Chapter 6 : The Love That Burns
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Harry had still been having nightmares, except new images filled his head instead of the regular reoccurrence of Cedric’s death. Now he was seeing tiny Peter Pettigrew lying frozen on the ground with himself laughing evilly above him. Harry felt shame in what he had done. He had not taken any of Sirius’ old advice; he had been too rash and had not left Pettigrew for the Aurors to take care of.
A few weeks passed at Hogwarts and Harry hadn’t felt any better. Hermione and Ron kept trying to cheer him up. Harry had been feeling stress more than many of the seventh years. He had Head Boy duties, Quidditch, D.A. Meetings, and Hermione was making him study for their N.E.W.T’s already. He had received a few letters from Mr. Weasley saying that the whole Peter Pettigrew situation was not his fault and to not feel guilty. Harry could not feel any emotion but guilt; other than love. He felt emotion towards a certain red-headed sixth year.
He could never ask her out though. Ginny Weasley didn’t deserve to be with a murderer. He watched her when he could, talked to her at patrols and D.A. Meetings. He didn’t know when he had developed such feelings towards Ginny but he could deny them no longer.
“Master, we cannot attack at Hogwarts again. You saw what happened last time,” Lucius Malfoy told a man with slits for eyes and snake-like features.
“Last time was just a test,” the man sneered.
“We had to see if we could get onto the Hogwarts grounds. We took one thing Harry liked. It wasn’t enough though.” he continued.
“What do you think we should take next? A broomstick?” Malfoy asked.
“A broomstick? What are you thinking, you fool?!? We need something to get little Harry to come running to us. We need to find him and then kill him,” Voldemort said.
“Master, what are we going to do? None of us know what Potter cares about. We’ve taken his parents, his god-parent, and now we took Lupin. Dumbledore is the only person remotely close to Potter, we can’t kill him. Maybe his wand?” a woman in the corner suggested.
She was a woman with dark eyelids underneath her evil eyes.
“I am surrounded by a bunch of IDIOTS!” Voldemort screamed.
All of the Death Eaters that were in the room came upon him and kissed the man’s robes.
“No, we don’t need a something, we need a someone,” Voldemort hissed evilly
“Harry, Harry, HARRY!” Ginny shouted, her voice raising octaves as she repeated his name.
She had been trying to get Harry’s attention for five minutes. He had been staring blankly at the wall.
“Huh?” Harry asked, snapping to attention.
Ginny had her hands on her hips and looked slightly annoyed.
“Harry Potter, we are supposed to be patrolling and you’re completely out of it. What is your problem?” Ginny asked him.
“Sorry, Gin. I have a lot on my mind, you wouldn’t understand,” Harry said.
Ginny immediately thought of what she had overheard. “Oh, try me,” Ginny said simply.
“What, you don’t trust me?” she asked after silence prolonged her.
“Well, I made a mistake. And it resulted in a bad thing happening to the person I made the mistake on. I can't tell you more,” he said. He didn’t want the girl he loved to know about him killing a man.
They patrolled in silence for awhile. The clock struck midnight and Ginny finally broke the silence.
“Harry, I have something to tell you,” she said.
“Hmm?” he asked.
“Well, I sort of overheard your conversation with Ron and Hermione. I know everything,” she said.
“You-WHAT?” he yelled.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I had to give Ron back his wand and I sort of heard what you told them. Why didn’t you tell me? I am your friend too you know,” she said.
“I know. I just didn’t want to risk your friendship. I knew Ron and Hermione would understand because they were there with me through all the Pettigrew mess. You, as a member of the D.A., are trying to prevent people like me from doing these things. I didn’t want anyone to know,” he said. He looked up at her with his bright green eyes. His eyes were not the only green eyes watching.
Lily was looking at her son with pride. He had been honest with the girl he liked and had handled it well. James was sitting with Sirius and Remus who were watching another’s life. Lily never left her son’s life to watch someone else’s. She didn’t want to miss one moment of his life. If she couldn’t be there physically she would always be there spiritually.
James, Sirius and Remus ran over to Lily. Lily looked up at them and saw the panic in their eyes.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“It’s Voldemort. He’s after Harry again," James said.
“We think he’s going to kidnap someone that Harry cares about. That could be a numerous amount of people,” Remus said. Lily looked back on her son’s life. She then looked at her husband and the other two men.
“I think I know who he’s going to take,” se said, with tears in her eyes.
Harry was having another nightmare yet this one was different. He was dreaming about Peter’s death, then he saw figures emerge from the trees. He saw his parents, he saw Cedric, he saw Sirius, he saw Professor Lupin, and he saw Ginny. They all seemed to be crying and looking at him with disappointment in their eyes. He saw everyone’s disappointment but mainly he saw Ginny. She had tears in her eyes. All of a sudden he saw her scream. Her screaming didn’t end until he awoke with a jump and felt the usual cold sweat fall from his face. He felt that his dreams, along with his scar, was a way of warning him. Harry got out of bed and pulled on his glasses. He had to make sure Ginny was ok.
He stepped out of the Dorm cautiously and saw no one. He walked over to the fireplace and sat down on an armchair. He sat for a while, thinking to himself about his whole experience in the wizarding world, when he noticed a flash of red over by the windowsill. He got up and saw that a strand of red hair was placed on the sill with a note. He opened the note, knowing whose hair it belonged to and read
COME GET HER, POTTER.
He felt his scar burn and knew that Voldemort was happy. He’d have to go alone to save Ginny, but he knew there was no way he could defeat Death Eaters. He felt his scar burn more and more by the second. Lord Voldemort’s plan was going along perfectly.
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