Nothing But Pain II (standard:romance, 7505 words) [2/2] show all parts
Author: Gryfinndor_Girl	Added: Jul 11 2002	Views/Reads: 2687/2017	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The developing friendship between Harry potter and Ginny Weasley, as told by Harry himself. How will he react when he realises how precious her life is to him?

NOTHING BUT PAIN - PART II As told by me, Harry Potter 

I was having a nightmare, and I knew it. I was being chased through a
deserted graveyard and I was trying with all my might to run away from 
the voices, but the more I ran, the closer they became. I gave a grunt 
of pain as I went sprawling to the floor, and looked up just in time to 
see a tall pale figure laughing down at me mirthlessly. 

‘No one to save you this time Harry' said the high, cruel voice as a
wand was brandished in front of my face. 

‘No' I said, trying to get up, to run away and save myself. 

‘There's no hiding from me Harry' came the voice that was startlingly
close to my ear. 

I whirled round in fear and was greeted by the wand yet again and an
evil smile, before I had time to react he spoke again. 

‘Goodbye Harry, it's been a pleasure...Avada Kadavra' 

I gave a gasp and sat bolt upright. It took me a few minutes to register
I was in my dorm and my heart was still thumping uncomfortably in my 
chest. I took a few steady breaths and listened to the sounds of the 
dorm. Ron was muttering in his sleep, Neville was snoring and two other 
sets of even breathing told me that I hadn't woken anyone up. 

I tossed and turned in my bed for a few minutes, unable to get back to
sleep. My dreams are always so vivid, and this one was no exception. 
Finally after a few more failed attempts to calm myself, I got out of 
bed and threw on an old school robe. I decided that a nice warm fire 
was exactly what I needed right now as I made my way down the stone 
staircase to the common room. 

I paused when I realised that I wasn't the only one seeking the solitude
of the common room. I could see a hunched figure sitting at my 
favourite place in front of the fire, apparently muttering to 
themselves. I crept closer and saw a shock of red hair, knotted on the 
back of the head and secured with what looked like a muggle pencil. 

A smile tugged at my lips as I realised it was Ginny and I stood
watching her curiously for a few minutes, talking crazily to something 
in her hand. I craned my neck and realised that it was a small teapot 
and I decided she had indeed lost her sanity. 

“Please, please work this time, I'm begging you” came her pleading voice
from a cross the room. 

“Did anyone ever tell you it's not right to talk to household
appliances?” I asked her, imagining her embarrassment at being caught 
talking to pottery, especially by me. 

“No, strangely I missed that part” she told me while groaning with
frustration as she examined the teapot, once again. 

I laughed quietly to myself while marvelling at Ginny's new-found
humour. Actually, I reprimanded myself, it may not be new found, I just 
don't know her. For all I know she could have been taking lessons from 
the twins, you don't live with them for so long without a little 
rubbing off. However, there seemed something different about her 
tonight. She didn't seem to be embarrassed or shy and I moved closer, 
all thoughts about my nightmare disappearing. 

“What is the point anyway?” she muttered. 

“The point of what?” I asked. 

“What is the point in transfiguring a teapot into a turtle? Am I really
going to be sitting in my house one day and think, ‘Gee, what I really 
need right now is a turtle, and hey! What do you know, here's a 
teapot...I know, wouldn't it be cool if I could make a turtle out of 
said teapot?'” she ranted, waving the willow-patterned teapot around 
her head quite insanely. 

I gave a snort of laughter as I found myself liking the new Ginny more


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