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Originally Posted by HPobsession33  LMAO at Ron...he can be an idiot sometimes cant he??
But no more cliffies! I need to know what happens!!!
PAMS!
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Becca |
Haha, yes he can
Umm, I can't promise on no more cliffies...sorry bout that...
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Originally Posted by Little Trooper That is werid that you can't find the other story. hmmm anyways
Evil cliffy. You so half to post more. Love this story. Oh whats going to happen. So in suspense. |
Haha, thanks Amy
I hate to leave you in suspense for too long, so...
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Originally Posted by Harry Potter Freak 1 I'm a new reader who is loving your story loads!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cant wait till the next post. I will wait here eating potato chips. Here have one with me. Well i hope no one dies. Please tell me no one dies!!!! |
*eats a potato chip* Thanks! And thanks for the comments about my story too
Umm, *zips lips*
Here's chapter 23! It's kinda like "whoa!" but I hope it's okay....
Chapter 23.
My eyes widened in horror as Harry stepped fully into the room, followed by Ron, then Hermione. Voldemort’s however, widened in…sickening, ugly joy.
“Why thank you for the visit, Potter.” He sneered. I caught Harry’s eye and smiled slightly. Even though it was a horrible time, I felt happy to see him. Looking at him after months of not, it felt like eating chocolate for the first time. Or like winning the Quidditch house cup…only much, much better than that.
“Ginny!” he exclaimed, running forward to hug me. I hugged him back as he planted a kiss in my hair.
“Well, well, well. That was a cozy little reunion, wasn’t it?” Voldemort jeered. Harry turned his head, his arms still around me.
“Well, we’ll just be going…” I muttered, trying to back away to where Hermione and my brother were standing frozen.
“Oh, no, Little Miss Weasley, you won’t.” The threat came from Lucius Malfoy. Harry glared at him, most likely for calling me ‘Little Miss Weasley’.
“Yes, we are!” he yelled. Lucius and a masked Death Eater raised their wands. I winced, but Harry reached for one of Hermione’s hand (the other one was gripping Ron’s) and turned.
I knew we were Disapperating. I felt the suffocating blackness pressing on me. Then, as soon as it was there, it was gone.
As my feet touched ground I fell over, landing on my backside. Harry released my hand as I fell, and I couldn’t help but laugh at my own un-gracefulness.
“Where are we?” Ron asked, looking around. I followed suit and realized we weren’t in Hogsmeade, where I thought we’d be. Instead we were on another deserted town street.
“Umm, First Street, London.” Harry murmured. Recognition clicked in Hermione and Ron’s expressions.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t caring about where we were; I was caring about what was going on with Voldemort. I knew it wasn’t over yet. There was no way that we were safe. None at all.
“Harry?” I asked, getting up, “why didn’t you take us to Hogsmeade? That would’ve been easier, right?” Harry shook his head.
“Gin, I…” he shook it again, this time to himself. “We have to go. now.” As he said this he turned to Hermione and Ron.
“Is it…?” Hermione asked, cutting off her sentence. I didn’t understand, but Harry did.
“Yeah, somewhere around here…” he murmured. I bit my lip. He didn’t seem like he was happy about finding whatever it was he was looking for.
“But Ginny-?” started Ron.
“I know; that’s what I’m thinking about!”
“We can’t,”
“Of course not, Ronald!” Hermione exclaimed. I looked at her, surprised, and then raised my voice so it could be heard.
“You know, I could probably help find it, whatever it is…”
“Gin, you couldn’t I’m sorry.” Harry told me quietly. I should’ve let this blow over, but instead, being me, I let it get me annoyed.
“I am every bit as good at magic as you three!” I challenged, not sure why I was yelling at Harry instead of telling him over and over that I loved him.
“Ginny, that’s not what he meant,” Hermione reasoned. I ignored her and kept my eyes locked with Harry’s.
“I was in Dumbledore’s Army with you! I was at the Ministry with you! I fought with you at Hogwarts last year!”
Harry shook his head with no sign of a rising temper. “Gin, I’m sorry. You can’t. It has nothing to do with skill. If it did, you’d be the first person we’d talk to,” he said it just to get me to stop talking, I could tell.
“Gin, please, stay here, we’ll be back.” Harry’s pleading voice was genuine. I finally figured out that he was talking the truth.
“Dumbledore, right?” I asked simply. Hermione looked relieved, Ron looked a bit frightened, but Harry looked like he would rather be doing anything but this.
“Yeah, Dumbledore. I promise, Gin, if it wasn’t, I’d let you help. But it has to be us three. I’m sorry.” He looked it too.
“Alright,” I sighed, “but where am I suppose to go? I’m not going back to Hogwarts without you. I’ve already missed two months, another day won’t make a difference,” Ron grimaced, and Hermione shook her head slowly.
“Ginny, it’s been four. Today is April eighteenth.” Hermione whispered. I had no idea how on Earth I’d gotten that far off on my counting.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. What is she going to do while we go get it?” Harry asked. I could hear the strain in his voice, he obviously wasn’t happy with leaving me here alone in this strange place.
“Umm, perhaps that alley way there?” I asked, pointing a ways down the empty street. Harry grimaced.
“I don’t know, Gin…” he started. Ron cut in.
“She’ll only be there for a few minutes. That’ll do.” Harry shook his head again, but sighed in defeat.
“Alright. There. But I want every protection possible around you, and I don’t want you to be wandering off, and-”
“Harry? I’m sixteen,” I whispered, “I really can take care of myself,” he looked at me curiously, but nodded.
“Alright, alright, whatever gets us done faster. Come on Ron, Hermione.” He looked at me once more, and gave me a hug.
“We’ll be right back,” he promised as they took off down the street at a run.
More ASAP!
Thanks you all for reading!
~Sydnie
glad you're here!
I just hope you guys do too!
just thought I'd let you guys know....
that its comimg to an end i've really njoyed this story.
