Hinny, A Beginning (BOOK 1 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

The Forgotten Night

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Harry

Hermoine'd invited me to meet Rita Skeeter and give a proper interview about whether Voldemort was back or not for the Quibler magazine in which Luna could manage to get a publication. We were all aware that no reporter would take Harry's words and write them down, except Rita Skeeter. A woman built to create chaos and write about it. Leaving Hermoine and Ron at dinner, I told them I'd meet them in the common room. When I entered, I found Ginny holding a book and writing on a long parchment. I approached her and sat cross legged beside her.

"Hey." She kept working.

"How'd it go?" I sighed.

"Well, we'll know tonight. Bring your cloak. Three." She smirked, looking up and winking at me. Finally, something productive happened.

"Thanks."

"Hey, what did Hermoine want with Rita Skeeter?"

"Oh, she's planning to post an article in the Quibler about how Voldemort's actually back."

"Brilliant, Hermoine." She kept writing. I realized she was doing her homework, "This is so easy. Firenze is such a cool teacher. Don't get me wrong, I miss Trelawny terribly but he helps." She giggled, reading through the book.

"Ginny, have you met Dumbledore? Has he said anything more about what's..."

"He hasn't even met me since he assigned me with Darcy. I wish I could tell you anything. That's why I'm taking you with me. I just think, it'll be better if you knew how bad things were going." She sighed, rolling up the parchment and shutting her book, "You've had dinner?"

"Not hungry."

"Talk to Cho?" She asked with pursed lips.

"She won't talk. I haven't seen her since."

"Harry, um, anymore nightmares?" She asked sweetly, in her own way.

"Something about the Department of Mysteries. He wants something in there, Ginny."

"Harry. What do you know, about Prophecies?" She whispered.

"Uh, um, I read about them in Divintion, third year." I nodded, "It's a sort of prediction, made by a Seer. Right?"

"Right, someone who can see the future." She nodded, waving her hand, "There is a prophecy. I don't know about what, but..." she looked around and leaned close, "...Voldemort wants it. That's what Dad was guarding at Ministry, Harry. You said you saw a-"

"Room full of crystals and shelves." I added. She gasped a little chuckle.

"That's confirmed it for me. The prophecy is real and he wants it." She chuckled, "I overheard them talking. I think it's about you, Harry." She licked her lips, "And if it is..."

"He shouldn't get it." I added. She nodded.

This new information was extraordinary. I could just hug Ginny...

"Harry?" She muttered, "My hand?" She raised her hand that was tightly held in mine. I chuckled and let it go.

"Erm, Ginny?" We looked up to find Neville standing.

"Oh, hey." She beamed up.

"This is for you. Professor Dumbledore sent it out."

"Thank you." She grinned taking the rolled up parchment from him. He waved at me and left.