Adam and gave him what her mother called a patented Weasley hug. She felt Adam's back stiffen and his arms ended up in an awkward position as if he didn't know what to do with them. "Sorry, not to used to those," said Adam with a lopsided grin. Ginny blushed red when she realised she had just hugged a boy that wasn't one of her brothers. She glanced around the room, glad that none of her brothers seemed to have seen the hug. They would probably have been right over to hassle her about it. "Adam, what did you mean when you said Professor McGonagall found you? Where were you staying?" Ginny asked feeling guilty for pushing Adam for more answers but her curiosity was piqued. Adam was silent. "I'm just interested in your life, Adam. Whatever you say, I'll still be your friend," Ginny continued gently. "I was living on the streets. They put me in a home, but it wasn't nice there so I ran away," Adam replied. "What do you mean a home?" Ginny asked, guessing that Adam probably didn't want sympathy. "It's where children go that don't have any families. Don't you have anything like that in the Wizarding world?" Adam asked. "I don't think so. I've never heard of any," Ginny replied. Ginny and Adam talked for a long time. Adam shared some stories of his past and Ginny told Adam about her childhood and her older brothers who weren't at Hogwarts. By the time they were finished the two of them were the only ones left in the common room. It was very late. Ginny panicked. She hadn't written in her diary yet and she needed to do that before she went to sleep. "It's late, Adam, and I'm off to bed now. I'm glad you felt you could tell me about your past," Ginny said as she rapidly cleaned up her essay, quill and ink. "Thank you for listening, Ginny. It felt good to talk," Adam replied and he yawned loudly. Ginny picked up her bag, and headed up the girls' stairs; she had a lot to tell Tom about today.
Adam stood nervously outside Professor McGonagall's office. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited. "Come in," called Professor McGonagall from inside the room. Adam walked in and took a look around Professor McGonagall's office; it was a small room, with a fire that crackled warmly, a desk which Professor McGonagall currently sat behind and several comfortable looking chairs that were set near the fireplace. It reminded Adam of a smaller version of the Gryffindor common room. "Adam, come, take a seat," Professor McGonagall gestured towards the chairs that surrounded the fireplace. "How are you finding Hogwarts so far, Adam?" Professor McGonagall asked once she had settled in one of the chairs. "I love it!" "Are you enjoying all your lessons?" "Yes, History of Magic is a bit boring, but all the others are good, except Defence Against the Dark Arts. All Professor Lockhart talks about is himself," Adam replied with a frown. "Good, I'm glad to hear it. Have you made any friends?" Professor McGonagall seemed to ignore his comment about Professor Lockhart. "Ginny and Colin, I suppose. He is in my room." "And have you told them anything about your past?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Well, Ginny got very curious, and after you asked to see me in front of her, she asked questions. So I told her. I don't know Colin that well yet though," Adam replied. He tried to make it appear as it was not a big deal telling Ginny, when in truth it had been very hard. He had been terrified that when she learnt he had no family and had to steal food for to survive she wouldn't want to be friends with him anymore. He was incredibly relieved when she had said she would still be his friend. She had then hugged him; he hadn't been hugged in…well, he couldn't remember the last time he was hugged. "I hope you can forgive me for giving you a push in the right direction," said Professor McGonagall. "It is never good to keep secrets from your friends." Adam grunted. He was grateful to Professor McGonagall. If she hadn't made Ginny question him, he would probably not have told her. It was a massive relief not to have to hide his past from Ginny anymore, because as they began spending more time together, he would have slipped up eventually. "Adam, the main reason I asked you to come here today was to check that you are doing alright. I also want you to know that if you have any problems you can come and see me. If something is bothering you make sure you come and talk to me. Do you have any problems to tell me about?" "Professor, why didn't you tell me about the houses? After we spent all the time together before term started, wouldn't you have wanted me in your house?" Adam asked. "That is the reason I didn't tell you, Adam. If Gryffindor wasn't the right house for you and you somehow managed to get the Hat to put you in it to please me, you would not have been happy," replied Professor McGonagall. This worried Adam. He had asked the Hat to put him in Gryffindor, not to be with Professor McGonagall but because he wanted to be in the same house as Ginny. What if he was in the wrong house? He was unsure if he should tell the professor this; they might move him and he was happy in Gryffindor, his friends were there, Ginny was there. "Professor, has a student ever been moved between houses?" Adam asked, deciding that if he could be moved he wouldn't tell her about what the Hat had said. "No, that cannot happen. The Hat has never made a mistake," said Professor McGonagall. When she said this, Adam decided he would trust her. "Professor, when I put the Hat on it said I would be suited to Slytherin or Gryffindor. It was going to put me in Slytherin, but I told it I wanted to be in the same house as Ginny, so it put me in Gryffindor. What does that mean?" Adam asked in a quiet voice. Adam was surprised when he saw that Professor McGonagall had a shocked expression on her face. Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment before saying. "Adam, if the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor, you belong here and from what I know of you, I believe you belong here as well." Adam heaved a sigh of relief as Professor McGonagall continued. "However, I would suggest we keep this between us. I would not tell any students or any other staff members that you were nearly in Slytherin." "Why is that, Professor?" Adam questioned, intrigued as to why he needed to keep quiet. "Please, just do as I say, Adam. Slytherins have a reputation and I don't want you mixed up in that. Please do not tell anyone," Professor McGonagall replied, starting straight into Adams eyes. Adam felt uncomfortable now, but Professor McGonagall had always treated him well, so he would do what she said and keep it a secret. Their brief meeting finished shortly afterwards and Adam decided to make his way back up to the common room. He considered mentioning the Slytherin thing to Ginny, he trusted her to keep his secret and maybe she would know why it had to be kept a secret. Adam was walking down the corridor away from Professor McGonagall's office, back towards the stairs to climb to Gryffindor tower, when he heard it. "Come… come to me...let me rip you...let me tear you... let me kill you..." A strange voice seemed to emanate from the walls of the corridor. It seemed to almost float around Adam before vanishing with a quiet hiss. Adam spun around and looked furiously left and right, searching for the source of the voice. There was no one in the corridor. His heart pounding, he ran back towards the stairway and climbed rapidly up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower. It was only once he was safely back in the Gryffindor common room that he allow himself to relax. He collapsed into one of the chairs by the fire, allowing his heart to slow and his mind to catch up. Adam relaxed a bit. This might be completely normal for Hogwarts, he thought. He had to ask Ginny. She would know what that voice was. He glanced around the common room; Ginny wasn't there. "Hermione, have you seen Ginny?" asked Adam as he approaching the table where Hermione appeared to by copying notes from a textbook. "She left a couple of hours ago. I've not seen her since," Hermione answered. Adam thanked Hermione and left the common room to search for Ginny. The voice had scared him, badly. Adam spent about an hour wandering the halls of Hogwarts searching for his friend. She still hadn't appeared at lunch time. After lunch a defeated Adam returned to the common room to wait for Ginny. When Ginny appeared several hours later, stepping through the portrait into the common room, Adam jumped up and ran to her. "Ginny! Where have you been?" he demanded. "Adam? I've just been for a walk around," she replied, her voice slightly slurred. She looked exhausted. "Ginny, you've been gone all day!" Adam exclaimed. "What? No, I can't have been," Ginny swayed on her feet. "I don't feel too good." Adam thought Ginny looked ill. His worries about the voice had been pushed from his mind by his concern for her. Adam began guiding her towards the girls' stairs; he was about to take her up to her room when he remembered he couldn't go up there without setting off an alarm. "Hermione!" Adam called across the common room. When Hermione looked around he pointed to Ginny and said, "She doesn't feel very well, could you take her up to bed?" Hermione left her books and helped support Ginny as she went up the stairs. Once they were out of sight Adam sank down on a seat by the fire. He would talk to Ginny about the voice he had heard when she was better. Maybe it was just one of those unusual things that happened in this castle.
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