Just after dinner, Ginny walked through the darkly lit corridors of Hogwarts, quietly passing one empty classroom after another, until she heard a sudden shrill scream. She abruptly stopped until realisation hit her. Without any hesitation, she ran towards the cry. The sound of it, it was just so loud, so full of desperation that it made her skin crawl, which was the most unpleasant feeling Ginny had ever experienced.
Finally arriving at the classroom, after unsuccessfully searching for several minutes, Ginny took in her surroundings. Until she saw it. A cloaked figure crouched over a girl, who was lying limply on the floor. Aside from the blood and unidentifiable figures, there were no other distinguishable clues to give Ginny any indication as to what may have happened. Taking a step into the shadows, allowing a gleam of light to lighten the room, she noticed it… the wand… 12¾ inches, walnut with dragon heartstring, she recalled Mr. Ollivander saying.
She was revolted. How could Ginny not have known? It was obvious. She couldn’t eradicate the image of this woman from her mind. “Bellatrix Lestrange.” Ginny finally choked the words. It was unmistakably Bellatrix. She turned to face Ginny, “Hello dear! Come to join?”
Ginny didn’t want to stand a moment longer in that room with that filthy murderer. She took her chance before Bellatrix could even contemplate harming her. Screaming a scream that dried her throat and deprived her of oxygen, Ginny ran. Leaning against the wall for support, she clutched at her chest, wrapping her head around what she had just seen.
Ginny’s fear of going back to Hogwarts was written plainly across her nightmare. Her fear hadn’t subsided since she was last there.
She hauled herself up to be in a comfortable sitting position, checking the time. 5:26 her clock read. Her whole body obscured in sweat, was frantically shaking. Her forehead was on fire and she could feel the heat spreading throughout her already stifling body. She swung her legs over her bed and began to slide in her sweat over to the door, making it quite a sight. Quickly, Ginny traipsed down the corridor and within a few more than 15 footsteps, found herself face down on the floor. “Ouch?”
“Gosh Ginny, I’m so sorry.” He grabbed her gently under the arms, but thought better of it when he felt the dampness and decided the waist was a better option. “Are you alright?” He whispered. “Sorry.” He added guiltily.
“It’s okay, I’m fine, I’m sure it’ll only be a little bump.”
“Okay.” Harry turned away, but only seconds later turned back again.
“Why are you up this early?” Ginny gave him a ‘don’t ask’ look, but he only persisted with it. Quietly walking downstairs, they sat together just outside the Burrow. With a sigh, she began to tell him everything that was happening, not taking a pause for breath. Silence hung in the air. “Ever since my first night back home, I’ve had these nightmares, sometimes different scenarios, but still at Hogwarts. I guess I always figured that I would be going back, but since it wasn’t confirmed there was still that 50% chance that I wasn’t. I’m sure it’s just nerves, you know, with going back and all.” Ginny finished.
“You could’ve told us. We would have understood.”
“Well, even though I was insistent to not go back, I always knew it was inevitable. I’m underage Harry, and I will be for another year. Nothing will change that. This was the only thing the Order had asked of me, and honestly, I’m sick of being bored and not being able to help.”
“You’re right Ginny, you’re underage, which means that we all have to consider your safety above your happiness in certain situations, the Order being one of them. We’re not trying to scare you; we’re just trying to involve you now, without breaking the Law. This way, we can rely on you to tell us whatever suspicious things you notice.”
“I’m so sorry.” Ginny cried, being unable to control the tears.
“Come here.” He comfortingly put his arms around her and began to slightly rock back and forth, soon enough quieting her. “You know, I’ve only been 17 for a few months, but I remember when I persisted with helping the Order. They always refused my offer and I was always left disappointed, but I was only disappointed because I was expecting they would agree at some stage. They never did though, not until I was 17. Now I’ve realised that maybe keeping me in the dark was one of the best things they could’ve done. I mean, You-Know-Who was yet to discover our connection, so if I knew more he could’ve used it against us, but now it helps that I’m a little more practiced in Occlemency. Ginny, by not allowing you in, they’re protecting you from more than you realise.”
“Thank you Harry, I suppose that’s kind of comforting.” Ginny hiccupped. “But, why are you up Harry?”
“I’m fine, it’s only my scar.”
“Well, are you alright?” He nodded, while Ginny motioned for him to pull his fringe away. She contemplated the reason for it to be raw red and inflamed.
“Ginny, don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”
“Okay. Well, if you need anything, just ask.”
Harry stared at her. “What?”
“What?” Harry asked, blush rising to his cheeks.
“You were staring at me.”
“Oh, right, just good memories, you know.” She grabbed his hand.
“I know Harry, I remember them too. Anyways, I better go back inside, take a shower, before anyone else sees me like this.” Harry chuckled.
“Thank you for the chat, we should do it again sometime.” Ginny turned the door handle. “Ginny?” Pivoting to face Harry, he continued. “I know it’s been sufficiently awkward between us, because, because of the break up, but it doesn’t have to be like that, right? I mean, we can still… talk?”
“Of course Harry.” With a final hug, Ginny left.
Falling out of bed, Ron tramped downstairs, finding some spare food in the kitchen. With the soft murmur of voices, he peered through the window, spotting Harry and Ginny. Turning away before he himself could be spotted, Ron continued his pre-breakfast meal.
Noticing Ron in the kitchen as Harry entered through the door, he went to sit beside him. “Whatchadoingwithmasister?” He asked, mouth full. It took a moment for Harry to realise exactly what Ron had just said. “It’s okay Ron, we were just talking.”
“I just don’t want to see her hurt again.”
“It’s okay. You know Ron, it’s so typical of you to be eating right now.”
“Well, what can I say? I’m a growing man.” They laughed.
Shutting the door, Ginny undressed and turned the tap on, stepping into steaming pellets of water. After some time, there was a sharp rap on the door. “I’m nearly finished just wait a second.” Speedily she turned the shower off, did a quick towel dry, and within minutes, she was out of the bathroom, and plonking her pajamas on her bed. The smell of hash browns and crisp bacon drew her to the kitchen. “Morning Ginny.”
“We’ve arranged for some Order members to escort you to Diagon Alley.”
“Lovely dear. Now eat a quick breakfast, they’ll be here in a few minutes.” Nodding, Ginny ate what was on her plate and as if they knew that she had finished, four Order members appeared. “Ready Ginny?” She unwrapped the towel leaving her hair hanging below her shoulders.
“I need a list.”
“We’ve got it all sorted Ginny, the only thing you have to do is use Floo Network to get to Diagon Alley and then purchase all your books and sorts. Now step into the fireplace and say ‘Diagon Alley’ loudly and clearly.”
“Yeah, I know, I’ve done it before.” She stepped into the fireplace, taking a handful of the grey powder. “DIAGON ALLEY!” She shouted, as she was engulfed in the green flames.