continued on her laptop from a fanfic she did in Microsoft Word on her computer (which is over 2 hours away from her currently)
"Harry! Haaarrryy!"
Harry jerked up from the chintz chair he had been sleeping in. He looked around Number 12 Grimmauld Place that he had inherited from his Godfather Sirius. Had he been dreaming?
"Harry, in the fire!"
Harry twisted his head from the ceiling to the fireplace in front of him.
"Oh hello, Ron, what's up?" he said, seeing his best friend's face in the fire.
"No time for that, he's got Ginny!"
Harry froze, the hair on the back of his neck rising.
"Who?" It sounded so macho coming out of his mouth, like Christian Bale from Batman Begins, or Howl's Moving Castle.
"You-yo--Voldemort!!"
Harry immediately got up and felt his pocket. His wand wasn't there. Frustrated, he started searching all over where he had been in the past few minutes.
"Oh, Harry?" said a voice, sing-song like.
Chills suddenly ran down his spine. He had heard that voice many times before, and this time, the tone of the voice seemed extremely serpentlike. He slowly turned around, and saw his face.
"What have you done with her? Tell me where she is!" he demanded.
"Oh, of course I'll tell you. You see, I also want to see you." He stopped for a moment, his head looking around the room.
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Even when my people came here, they didn’t think you would live here. Should’ve thought to stay here even after you left your uncle’s house. They said 'Hi' by the way."
Harry swallowed some spit that had been collecting in his mouth. Said?
Clenching his fists, he knelt down and said, “What did you do?”
“Why don’t you come and find out? Your wand is on your chair, by the way. Come here.” All of a sudden Harry’s mind was filled with an image that he recognized as the graveyard where Voldemort’s father lay at rest.
Voldemort’s eyes glinted as he said; “I shall see you there. And your little friend will too.” Harry heard a shrill scream and looked down at the floor. He knew who that was. When he looked back to the fire, Voldemort’s face had dissappeared.
Harry knelt there for a moment. What Dumbledore would have said filled his mind. Voldemort is luring you there just to finish you off! He knows you haven’t destroyed the last horcrux. Where is the bloody horcrux anyways?
..It doesn’t matter. I’ve got to get Ginny.
Harry got up with all the dramatic slow-mo you could get. He grabbed his wand, and slow-moed to the front door. At the doorstep, he looked around for any muggles. Seeing none, he squinted his eyes, thinking about the graveyard. With a loud pop, he had disappeared.
Harry fell to the ground when he arrived. He wasn’t very good at reaching his destination without falling over.
“Ah, Harry. How nice of you to join us!” Harry jumped up and looked over at Voldemort. Voldemort was holding Ginny by the neck, and she was turning purple.
“LET HER GO!!” Enraged, he stomped over there, keeping his wand up and his distance.
“Ah, but don’t you know?” Voldemort grinned evily.
“Don’t I know what?” Frustrated, he walked a little closer.
“You see, in her first year at Hogwarts, little Ginny found a diary,” he maliciously looked at Ginny, “and she started writing into it. Do you know what happened then?”
Harry remembered. When he had met Tom Riddle, he said that Ginny had “poured a bit of her soul into the diary”. No, that couldn’t mean…
“Yes indeed, Potter. I knew you and Dumbledore would sooner or later go after my horcruxes, and so, I did the one thing possible. I made Ginny into one! Isn’t it wonderful?”
Harry started to cry. He loved Ginny more than anything, and he couldn’t bear to destroy her.
“So, you can have her! Do what you want. Will you destroy her, or will you keep her alive and try to fight me as I am immortal?” With that he threw Ginny towards him.
Harry caught her before she went to the ground. He looked into her face; she was looking up into his bottle-green eyes, quietly sobbing.
With the dramatic tick-tock music in movies, Harry let her go.
He was still looking at her as he turned to face Voldemort, wand raised. Ginny looked at him with horrified eyes.
“No Harry!! You can’t defeat him when he’s immortal! Please! Kill me!” Ginny yelled at him, broken between sobs. The only man she ever loved would die in front of her.
“That’s not an option, Ginny!” he yelled back, wiping away tears from seeing her cry.
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