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This is my version of the 7th HP book...I'm so bored of waiting for the 7th to come out so I decided to make my own version. Please post your comments and ideas. Hope you like it.
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Just that morning Bill and Fleur had gotten married. Ginny sat alone at her table, watching friends and family out on the dance floor. Hermione walk up to her and sat down.

"Hey Ginny... you okay?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Never been better," Ginny replied smiling a bit.
"Look Ginny, I know your still upset about what happened with you and Harry last month but it's your brother's wedding. Try to have a little fun atleast." said Hermione.
"Hey Ginny. Hey Hermoine." said Harry as him and Ron came to sit with them. "Ginny can i talk to you for a second?"
"Sure" Ginny said as she stood up. Her and Harry walked into the house. It was packed with people, so they went upstairs. "What did you wanna talk about?" asked Ginny.
"It's just...I'm...Ginny I don't know," Harry stumbled, "You know I still love you and I only did it for your safety...but you've been ignoring me...and well I guess I deserve it..."
"No, Harry you're right. I shouldn't have been ignoring you, I'm sorry. It's just...Harry I don't care! I've been in danger before, and I'm older now!"
"Ginny you just don't get it. I-"
"Giiiiiinnyyyyyy! Haaaaarryyyyy! Come downstairs!" called Mrs. Weasley. "We're about to cut the cake!"
"Coming!" Ginny called back.
Both of them walked downstairs, neither of them saying anything.

A little while later, everyone was outside again.
"Hey," said Ginny to him.
"Hey, Ginny," Harry said. He looked around. "Any idea where Ron and Hermione are?"
"You haven't noticed them? They're over there." Ginny pointed to a spot by the house. Sure enough, there were Ron and Hermione, and they were standing very close. Then Ron said something to Hermione, and she nodded. She took his hand and they walked onto the dance floor and began to dance.
"I always knew they would end up together some day...once they stopped arguing." Ginny said, smiling.
"Yeah. Ginny?" Harry said. He turned to her, looking into her eyes.
"What?" she asked.
"Wanna dance?"
Ginny smiled at him and took his hand. They began dancing. Harry held her close to him, Ginny practically melted into his arms.


"Ginny! Ginny wake up!" someone was yelling at her. Ginny stirred in her sleep. "GINNY!" the voice called again, but this time someone shook her--hard.
"I'm up I'm up..." Ginny said lifting her head. She stared at Harry who was standing there in baggy sweatpants and an old tshirt. He looked tiard, sad, and worried...all at the same time. "What's wrong?" she asked him.
"Ginny, it's your uncle. Ginny, I'm so sorry..." said Harry as he looked at the floor.
"What happened to Uncle Hubert?" Ginny yelled getting out of bed.
"Well, he...he worked for the order, right...and um...well...he was found dead just a little while ago. Killed by a death eater they say..." Ginny just stared at him in shock. Then she raced down the stairs. Everyone was in the kitchen. They were all crying.
"Is...is it...is it true?" Ginny asked quietly. Ron nodded at her. Ginny's eyes filled with tears and Fred and George came over to comfort her. Harry just stood at the bottom of the stairs. Even Hermione was crying. He felt so out of place. He couldn't even bring himself to comfort Ginny...he just turned and walked back upstairs.

A million things raced through Harry's head. He was sitting at the window in his and Ron's room thinking. Thinking about what had just happened, what would happen, Ginny, hogwarts, Dumbledor, everything that came to his mind. Suddenly there was a knock at his door, and Hermione came in. Her face was stained with tears.
"Hey."
"Hey." said Hermione quietly. She came over and sat beside Harry. "Harry, I...I'm not so sure about going to find the horcruxes anymore...I mean, after what just happened...and what happened last night with Ron and everything..."
"What happened with you and Ron?" Harry asked turning to look at her.
"Um well..." she muttered, "well, hekissedmeandnowithinkwe'regoingout" she said all in one breath.
"Wow...That's great! Did you tell Ginny?"
"Not yet...but I will...as soon as she's okay again. She's still upset." said Hermione.
"I would've thought you'd tell her first since she's your best friend."
"Well i guess there really wasn't any time...anyways, about going to find the horcruxes...I think maybe we should wait untill we finish hogwarts to go..." Hermione said as she looked at her fingers.
"What? Why?" asked Harry.
"Well it's just that there's so much left for us to learn...we'd know more spells, we'd be smarter, more mature..." Hermione stumbled.
*Of course...such a Hermione thing o be worried about.* Harry thought. "Hermione look, it's now or never. If I don't find the last horcruxes...and Voldemort tries to kill me then there'll be no hope."
"Well I guess you're right...it's just..."
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Ron as he walked into the room.
"Just about the horcruxes. I think we should leave around the time school starts. That way..." Harry said just as Hermione cut him off.
"It'll just be the three of us right? Ginny won't be coming..."


Ginny stepped out of the bathroom. She had just taken a shower. Just as she passed Ron and Harry's room, she heard voices. She stepped back and put her ear against the door.
"Ginny won't be coming..." it was Hermione.
"Definitly not. Mum would have a fit...by the way you guys still have to help me tell her..." that was Ron.
Now Harry spoke, "I really don't think we should tell her. She'll want to come...and I can't stand for her to be in danger...Dumbledor wont be there to keep Voldemort away...and we couldn't do much..."
"Ginny'll be so upset when she finds out...I mean, we'll have to tell her eventually..." said Hermione.
This was just too much for Ginny. She could feel the tears starting to fall down her cheaks. She backed away from the door and walked silently into her bedroom.

please post your comments and ideas!!!

oh yeah and if you can tell me how to get sigs or whatever the pictures under your post and under your name are called please tell me. much appreciated!

one more thing...if you like it please tell me and i will add more to the story. Thanks!

j/w did you get the uncle dying thing from another story its ok if you did. And Dumbledore has an e at the end. Dont forget to spell check read it thouroly before submitting it. But anyway its really good. Im writing a story like this it called harry/ginny hermione/ron. fill free to check it out unless you already have. You are a great writer.

the pictures under your name are called avatars

no actually i made up the uncle dying thing...why is there another story with it? yeah i read your story and it's really good. thanks for posting!

Yea actually there was. On Mugglenet. I was reading the fanfiction on there and The weasleys uncle died. Freaky how that worked.

yeah...so you think i should post more?

yea definately

OK well, even though i haven't gotten anymore posts I'll write more of the story. please give me ideas and comments on my story. much appreciated!
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3 days later was the funeral for the the Weasley's uncle. the funeral was held at the National Wizard's Cemetery (wizards and witches called it the NWC when speaking in front of muggles) which was just out of Diagon Alley in a place called Bringham. The reception house (or whatever you want to call it) was all old fashion. Everyone was seated in wooden benches in a small room. The black coffin was carried in and placed on a table at the front. Harry was sitting in between Fred and Ginny. Everyone around him was crying, but he could not make himself feel sad at all.
Later on, everyone went outside to watch as the coffin was buried in the ground. The coffin was lowered into the ground, then covered up with dirt. The tombstone on the grave read:
Hubert Weasley
1954-2006
beloved son, husband,
brother, uncle, friend, and coworker.

After the coffin was buried, people started to walk away slowly. Some said their condolences, some just turned to leave. Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and noticed Lupin staring at him.
"Harry, may I talk with you for a moment please?" Lupin asked quietly.
"Yeah, sure" Harry said as hey walked away.
"Harry, I can tell you're up to something..."
"What do you mean Professor?" Even though Lupin was not teaching Harry anymore, Harry sometimes still referred to him as Professor.
"I mean, before Dumbledore died, he informed me of the horcruxes. I'm warning you Harry, Voldemort is stronger than ever. Do NOT go looking for those horcruxes...or Voldemort for that matter. You must listen to me Harry you're not strong enough yet...with a little more training-"
Harry cut him off. "When did you...how did you...How do you know I'm not a great enough wizard?" Harry said offensively.
Lupin continued: "I knew that Dumbledore would've told you sooner or later, and I knew that you would go looking for them. But Harry...all we want for you is to be safe. When the time is right, you will fight Voldemort. But now is not the time..."


Over the next couple of weeks, Harry talked less and less with Hermione and Ron. Sometimes he would walk into his room and get the feeling that they had been talking about him. All he could think of was the horcruxes and what Lupin had said about them. Finally, three nights before they were to leave for Hogwarts, or wherever they were going, he walked into the room that him and Ron shared and found Hermione and Ron sitting on the bed talking--but it was more like whispering. They both looked up as he walked in.
"Harry about the horcruxes..." Hermione started, but Harry cut her off.
"I'm going back to school." he said. Ron's head jerked up, and he stared at Harry in disbelief.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I've decided that we don't know enough yet. Like, yeah sure I've battled Voldemort before but this is going to be different. I've decided that we should go back to Hogwarts for the first half of the year, and then leave to look for the horcruxes." said Harry.
"Well that's a good idea Harry, because Ron and I were just going to tell you that we dont think we're ready." said Hermione quietly.
"And it'll give me more time to make up some plan on how to tell mum." said Ron, and Harry and Hermione laughed.

Ginny packed the last few things into her trunk. She had so many things packed, she had to sit on her trunk to close it properly.
"Stupid trunk...why couldn't they get me another one..." Ginny muttered to herself.
"I didn't know you talked to yourself...or do you have an imaginary friend?" asked Harry as he walked into her room.
"No...I was just talking to the trunk." Ginny said as she did up the final latch on her trunk.
"Ahh, I see." said Harry. "Anyways, your mom just wanted me to come up here to tell you that we're leaving now so hurry up."
"I'm done I'm done. Now bring my trunk downstairs please...you can use your magic..." Ginny said as she stood up.
Harry had totally forgotten he could do magic...he had packed his trunk without using it. He pulled out his wand and said, "Wingardium...Leviosa!" The trunk lifter off the ground. Harry used his wand to command it down the stairs and out the front door as he and Ginny followed.

"Hurry up Ron! stop laging behind!" yelled Mrs. Weasley from the platform. Everyone else had already gone through. Ron ran past her and through the barrier and Mrs. Weasley followed. The train blew it's whistle. Ron jumped onto the train just as it started moving. Harry and Hermione were waiting for him just around the corner. Ginny had gone off to find her friends. Ron turned and started walking toward Harry and Hermione just as he heard Mrs. Weasley call out the usual thing before they left for another year: be careful, respectful, on your best behavior, write every day, and don't get into trouble. She said it every year and Ron knew it off by heart. He walked down the aisle and met up with Harry and Hermione.
"Fancy trying to find Neville and Luna?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, we're so late this year everywhere else'll be full." said Harry turning to go find the compartment that Neville and Luna had gotten them.
After a while, they heard a yell from behind them.
"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" the voice said.
Their heads whipped around to see Luna and Neville running toward them with their trunks trailing behind them.
"What are you guys doing? I thought you were gonna get a compartment!" said Harry.
"Well we came a little late. But I'm sure that there's still one left," said Luna looking around. "Here, what about this one?" she walked to the very end of the aisle and pulled open the door to the compartment. She walked inside and everyone followed her. When they got to the door, they noticed that there was a young looking girl sitting on one of the benches, reading a book. "Hello!" said Luna, cheerfully. "can we sit here?"
"Of course!" said the girl looking up from her book. She smiled at them as they put their trunks on the shelves and got settled in. Then she turned back to her book, becoming completely absorbed in it.
Harry watched her, curiously. She was very pretty, but she couldn't be in seventh year...Harry had never seen her around before. Not looking up from her book she said, "Yes, Harry, I'm not in seventh year. I'm your new defence against the dark arts teacher."
Everyone stopped talking and looked from her to Harry and back again.
How did she know what I was thinking? Thought Harry.
"It's a power I have." their new DADA teacher said. "Just like you have the power of parslemouth, I have the power of telepathy. So I can read anyones mind whenever I want to." She was still absorbed in her book, not even looking at them to make the last comment.
"I didn't know there was such thing," said Hermione bending down to look at the tittle of the book. She let out a small and quiet ghasp that only she could hear.
"Yes, Miss Granger, I, like you and your friends, are very...how should I say it...interested with the Dark Lord." the new DADA teacher said. "I went to school with him...and I was in his house."
"You...You were in slytherin?" asked Luna, speaking for the first time.
"As a matter of fact I was. And since Professor Snape won't be back this year..." she paused, looking up form her book and staring right at Harry, "I am also the new Head of House."
"For SLYTHERIN?!" shouted Harry. Slytherin was always the worst house to Harry. To think someone this pretty and this nice could be Head of House for Slytherin was...well, shocking to Harry.
"Yes Mr. Potter. Slytherin. And the house really isn't all that bad, if you give it a chance."
Did she just-- thought Harry before the DADA teacher cut him off.
"Yes, I just read your mind...again. You know Harry, you ought to keep your thoughts to yourself...especially when some can read your mind."
"Um...anyways," said Hermione, trying to change the subject. "What did you say your name was? I mean, what are we supposed to call you?"
"Professor Greenfeld." she said standing up and getting another book from her trunk. "and you will not know my first name."
Woah...strict, thought Harry, but he quickly regreted it as Professor Greenfeld's head whipped around and she stared at him with cold eyes.

MORE PLEASE!!! you are doing a great job!! I really really like it, pleaase continue!!

thanks! i will! oh and check out my other story too, book 7--seen by ron and hermione. Thanks again!

The only new teacher they had this year was Professor Greenfeld. All of the other teachers had stayed. After the feast, Harry walked up to the Griffindor common room alone. He sat down on a couch waiting for Ron and Hermione. He was thinking about the new DADA teacher. 'Obviously, she hates he already,' he thought.
"Who hates you already?" asked Ginny coming over and sitting beside him.
"Did I just say that outloud?" He ased her quietly.
"Yeah...unless I can read your mind or something." Ginny said laughing.
"So, who hates you?"
"The new DADA teacher. She can read minds, and by accident, I called her strict inside my head, and I think she hates me now."
Ginny laughed. "Harry, I doubt she hates you...you'd have to do more than that to get into her bad books. She seems really nice."
"Yeah, well that's for you to say." he said. Ron and Hermione walked through the portrait hole.
"See you around, Harry!" said Ginny as she went to talk to her friends.
'god she's pretty,' thought Harry as he watched her walk away.

i have writer's block! if you have any ideas for my story, please post them so that i don't make my story sound like shit. lol.

ROMANCE!!! always helps....

and now that you mention it I think I will check out your other story, you seem (well, are) an awesome writer!!!

thank you! lol. Yeah, i think my story needs a little romance in it...I just have to think of what to write. But i'll post something soon...

oh, and your other story... RULES!!!

thanks! okay well, I hate major writers block so if anyone has ideas for my story please post because i have nothing! confused

have*** not hate. lol.

I would have to say the same advice I always say for these stories... Romance

always works....

okay...Im gonna add romance...but like, what should happen?

well uhm... well, they have to be alone, duh!! A nd they could start talking and then "something" happens or it could be like in the sixth book, that it just happens out of the blue...

okay...I'll start the next part now.

Okay so here is the next part of the story. If you have any ideas for me, please post them.

Ginny stayed up late that night, finishing her homework. She had to write an essay on the phoenix for Care of Magical Creatures. She wrote some, then crumpled up the piece of parchment and threw it in the fire. She started again. ‘Shit!’ she thought. She crumpled up the piece of parchment and threw it in the fire. She sighed and leaned back on the couch. She didn’t feel like writing her essay anymore. She couldn’t care less if she got a detention with Hagrid. All Ginny could think of was Harry. ‘Why is he so full of himself?’ she thought. ‘I mean, all he cares about is saving the Wizarding World. He doesn’t really love me. I bet he only went out with me for pity.’ She thought angrily. She could feel herself starting cry. ‘No, Ginny. Don’t cry now. Just…just stop thinking about him. Do your essay,' she told herself. She pulled out another piece of parchment and started to write:

The phoenix is a gentle creature. It’s tears heal cuts…

She stopped writing. She thought she heard a door open. She looked up at the girl’s dorm, then the boy’s. Everything was still. ‘Maybe it’s just my imagination,’ she thought. She was just about turn back to her essay when she heard footsteps. She whipped her head around, but no one was there. Her heart beat faster and faster with each passing minute. Finally she convinced herself that her mind was just playing tricks on her.
“Hey,” said a voice behind her.
“AH!” Ginny screamed. She whipped her head around again. “Oh my god Harry! You scared me!”
“Sorry,” said Harry, blushing a little. “So, what are you doing?”
“Trying to write this stupid essay.” She said turning back to her essay. “It’s on the phoenix.”
“Need some help?” Harry asked her, coming to sit beside her.
“Desperately,” she said.
“Okay well, let’s see…their tears heal cuts,”
“I already have that,” said Ginny.
“O-oh.” Said Harry.
Ginny started to write something else on the piece of parchment. Harry just stared at her. “Okay, how about this? ‘The Phoenix is a gentle, bird-like magical creature. Its tears have healing powers in them, so that they can heal cuts. The Phoenix bursts into flames when it is ready to die, and re-appears from the ashes as a new bird -what?” she asked when she noticed Harry staring at her.
“Ginny, I think I love you.” Said Harry, quietly.
Ginny didn’t know what to say to that. She just stared at him in shock. ‘Is he telling the truth?’ she thought.

oh my god!!! Its so beautiful!!!

lol. thank you, thank you! *bows*




I'll post more tomorrow

kk

awesome, very creative.....

thankyou! still writing the next post...

“No, you don’t, Harry,” said Ginny shaking her head.
“Yes, I do.” Said Harry taking Ginny’s hands.
Ginny just stared at him. How could he love her, after everything he put her through? But, nobody knew. Nobody knew what had happened between Ginny and Dean earlier that night.
“Ginny, please,” he begged her, “please, just give me another chance. I’m sorry. I was wrong before. Ginny, I need you.”
Ginny couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She jus stared at him in shock. For the longest time since they’d broken up, she’d wanted to hear him say those exact words. But now, everything was different. “Harry,” she said softly, “I’m really sorry. But, I’m going out with Dean again.”
“What? Since when?” said Harry in shock.
“Since this afternoon during study hall,” said Ginny. She looked at her hands that Harry was still holding.
“No, no you can’t go out with him!”
“Okay, now your just starting to sound like my brothers. And believe me, I have enough of them, I don’t need you to act like them too.” Said Ginny pulling her hands out of Harry’s grip and standing up.
“Ginny, common! You can’t be with him again!” said Harry, this time raising his voice. He stood up too, and faced Ginny.
“Yes I can! You can’t tell me what to do, Harry! You’re not my mother!” Ginny turned on her foot and ran up the stairs, looking back only once to see Harry’s reaction. His face had a look of sadness on it. But he was also confused. Ginny ran into her dorm room and lay down on her bed. She started to cry, and wished Hermione was there to comfort and reassure her. Because the truth was, she still loved Harry. But if Harry wasn’t going to go out with her, she might as well choose someone else. ‘He can’t expect me to always be there, as a last resort, and spend my whole life waiting for him!’ Ginny thought angrily. She cried herself to sleep that night.


Harry stood there for a minute, shocked. Had Ginny just turned him down? Had Ginny just turned him down for Dean Thomas? But, she was right. He couldn’t just make her wait for him. He couldn’t make her go through it. He sat down and put his head in his hands and sighed. He stayed there all night. He couldn’t sleep.
In the morning when Ron and Hermione found him sitting there, they knew something was wrong. But they didn’t mention anything, knowing Harry well enough that he wouldn’t want to talk about it. So they acted like nothing had happened at all. They went down for breakfast, talking about things that might cheer Harry up, like his quidditch tryouts the next day.


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kind of a short post, but there's more coming. hope you liked it!

it was really good , but sad...

pretty good

i like it but you might want to put in (if you didnt i cant remember) a transition of how they got from summer to school just to make it flow a little better

I did. I'll quote it here incase you skipped it or didn't read it.



Originally posted by ewalklover
"Hurry up Ron! stop laging behind!" yelled Mrs. Weasley from the platform. Everyone else had already gone through. Ron ran past her and through the barrier and Mrs. Weasley followed. The train blew it's whistle. Ron jumped onto the train just as it started moving. Harry and Hermione were waiting for him just around the corner. Ginny had gone off to find her friends. Ron turned and started walking toward Harry and Hermione just as he heard Mrs. Weasley call out the usual thing before they left for another year: be careful, respectful, on your best behavior, write every day, and don't get into trouble. She said it every year and Ron knew it off by heart. He walked down the aisle and met up with Harry and Hermione.
"Fancy trying to find Neville and Luna?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, we're so late this year everywhere else'll be full." said Harry turning to go find the compartment that Neville and Luna had gotten them.
After a while, they heard a yell from behind them.
"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" the voice said.
Their heads whipped around to see Luna and Neville running toward them with their trunks trailing behind them.
"What are you guys doing? I thought you were gonna get a compartment!" said Harry.
"Well we came a little late. But I'm sure that there's still one left," said Luna looking around. "Here, what about this one?" she walked to the very end of the aisle and pulled open the door to the compartment. She walked inside and everyone followed her. When they got to the door, they noticed that there was a young looking girl sitting on one of the benches, reading a book. "Hello!" said Luna, cheerfully. "can we sit here?"
"Of course!" said the girl looking up from her book. She smiled at them as they put their trunks on the shelves and got settled in. Then she turned back to her book, becoming completely absorbed in it.
Harry watched her, curiously. She was very pretty, but she couldn't be in seventh year...Harry had never seen her around before. Not looking up from her book she said, "Yes, Harry, I'm not in seventh year. I'm your new defence against the dark arts teacher."
Everyone stopped talking and looked from her to Harry and back again.
How did she know what I was thinking? Thought Harry.
"It's a power I have." their new DADA teacher said. "Just like you have the power of parslemouth, I have the power of telepathy. So I can read anyones mind whenever I want to." She was still absorbed in her book, not even looking at them to make the last comment.
"I didn't know there was such thing," said Hermione bending down to look at the tittle of the book. She let out a small and quiet ghasp that only she could hear.
"Yes, Miss Granger, I, like you and your friends, are very...how should I say it...interested with the Dark Lord." the new DADA teacher said. "I went to school with him...and I was in his house."
"You...You were in slytherin?" asked Luna, speaking for the first time.
"As a matter of fact I was. And since Professor Snape won't be back this year..." she paused, looking up form her book and staring right at Harry, "I am also the new Head of House."
"For SLYTHERIN?!" shouted Harry. Slytherin was always the worst house to Harry. To think someone this pretty and this nice could be Head of House for Slytherin was...well, shocking to Harry.
"Yes Mr. Potter. Slytherin. And the house really isn't all that bad, if you give it a chance."
Did she just-- thought Harry before the DADA teacher cut him off.
"Yes, I just read your mind...again. You know Harry, you ought to keep your thoughts to yourself...especially when some can read your mind."
"Um...anyways," said Hermione, trying to change the subject. "What did you say your name was? I mean, what are we supposed to call you?"
"Professor Greenfeld." she said standing up and getting another book from her trunk. "and you will not know my first name."
Woah...strict, thought Harry, but he quickly regreted it as Professor Greenfeld's head whipped around and she stared at him with cold eyes.

keep going!! its going great!!

ah yes, i read it but forgot, thanks for the quote

writing the next post...it'll be up soon.

sweet

i'm also starting another thread where everyone can post parts of the story. i havent started it yet, but i'll let you know when i do start it.

Luvin it!

thanks guys! okay well i'm working on the next post now so it should be up soon.

So wen r u gonna post???

sorry this post is really short. I had alot more, but my computer restarted and I lost it all. So I'll be posting more as soon as I remember what I had.
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“Alright everyone!” shouted Harry to the Griffindors on the Quidditch pitch the next day. “Get into lines! Beaters over there, chasers in the middle, and keepers on the other side!” The Griffindors got into their lines. “Alright, first we’ll do the keepers,” said Harry.


After Quidditch tryouts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to go and visit Hagrid.
“Hagrid! Open up!” Hermione shouted as she knocked loudly on the door.

well at least u posted a lil...I feel so bad 4 u!!!!I wrote 4 like 40 minutes and I was about to post a chapter in my story and I accidently deleted it!!!I was soooo mad!!!

yeah I lost the whole Quidditch part I had, so I couldn't post that, cuz one of my friends helped me write it and we both couldn't remember what it said so I couldn't post any. But I'll do a little bit more now. It's just another short part, I'm still trying to think of what should happen next.
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“Hagrid, open up!” Hermione yelled again, this time, pounding on the door harder.
“He must not be home,” said Harry.
“Yeah. Let’s go now, please? I’m starving!” said Ron.
“You’re always starving,” said Hermione with a little laugh. Harry laughed too, and they turned and started walking up the path to the castle.
Once he was sure they had gone, Hagrid looked through the window, and watched them leave. A tear rolled down his sad face. He knew what would happen to them in the end. But, how could he tell them? How could he tell them that their friendship would be torn during the battle? He turned away from the window, walking slowly towards the table in the middle of the room, picking up a chipped teacup, and gulping down the remaining remnants of tea from earlier that morning.

good!!!and a bit confusing...

lol. I'm working on the next part now...

just a little bit for now. there's more coming later, I just have to finish typing it.
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Harry sat on his bed, looking out of the dorm window at the dark gray sky, thinking. It was starting to get colder now at night, being October and all, and Harry could feel the slightest draft coming in through the cool windowpane. He looked down at the Black Lake, then the Womping Willow, then to the Forbidden Forest. Finally, he looked toward Hagrid’s hut, wondering why he had not been there earlier that afternoon. What else could Hagrid have to do? Harry yawned. He was about to get under the think blankets and go to sleep, when he saw movement out of the grounds. He turned back to the window, searching for the figure that moved. ‘Or, figures,’ thought Harry as he saw two figures dart from tree to tree, careful not to be seen. Harry pulled his invisibility cloak out from under his bed, slipped it on, and ran quickly down the stairs. He ran passed sleeping portraits, he wand lit up, waking a portrait or two every so often. He reached the doors that lead out from the castle. He stepped out into the darkness of the night. He waited for five minutes, and just before turning to go back inside, he saw the movement again, and decided to stay. He heard a girl’s laughter, and recognized it at once. It was Ginny. And she was with Dean.

poor Harry!!!!and very good post!!!

lol. thankyou! i'm working on the next part now.

okay so here's the next post. I have more for after this and it'll be posted hopefully by the end of the week
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“Dean! Stop tickling me! We’re making to much noise! Someone’s gonna hear us!” Ginny said through giggles.
They were almost at Harry now. He wanted to yell at Dean, but he stopped himself. Ginny and Dean walked past him through the door, and Harry slipped in after them. He followed them up the stairs. They opened the door to the room of requirements. Part of Harry wanted to stop, and go back to bed, but he followed them through anyway. He walked to the corner of the room and just watched. Dean and Ginny just looked at each other for a minute. Then Dean walked up to her and kissed her gently.
“Dean,” said Ginny, pulling back, tears starting to fall on her rosy cheeks, “I really don’t think I’m ready yet…”
“Okay, it’s okay, I understand.” Said Dean pulling her into a hug.
“I really have to go, now,” said Ginny turning and walking through the door. Harry followed her, slipping through before the door slammed shut.
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October passed, and nothing more happened between Ginny and Dean. They were still going out, but they hadn’t been seeing much of each other lately. Ginny had been spending most of her time with her best friend (besides Hermione), Brianna. The Halloween Ball was canceled, much to everyone’s disappointment, because the hired band couldn’t make it in time. November started off cold and windy, and today, November 20th, the first snow fell. Ginny walked outside with Brianna after lunch, going to the common room for their free period.
“So, have you and Dean talked at all lately?” Brianna asked her.
“No, not really. Unless you count the occasional good morning, good night, and hello as talking,” said Ginny, picking up the pace a little.
Brianna shivered. “Ginny, you really should talk to him,”
“I know, Bri, it’s just, I think I still like Harry…” said Ginny opening the door and stepping inside the castle.
“But you told me you were so over him!” said Brianna.
“I know I did…but I’ve just been thinking…”
“god, Ginny, why don’t you tell me these things?” said Brianna as the walked up the stairs to the portrait.
“Just…because…I didn’t really know if I actually liked him…I still don’t know if I actually like him. I’m still trying to figure stuff out.”
Brianna opened the portrait, and the girls walked in. No one was in the common room, so they sat down in front of the fire and continued talking. “What kind of stuff?” Brianna asked, curiously.
“Just…stuff. Look, Bri, I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?” said Ginny taking our her homework.
“Yeah, okay. So how are we supposed to write this essay?” she asked looking at what Ginny had done.
“Fine, you can copy…but only this once!” said Ginny with a laugh.
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“Harry,” said Hermione. They sat in the common room, late one night, finishing up the lasts of their homework. Snow had started falling yesterday afternoon, and hadn’t stopped since. And it wasn’t just a light fall, it was heavy. So heavy that if it kept up, they wouldn’t be able to go outside. “Harry,” said Hermione again, waving her hand in front of Harry’s face.
“What?” said Harry, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He had been thinking about Ginny, and Dean, in the room of requirements, and what had happened. He hadn’t talked to Ginny, and he’d hardly talked to Dean either. But he also hadn’t seen them together at all…
“It’s just, you’ve been acting all…weird lately,” said Hermione. She nudged Ron when he didn’t say anything.
“Yeah, mate, what’s going on? We’re here for you, you know that, incase you maybe want to talk to us,” said Ron yawning. Hermione shook her head at him and turned back to Harry.
“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just, all this homework, and stuff. I really need the Christmas Break.” Said Harry turning back to his essay that Professor Greenfeld had assigned.
“Christmas break’s not for another two and a half weeks Harry,” said Hermione.
“I know. I just wish it was tomorrow,” he said, looking into the fire again. Hermione looked at Ron with a worried expression on her face. He returned her with the same one. Hermione sighed and turned back to do her essay, Ron looking over her shoulder, copying her word for word.
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“Hey, Dean.” Said Ginny. It was three days since she had last had that conversation with Brianna. Dean was sitting alone in the common room. Everyone else was in the Great Hall eating lunch.
“Hey,” said Dean, putting down his book. “What’s up?” he said moving over so Ginny could sit beside him.
“It’s just, well, I’ve been thinking, and we haven’t really talked much lately,”
“Tell me about it,” Dean said with a short laugh.
“And, I’m sorry for that night…back in October…”
“I know, Ginny. It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize for anything. I rushed you, and I shouldn’t have.” Said Dean.
“So, we’re good now?” asked Ginny, smiling a little.
“We were always good…except for that time last year when you kissed Potter…”
“Ugh, don’t bring that up.” Said Ginny getting to her feet. Dean followed her, and they walked down to the Great Hall.

hmmm, tension, i like it

yer its great keep posting maybe you should have harry kissing ginny and dean walking in and then them getting into a huge fight

that's cool. thanks for the idea!

or you could have a really big twist and Dean could kiss Harry...only joking keep it up

Originally posted by Denniz234
or you could have a really big twist and Dean could kiss Harry...only joking keep it up

lol that would be a bit odd...lol

I luved it!!!!!

yeah it would. lol. i don't really think i wanna make harry gay...but it would make an interesting story...lol. jk. i'm working on the next few posts now

okay, well i wrote alot, so there might be more than one post. lol. here it is. hope you like it!
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“Oh, look at Ginny and Dean! They look so cute together!” said Hermione looking over at Ginny and Dean as they entered the Great Hall.
“Even though when she was going out with Harry, I prefer him to Dean,” said Ron through a mouthful of his spaghetti.
“Gee, thanks,” said Harry.
Ginny and Dean walked over and sat beside Hermione, across from Harry and Ron. “Hey, mates!” said Dean as he put some spaghetti on a plate and offered it to Ginny before putting some on a plate for himself.
“Hey, Dean,” said Hermione, “Hey Ginny!”
“Hey!” said Ginny taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. Harry looked over at them, talking and laughing. ‘They sicken me,’ thought Harry to himself, glaring at Dean.
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“Please turn your books to page 157,” said Professor Greenfeld an hour later. “Today we will be learning about…” she was cut off when Harry burst into the room, late. Hermione turned her head to look at him, then looked away, scowling and shaking her head. Ron, who sat beside her, let out a small laugh. “Mr. Potter!” she yelled.
“Yes, Professor Greenfeld?” asked Harry quietly, quickly taking his seat beside Ron.
“Why are you late?” she asked him.
“I…I got held up. Sorry, Professor,” said Harry taking out his books.
“That’s no excuse!” yelled Professor Greenfeld. Crab and Goyle snickered.
‘Well, sorry,’ thought Harry as he made a face.
“Mr. Potter! Detention!” she yelled.
“WHAT?!” yelled Harry back at her.
“Leave my classroom, now, Mr. Potter,” she said in a calmer voice. “I shall see you tonight at 6:00 sharp!”
“Fine.” Said Harry getting up and leaving the room. Once outside, Harry remembered that she could read his mind. ‘Oh bloody hell,’ thought Harry. How could he spend a whole hour alone with her in detention? That would mean he couldn’t think of anything at all. He walked down the hall in a huff, yelling the password at the Fat Lady. When he entered the common room, he noticed that Ginny was sitting there—alone. “Hey… Ginny…” said Harry, dropping his books down on a nearby table.
“Hey Harry!” said Ginny cheerfully. “How come you aren’t at DADA?” she asked him.
“Got kicked out.” Said Harry coming to sit beside her.
“What? Why?”
“For thinking.” Said Harry. He tried to look at what she was reading, but she pulled it away before he could see it.
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. No really, why’d Greenfeld kick you out?”
“For thinking…she can read minds, remember on the train?” said Harry.
“Oh, right,” said Ginny snapping her fingers. “Well, I’m gonna go meet Brianna in the library. See you later,”
“Yeah, see you.” Said Harry.
Ginny got up to leave, and was almost at the portrait, when she turned around and walked back to Harry. She went up to him, and kissed him lightly on the cheek, smiled, and left the room. She smiled all the way to the library too.
“Why are you smiling?” asked Brianna when Ginny finally found her, “And what took you so long.
“Smiling for no reason, and I couldn’t find you,” said Ginny sitting down.
“Okay, whatever,” said Brianna shaking her head and turning back to her homework.
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Harry left dinner early that night for his detention with professor Greenfeld. She was waiting for him in the DADA classroom when he walked in.
“Good evening, Mr. Potter,” she said.
“Good evening, Professor,” Harry mumbled. She pointed to a desk up front, and he sat down.
“I have been trying to think of a suitable punishment for you,” she started, “but could only come up with you sorting out these documents.” She pointed to four boxes in a corner of the room. “Sort them by date. You may leave when you’re finished.” And with that, she left the room.
‘This will be easy. I did it last year for Snape,’ thought Harry as he started to sort the documents.
Five painful hours and two hands covered in dirt later, Harry finished his detention. Just as he finished, Professor Greenfeld walked in. “Good work, Potter,” she said. “Alright, you may leave now.”
“Thank you, Professor,” said Harry walking quickly out of the room.

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There was still one more week until winter break. Harry sighed as stood in front of the shop window in Hogsmeed, trying to decide what to get Ron and Hermione. He had already bought Ginny’s gift, an pair of boots for her pigmeepuff, Arnold. It was their only trip into Hogsmeed this year, besides Valentine’s day, because of what happened last year. He walked into the shop, bought Hermione a notebook that’s ink turned invisible to everyone but the reader, and bought Ron a new wizard’s chess set. He left the shop and walked back to Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron had gone off together to buy Christmas presents for their families. They offered for Harry to come with them, but Harry said he would rather go by himself. Ron and Hermione had just walked away shrugging, promising to meet him back at the common room at 4:00 p.m.
Harry trudged through the snow on the school grounds. He still had about an hour before he had to meet Ron and Hermione, so he decided to go and visit Hagrid. He walked up the slippery steps to Hagrid’s hut and pounded on the door. There was no answer. Harry knew that he probably wasn’t there, so he just turned around and headed past the Quidditch pitch to the castle.

nice

keep goin

just a little for now. I'm leaving for the weekend, so I'll try to post some more tonight.
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There were still three more days until the break. Harry, of course, would be staying. Ron and Ginny had to stay, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were visiting Charlie in Romania. And Hermione decided to stay because everyone else was. At first Harry was glad to know that Ginny would be staying, until he found out that Dean would be staying as well. They would be the only Griffindors that would be staying. Even three days before, the castle was almost empty. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the end of the Griffindor table, the end closest to the teacher’s table. It was very quiet in the Great Hall. Only a few other people mumbling softly sat at the other tables. Most of the teachers had left too. Only Professor McGonagle, Professor Sprout, Madame Pomfree, and Professor Greenfeld were there. Ginny and Dean hadn’t shown up for dinner. Harry, Ron, and Hermione retreated back to the common room after finishing their meal, and found that Ginny and Dean weren’t there either. Harry and Ron played wizards chess for the rest of the evening, while Hermione read her book and sewed a few pairs of socks for the house elves for Christmas. Finally, at around 10:00, Hermione declared she was going to bed, so Harry and Ron decided to as well.
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“So you really like Dean, then, don’t you?” asked Hermione as she and Ginny worked on some homework in the library. It was the first day of the actual break, and the castle was so quiet, you didn’t want to yell for fear of making to much noise.
“Yeah,” replied Ginny, “I guess I do. I mean, it was hard to get over Harry at first, but I realized that Harry’s never gonna take me back, so what’s the point of waiting?”
“True,” said Hermione. “So, what did you get Dean for Christmas?” she asked.
“A quill that write while you talk,” said Ginny, “You know, the kind that that writer for the daily prophet had? During the Triwizard Tournament?”
“Right. Please, don’t remind me of her. She was rude, obnoxious, full of herself-“
“Chill out, Hermione. That was four years ago.”
“Right.” Said Hermione taking a breath. They continued on their homework in silence.

I tried posting in different format this time. Tell me if you like it better or not. So, here's the post, hope you like!
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“Harry wake up! There’s presents!” yelled Ron as he dragged Harry out of bed.

“Okay! I’m coming, I’m coming!” said Harry grabbing his glasses and shoving them on his face as Ron dragged him downstairs.

When they got downstairs, Hermione was there, giving Ginny her present. Ginny was snuggled up close to Dean on a couch near the fire.

“Merry Christmas, Harry!” said Hermione, shoving a present at him. Then shoving one at Ron, a twinkle in her eyes as he ripped his open.

“Merry Christmas,” said Harry, opening his present slowly.

“Wow, thanks, Hermione. Just what I need. ” said Ron sarcastically.

Harry opened his too. It was a notebook, that if you forgot to do an assignment, it would set of an alarm. His was black and Ron’s was red. “Yeah, thanks Hermione.” Harry said. Harry gave Ron and Hermione their presents, and then Ginny stood up, and they exchanged presents.

“Merry Christmas, Harry,” said Ginny, hugging him and looking at him with that expression she had worn when they had one the Quidditch cup last year. She handed him her present. It was smaller than the presents she had given Ron, Hermione, and Dean.

Harry gripped the present tightly in his hand, hugging Ginny back. “Merry Christmas,” Harry said. He decided to wait until later to open her present. He gave Ginny her present, and she smiled at him, taking it and her other presents upstairs to her dorm room.

After opening presents, they went downstairs to the Great Hall for breakfast. The food served on Christmas was always the best. Ron eyed the food greedily, and Hermione punched him in the arm laughing. They sat down and began to eat. Halfway through their meal, Professor McGonagle got up to say a few words.

“May, I have your attention please,” said Professor McGonagle. All eyes looked her way. “First of all, Merry Christmas. I just have one small announcement. The Library will be closed for the rest of the break, due to an accident that has happened. There will be no further explanation, except that no student is to go near the library. Thank you, you may continue with your meal.” She said sitting down.

“Wonder what that’s all about,” whispered Hermione so that only Ron and Harry could hear. Ginny and Dean were to busy talking to even be listening.

“Dunno,” said Harry, “but it must be pretty serious if they have to close the library,”

“Yeah, wha Hawwy said,” said Ron, his moth full of food.

“Gross,” said Hermione making a face, and they all laughed.

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Ginny leaned her head against Dean’s shoulder. They sat on the couch in the common room in front of the fire. Dean kissed her on the forehead. Harry watched them, silently, from the door of his dorm room.

“Common,” said Dean, “Let’s go to the Room of Requirements.”

“Well, how about we just go up to your dorm room? I mean, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are somewhere else, and we’ll be able to hear them if they come in.” suggested Ginny.
“Yeah, alright,” said Dean. He and Ginny got up and headed up the stairs. Harry panicked, throwing his invisibility cloak over his body, and crouching in the corner by his bed. A minute later, Ginny and Dean walked in. They sat down on Dean’s bed, across the room from Harry’s. Dean started kissing Ginny, pushing her back onto the bed. Dean started pulling off Ginny’s shirt, her doing the same to him. Harry didn’t want to look, but for some reason, he couldn’t shut his eyes.

“Where do you think Harry is?” said Hermione from downstairs.

“Probably in the dorm room, said Ron. They heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Ginny and Dean scrambled to put their shirts on. Just before Ron and Hermione opened the door, Ginny and Dean sat on Dean’s bed, waiting.

“Have you guys seen Harry?” asked Hermione.

“We thought he was with you,” said Dean.

“Well, he’s not. Anyway, common, Hermione, let’s go look for him,” said Ron dragging Hermione out of the room.

“Um, do you mind if I-“ started Dean.

“No, go a head.” Said Ginny. Dean kissed her lightly on the forehead and walked out of the room. Harry stayed where he was, waiting for Ginny to leave. But she didn’t. She just sat there for a minute, looking around the room. “Alright, Harry. Where are you?” she said. Harry didn’t move. “Common, Harry, I know you’re in here. I don’t care if you saw anything. Just come out.”

Harry lifted the cloak off of him and stood up.

“You were in here the whole time?” she asked him, coming over to where he stood.

“Yeah, sorry, um, about that,” said Harry watching her closely.

Ginny shrugged. “So, have you opened my present yet?” she asked.

Harry had completely forgotten about the present she’d given him. “No, sorry, I forgot,”

“So open it now,” she said.

Harry grabbed the present off of his bedside table. Ginny watched him closely as he unwrapped the paper. When the paper was off, he noticed it was a locket. “What is it?” he asked her.

“A Horcrux,” said Ginny. Harry looked at her in shock. Ginny sighed. “I found it at Sirius’s house, two years ago. I didn’t think it belonged to anyone, since Mum just told me to throw it out. But I kind of liked it. So I kept it. Then, During the summer, when I overheard you, Ron, and Hermione talking about going to find the Horcruxes, You said some stuff about a locket, and a note with the initials, R.A.B., and that you hadn’t figured out who the person was. So, I did some research on Horcruxes, and on people with the initials, R.A.B.” Harry stared at her in shock. Why hadn’t he thought of this? “So, I figured out that R.A.B. is Regulus A. Black, related to Sirius. So I just thought…”

“So he didn’t destroy it then…” said Harry staring at the locket in shock. He had to destroy it as soon as possible. He muttered a spell Dumbledor had taught him. The locket burst up in flames, then fell to the floor, and shattered. Ginny smiled at him. “Thank you so much, Ginny,” Harry said. He went in to hug her, but instead she looked up, and kissed him.

She pushed in back onto his bed. Then she stopped for a minute. “I love you,” she whispered.

That startled Harry, but he was pleased with it overall. “I love you too,” he whispered back.

All of a sudden, the door opened, and there, in the doorway, stood Dean.

“What the hell is going on here?” yelled Dean.

“Dean, I’m sorry. It’s not Harry’s fault. Don’t be mad at him.” Said Ginny.

“You know what Ginny? I don’t care anymore. We’re over.” And with that, he slammed the door shut.

“Ginny, I’m sorry-“

“No, Don’t be. I wasn’t happy with him anyway.” She forced a smile onto her face. Harry walked over to her and hugged her. They went over to Harry’s bed and lay down. Ginny rested her head on Harry’s chest, and Harry put his arm around her. After a while, they both fell asleep.

omg thats soo good

ooooooo i luved it!!!update soon!!!cant wait!

lol. thanks guys. i'm gonna start on the necxt post soon

very very very very good i loved it!

okay, so here's the next part. It's kind of different, and you won't really have any idea who the main character is in this part, but you'll find out later. It's just kind of showing what's going on with Voldemort at this time. Enjoy!
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The wind whipped the snow off of the trees. Hail pounded against the window. Thunder rumbled in the night sky. It was pitch black outside, and not much noise could be heard above the rumble of the storm. Trika pulled her hood farther down to cover her face. She hurriedly stepped around puddles, toward the Forbidden Forest. She came to the edge of the darkness of the forest, taking one last glance at the castle, then slipping away into the darkness.

Trika felt her way through the forest, grabbing on to the occasional tree, her hands outstretched in front of her. Finally, when she thought she was deep enough into the forest, She brought out her wand. “Lumos,” she muttered under her breath. Her wand lit a spark, lighting up just enough so that she could see a few feet ahead. She stepped carefully around the thick pools of mud and snow, shuddering in the cold. Why the Dark Lord was making her come out tonight, she did not know. Her foot sunk into some mud. She heard herself groan. She slowly pulled her frozen foot out of the mud, shaking it of as much as she could, then hurrying on.

Finally, Trika came to a cave. She muttered another spell, this time putting out her wand. The surrounding world suddenly became darker than ever. Trika shuddered again. She was cold, wet, tired, and she did not want to be here. She felt a tear roll down her porcelain cheek. She thought it was stupid, a young woman of 25 years old, to be crying over such stupid things. She wiped the rain from her face and knocked the special code on the wall of the cave. Rap, rap, rap. She waited. Rap, rap, rap. She went again. Rap, rap, rap. Her hand stung from the knocking.

“Come in, Miss Trika,” said a raspy voice. Trika closed her eyes, wishing that this wasn’t happening. She walked into the cave. “Sit,” commanded the raspy voice. Trika kneeled on the floor of the cave, in front of her master. “Have you news about our Mr. Potter?” asked the raspy voice.

“None that I have not told you, Lord Voldemort,” whispered Trika, loud enough so that he could hear.

“Now, now, Trika, how many times do I have to tell you?” asked Lord Voldemort. He looked at her sullen face, then continued: “Do not come, unless you have new information!”

“I-I-I’m sorry, my Lord, but I-"

“You know what happens to Death Eaters that do not complete their tasks, don’t you?”

“Please, my Lord, give me one more chance!” cried a distressed Trika.

“Crucio!” yelled Lord Voldemort, pointing his wand at a horrified Trika.

“Ah!” Trika fell on the ground, rolling around, wincing with pain. “Wait!” she cried, after a minute of searing pain. “I…I have…some information…on Potter,” she said quietly.

“Well, what is it?” boomed the Dark Lord.

“He…he’s in love with someone…” she said boldly.

“WHO?!” cried Lord Voldemort, standing up, and grabbing Trika by the collar of her robes.

“Ginny…Ginny Weasley.”

Pefect! Wrote it just like an author!

thanks! i'm working on the next part now...

Hurry please.... What's going to happen to Ginny *nervous laugh* heheheheheh.....
*looks for Voldemort* "you will die Voldemort" lol great story can't wait for next post. Hopefully I can have something to read while Im in writer's block

soooooooooooooooooooo good

ooooo i luved it!!!update soon!!!wuts gonna happen 2 Ginny...¿?¿?

omg, its really good, please continue!!!

thanks! the next part should be up by tonight...if not, tomorrow.

Here's the next part. It's kinda short, but I've been really busy. I'll try to post a bit more by friday.
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Ginny opened her eyes slowly. She blinked in the surrounding room, then rolled over, smiling at Harry. He was still asleep. She got up slowly, slipping out of the bed, wincing when her bare feet touched the cold marble floor. She rummaged around in Harry’s trunk, grabbing a pair of socks. She slipped the socks over her cold feet and walked out of the room. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and had a quick shower. She wrapped herself in a white towel and walked out of the bathroom to go get dressed. She looked out of the door, and noticed that Dean was standing there.

“Ginny…” he said slowly.

“Dean, look. I’m sorry for last night. I meant to tell you, it’s just-"

“So you’re saying that you just used me to get to Harry?” yelled Dean.

“No!” Ginny yelled back, tightening the bathrobe around her chest. “That’s not it at all!”

“So then what was it? Two-timing?”

“No!” Ginny yelled. “Do you really want me to tell you?” asked Ginny in a quieter voice than before, but yelling none the less.

“Of course I want you to tell me!” Dean yelled.

“Fine.” Ginny started slowly.
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Harry awoke to yelling. He looked over to where Ginny had been sleeping. She wasn’t there. He decided to get up and see who was yelling. He followed the screaming voices.

“FINE!” he heard a girl yell again. He turned the corner to the bathroom and saw Ginny standing there in a towel, her wet hair falling down her back. Dean stood there, facing Ginny, his face red. “Harry,” said Ginny turning to look at him.

“Um, if you guys are um, talking, I’ll just leave,” said Harry.

“Yeah, that’s right, leave! Go to bloody hell!” yelled Dean as Harry turned to leave.

Harry turned around. “What?” he asked Dean quietly.

“I said leave you son of a-"

“DEAN!” yelled Ginny.

Dean gave Ginny a dirty look, then pulled out his wand and aimed it at Harry. Harry took out his wand and aimed it at Dean.

“ oh my god,” said Ginny shaking her head.

“EXPELIARMUS!” shouted Dean.

Harry dodged the spell. “STUPIFY!” he yelled. Dean was knocked back. “EXPELIARMUS!” Harry yelled again. Dean was crunched up against the wall. Harry walked up to him. He was just about the cast another spell when Ginny jumped in.

“Harry! Dean! STOP!” she shouted. She pulled Harry away from Dean with such force Harry stared at her in shock. She just ignored him. “You’re acting so immature!” she said. “You’re making me feel like I don’t want to go out with either of you!” she said storming away.
“Shit,” Harry said staring as she walked away.
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more to come later

thats pretty kool but you could've explained a little bit more.

NEW!!!!!!!!!!! PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!! HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I liked it very much!!!

Originally posted by iluvhpsomuch1_7
thats pretty kool but you could've explained a little bit more.

yeah, I know, I'm pretty tired though, and I wasn't really into writing today...maybe tomorrow will be better. who knows.

good plot but i agree, it seemed like an abrupt halt to the action, could be expanded a bit

yeah I know. I'm gonna start writing the next part soon...hopefully you'll find it better. It might be up tonight, but probably tomorrow night. I dunno.

just something short for now, there will be more tomorrow, probably. I need some ideas for the rest of the story, so if you have any ideas on how they should find the horcruxes or how Harry battles Voldemort, please please please pm me!
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It was the last afternoon of winter break. Harry and Ron sat in their dorm room. There was a light snowfall outside. Harry threw some stuff into his trunk and closed it, while Ron finished off the last few sentences in the letter for his parents. Hermione walked into the room, trailing her trunk behind her. Harry and Ron looked up at her, and Hermione greeted them with the same saddening expression.

“Almost ready?” she asked.

“Yeah, Just about,” said Harry, putting on his warmer cloak and scarf. Ron tied his letter to Pig Widgeon’s leg and opened the window for the clumsy owl. Harry and Ron grabbed their trunks and followed Hermione downstairs.

Once downstairs, Harry left a letter for Ginny on the table in front of the crackling fire. The three of them walked silently out of the castle, not bothering to say goodbye to any of their teachers, fellow Griffindors that had returned from holidays early, of even Hagrid. They walked all the way to Hogsmeed, and then apparated to Godrick’s Hollow.

I've started another story. It's called 'James and Lilly'. Please check it out and post your comments!

Pretty good yaayyy Godrics Hollow!!!and ill go check out ur James and Lilly 1 right now!

Just a bit for now. They'll be more by tomorrow
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Ginny walked into the common room that night, followed closely by Brianna, who had come back a day early from the holidays. They walked over to the fire and sat down on the couch. It was then that Ginny noticed the letter with her name on it.

“What’s this?” asked Ginny picking up the letter. “It looks like Harry’s writing,” she said tearing the envelope open. She unfolded the paper inside, beginning to read:

Dear Ginny,

First of all, I just want you to know that I love you very much. But I cannot put you in danger, even with what Dumbledor said about love being something I have that Voldemort doesn’t. I’ve left to find the rest of the horcruxes. Ron and Hermione have come with me to help. After I find the last of the horcruxes, I’m going to battle Voldemort, and finish the prophecy just as it was started. We’ll be fine. I’m really sorry I have to do this Ginny. But please don’t hurt yourself looking for me.
Love,
Harry xxx



Ginny stopped reading, as the letter ended. Brianna put her arm around her, and Ginny wiped her eyes. ‘Why did he have to do this?’ thought Ginny.

luved it update soon!

Just a little bit for now, I'll try and post more later today. If you have any ideas on how Harry's gonna find the horcruxes, then please pm me with your ideas. Thanks! Hope you like the post!
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Harry felt as if he was being sucked through a rubber tube. The world was spinning at light speed. All of a sudden, he fell face first on the ground. He still hadn’t gotten used to aparation. He stood slowly, brushing the dirt off of himself. He looked around. ‘So this is Godric’s Hollow,’ he thought to himself. A minute later, Ron and Hermione came tumbling out of no where.

“I’m telling you,” started Ron, “aparation is brutal.”

“This isn’t really what I pictured Godric’s Hollow to look like,” said Hermione. The three of them stared at the cavish-looking old house that stood alone on a hill. It’s shutters and doors were falling off, their hinges rusty with time. Some of the glass in the windows was cracked or broken completely, the sharp edges of the glass lined with dust.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione started up the hill towards the house.

I liked it a lot exellent desciption of wut it looked like!

try to make your posts longer and before you go further its apparation

Its really, really good!! keep posting!!

It's good.But I thought Harry was going to make Ginny jealous by going out with Luna Lovegood Or Hermione Granger.But it was better than that.
I,m going to make a thread called titles of the 7th book and expectaitons.

okay, i'll check out your thread. thanks for the comments!

ive told you this a million times wont you listen to me!!! ITS DUMBLEDORE!!! NOT DUMBLEDOR!!!!

its a spelling mistake, who cares?

okay, i'm sorry! i'm still getting used to it...i'm not a very good speller and that's why i do it on word. doc. but it dosn't have dumbledorE in it so i always forget.

it just bothers me when ppl do it constantly. I mean we're Harry Potter obessors we're supposed to know how to spell things that relate to Harry Potter. But yea we make mistakes and thats ok

Okay, here’s the next post. Please post your comments!


Ginny lay on her four-poster bed, staring up at the ceiling, the curtains pulled around her bed. She had never really liked the hideous curtains, and had always wanted to ask Hermione about a spell to change them, but she never had.

She was a wreck. Her usual happy and cheerful face was now a mess because of Harry. Her eyes were all red and puffy from crying all night. Her pale skin was cold, and she shuddered as she thought of what might happen to Harry…to her brother, Ron, to Hermione.

The door to Ginny’s dorm room creaked open, and Brianna walked in. “Hey, how are you doing?” Brianna asked, sitting on Ginny’s bed.


“I’m just…” said Ginny in a whisper, “scared.”

“Hon, don’t worry about it,” said Brianna. “He’s gonna realize that he made a mistake by leaving you here, and he’ll come back for you.”

“I don’t know…” whispered Ginny. She wanted to cry…but there were no tears left in her. “I just, I just don’t want to talk about it,” she said, rolling over so that she faced the window.

“Well, talk to me when you want to,” said Brianna understandingly.

Ginny smiled a little. She was glad she had such a good friend. She tried hard to fill her head with only good memories, and once accomplished, fell into a deep sleep.
~*~*~

And that was why, when the window opened, Ginny heard nothing. “Mumbleffia,” whispered a black-cloaked figure. The spell was an advanced spell that the Dark Lord had taught her. A spell which when used, no one could here you. The figure slipped her body over the windowsill and onto the cold marble floor. A gust of cold winter wind blew in from outside, blowing off the figure’s hood. Ginny shivered in her sleep. The figure pulled her hood back over her face, shutting the window.

The figure walked slowly over to where the sleeping Ginny lay. It peered over her, smiling a little, then it’s face growing sad as it stared at the once happy and cheerful girl that was the best in her year for defense against the dark arts. The figure tore it’s eyes away from the sleeping Ginny, walking to where Ginny’s open trunk lay on the floor. It rummaged around in it for quite some time, then found what it needed: Ginny’s diary.

The spell had worn off by now, and Ginny awoke to rustling. She slowly sat up in her bed, and saw a figure standing at the foot of her bed. She reached over and grabbed her wand from her bedside table, muttering, “Lumos!” Just quiet enough so that the other girls wouldn’t hear her. She stared at the person she saw. “Professor Grinfeld? What are you doing here?” she asked.

Professor Grinfeld pulled back her hood. “Professor McGonagle just asked me to check up on you lot, making sure none of you went after your fellow Gryffindors,” she said, slipping the diary under her robes so that Ginny wouldn’t see.

“Oh, well, I don’t think any of us are going anywhere,” muttered Ginny staring at her bed sheets.

“Well, now that I see you’re all right, I’ll just be going,” and with that, Professor Grinfeld walked out of the room.

'Strange...' thought Ginny as her wand went out and she fell asleep.

bravo bravo*clap* *clap*

Its pretty good and you're improving by every post you make.

very good!

thanks guys! working on the next post now...

okay, well, I need some help, because I have no idea what they're gonna be doing at godric's hollow...so if anyone can help me out with some ideas here, please please PLEASE pm me!!!

its really and cant wait till u post more

soon...cuz i'm working on the next part now...

Are you telling me that Trika is the defence against the dark arts teacher!!!!!! After all greenwort or whoever she is said noone would know her real name.

I think this could be my suggestion: + + + +
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What the heck does "SOON" mean when a week has past and u haven't posted anything!!!!!

I think that typing "POST" a million times would be worth it.
I'll start now.
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This is Natasha. Usually it's Meena with the death threats but well.... I really want you to live. SO POST! PLEASE! We need some fabulous story action!!

i've just read ur story and i think that its really good when are u going to post again b/c i cant wait

Yea! So Post! Tellement.....

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ok guys give her a break she told me she'll update wen she gets bac from vaca!!!so calm down!!!

her story is awsome

AWSOME STORY CAN`T WAIT FOR MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR STORY TOTALLY ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i'LL NEVER CALM DOWN UNLESS YOU GIVE ME.....A BANANA!
aS AN eMOTICON!
smilie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

heres a dancing banana now calm down!!!!shell be back soon!!!

hey guys! sorry for the wait, I've been away on vacation. The next aprt should be up sometime this week (hopefully). Thanks for your support!

wholly that was totally wiked

hey guys, here's the next part of the story. It's not the best because I wrote it kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoy it. There'll be more later though.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Harry, I don’t think anyone’s home,” said Hermione, a little annoyance in her voice.

“Well, that’s a shame. Better get going then,” said Ron as he turned him back and started away from the old house.

“There’s gotta be another way,” Harry said quietly. “Alohamora,” he muttered, pointing his wand at the door. There was a clicking sound, and the door slowly creaked open. The three of them just stood staring in shock.

“After you, Harry,” said Hermione nervously.

Harry readied his wand and pushed the door open more. He walked in slowly, closely followed by Ron and Hermione.

*****


December 31st.

Harry left today. He left to find the horcruxes. He didn’t actually tell me, but he left me a note. Hermione and Ron are with him. I really thought he loved me this time. I didn’t think he would do this again. I guess I was just wrong. Maybe Dean really is better for me. At least I don’t really have to worry about him going anywhere. I just really wish—

Professor Grinfeld shut the diary closed as her students entered the classroom. She spotted Ginny, and smiled warmly at her. She waited until the class was seated and quiet to start the lesson. She made sure that the diary was locked safely in the top right drawer of her desk. “Today class we will be learning about horcruxes.” She looked at Ginny, trying to read her face, but Ginny’s expression was blank.

good cliffhanger!And waterslicer most of the time when authors don't post it means they haven't been on there computer so they don't even know you're obsessing about them updating so technically your writing that stufff for no reason

^^^not all the time...I dont update a lot and I still come here all the time! and very good!!!update soon!!!(and plus its good 2 know u have fans even after you dont post 4 awhile...)

yeah. lol. btw guys, if you have any ideas for me please PM me with them!


the next part might be up by next week

it was really good

yea well your different. That's the case most of the time.

actually not really...on many sites I go to 4 fanfics ppl are always on but only udate every once and awhile because they like reading other stories more then writing...or they run out of ideas and just dont write 4 awhile until they get an idea!

anyways...here's the next part of the story. Hope you like it!

***

Ginny walked out of the DADA class in a daze. She wasn’t really thinking of anything in particular, and hadn’t paid any attention in class, but she was somewhat aware of what had just happened. A small I’m-not-okay-but-just-don’t-ask smile was on her face, and her eyes stung from the dryness. She felt a tap on her shoulder as she shook her head clear and looked beside her.

“What?” she asked rudely, and noticing the expression on Brianna’s face repeated, “ I’m sorry, Bri. What?” she asked more calmly.

Brianna looked at her quizzically. “Gin, I’ve been tapping you for that past 5 minutes! What’s up?”

“Nothing!” Ginny said a little too fast, the smile spreading wider on her face. “Now common, I don’t want to miss the fish fingers we’re having for lunch. You know how much I looooooooove fish fingers!” she said, putting in a little too much expression that it almost sounded like sarcasm. She knew Brianna knew that fish fingers were her least favourite food, but shook that thought away as she grabbed a confused looking Brianna and pulled her down the hall.

Ginny and Brianna entered the Great Hall. They walked to the Gryffindor table and put their book bags down beside them.

“Hey, Ginny,” said Freddy, a boy in Ginny’s year who’d always had a crush on her. Brianna scowled as she piled Ginny’s plate with fish fingers.

Ginny gave a weak smile to Freddy, and then scowled back at Brianna. She knew she would have to eat all of the fish fingers to make Brianna happy. Ginny picked up her fork and speared one in half. She raised the fish to her lips, and with slight hesitation, put it in her mouth. She made a disgusted face, and spat it out.

“Common, we need to talk,” said Brianna sternly. This time it was Ginny being pulled.

“Ginny, you’re my best friend, and I’m concerned about you! You’ve been acting all weird ever since DADA! Ginny, you can tell me!” Brianna said once they had hidden themselves behind a drape.

“No I can’t” Ginny whispered, shaking her head.

“GINNY! I’M YOUR BLOODY BEST FRIEND! IF YOU CAN’T TELL ME SOMETHING, THEN WHY SHOULD I BE YOUR FRIEND?” Brianna yelled, shaking Ginny’s shoulders.

“You’re right.”

“What?”
“You shouldn’t be my friend. Bri, I’m only gonna get you into trouble now, and I don’t want you to die because of it.”

“What are you planning to do, sneak out and follow Harry?”

Ginny looked up from the floor, a look in her eyes that told Brianna everything.

“Ginny no! You can’t do that! You heard what he wrote, he doesn’t want you to follow him!” Brianna said, her voice shaking more and more with every word.

“I have to Brianna, it’s what I—“

“No it’s not bloody well hat you have to do! You’re gonna leave me at a time like this? What kind of friend are you Ginny?”

“I’m a terrible one,” muttered Ginny, directing her gave back down to the floor so she didn’t have to see Brianna’s reaction.

“After what I did for you?! I can’t believe you would do this to me! I hate you Ginny!” Brianna stormed out from behind the drape, tears streaming down her face.

You did the right thing, she told herself. But what if she’d been wrong? What if she really did need Brianna to be a friend more than anything right now?

it was really good, i like it, post again soon

thanks! I'll try posting again later this week.

omg i love it i can't wait till you post again

lol. I'm working on it!

good cause i just can't wait lol

did everyone get the contagious word "lol" from R.S. a.k.a. Runescape?
and it is contagious.

if they did may i ask for their usernames?
mine's waterslicer obviuosly.


okay, back to the subject of your story.
it's going really well, my teacher would say "keep it up, mate, a great improvement!" "see, when you focus on your task you can do really well!"

lol my teacher would say "hurry up and finish writing the stinkin story

If noone has a username how did they get that word?
read it in a story?
Heard it in their dreams?
or nightmares?
Oh yeaH, THOSE NIGHTMARES. wHENEVER I RODE ON ONE I ALWAYS GET BITTEN BY vAMPIRES.
tHEN THE WEREWOLVES COME UP AND SLAMMIT, KNOCKING ME BACK IN TO MY SENSES, THEN I BITE MY NIGHT MARE AND IT TURNS INTO A VAMPIRE
IF THERE EVEN ARE SUCH FAIRYTALE CREATUES.

THIS IS ME. wHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?

The room was large, and dust filled ever corner of it. It was mostly empty, except for a large piece of furniture that sat covered with a dusty white sheet on one wall of the room.

“Whoa,” breathed Ron nervously.

Harry walked over to the ‘thing’, his wand ready. He put out a shaking hand, and pulled the sheet off and stepped back. What had been under the sheet was a cabinet—a cabinet filled with precious belongings.

“By any chance would one of these goblets happen to belong to—" but Hermione stopped short.

The three of them looked around.

“I’m sure I heard something,” muttered Harry. “Coming from up the stairs.” And with that, he walked quietly to the stairs. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances and followed him, their wands ready.
*****

Ginny crept out of bed that night, careful not to wake the other girls. She grabbed her broomstick from beside her bed and opened the window. She carefully climbed onto the moonlit windowsill and mounted her broom. She stumbled as kicked off from the windowsill. She grabbed for her broom but it was too late. She tumbled toward the ground, and landed with a soft thud, her broom falling down beside her, breaking in half.

Ginny groaned as she lay there. She slowly rolled over, grabbing her arm from the searing pain. She heard footsteps coming toward her.

“Well, well, well,” said a voice. “Look who we have here.”

Ginny looked up into the eyes of—



oooh! cliffy! lol! kinda a short post, but the next one will be alot longer...and 'things' will be revealed! should be up sometime this week.

yes u post and i love it

don't forget that dumbledore said that because harry saved pettigrew they have a bond, and that j.k.rowling said that all the things would be revealed in the 7th book.
so include pettigrew in ur story!

la la la la, i'm pettigrew and here's my story:
i was born in a dump and humped a rat, then i died.
the end!

lol. sorry guys, the next post is gonna be delayed a bit, I'm kinda busy with school work right now, tests and stuff. the next post might e up on the weekend or next week.

yall are sill in skool. Woah its summer here. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

lol. well, i'm out of school now, but i go to camp on sunday, so if i have a chance, i'll try and post something, but with packing and stuff, i probably wont have time. so see you guys in august!

it was good