Ginny finally arrived home as the sun began to set. She stashed her broom away, made sure the envelopes were tucked into her robes, scooped up an exhausted Shikoba, and headed into the house.
"Ginny Weasley!" came her mother's high-pitched voice. Ginny resisted rolling her eyes, sighed, and turned to face her mother with a fake smile.
"Yes?"
"Where have you been?" her mother demanded.
Ginny shrugged. "I just went flying for a little while."
"It's past dinnertime, Ginny!" said Molly Weasely, putting her hands on her hips. "You had Harry worried sick! You said you'd be taking a nap, and then you run off to God-knows-where!"
"I'm sorry," Ginny apologized quickly, beginning up the stairs. "I didn't mean to cause any worry. Is Harry still here?"
"He's upstairs with Ron," her mother said. "You better go straight away, and tell him you're alright."
"I will," promised Ginny, and then she ran upstairs to her room. She dropped Shikoba roughly on the bed, and then took out the files and knelt down, and slid them under her mattress. She looked up at Shikoba, who was lying where she'd dropped him, glaring at her like she'd betrayed him.
"I don't know who or what you are," she whispered sharply at him, "But I'm on to you. You're sleeping outside tonight, so don't get too comfortable."
Shikoba turned his head from her, hiding under his wing. Ginny sighed.
Sometimes a bird is just a bird.
"Shut up," Ginny muttered, standing and turning to face her mirror. She began straightening her hair. "He's not a normal diver if he can walk on land. He's not a normal diver if he can lead me straight to a Death Eater's house. I don't know how you managed it, but something isn't right with him."
I never said I did anything to the bird.
"But you did," spat Ginny, angry. She'd thought the bird was the one thing she could trust not to hurt her, and here it was under Voldemort's control the whole time!
Lord Voldemort is dead.
"Yeah, I know," said Ginny. She pulled her hair into a bun and grabbed the nice perfume Harry had surprised her with a couple months ago.
Has the bird ever harmed you?
Ginny hesitated before finishing spraying the perfume on her throat. "No. But that doesn't mean it won't."
Have I-
"No," said Ginny, slamming the perfume bottle down. "I'm done talking to you tonight. I'm going to go and say hello to Harry, and kiss him full on the lips."
No, you will not.
"Yes, I will," insisted Ginny, now starting to grin. "There's nothing you can do abou-"
Ginny have a sharp cry when she felt an intense pain in the front of her head. She closed her eyes tight and gripped her head, with a hand on each side. She'd never had a headache like this, except it was the same pain she'd felt earlier at Hades Xylander's...
"You're doing this!" she gasped.
Yes, admitted Riddle. And if you kiss Harry it will continue, on and on, for weeks! Are you sure Potter's kiss is worth it?
"What is wrong with you?" Ginny demanded. "How are you doing this?"
I'm gaining power, little Weasley. You cannot stop me.
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Shadows
Fanfic"She has heard a whisper say, a curse is on her..." A year has passed since the Final Battle, and in her ear Ginevra Weasley hears a familiar whisper, and out of the corner of her eye, sees a familiar shadow. [Tom/Ginny. Originally posted to fanfic...
