The Unknown Potter [COMPLETE]

Chaptet Thirteen

          Doors. I was dreaming about doors. A circle. I walked through a door in the Department of Mysteries. I shut the door. The circle of doors spun around me, switching up their order, until they stopped. I had no idea where I needed to go. I screamed in frustration, with the lower voice. I didn't even know how to get out. I heard footsteps coming down a hall. I swore loudly and apprated out of the Department.

         I shot awake, feeling like my scar was burning a hole in my face. I yelped, tracing the scar with my finger. When I looked around, the dorm was empty. The sun was overtop the castle. I looked at my watch. It was noon.

         "Bloody hell!" I swore. I scrambled out of bed, trying to find clean robes. I had my tie, cloak, and skirt, but I was struggling to find my shirt.

         "Hey, Gwen, you up yet?" Ginny asked. She must have seen my empty bed, and the contents of my trunk flying everywhere. "What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

          "Trying to find shirt. Need help." Ginny walked up and started looking through the contents on my bed, until she picked up a torn piece of parchment.

          "Hey, isn't this the parchment from your third year? When Emily and I cut Fred in the face with an Exploding Snap! card?"

          "Hey, give me that!" I yelled, reaching for the paper. Gin and I wrestled on the bed for it, until I snatched it from her hands.

           "Do you really want to know who this was from?" I asked.

           "Yes!" Ginny said excitedly.

            "It is from a muggle boy, named Peter, whom I loved. It started the year before I started Hogwarts. Yes, I know I was young, but we were soulmates Gin. In this letter, he told me he didn't care that I was a witch, he would still love me the same."

             "Why are you flirting with George then?" Ginny asked, sitting down.

              "I am not! But, I can't love him anymore. He died, a year ago. It was brain cancer." I started to cry.

              "What is brain cancer?" Ginny asked. She was a pureblood, so she wouldn't know.

              "It is a disease that starts with one cell. Those cells keep multiplying, until they overtake the body, eventually killing the person. Peter's cancer happened in his brain."

              "Oh, Gwen." Ginny gave me a Molly worthy hug. She just hugged me until I had settled down.

              "That's why I had been shutting myself out, and reluctant to love George."

              "Because you don't want to feel that pain again," Ginny finished for me. I nodded.

              "Yeah. That's exactly why."

              "You know what, Gwen? Pain is a part of life. Now, here me out. You are going to be hurt in life. That can't stop you from doing things! You can't shut your heart, because that thing would not do well in a cage. You only have one life to live. Live it. Love George. If pain comes along, then I will stand by your side. Emily and Hermione right beside me. What do you say?"

              "Yeah. You're right. Ginny. I will love him. Thank you!" I said, hugging her one more time. "Now come on and help me, I have a shirt to find!"

              Ginny and I walked down the stairs about 10 minutes later, to see only Hermione and Emily in the Common Room.

              "What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

               "Waiting for you," Emily said.

               "Yeah. You do realize it's about 12:30 right now?" asked Hermione. I nodded.

               "I like my sleep. You guys know that," I said. Hermione only shook her head

               "Gwen, you never sleep in this late. Never. The only times you sleep past ten are when you are having bad visions. I know what happened, Gwen. Spill."

              "Okay. I was Voldemort (everyone in the room cringed) again. I had made it down the passage, in the Department of Mysteries. I opened the door, only to find a circle of doors. When I shut the door behind me, the circle began to spin, until they stopped in a completely different order. I was so frustrated, I yelled and apparated out of the room."

             Everyone just sat there, curious, amazed, and terrified by my vision. They were still stuck in the trance when I just decided to ditch them and go get some lunch.

             I was halfway to the Great Hall when I bumped into George in the hallway.

            "Hey," he said. "Listen, I have to talk to you about something."