“Leave, Ginny. I need to talk to Harry,” Ron said, unable to hold back the fear in his voice. He was really scared apparently, because even Ginny laughed at Ron as went outside.
Chapter three
Harry’s Possessed!
“What is it, Ron?” Harry asked, simultaneously watching Ginny leave the room and thinking of how beautiful she was.
“Harry… HARRY!” Ron screamed, trying to get Harry’s attention. Ron thought to himself and repeated himself.
“Yeah—what?” Harry said, annoyed because Ron was getting on his nerves. He always interrupts Harry’s train of thought.
“We need to go,” Ron said urgently, staring at Harry’s blank expression.
“Why?” Harry questioned, keen to hear reasoning behind why they had to leave.
“He-who-must-named has been sighted around here, so Mom said for us to leave,” Ron explained. He was worried for Harry; for some reason, he had seemed strangely distracted lately.
That Ron thought got Harry’s attention as Harry got up really quick. Harry suddenly stood up on his feet and found himself shouting at his best friend.
“WHAT? VOLDEMORT, HERE?! YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” Harry yelled as Ron flinched as Harry said Voldemort and as Harry‘s face changed to a puzzled look to an angry look.
“Get over me saying Voldemort!” Harry said, annoyed. Tired of hearing his friend always flinching when someone said Voldemort.
Five minutes later, Harry was ready to leave the Burrow, the one place he never wanted to leave early. He hated he had to leave the Burrow, it was like a home away from home when he wasn’t at Hogwarts.
Why does he have to ruin EVERYTHING?” Harry said, his anger at a boiling point (something that reached its peak a long time ago). He hit the ground in fury, and for a split second Ron thought he saw Harry’s eyes change color.
“Don’t ask me, mate, but come on. Let’s go,” offered Ron, looking at the door again. He was worried that Harry would do something stupid especially when he saw Harry’s eye change color.
“No, I will not leave. If he wants me then let him come—I’ve got a surprise for him” Harry chuckled madly while looking at Ron’s puzzled expression.
Harry thought to himself for a few minutes about what to do as he watched Ginny‘s small figure running to the Burrow. Why did she go outside Harry thought to himself. He watched as Ginny ran up the porch wearing those cute clothes that Harry had got her a year ago.
Ron left the room and walked down the stairs. At the table sat Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron’s parents waiting patiently for the others . After a moment Ron said that Harry wasn’t leaving; he was staying. Mrs. Weasley apparently wasn’t going to stand for this and then looked at her husband then said to Ron and the others.
“No, he is not!” Mrs. Weasley said, “He isn’t ready to face him yet!”
She felt sorry for Harry because he had to get Voldemort in the end. But he wasn’t ready Mrs. Weasley had his best interests at heart.
“ Molly, get Ginny and Hermione. I will talk to Harry,” Mr. Weasley said forcefully as Ginny walked in the house looking scared and ran to Ron‘s room. She was going to warn Harry that she just saw Voldemort but he already knew.
“Fine, but hurry up. He’ll be here at any moment!” Mrs. Weasley explained fearfully looking towards her husband
“Ron, help your mother,” ordered Mr. Weasley looking at room as Ron turned around to go back upstairs..
Mr. Weasley walked up the stairs and he thought to himself as he was walking up the stairs. He hated to leave this house but if I can leave so can he! Then he reached Ron’s room and opened the door. He immediately noticed Ginny curled up on Harry; she was looking up at his face fearfully.
“Please, Harry… don’t wait for Voldemort! Please leave with us!” she said, crying, because he wouldn’t listen to her no matter what she said, she then noticed her father walk in and dried her tears up.
He walked around and around the room glancing at everything but Ginny then he finally spoke. He knew he must say this if something ever happened, he had to do this so he said it.
“Ginny, look—I love you. I’ve got to stay and fight no matter what happens, and if I die, I want you to know that I died like a man, instead of hiding from him, and don‘t worry I‘m not going to have it all here I need him to know that I’m going to get him, for everything he’s done to me.” Harry explained this to Ginny hoping she would understand.
He noticed for the first time how much Ginny really loved him, he looked at her face and saw those cute freckles that reminded Harry of Ron. He really was in love with here but he had to do this in the end no matter how much pain he was in, he had to do it.
“ No, Harry, you will not stay here” Mr. Weasley said interrupting Harry’s and Ginny's conversation and trying to help him in the long run.
Harry was in shock he didn’t realize that Mr. Weasley was in the room he was only aware that Ginny was. He even felt that Mr. Weasley felt his pain that’s why he wasn’t screaming. He had to do this no matter what even if no one was behind him in his decision.
“ No, Mr. Weasley. I can’t run. He’ll continue to track me down until he kills me, or I kill him.” Harry said to Mr. Weasley, staring directly into his eyes looking at Mr. Weasley tired expression.
Mr. Weasley then sighed and looked at Harry‘s determined expression and looked at his daughters fearful expression and then he looked at the window then looked downstairs. He walked towards the door and finally said.
“Fine, Harry. I understand. We will leave you here,” Mr. Weasley said quietly, unable to convince Harry to come with them.
So Mr. Weasley hugged Harry goodbye, turned at the door, and croaked “It’s been nice to know you, Harry. May you be safe for now.” Looking at Harry’s sad expression. Then he walked down the stairs and sat on the final step. Thinking about how much Harry was really like James, he always stood up to an challenge.
“ I...I.... Love...you,” Ginny said, unable to hold the emotion in her voice. She knew that Harry wouldn’t mind her crying, so she immediately ran up to him and kissed him. Sitting next to him on the comfy bed.
“ I...love you too,” He answered silently, holding Ginny in his arms, unable to think of anything to say to her to make her feel better.