Ginny's Story

Chapter 32 An Uneasy Feeling

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I'm sick and stuck in bed, so I might even write a few more chapters... you lucky readers haha!

And I know this is short, but it's necessary in a way :)

Chapter 32 An Uneasy Feeling

As I tiredly hauled myself out of bed on the thirtieth of April, I frowned. Something wasn’t right - I knew it. It was just a feeling in the back of my heart, but my head was telling me to trust it.

I looked around the tiny room I was staying in at Aunt Muriel’s house, wondering if perhaps there was someone there, spying on me. A Death Eater, perhaps. But there was no one. I knew then it didn’t have something to do with me as such, but instead people I cared about. People like Harry, Ron and Hermione.

The whole day I went through my chores as normal, still feeling like something wasn’t right. I didn’t know what it was, however, until Dad came home with his eyes glued to the Daily Prophet, a mixture of fear, pride, and disbelief on his face.

“Hey Dad,” I said casually. “Could I please see the Daily Prophet?” I knew that whatever the feeling I had was connected to, I would find it out by reading the Prophet.

“Um,” Dad began, unsure. “Let me just show your mother first and see what she says, ‘kay?” Dad gave me a one-armed hug and went to show the newspaper to Mum.

I plonked myself on Aunt Muriel’s old couch that had springs popping out of the material, and frowned. What could all of this be about? I knew deep in my head it had something to do with Harry, and perhaps Ron and Hermione, too. But I didn’t know what it was. My heart raced as I replayed Dad’s look of fear as he read it. Surely Harry wouldn’t be… dead? I would know if he was. Wouldn’t I? I couldn’t help the few tears that escaped from my eyes at the thought.

I heard Mum shout from the kitchen, so I ran in there. She was staring at the paper with wide eyes, pointing at it like it was a dirty cockroach.

“It’s not true!” she shouted. “It can’t be true! We raised Ron better than that!”

I grabbed the paper and saw a picture on the cover of Gringotts completely destroyed with a dragon flying ahead. As the picture zoomed in to the dragon, I saw three figures clutching on to it for dear life. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all looking terrified, but I saw Harry’s face had a hint of smugness on it. Nobody but somebody who knew him as well as I did would be able to notice it. But that look returned some hope back into my heart.

I scanned the article quickly; learning Harry, Ron and Hermione had broken into Gringotts and stolen something from Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault and escaped with only a few minor injuries. The article took a negative spin on the whole thing, of course, but I knew that whatever they were doing, it would help defeat You-Know-Who.

“What’s so bad about it, Mum?” I asked. “They escaped!”

“It was a childish and foolish thing for them to do!” Mum cried. Dad was standing near the door, ready to escape from the kitchen if she got too emotional. Smart man, my dad was. “I think it’s a trick! To turn the supporters of Harry against him by making them think he just wants more gold. They didn’t break into Gringotts, Ginny. I know it.”

“They did, Mum!” I said defiantly. “I know they did because of this… this feeling I’ve had all day. Mum, you know they’re doing things to stop You-Know-Who, and they’ll do whatever they can to achieve that, even if that means breaking into Gringotts!”

Mum ignored me. “And what are those horrible robes Ronnie’s wearing?” she said, tears spilling out of her eyes. “And Hermione! I never thought I would see her wearing something that… that… dark-wizard-ish!”

I looked closer at the paper and saw Ron wearing black robes with buckles across his chest. It looked like he was wearing a disguise, but it was so obviously Ron. That made me think that maybe they did have better disguises they just wore off. Hermione was wearing a black, fitted robe with a lower neckline than what we were used to seeing Hermione in. There was a lot of material draped around her shoulders that she was tugging around her to keep her warmer. It looked like something Bellatrix would wear… maybe that’s how they got into Gringotts. Maybe Hermione was impersonating Bellatrix.

I began to laugh. It was a giddy laugh full of relief that they were all okay. But I soon stopped, realising for the first time that this was just the beginning; the beginning of a war that would only finish if we all put up a massive fight. 

Dun dun duuuuuuuuuun! And so it begins :) The next few chapters should be much more exciting than these last few ones I've written! I'm really excited to write them now!

I worked out how many chapters the rest of this will be... I think I'm going to have 40 chapters (estimate, not exactly! I'm not psycic), so about 8 more left :') I'm going to be so sad when it's over!

Emily<3