|I've known what love is (standard:romance, 13517 words)|
|Author: Gryfinndor_Girl||Added: Jun 28 2002||Views/Reads: 1870/1850||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Harry Potter spin-off. Ginny's confronts the mess that Tom Riddle left in her life with the aid of a new diary, and a certain black-haired boy who lived. Not your normal romance, it's a story of unrequited love <sob>|
‘Come on Ginny' muttered Ron impatiently at my side. “Ron give me a chance I've got loads of books to buy this year' I told him, frowning slightly as I wondered how I was supposed to buy 8 new books with only 12 Galleons. ‘We've been here for ages, come on I want to check out Quality Quidditch Supplies before we meet mum' said Ron, rolling his eyes at me as I checked her book list again. ‘Well you go to the Quidditch store, you can go off on your own you know. Leave me here' I snapped getting impatient with Ron. He'd been in a bad mood ever since the owl from Dumbledore had come back, telling us Harry couldn't stay with us at all during the summer holiday. Owls were arriving from Harry every few days and I could tell they were highly suspicious to Ron. Harry completely skirted the subject of Hogwarts, the rejection by Dumbledore and even refrained from badmouthing the Dursleys in any way. I was taking three times longer than usual this shopping trip, because my mind is so preoccupied. I had managed a sneaky look at some of Harry's letters, and not one of them gave any mention to what happened at the end of last year. My stomach always gives an unpleasant lurch when I remembered what happened on June the 24th. I was sitting in the stands with my mum, Bill, Ron, Fred and George when the task began. I had forgot all pretence of trying to hide my crush of Harry, and was screaming and shouting with the rest of the crowd as he made his way for the glittering cup in the centre of the maze. I shrieked with the rest of the crowd as I saw him face the boggart dementor, gasped when he came face to face with one of Hagrid's Blast Ended Skrewts, and screamed when the giant spider came out of the hedge when he was so close to the end. I watched as Cedric and Harry defeated the spider, and watched with swelling pride when I saw him offer to share to prize with Cedric. I knew Harry wouldn't have taken it, after Cedric had saved him like that, Harry has always been fair. I remember the uproar as Harry and Cedric suddenly disappeared after clutching the cup, and the faces of the judges staring round in as much bewilderment as the rest of the crowd. I can remember the petrifying fear when I realised that it wasn't what was supposed to happen, and the agonising wait for him to return, with every second passing my hope of ever seeing him again fading slightly. I remember Ron comforting me as I sobbed into his shoulder, and the look of utter shock and hopelessness on his face, as we stared at the last place we'd ever seen him. I feel embarrassed as well as sick when I remember that night. The most I have ever to spoken to Harry has probably been two sentences, and I was more distraught than his best friend. The whole school knows that I like him I think, but they all think it's just a little schoolgirl crush, and I think it started off like that. But the moment I saw his body return to Hogwarts that night, it's all changed. The entire population of Hogwarts was crowding around them when they returned, and all I could hear were the shrieks of the people around me ‘He's dead, He's dead!' I had no idea they were talking about Cedric and not Harry, and I felt my world crumble around me. It didn't matter to me that much then that Harry never liked me that way, or that I'd probably never talk to him for more than two minutes, but just his presence in the world made everything ok. But the thought that he was gone forever, and that I would never see him again, even if it was from across the common room or great hall, nearly killed me. The worst thing about that night was not knowing. My mum, Bill and Ron all ran away, left me in the middle of the crowd of screaming students. Fred and George couldn't find me for nearly half an hour as I was swept along in a current of distressed and clueless people. The last I'd seen was Harry staggering to his feet and swaying dangerously, being half dragged away by professor Moody as Dumbledore was confronted by Amos Diggory and his wife. Click here to read the rest of this story (1551 more lines)
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