Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse @ghostandmiracle42
Act II, Chapter 6

Act II, Chapter 6: Shattered Hearts


All the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws erupted in cheers. Fred and George slapped him on the back, and all his housemates were calling out their congratulations. And through it all, Harry Potter sat, staring at Albus Dumbledore with a look of total shock, mixed with horror etched across his face.

Forcing his eyes away from the Headmaster, he looked at Ginny. She was not cheering. Her face was like a mask. Mouth set in a thin line and no colour in her cheeks at all. But her eyes… her eyes screamed hurt and betrayal. He had promised not to enter, and he hadn't. But there his name was, on the parchment in Dumbledore's hand.

"It wasn't me," He told her over the screams, "I was with you the whole day. I made you a promise." He tried to project a feeling of comfort and security, but Harry thought he failed quite spectacularly, as he himself felt neither of those things. Ginny's face remained an impassive mask, and the Gemini Rune was ice cold.

"Please believe me," he begged, reaching out and grabbing her hands in his. Ginny looked into his eyes, and in an instant, the Gemini Rune blazed with warmth, and her façade shattered. She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed.

"Mr Potter if you could come up the front please?" Dumbledore said. Ginny pulled herself away, her face bright red. Though whether that was from embarrassment or the Gemini Rune, Harry wasn't sure.

Standing on shaking limbs, he made his way to the centre of the Great Hall as the school continued to cheer. Well, everyone except the Slytherins of course. Jessica was smirking so hard she actually had dimples in her cheeks; Draco Malfoy was so red Harry thought his head might explode, and Snape looked like he would have Harry in permanent detention if he could manage it.

He stepped up to Dumbledore and accepted the offered parchment. He looked down at it and saw, plain as day, the words 'Harry Potter – Hogwarts'. Only it was quite clearly not his handwriting. The writing was incredibly elegant. In fact, judging by the looping on the 'r's', it looked more like a calligrapher's handwriting than his own. Harry frowned. Now that he thought about it, the writing seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite remember where he'd seen it before.

Harry followed Dumbledore's gestured hand to the side door, avoiding the stunned expression on Professor Lupin's face, and the proud one on Hagrid's. Behind him, Dumbledore was addressing the crowd once more.

"Excellent! We now have our three champions! But in the end, only one of them can go down in history. And only one school will hold the Triwizard Cup!"

Harry walked down a set of stairs and found himself in the Trophy Room. Claire and Peter were standing next to a large fireplace, talking to a portrait of the four Founders.

"I learned Druidic magic myself you know," Rowena was saying.

Then, as one, the four noticed Harry's entrance. Helga immediately rushed out of the frame, Godric pumped his fist in the air and started berating Salazar, who winked slyly at him, while Rowena just gave him a sad smile.

"Oooo. Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived! This game just got a whole lot more interesting!" Claire exclaimed, cracking her fingers. "No offence Parker."

Peter didn't seem to care too much, he was staring at a silver award in one of the cabinets. Harry had been in this room before, on Detention for Filch, and that trophy bore the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle, for special services to the school.

"Voldemort," Harry said, gesturing to the award. Peter looked up, seemingly noticing his presence for the first time.

"Why do you have an award to him?" He asked. Claire snapped her head towards the towards the cabinet and frowned.

"Am I missing something?"

Harry pulled out his wand and drew the words Tom Marvolo Riddle in the air. Then he flicked his wand, and the letters rearranged themselves to form I am Lord Voldemort. Claire's mouth formed into a silent O.

"As to why it's still there, no idea," Harry replied.

The door at the top of the stairs banged open, and Dumbledore, Strange, O'Neill, Bagman, Crouch and Moody walked inside.

"Three champions!" Bagman gushed, "Excellent. Now, Barty, the rules." Crouch, who looked suitably chastised at being told what to do, cleared his throat and read from a piece of parchment in his hand. "The First Task will be held on the 24th of November, and the First Match will be between Ilvermorny and Alcheringa and will take place on the 4th of December. You will not be told what the objective of the task is until the day of, but nobody is going to stop you from attempting to discover it yourself. You are not allowed to seek help from the staff pertaining to the Tasks of the Tournament itself, but any other means of protecting yourself or enhancing your skills are open to you. The only spells outlawed are the Unforgivable Curses, and you must not cast any spell with the intention of killing your opponent. You may, however, stun, incapacitate or injure, and you must complete each task to proceed to the next."

Crouch placed his paper back into his pocket, turned on his heel, and left the room, Bagman trailing behind.

Dumbledore clapped his hands, "Well, the three of you should head back to your common rooms. I'm sure your friends are already preparing suitable parties for your triumphant return. Good luck to you all." Dumbledore turned and walked back towards the Great Hall, Moody on his heels.

Giving the others a hasty goodbye, Harry raced after them. He may not trust Dumbledore, but he – and Moody if he was supposed to be in charge of security – needed to know Harry hadn't put his name in.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry called, pushing open the door and racing out into the hall. The two men stopped and turned towards him.

"Yes, Harry?"

"You need to know. I didn't put my name into the Goblet," He said, catching his breath. Moody's face, which seemed to hold a permanent scowl, became even more tense than usual. His magical eye was spinning around in its socket.

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked the twinkle in his eyes vanishing as a look of concern flitted across his face.

"I didn't put my name in. I didn't care about being Champion. This parchment isn't my handwriting." He held the paper to Dumbledore, who took it in hand and scrutinised the curly writing. Moody's magical eye latched onto the paper, while his normal one stared at Harry.

"While I don't claim to be an expert, you're right, this isn't your handwriting. Nor the handwriting of any student I recognise." Moody broke contact with Harry and stared at Dumbledore. The scarring made it impossible to get a read on what the man was thinking.

"But who would want to enter me into the Tournament?"

Dumbledore frowned and continued to stare at the paper.

"I'm not sure."

"I can think of a few people," Moody growled, snatching the paper from Dumbledore.

"There are a lot of folks out there who want you dead, Potter. Death Eaters, Dark supporters, Pure-blood fanatics. You name it. People die in this Tournament, maybe they're hoping some of the beasties lined up will do it for them."

Dumbledore reached out and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, "Don't worry yourself about it, Harry. Auror Moody and I will look into it, but if you keep up your studies and your exceptional learning so far, I don't see you having much of a problem. After all, you've already killed a Basilisk and driven back an army of Dementors, not to mention of three encounters with Lord Voldemort, you have come out on top in all of them. Now, I dare say Gryffindor House is waiting anxiously for your return, you'd best get up there." Harry, knowing a dismissal when he saw one, slowly made his way out of the hall.

"Potter!" Moody shouted as Harry reached the doors, "Constant Vigilance! If someone is trying to snuff you, you don't want to let them know you're onto them!" Harry nodded to the grizzled Auror, before turning and racing up to Gryffindor tower, ignoring all the portraits that congratulated him on the way.

The moment the portrait swung open, Ginny's voice came booming out into the corridor.

"… CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D BE SO SELFISH!"

Sensing incoming trouble, Harry dashed quickly inside. Fred and George each held one of Ginny's arms, seemingly to stop her from charging at someone on the other side of the room. Hermione held Ginny's wand tightly behind her back, while the entire rest of Gryffindor House stood around them in a circle yelling the words, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Over and over again.

"YOU'D TURN ON YOUR BEST FRIEND!? FOR WHAT! A BIT OF MONEY? YOU ARE THE MOST SELFISH, JEALOUS PERSON I HAVE EVER SET MY EYES ON RONALD WEASLEY!"

Harry pushed his way through the crowd and jumped between Ginny and Ron, who was standing, fists clenched, staring at his brothers and sister in rage.

"What the hell is going on here?" Harry yelled, desperate to stop the impending disaster. He didn't notice Lavender Brown slide Ron's wand from his pocket and hand it to Hermione.

"THIS NO-GOOD PIECE OF FILTH!"

"Ginny! Calm down! Now, what is the problem?"

"YOU!" Ron yelled so loud that everyone's hands went to their ears.

"Me?"

"That's right. All my life I've been the last person on the pile. Bill – Hogwarts Head-boy and Curse-breaker. Charlie the Dragon Tamer. Percy the Ministry Man. Fred and George – Pranksters Extraordinaire. Ginny – the only girl and best in her year. Oh, and Ron. Harry Potter's best friend. For years I've been standing in your shadow. Harry Potter – the youngest Seeker in a Century! Harry Potter saved the Philosophers Stone! You wouldn't have gotten near it if I didn't help you across that chess-board. Harry Potter kills a Basilisk and saves Ginny! Harry Potter summoned a Patronus and saved Sirius Black! Harry Potter apparates at age fourteen and saves Ginny again! Harry Potter, Seeker for Hogwarts. Now, Harry Potter Triwizard Champion. You know what? I'm done being second best. I'm done hanging around your attention seeking, egotistical ass! Go find yourself a new best friend. I'm done with you. I'm done with your Defenders. And stay the hell away from my sister!"

Harry stood in a state of shock ten-times worse than when his name came out of the Goblet. In fact, the entire room seemed to be as petrified as he was. Everyone except Ginny. She broke free of Fred and George and lunged at Ron. The pair crashed into a bookcase, completely destroying it and scattering books and shelves falling all across the floor. Ginny, who landed on top, then proceeded to punch Ron in the nose, and the 'snap!' that followed caused everyone to cringe. Harry and Hermione broke from their frozen state first and rushed over to the pair. Ron lashed out, pushing Ginny back.

"GET OFF!"

She fell back, and struck her forehead on the broken bookcase, before collapsing and smacking the back of her head on the stone floor.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled, the Gemini Rune flaring in pain against his skin, his heart jumping into his chest. Harry and Hermione dropped to their knees next to Ginny and rolled her over. She was unconscious. A large gash, full of splinters, had opened above her eyebrow, and blood was pooling at the back of her head. Ignoring the feeling of absolute fury building up within him, Harry focussed on the pain stemming from the Gemini Rune, using it to focus on the girl in front of him.

"We have to get her to the Hospital Wing!" Harry exclaimed, frantically looking to Hermione. She appeared as terrified as Harry felt, but nodded quickly and pulled out her wand.

"Mobilliarbus." Ginny's body floated into the air and straightened as if held by a Muggle spinal board, and Harry and Hermione rushed out of the portrait hole.

"I've alerted Madam Pomfrey, she's waiting for you!" The Fat Lady called in anguish. They rushed through the corridors faster than Harry ever had before, trying desperately to ignore the darkening of Ginny's red hair or the wide-open cut over her eye. As soon as they arrived at the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey congratulated Hermione on her quick spell casting and took over, levitating Ginny to a bed and immediately setting to work using her wand to knit her eye back together.

"Hermione, go wake Professor McGonagall. Tell her what happened," Harry said, not taking his eyes off Ginny. Hermione rushed out from the room, and Harry sat down on the bed opposite Ginny, focussing on the pain coursing through the Gemini Rune. He closed his eyes for a second and opened them again.

He was standing in the City, in the centre of the portal room he had been in the last time he was here. Quickly, he stepped down from the platform and looked around. The moon was shining through the gorgeous stained-glass window. Suddenly, a scream of pain ripped through the building, and the entire City trembled before it. To Harry's right, a door slid open on the bottom floor and without thinking, he ran through it into a long hallway lit by shimmering golden spheres of light attached to the ceiling. At the end of the hall were two doors that looked very out of place. One was a deep mahogany wooden door trimmed in Gryffindor colours – identical to his door in the Home – the other was a soft oak that Harry had also seen before. He rushed to the oak door and pulled it open to reveal an exact replica of Ginny's room at the Burrow. The walls were painted a bright green, with Holyhead Harpies posters plastered over them. There was a bookcase with dozens of books in the corner. And lying on the bed beneath the window, which had a magnificent view of the City outside, was Ginny, in the same clothes as the outside world, trembling and screaming in pain as she wreathed on the sheets.

Harry dropped to his knees beside the bed and took her hand in his.

"Ginny, wake up. Come on, come in here with me," he whispered, threading his fingers with hers. Ginny went very still for a few moments, before opening her eyes and locking onto Harry.

"Harry?" She muttered.

"It's me."

"My head is killing me," she groaned, rubbing her hand along her eye, where a scar had formed across her eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it right now," he told her softly.

"Where are we?"

"We're in the City. I think I'm in your head right now," he admitted, looking around the room. Ginny blushed and followed suit.

"Potter!"

Harry and Ginny both jumped as the voice echoed through the room. The door swung open, and the sound grew stronger.

"Potter, can you hear me?"

"I think someone's trying to get my attention," Harry said, turning back to Ginny. He smiled when he realised, she had fallen back to sleep. Only this time she was resting peacefully. He tucked her beneath the covers and closed his eyes again.

When he opened them, he was lying on a Hospital Wing bed, Professor McGonagall hovering over him.

"Hi Professor," Harry said slowly, refocussing on the world around him. Hermione and Professor Dumbledore were standing with Madam Pomfrey next to Ginny. Fred and George stood with Ron in the corner of the room.

"Are you alright?" McGonagall asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was helping Ginny," he said, not really thinking about anything besides Ginny, who was still lying unconscious as Madam Pomfrey fed a potion down her throat.

"How were you helping her exactly?" the Professor asked, a look of confusion etched across her face.

"I was in the City. She was in pain. I had to help her." Dumbledore snapped up at that and looked over at him.

"You were communicating with Miss Weasley?" he asked, walking over and sitting down on the end of the bed.

"Yeah. It's the first time I've done it while awake. It usually happens when we're dreaming," Harry said, realising his mistake. "It's to do with the Gemini Runes I think."

McGonagall still looked confused, but Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

"Now. Perhaps someone could tell us what exactly happened?" The Headmaster asked.

Fred and George launched into the tale, telling the two professors about what happened in the tower in excruciating detail. Harry and Hermione ignored them, instead focussing on Ginny. Madam Pomfrey had fixed the head wounds and given her a potion to combat the concussion, Hermione explained, but she would still be disorientated when she woke.

After the Twins finished, a furious McGonagall took them, and a shamefaced Ron, back up to Gryffindor Tower to dissolve any remaining party goers. Harry and Hermione, who refused to leave Ginny's side, remained in the Hospital Wing, while Dumbledore went to inform Mr and Mrs Weasley of what had occurred.


Harry missed most of the events of the next morning to stay with the still sleeping Ginny in the Hospital Wing. And to miss the blatant cheering and staring that would inevitably come from the entire school. Hermione, who had gone to down to grab breakfast for both her and Harry, witnessed the whole thing.


Hermione completely ignored Ron when she walked into the Great Hall. She couldn't believe he could be so incredibly stupid and jealous of Harry to say those things. Harry was famous for one reason. Because his parents were dead! He'd trade it all for the opportunity to grow up like Ron had, with a family that actually cared for him. Why couldn't he understand that?

When Harry had been so thrilled to get away from the Dursleys the previous year, she had known instantly there was more than he was telling. So, she had snuck out of the house one day over the summer while her parents were at work and made her way to Number 4 Privet Drive. She had peered through the window and had actually gagged at the people she saw. The giant walrus of a man was obviously 'Uncle Vernon,' and the boy her age was clearly Dudley. She honestly couldn't believe someone could be so fat! Then she had caught a glimpse of the cupboard under the stairs. The one with the lock on the outside. Harry was not nearly as careful as he thought he was, she had known there was something about a cupboard that haunted him.

She had ranted and raged at her parents when she got home that night. Not that anything had been their fault, but they were the only ones she could talk to. She had raved about Dumbledore abandoning Harry to never once check up on him and about the Dursleys for being wastes of space. She had inadvertently let slip some of her more colourful adventures at Hogwarts during her rant, as her Mum and Dad had sat her down and forced her to admit to exactly how she had met the mass-murderer Sirius Black, and about the giant snake that had almost killed her, both things she had deliberately not told her parents about. She had also sheepishly revealed some of the preliminary plans she had drawn up for Harry's Defenders. She had even created a manifesto.

But Ron's actions to Harry, while horrible, could be explained, and weren't the reason she completely refused to even look at him. It was because of what he had done to Ginny. She didn't care how angry he was, or what Ginny might have been doing to him. He had deliberately shoved her at full strength, and she was in the Hospital Wing because of it. He gave his own sister a fractured skull for heaven's sake! If they had been at a Muggle Hospital, Hermione wasn't sure Ginny would have escaped without brain damage. Even with Magical Medicine, Ginny would have a thin scar over her eye for a very long time. It might have been an accident, but she was not ready to forgive that any time soon. And to think she had actually started to get a crush on him! Well, screw that! Not until he matured a great deal at least.

Just as she had started to pile some toast and bacon onto a napkin, two owls flew in, apparently late. One delivered Hermione's copy of the Daily Prophet, the owl clearly irritated at her late arrival. The other was Errol, the Weasley family Owl - and it dropped a Howler right in the middle of Ron's plate. Stuffing the newspaper in her pocket, Hermione forced herself to look at Ron. His nose had apparently been fixed while she wasn't looking, and he was shovelling food in his face like he did every other meal. But you could tell from his swallow and pale face that he hadn't slept a wink. And there were precisely three empty spots around him.

Suddenly glad she came down to breakfast, Hermione noticed an empty spot at the Ravenclaw table next to Luna and Matt and plonked down onto it as Ron started to panic at the sight of the as yet unopened Howler.

"Defenders meeting later today. Get up to the Home as soon as you can. Tell the others," She whispered to the blonde girl. Despite her oddities, Hermione quite liked Luna. Her interesting way of looking at the world kept Hermione on her toes and constantly pushed her to research new and exciting things. Plus, her ability to hear Magic was incredibly fascinating and Hermione was just itching to start studying it.

"Where's Harry and Ginny?" Luna asked as Matt nodded.

"Harry didn't put his name into the Goblet. Someone else did, but that's not the worst thing," she told her. Then she pointed to Ron, who had given in and opened his letter. The red envelope flew up into the air, but instead of Mrs Weasley's screeching, a cold male voice came out.

"Ronald Weasley. Do you know how completely and utterly furious I am right now? I don't suppose you do. And you should be very thankful that I had to stun your mother so she couldn't do this herself. I am a very forgiving person. All of your siblings know that. But this? This I will not tolerate. I want you to try and imagine what went through my mind when I received a letter via Phoenix from Professor Dumbledore, in the middle of the night. Now I want you to picture my face when I read that not only did you get into a fight with your best friend where you called him, I believe the quote was, "an attention seeking, egotistical ass," but you actually sent your sister to the Hospital Wing. Picture my face. Do you want to know what happened when your mother read the message? She set the Burrow on fire. I spent an hour putting out the flames in our bedroom.

"Now I don't want to hear any excuses. Not a single one. I imagine a letter is already on its way from Fred and George, but I won't need it. Your mother and I will be at the school after Breakfast this morning. You will be in the Hospital Wing caring for your sister, who is there because of you when we arrive, or there will be total hell to pay. And if I find out you were in the Great Hall stuffing your face when you received this… you will deserve every single stare and snigger that you receive a hundred-fold.

"This is not over."

The Letter promptly burst into flames, disintegrating into Ron's bacon and eggs. Then Luna jumped to her feet, a look of righteous fury on her face that Hermione had never seen before, and stalked over to Ron. The red-head only noticed she was there when she grabbed him by the ear and, showing more strength than Hermione thought possible for someone so petite, hurled him from his seat and dragged him out of the Hall. Fred and George, who had apparently arrived part-way through the Howler's speech, took the thrashing Ron from the small blonde and dragged him by his arms towards the Hospital Wing, Hermione and Luna following behind, while Matt gathered the others.

When they arrived, Mr and Mrs Weasley were already talking to Harry, who was still sitting by their daughters' side.

"Well. For what it's worth. Congratulations on getting picked as Champion, Harry. I'm sure you'll do excellent," Mr Weasley said. He looked much older than when Hermione last saw him. His hair seemed to have thinned, and he had dark shadows under his eyes. As soon as he saw Fred and George dragging Ron, his expression went ice cold. The twins dropped their brother on the floor and went back to sitting next to Ginny, on either side of Harry. Neither one had made a single joke since it happened. Arthur stared at Ron with barely contained fury. Molly's rage was nowhere near as measured.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Mrs Weasley screeched, "I HONESTLY CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE THE SON I RAISED RIGHT NOW! I DON'T CARE HOW ANGRY YOU ARE, YOU DO NOT HIT YOUR SISTER! YOU DO NOT HIT ANYONE! EVER!"

"It was an accident…" Ron muttered, his face a bright shade of crimson. Madam Pomfrey was seemingly in full agreement with Mrs Weasley, as she didn't even make a move to quieten the raging Weasley matriarch. Luna kicked Ron in the shin for good measure, before walking over to sit on the bed next to her best friend. Hermione followed, not wanting to be in Ron's presence for another moment.

"AN ACCIDENT! YOU CALL A FRACTURED SKULL AN ACCIDENT!""

"How is she?" Luna asked Harry, a tear sliding down her cheek as she looked down at Ginny's sleeping face.

"Madam Pomfrey fixed most of the damage last night. She's resting now, but she'll still have a concussion when she wakes up, and the scar over her eye will take a while to fade," Harry told her softly. Hermione grabbed Luna's free hand and squeezed, trying to push some comfort across to the distraught girl.

"But she broke my nose!"

"THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HIT BACK!"

Mrs Weasley's rant went on for another fifteen minutes until she was interrupted by a soft and shaky voice.

"Mum…" But Mrs Weasley didn't hear her and continued to yell at her son.

"Ginny? Can you hear us?" Harry asked, tightening his grip on Ginny's hand.

"Tell Mum… stop…"

"Mrs Weasley!" Hermione yelled, and Molly stopped mid-rant, seeing Ginny's eyes slowly squeeze open.

"Ginny!" She exclaimed, rushing with Arthur to the bedside, which was becoming rather crowded.

"Heya Gin-Gin. You gave us quite a scare," George said.

"Was my fault…" Ginny wheezed, "I attacked him. Was an accident."

"That doesn't change that he still did it, sweetheart," Mr Weasley said.

"Don't blame… please…" Then Ginny pulled Harry's arm up to her chest, rolled onto her side and snuggled into it, falling back to sleep. Harry, seemingly oblivious to the crowd, placed his head down on the bed beside her and kissed her head, before using his free hand to place a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Hermione noticed that Mr and Mrs Weasley seemed rather shocked by this, and realised Ginny mustn't have told them about the developments between her and Harry. She resolved to pull them aside before they went home and warn them.

Mr Weasley, snapping out of his daze, turned back to Ron, who was still lying on the floor.

"Ron. You're grounded for the rest of the year, and you're on probation for the rest of the term at Hogwarts. You will be coming home over the Christmas break where you will be cleaning the entire house from top to bottom without magic and by yourself, on top of every other chore your Mother sets you. Come summer, you will be waiting on your sister hand and foot, as I'm sure she will not wish to come home over Christmas. You will not be allowed to play any Quidditch, and you will not be a part of the Hogwarts Delegation."

"I didn't get selected anyway…" Ron muttered darkly.

"Well I'm sorry about that, but the punishment stands. Now I want you to go up to your dormitory, where you are going to write me a fifteen-foot essay on exactly what happened the past twenty-four hours, why it happened, and how you are going to learn from it. This essay will be turned in to Professor McGonagall by Monday Morning. Do you understand?" Mr Weasley said, pulling Ron to his feet. Ron looked to Ginny and Harry, and Hermione caught a look of rage pass over his face before he turned back to his father and said, "Yes Dad."

"Good. You have a lot to think about."

Ron turned and fled the room. Mr Weasley conjured a large plush couch and pulled Mrs Weasley, who had started sobbing, down onto it with him.

Hermione turned to Harry.

"Harry. I've called a Defenders meeting. The others should be gathering as we speak. Do you want to come?"

Harry looked Hermione in the eye, and shook his head, before turning back to Ginny.

"I'll come," Luna said, standing up.

Together, the duo bade their goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Weasley, before vanishing up to the Sixth-Floor Corridor.

When they reached the Home, everyone, Sirius and Tonks included, was already there.

"I can't believe Ron did that," Jessica lamented.

"I told them what happened," Luke said softly.

"Yeah, and he's lucky I can't walk down there and punch him myself," Sirius growled.

"Look, guys, as bad as Ron's actions were, I've brought you all up here for a different reason." Then she told them everything Harry had explained to her last night. About not entering his name in the Tournament, the mysterious handwriting, and Moody's belief that a Death Eater might be responsible.

"So, what do we do about it?" Danny asked.

"I'm going to talk to Moony, then I'm going to start cleaning this place out and dusting off the cobwebs. The Home was designed as a safe-house for a reason. It's about time we got it back in shape," Sirius exclaimed. Then he stood up and transformed into a shaggy black dog, before running out into Hogwarts.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Matt asked.

They didn't find out the answer until Ginny woke up again three days later.

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