Never Good Enough
Summary: Sometimes the hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else. H/G- R/R
Chapter 1: Flight from the Burrow
A petite red head of about fourteen wandered outside her home. The stars twinkled overhead and seemed to whisper and wonder why such a small girl was outside at that hour. Normally Ginny, that is Virginia Weasley, would have whispered and told them every single detail of her troubles but for some odd reason Ginny felt that at that point her troubles were none of their damned business.
Ginny shivered and hugged her night gown tighter. She knew she should have grabbed her jacket off of the coat hanger in the back porch. Sighing deeply she shrugged and whirled. She then started heading back to her home but then she changed her mind and whirled around again and briskly walked into the forest ahead of her.
Her long nightgown caused leaves to rustle behind her and every time Ginny stepped on a twig she would unexpectedly jump. Even though horrible thoughts of Voldemort and what he could do if he caught her here of guard and alone kept running threw her mind but Ginny kept on. Sure she was afraid but not enough to show it or admit it to the world or to herself.
At last she was there, the small pond shone in the starlight and Ginny could have sworn that the tiny waves were whispering her name. The reeds and the cat tails hung low and creaked in the wind. There was a slight breeze that blew Ginny's hair behind her. Peacefully Ginny sat down in the sand and hugged her knees to her chest. There was a gust of warm wind and Ginny smiled slightly and whispered a thank you to the one who had suddenly made the air around her warm. The warm was so much better then the cold.
Taking her stockings off, she stretched her leg out and dipped her toes into the pond. Even the water was warm. Lying on her back she let the water play with her toes. This was so relaxing.
A twig snapped behind her and Ginny paid it no mind. It was probably just an animal and if it was just an animal all she had to do was grab her wand and..BOOM! Buh-bye bear, tiger or wolf.
Now there were footsteps, light so the thing belonging to those footsteps was small or didn't weigh much; definitely not a bear, tiger or wolf. The footsteps sounded too big to be a squirrel. What was it?
Baffled now and out of pure curiosity Ginny sat up and pulled her stockings on. There was a human presence behind her now, she could feel it. The presence moved; she knew who it was.
"Hello, Harry," she whispered sleepily.
"Hi, nice night for a stroll through the woods," Harry smiled and sat beside her.
"Awfully nice," Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry sat a bit closer. It was getting hotter.
"Ginny," Harry turned to her and she looked up at him, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I've always loved you and only now have I realized that I have been too foolish to realize it!"
"Oh, Harry!" she leaned in for the kiss but with a POP the dream ended and she sat up in bed.
That's how it always happened. With her mad at somebody in her home wandering outside her house and towards the little pond in the woods and then Harry would show up and they'd almost kiss when it ended.
Those dreams were horrible. She almost preferred dreams of Tom torturing her soul to dreams of Harry torturing her whole being with 'almost' kisses. It really wasn't fare that he could torture her this way when she knew that she barely caused him to blink an eye.
At the beginning of the summer her 'dreams' had starred Dean Thomas and she had loved the fact that they wrote to each other every night; telling one another about their day and their plans for the morrow. But later on in the summer her dreams still starred Dean Thomas but this time a new character stepped in, Harry Potter. Harry would pry Dean away from her and start to pound on Dean all the while she was wishing for Dean's safety but cheering Harry on. Then her dreams started off with Dean and ended with Harry and now her dreams simply starred Harry.
Ginny had been afraid to tell Dean about her dreams in their letters but she knew at heart that she was done with him. They had absolutely no chemistry plus she still wanted Harry. So one day while she was writing to Dean she had told him that she was sorry but she just didn't see him like that anymore. It had hurt her to say so for she did have feelings for him but her feelings for Harry were much, much stronger. His reply had been a simple and short 'I'm so glad you think so! Ron's been getting suspicious and sending me death threats saying that if I hurt you he'll gather up all your brothers and hunt me down. I'm almost jumping for joy that you're the one who has ended us!' There had been no 'Dear Ginny' or no 'Love from Dean'. There had been just that dratted sentence and the funny thing was that. It didn't even bother her, at all.
Ginny dearly needed a drink of water so as nimbly as a cat Ginny hopped out of bed and wandered down the dark hallway. She passed Charlie's empty bedroom and the bathroom before turning a left and tip-toeing down the stairs.
When she turned the corner Ginny paused. The light in the den was on and a number of people were whispering. Where she stood wasn't a very good place to eaves-drop so she tip-toed back up the stairs as quietly as she could left the second landing leading to the hallway Ron's room was on, crossed the hall and went down the stairs leading into the kitchen. That way she'd be able to get a cup of water and listen to the conversation in the den without them knowing.
The kitchen was dimly lit by the light on in the den and Ginny could at least tell where she was going. Grabbing a cup out of the cupboard Ginny silently turned the tap on and was so happy that, that night the water had chosen to stay quiet. The whispers coming from the den were too hard to make out so Ginny decided to move closer when she was finished with her cup.
Placing the empty cup in the sink she tip-toed over to the den entrance and plastered herself to the wall. Still she couldn't exactly make out their voices and who was making them. An idea struck her and she almost ran up the stairs and into Fred and George's room. The two boys were sleeping deeply and snoring loudly so Ginny didn't think they'd mind if she just grabbed the Extendable Ear lying on the top of George's bureau.
She tip-toed down the stairs again and bent down low to crawl to the den entrance which she did. Reaching her hand out and around the corner she quickly attached the ear to the wall. As she did this she brushed something and panic filled her. She waited horror-stricken for them to find her. Nobody came. Shrugging relieved she stood up and ran back up the stairs and into her room. She knew that she would have to praise Fred and George for this wonderful creation.
Lying down on her bed she placed the ear piece inside her ear and listened to what was going on downstairs..
..Mrs. Weasley sat on the couch her husband on her left and her eldest son, Bill, on her right. Dumbledore sat across from them nestled quite comfortably inside the comfiest chair of the Weasley household.
Charlie leaned against the wall next to the entrance dividing the kitchen from the den. Something brushed against the back of his leg and he looked down to see a small, skinny hand attach one of the twin's Extendable Ear's to the wall. He knew it was Ginny. The hands were far too small and white to be any of his brothers. He didn't care she needed and deserved to hear this.
"Albus," Mrs. Weasley whispered her voice so quiet Charlie had to strain to ear, "What does this mean?" Professor Dumbledore spoke quite calmly, "It means Molly that Voldemort is closer than we have ever thought him to be."
"He knows that Harry is in Privet Drive why one earth would he have come to Ottery St. Catchpole?" Mr. Weasley spoke up squeezing his wife's hand.
"Maybe he knows that we are close to Harry?" Bill volunteered, "Or maybe he thinks Harry's here?" Everyone looked at Dumbledore. They new he had come with news of Voldemort and of his whereabouts but they had no idea that Voldemort was in their village! Panic filled each and every one of them and Mrs. Weasley wasn't able to stop shaking.
"I'm afraid not. He knows that Harry is still in Privet Drive," Dumbledore sighed.
"Than what has he come here for?" Charlie asked rather bemused. Earlier Dumbledore had said that Voldemort and about ten death-eaters were roaming the streets heading some place; looking for somebody.
"He has come here, young Mr. Weasley, for your sister," Charlie's jaw dropped and his eyes bulged. Ginny? What on earth did Voldemort need Ginny for? Why were they all sitting around talking while Voldemort could be coming up the walk any minute? Mrs. Weasley gasped, Mr. Weasley looked as if he was about to cry and Bill sat there completely stunned.
"Why would they need Ginny?" Bill asked his eyebrows knotted together.
"I'm not to sure," Dumbledore admitted, "But I think it has something to do with the bond that she and Harry share."
"What bond?" Bill asked eyebrows knotted together in pure confusion.
"Oh, didn't you know?" Dumbledore's calm tone vanished slightly, he sounded surprised, "Well, whenever a wizard saves another wizard the wizard that had been in danger now owes them or ... In this case your sister and Harry share a bond."
"So why are we just sitting around like a bunch of idiots?" Charlie had to fight to keep his voice a whisper.
"Well, Charlie, I ask you that same question!" Dumbledore suddenly spoke up loud and clear, "Molly, go wake the others; Arthur come with me; Bill, Charlie see that your mother and the other's make it to #12 Grimmauld Place unharmed."
And with that Dumbledore got up and left the den Mr. Weasley following close behind. The door opened and the two men left. Without hesitation Charlie raced up the stairs and into his sister's room where she lay on her bed completely stiff with horror. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes bulged slightly.
"Ginny!" Charlie shook her back to the present.
"Oh my bloody god!" Ginny gasped, she was terrified, horror-stricken. There was absolutely no amount of words for the fear she felt, "Charlie!"
"I know, kiddo," Charlie gave her a quick hug and then pulled her out of bed, "Now, hurry and get packed. Don't bother to change. Just grab a bunch of stuff you need, you know, girl things and a few clothes. Stuff them into a bag and hurry!"
Ginny scrambled to her bureau and motioned for Charlie to toss her the backpack that hung on her door handle. He tossed it and she started to shove clothes into it. Charlie stood in a forced patience as he waited for Ginny to finish her packing.
"Good?" he asked and she nodded. He grabbed her wrist and the two of them ran down the stairs and stopped in the den to see a rather disheveled Ron and two very drowsy twins. Mrs. Weasley ran to Ginny leaving Bill to explain what was going on to the three boys.
"Ginny! Honey, there's no time t explain! Bill, Fred, George run out to the shed and grab each of us brooms.
"Mum?" Ron asked yawning.
"Don't ask questions your sister's in grave danger! We all are," she almost yelled at her youngest son who shrugged and sat down on the couch.
"Ron! Don't sit down you must be ready to leave for #12 Grimmauld Place," Mrs. Weasley said in a hoarse whisper.
"Brooms, why don't we just take the chimney?" he asked rather too confusedly for Ginny's liking and she couldn't keep her mouth shut during her brother's bored escapade.
"Because you dolt, the Burrow isn't attached to the Flu Network as of this summer for security reasons!" she snapped and Ron jumped, "Don't you pay attention to anything dad says?"
"Alright, alright," Ron rolled his eyes, "Show me my broom!"
At that precise moment Bill, Fred and George burst into the room arms filled with brooms.
"Alright then, Ginny gets the fastest one!" Mrs. Weasley said grabbing Ron's brand new broom, passing it to Ginny. Ron frowned and took the second best one. Charlie grabbed a broom and then Mrs. Weasley. Fred and George chose next and Bill took the left over.
"Ready? Let's fly!" Mrs. Weasley ordered and everyone followed her though the kitchen and out the backyard. Ginny mounted her broom and pushed off with her feat. She hovered in mid-air while her mother spoke to her brothers,
"Bill? Charlie? You remember the way to Grimmauld Place? Good. I want the two of you to lead your siblings there. Don't worry about your father and I. We'll be fine," and with that she flew off into the village.
"Alright then let's go!" Charlie pushed off the ground and before long the six of them were flying off and into the clouds.
There was a loud, male screech from below and Ginny looked down she couldn't see a thing but she could tell that they were flying right over Ottery St. Catchpole.
Her breath caught in her throat and she grimaced when the killing curse was roared and a woman screamed. Please not let that have been her mother! Terrified tears streamed down her cheeks and she nearly choked on them.
"Whatever you do don't look down and keep flying!" Charlie yelled and Ginny obeyed too frightened to do anything else anyways.
What do you think of my story so far? Hehe, I'm trying here! I've got this awesome idea for a killer plot so long as you keep reviewing I'll keep updating! Get the picture? lol
Summary: Sometimes the hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else. H/G- R/R
Chapter 1: Flight from the Burrow
A petite red head of about fourteen wandered outside her home. The stars twinkled overhead and seemed to whisper and wonder why such a small girl was outside at that hour. Normally Ginny, that is Virginia Weasley, would have whispered and told them every single detail of her troubles but for some odd reason Ginny felt that at that point her troubles were none of their damned business.
Ginny shivered and hugged her night gown tighter. She knew she should have grabbed her jacket off of the coat hanger in the back porch. Sighing deeply she shrugged and whirled. She then started heading back to her home but then she changed her mind and whirled around again and briskly walked into the forest ahead of her.
Her long nightgown caused leaves to rustle behind her and every time Ginny stepped on a twig she would unexpectedly jump. Even though horrible thoughts of Voldemort and what he could do if he caught her here of guard and alone kept running threw her mind but Ginny kept on. Sure she was afraid but not enough to show it or admit it to the world or to herself.
At last she was there, the small pond shone in the starlight and Ginny could have sworn that the tiny waves were whispering her name. The reeds and the cat tails hung low and creaked in the wind. There was a slight breeze that blew Ginny's hair behind her. Peacefully Ginny sat down in the sand and hugged her knees to her chest. There was a gust of warm wind and Ginny smiled slightly and whispered a thank you to the one who had suddenly made the air around her warm. The warm was so much better then the cold.
Taking her stockings off, she stretched her leg out and dipped her toes into the pond. Even the water was warm. Lying on her back she let the water play with her toes. This was so relaxing.
A twig snapped behind her and Ginny paid it no mind. It was probably just an animal and if it was just an animal all she had to do was grab her wand and..BOOM! Buh-bye bear, tiger or wolf.
Now there were footsteps, light so the thing belonging to those footsteps was small or didn't weigh much; definitely not a bear, tiger or wolf. The footsteps sounded too big to be a squirrel. What was it?
Baffled now and out of pure curiosity Ginny sat up and pulled her stockings on. There was a human presence behind her now, she could feel it. The presence moved; she knew who it was.
"Hello, Harry," she whispered sleepily.
"Hi, nice night for a stroll through the woods," Harry smiled and sat beside her.
"Awfully nice," Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry sat a bit closer. It was getting hotter.
"Ginny," Harry turned to her and she looked up at him, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I've always loved you and only now have I realized that I have been too foolish to realize it!"
"Oh, Harry!" she leaned in for the kiss but with a POP the dream ended and she sat up in bed.
That's how it always happened. With her mad at somebody in her home wandering outside her house and towards the little pond in the woods and then Harry would show up and they'd almost kiss when it ended.
Those dreams were horrible. She almost preferred dreams of Tom torturing her soul to dreams of Harry torturing her whole being with 'almost' kisses. It really wasn't fare that he could torture her this way when she knew that she barely caused him to blink an eye.
At the beginning of the summer her 'dreams' had starred Dean Thomas and she had loved the fact that they wrote to each other every night; telling one another about their day and their plans for the morrow. But later on in the summer her dreams still starred Dean Thomas but this time a new character stepped in, Harry Potter. Harry would pry Dean away from her and start to pound on Dean all the while she was wishing for Dean's safety but cheering Harry on. Then her dreams started off with Dean and ended with Harry and now her dreams simply starred Harry.
Ginny had been afraid to tell Dean about her dreams in their letters but she knew at heart that she was done with him. They had absolutely no chemistry plus she still wanted Harry. So one day while she was writing to Dean she had told him that she was sorry but she just didn't see him like that anymore. It had hurt her to say so for she did have feelings for him but her feelings for Harry were much, much stronger. His reply had been a simple and short 'I'm so glad you think so! Ron's been getting suspicious and sending me death threats saying that if I hurt you he'll gather up all your brothers and hunt me down. I'm almost jumping for joy that you're the one who has ended us!' There had been no 'Dear Ginny' or no 'Love from Dean'. There had been just that dratted sentence and the funny thing was that. It didn't even bother her, at all.
Ginny dearly needed a drink of water so as nimbly as a cat Ginny hopped out of bed and wandered down the dark hallway. She passed Charlie's empty bedroom and the bathroom before turning a left and tip-toeing down the stairs.
When she turned the corner Ginny paused. The light in the den was on and a number of people were whispering. Where she stood wasn't a very good place to eaves-drop so she tip-toed back up the stairs as quietly as she could left the second landing leading to the hallway Ron's room was on, crossed the hall and went down the stairs leading into the kitchen. That way she'd be able to get a cup of water and listen to the conversation in the den without them knowing.
The kitchen was dimly lit by the light on in the den and Ginny could at least tell where she was going. Grabbing a cup out of the cupboard Ginny silently turned the tap on and was so happy that, that night the water had chosen to stay quiet. The whispers coming from the den were too hard to make out so Ginny decided to move closer when she was finished with her cup.
Placing the empty cup in the sink she tip-toed over to the den entrance and plastered herself to the wall. Still she couldn't exactly make out their voices and who was making them. An idea struck her and she almost ran up the stairs and into Fred and George's room. The two boys were sleeping deeply and snoring loudly so Ginny didn't think they'd mind if she just grabbed the Extendable Ear lying on the top of George's bureau.
She tip-toed down the stairs again and bent down low to crawl to the den entrance which she did. Reaching her hand out and around the corner she quickly attached the ear to the wall. As she did this she brushed something and panic filled her. She waited horror-stricken for them to find her. Nobody came. Shrugging relieved she stood up and ran back up the stairs and into her room. She knew that she would have to praise Fred and George for this wonderful creation.
Lying down on her bed she placed the ear piece inside her ear and listened to what was going on downstairs..
..Mrs. Weasley sat on the couch her husband on her left and her eldest son, Bill, on her right. Dumbledore sat across from them nestled quite comfortably inside the comfiest chair of the Weasley household.
Charlie leaned against the wall next to the entrance dividing the kitchen from the den. Something brushed against the back of his leg and he looked down to see a small, skinny hand attach one of the twin's Extendable Ear's to the wall. He knew it was Ginny. The hands were far too small and white to be any of his brothers. He didn't care she needed and deserved to hear this.
"Albus," Mrs. Weasley whispered her voice so quiet Charlie had to strain to ear, "What does this mean?" Professor Dumbledore spoke quite calmly, "It means Molly that Voldemort is closer than we have ever thought him to be."
"He knows that Harry is in Privet Drive why one earth would he have come to Ottery St. Catchpole?" Mr. Weasley spoke up squeezing his wife's hand.
"Maybe he knows that we are close to Harry?" Bill volunteered, "Or maybe he thinks Harry's here?" Everyone looked at Dumbledore. They new he had come with news of Voldemort and of his whereabouts but they had no idea that Voldemort was in their village! Panic filled each and every one of them and Mrs. Weasley wasn't able to stop shaking.
"I'm afraid not. He knows that Harry is still in Privet Drive," Dumbledore sighed.
"Than what has he come here for?" Charlie asked rather bemused. Earlier Dumbledore had said that Voldemort and about ten death-eaters were roaming the streets heading some place; looking for somebody.
"He has come here, young Mr. Weasley, for your sister," Charlie's jaw dropped and his eyes bulged. Ginny? What on earth did Voldemort need Ginny for? Why were they all sitting around talking while Voldemort could be coming up the walk any minute? Mrs. Weasley gasped, Mr. Weasley looked as if he was about to cry and Bill sat there completely stunned.
"Why would they need Ginny?" Bill asked his eyebrows knotted together.
"I'm not to sure," Dumbledore admitted, "But I think it has something to do with the bond that she and Harry share."
"What bond?" Bill asked eyebrows knotted together in pure confusion.
"Oh, didn't you know?" Dumbledore's calm tone vanished slightly, he sounded surprised, "Well, whenever a wizard saves another wizard the wizard that had been in danger now owes them or ... In this case your sister and Harry share a bond."
"So why are we just sitting around like a bunch of idiots?" Charlie had to fight to keep his voice a whisper.
"Well, Charlie, I ask you that same question!" Dumbledore suddenly spoke up loud and clear, "Molly, go wake the others; Arthur come with me; Bill, Charlie see that your mother and the other's make it to #12 Grimmauld Place unharmed."
And with that Dumbledore got up and left the den Mr. Weasley following close behind. The door opened and the two men left. Without hesitation Charlie raced up the stairs and into his sister's room where she lay on her bed completely stiff with horror. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes bulged slightly.
"Ginny!" Charlie shook her back to the present.
"Oh my bloody god!" Ginny gasped, she was terrified, horror-stricken. There was absolutely no amount of words for the fear she felt, "Charlie!"
"I know, kiddo," Charlie gave her a quick hug and then pulled her out of bed, "Now, hurry and get packed. Don't bother to change. Just grab a bunch of stuff you need, you know, girl things and a few clothes. Stuff them into a bag and hurry!"
Ginny scrambled to her bureau and motioned for Charlie to toss her the backpack that hung on her door handle. He tossed it and she started to shove clothes into it. Charlie stood in a forced patience as he waited for Ginny to finish her packing.
"Good?" he asked and she nodded. He grabbed her wrist and the two of them ran down the stairs and stopped in the den to see a rather disheveled Ron and two very drowsy twins. Mrs. Weasley ran to Ginny leaving Bill to explain what was going on to the three boys.
"Ginny! Honey, there's no time t explain! Bill, Fred, George run out to the shed and grab each of us brooms.
"Mum?" Ron asked yawning.
"Don't ask questions your sister's in grave danger! We all are," she almost yelled at her youngest son who shrugged and sat down on the couch.
"Ron! Don't sit down you must be ready to leave for #12 Grimmauld Place," Mrs. Weasley said in a hoarse whisper.
"Brooms, why don't we just take the chimney?" he asked rather too confusedly for Ginny's liking and she couldn't keep her mouth shut during her brother's bored escapade.
"Because you dolt, the Burrow isn't attached to the Flu Network as of this summer for security reasons!" she snapped and Ron jumped, "Don't you pay attention to anything dad says?"
"Alright, alright," Ron rolled his eyes, "Show me my broom!"
At that precise moment Bill, Fred and George burst into the room arms filled with brooms.
"Alright then, Ginny gets the fastest one!" Mrs. Weasley said grabbing Ron's brand new broom, passing it to Ginny. Ron frowned and took the second best one. Charlie grabbed a broom and then Mrs. Weasley. Fred and George chose next and Bill took the left over.
"Ready? Let's fly!" Mrs. Weasley ordered and everyone followed her though the kitchen and out the backyard. Ginny mounted her broom and pushed off with her feat. She hovered in mid-air while her mother spoke to her brothers,
"Bill? Charlie? You remember the way to Grimmauld Place? Good. I want the two of you to lead your siblings there. Don't worry about your father and I. We'll be fine," and with that she flew off into the village.
"Alright then let's go!" Charlie pushed off the ground and before long the six of them were flying off and into the clouds.
There was a loud, male screech from below and Ginny looked down she couldn't see a thing but she could tell that they were flying right over Ottery St. Catchpole.
Her breath caught in her throat and she grimaced when the killing curse was roared and a woman screamed. Please not let that have been her mother! Terrified tears streamed down her cheeks and she nearly choked on them.
"Whatever you do don't look down and keep flying!" Charlie yelled and Ginny obeyed too frightened to do anything else anyways.
What do you think of my story so far? Hehe, I'm trying here! I've got this awesome idea for a killer plot so long as you keep reviewing I'll keep updating! Get the picture? lol