Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 8, 2005 20:37:11 GMT -5
"Here, dear, this will help remove some of those thoughts you have in your mind about tonight. Only the negatives will be removed, dear." Madam Pompfrey said kindly. Such kindness was rare these days, unless what you got from others of your own house and/or school. Not much was received from the Slytherins, for not one had ever really been nice to him, cept for the rudeness, kind manneredness of malfoy when they had first met. Harry jumped slightly as he heard Ginny's sweet voice enter his ears once more. He smiled gently, taking her hand in both of his hands which had been damaged from Quidditch in his recent years from being seeker. His eyes looked at her, then Madam Pompfrey as the girl made a gesture and began to speak. "She'll be fine Harry. You need not worry about her. Let her rest. You could use some too. Feel free to use on of the beds in the room, mind I find them in their proper places in the morning. You two will be fine. If anything should happen, the charm I set on the doors will go off. Good night." Then she parted, leaving the two in the dark. Harry's eyes traveled to the doors, noticing they were glowing slightly and a barely audible beeping sound was coming from them. He turned back to Ginny, his hands warm and comforting. True he was tired, but he was unwilling to leave her side for even a moment. "Ginny, are you alright?" He asked, eyes traveling up and down her fragile, young frame as it lay under the covers.
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Post by ginny on Dec 8, 2005 20:45:10 GMT -5
Ginny smiled as she felt Harry's hand become tangled with her's. "I'm fine." She said, still smiling. Although as she raised her head slightly, she winced in pain, still having an extremely majour headache. She fell back against her pillows, her face filled with pain and fear. She was scared for herself.....and especially Harry. She would die for Harry if she had to. She looked up at him, staring intently at his brilliant emerald green eyes. "Harry...." She said, her voice only a small whisper. "I just want you to remember that I love you." She said, before falling into an unexplainable unconsciousness.
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Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 8, 2005 20:58:50 GMT -5
''Ginny I love you too.." Harry managed to say, just as she fell into an unexplainable unconciousness. He found his glasses on his face, then took a great yawn as he rose up to standing, using his wand to pull the sheets over of a bed that was right next to Ginny. He was too lazy to do so manually and just as tired to realise that he had performed a non-verbal spell. He found himself pull his clothes off until he was down to his boxers. He shivered, finding it was quite cold. He soon dove into the sheets and snuggled up against the warmth of the pillows and blankets. Soon, his thoughts wavered away and he found himself falling into a deep sleep that was filled with him and Ginny defeating hundreds of death eaters side by side, as it should be.
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Post by ginny on Dec 8, 2005 21:10:12 GMT -5
Ginny woke up screaming. She looked around her, her eyes clouded with fear and horror and her face as pale as parchment. She immediately stood up but in her haste, she toppled over and fell to the floor with a crash. She hadn't even remembered that Harry was here as she rushed to the doors, trying to wrench them open but to no avail since Madam Pomfrey's charms were still on it. She ran over to Harry. "Harry!" She screamed, shaking him. "Wake up!" She said desperately.
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Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 8, 2005 22:31:54 GMT -5
Harry stirred from his sleep and bolted upright, pushing the pillows back with his hand as he sat up, eyes watching Ginny in curiousity. "What's the matter Ginny?" Harry said quietly as possible as now to wake some students in the corner of the room. He wondered if she had a nightmare, for that's what it sounded like. He had just been awakened from an excellent dream about Gryffindor beating Slytherin for the seventh time in a row in the future. Then, the dementors came in his dream, ruining everything he so dearly loved. Stupid, half - witted creatures, always budding into one's business, especially when you didn't want them to.
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Post by ginny on Dec 8, 2005 22:36:06 GMT -5
Ginny looked at Harry desperately. "It's Him! He's coming!" She screamed, her face drained of all colour. She had never been this scared before and it even frightened herself that she was this hysterical. "He's coming to kill you!" She said, tears brimming her eyes.
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Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 8, 2005 22:55:06 GMT -5
((OOC: Woah. You are a drama queen aren't you? lol. I shall de-throne you!! muwahahaha!!))
Without being able to comprehend what she was saying, the front doors burst open and a dark figure entered the room, eyes glowing red through a dark cloak hood pulled over its head. Harry knew at once who it was and stood up, finding his wand in his pocket, drawing it from the pocket. He could here Madam Pompfrey scream for Dumbledore, and then a loud BANG!! as Albus stormed into the room, disarming Voldemort just as quick as he had entered. Voldemort whirled around, eyeing Albus warrily. He feared for his very life as he looked at the man, wondering why he had come so quickly. Dumbledore advanced on Voldemort and in a dark gesture, he had sent Voldemort onto the ground, wreathing and screaming horribly as the Cruciatus curse was placed upon him. Harry had never seen something like that before, but he had felt it once before and knew the pain it brought with its torture. Harry's eyes widened as Death Eaters and Aurors filled the room. On instinct, he scooped up Ginny and fled the room, leaving the people to battle it out horridly, wondering how they had come with all the enchantments protecting the school from such a raid. Every where there were students racing, here and there, trying to make sense of it all. Harry whizzed passed the portraits who were screaming in terror. The fat lady was no where to be seen, but there was a new person standing there and he screamed the password hastily. He entered the room, watching the terrified faces look at Ginny, many of them asking if she was alright, what was happening, even Fred and George were frightened out of their wits, holding each other. He set Ginny carefully onto the couch, propping her upright as he held her, eyes on the door. "I don't know what's happening, but it's got something to do with the ministry. I think that man McNair was just a scout as he let Voldemort into the castle. They should have it sorted out soon." And indeed it was getting taken care of for just outside there were curses flying by non-verbal means and everything was going oddly about, but the battle was actually short. Death Eaters were being taken in chains and handcuffs, but Voldemort had eluded the ministry and took off. Dumbledore tried to follow, but to no avail.
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Post by ginny on Dec 9, 2005 15:19:22 GMT -5
Ginny felt herself get scooped up into Harry's voice, watching as the portraits passed by her quickly when Harry rushed them both to the common room. After seeing Fred and George holding each other in fear she would have normally smiled but today was such a fearful day, so instead of smiling she grimaced and her face was as pale as parchment. She looked around scared as Harry laid her on the couch carefully and gently. She nodded as she heard Harry, not really understanding or comprehending what he was saying since she felt like she could die of fear. How could all of this happen? How did the Death Eaters get into the castle? Why hadn't Dumbledore protected them before Voldemort had entered the room? It made no sense. She was starting to believe Harry when he had said that Dumbledore had set them up after they had exited his office about 3 hours ago, although it seemed like it had been 3 days. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, sighing deeply as her fellow Griffindors ran past her with fear shining in their eyes trying to comprehend what was happening.
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Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 9, 2005 19:38:52 GMT -5
Dumbledore came around the corner, hands on the hands of a Death Eater and shoved him into a cage like device that was being used to transport the criminals. He came outside, giving the Death Eater a hard push into the cage and he immidiately turned around, cursing himself as he came out of earshot of the ministry. Fudge would not be as happy to see the headmaster of the school was losing him touch. Albus came to the stairs and climbed them quickly, turning into the hallway of the seventh floor corridor just as he ran into Minerva. "What is going on here Albus?! I am running around, finding Death Eaters at every corner. They should not be here Albus, I don't care what you're trying to pull off with James and Lily's.." But she was cut off by Albus interrupting her. "Forgive my interuption Minerva. Was it not you who suggested it? Harry is perfectly capable of teaching any subject, even replacing my job for that matter." Dumbledore said, loudly enough so Harry could hear him through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room. Harry's eyes widened as they talked so greatly, over him, yet he himself could not see why he was so wonderful. He had no parents in the future, no future of his own, but here he was with Ginny, the very person that kept him going. He stroked Ginny's soft face absentmindedly as he watched the door to the common room, his eyes red in anger and fear combined all in one.
He could hear McGonagal and Dumbledore left, their footsteps echoing down the hall. One by one the students left the room, walking sleepily upsatirs and leaving the two of them alone on the couch. He tore his gaze from the door, his eyes traveling to his love's face as he finally was able to blink. His head tipped back onto the top of the back of the sofa, hitting it softly and it bounced afew times before resting in one single position there on the back of the couch. He smiled gently as his eyes became entranced by her young face, wondering if he was going mad. He took a pillow and placed it under her head, for he had set her head on his lap so she'd be more comfortable, but now he stood, rising to his feet as his hands traveled up to his head, grabbing his hair along with abit of his scalp. He didn't know what was happening, but felt he had been betrayed by Dumbledore and now McGonagal it seemed. He came to the balcony, green eyes scanning the horizon as he felt a horrid burning sensation in his throat. Suddenly, though not suprising because of the consideration they were in together. He spewed all over the side of the tower, the evening's contents staining a small portion of the ground. His stomach was so sore from the disgust he felt for having been so wrongfully betrayed. "How could he have done that? I can't believe he would do something to deliberately harm me or Ginny, hell, any student for that matter," his eyes traveled towards where Ginny lay peacefully,"He wouldn't harm the ones I so desperately love? Oh mum, dad? Why did you leave me when I need you now, more than ever?" He said, feeling his eyes burn with tears. He couldn't take it any more and collapsed right there on the balcony, silently crying into the sleeves of his robes, his head racing with angry thoughts towards nearly everyone, except Ginny. She had been the only great thing in his life now and he had felt he had betrayed her, moreso than he had been by Dumbledore.
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Post by ginny on Dec 10, 2005 9:48:05 GMT -5
Ginny stood up, a look of anger and sadness written in her light brown eyes. She walked over to Harry and embraced him in a hug, pulling him into her lap as she whispered comforting words. She cursed Dumbledore. Why did he have to betray Harry and herself? Why everyone else? Why hadn't he prevented the DEs from coming into the castle first of all with that stupid gadget in his office? She hadn't meant for these thoughts to sound rude since she somewhat still trusted Dumbledore but she was extremely angry with Dumbledore and now McGonagall for what she had said to Dumbledore. She continued to rub Harry's back with the palm of her hand, wishing for every bad thing that was happening to her love would just go away. Ever single DE gone, Voldemort gone, and how everyone was pressuring him to do something at such a young age. He was only 15 after all! She sighed deeply, rocking Harry back and forth on her lap as she continued whispering that everything would be alright and that they just needed to stick together.
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Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 11, 2005 13:33:55 GMT -5
Harry didn't understand why all this was happening to him. More than anything he just wanted to be a normal boy, despite the fact he was never going to be that way. Even the fact that his scar had not yet been placed on his head for the event hadn't taken place quite yet sort of disturbed him. He wanted all this to fade away and it be just him and Ginny for the rest of their lives. He loved her more than life in itself, yet could not find words in which to tell her he didn't want her to be involved with all these things he was forced to do. If he happened to lose her, there would be nothing left for him. Yeah he had his mother, father, Hermione and Ron, even more people from his house, but it wasn't enough without her.
Harry pleaded with his insides as he pulled him onto her lap. Tears streamed down onto her clothes as he cried like he had never cried before, eyes burning with the liquid. His mind swirled like mad, around the good things, the bad and just the plain ugly that could not be escaped, no matter how hard he tried. He soon brought a sleeve to his face and wiped his tears from his eyes, sopping the ones in his eyes down his face in torrents. He smiled slightly, knowing she would always be there for him. He pulled her close, never wanting her to leave him. He didn't want to put her in danger and the thought of him breaking up with her might have come into his mind if he did not press his lips firmly to her own. His love was like a boiling pot of water, boiling over onto a stove. He loved her and nothing could change that, no matter what anyone did to try and break them apart. He rested his hands on her hips, right along her pant's line.
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Post by ginny on Dec 11, 2005 13:46:17 GMT -5
Ginny watched Harry continue to cry and it pained her to see it. She felt as if her heart was breaking each time she saw a tear escape her love's eye and slide down his cheek. She didn't even notice that her shirt was soaked with his tears and even it she had noticed, she could've cared less. She sighed deeply, kissing him back more forcefully. She wished that Voldemort and his DEs would just disappear forever and she could save Harry before he went mad with all the pressure. She knew an outburst was bound to escape his lips soon.
She kissed Harry back forcefully and firmly, her love pouring out of her like water boiling over in a pot. She sighed deeply as she pulled away, now scooting closer to him, if that was possible. She felt his hand placed right on her pant's line. She didn't care, though, as she leaned in again and planted another kiss on his lips, as if trying to reassure him that everything would be alright by kissing him and letting him know that she would alwasy be here for him, never leaving his side no matter what.
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Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 11, 2005 15:40:25 GMT -5
Harry let himself fall back onto the balcony, his eyes shimmering behind his glasses, but one could not see for his eyes were closed as he ravished her. His tounge asked for entry by teasing her abit, touching her lips lightly. It must have been a crime to be this in love with someone and not let them know how much one loved them in return. He smiled playfully in the kiss, a bad habit he often got when he was around pretty girls like Ginny. "I like the feeling I get from you love. It's mezmorizing, entrancing even." Harry purred to her as he brought his head to her ear. One of the hands that was on her side was bold enough to tickle her gently, finding her most ticklish spot and he smiled warmly, letting it be known he was just teasing her. He liked being a tease, mainly because she often teased him in more ways than one.
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Post by ginny on Dec 11, 2005 15:47:40 GMT -5
"Well, I feel the same about you." Ginny said with a smirk as she felt him lick her bottom lip. She opened her mouth slightly, massaging Harry's toungue as it darted into her mouth. She pulled away slightly with a grin as Harry found her ticklish spot. She leaned back in, her lips moving from his to his earlobe, finding his 'sweet' spot behind his ear and nibbling it, occasionally sucking it since she loved the sound of him groaning after she did that.
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Harry Potter
Gryffindor
The Boy who Lived
Yes I am Mister Potter famed 'The boy who Lived' 'The Chosen One', you know, all that jazz.
Posts: 71
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 12, 2005 6:44:00 GMT -5
In his eyes, she was being the boldest gal he had ever met. Harry would keep this to himself though, for she might start to get ideas. He himself was getting not so public thoughts, and pushed some of the away completely, especially the ones about Dumbledore and anyone else that night. Here it was just the two of them as they had kissed each other passionately, never or willing to let go of one another. He couldn't help but laugh as she found his sweet spot behind his ear lobe. So, she wanted to play games, eh? Well, two could play at that game. He made an unexpected moaning sound, sure to do it right next to her own ear as he moved down to her neck and nibbled at it playfully.
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