Bit of Ivory

Alright, so I missed uploading the new section of fic by 54 minutes. So
sue me.
As a teaser, here’s the first two paragraphs of Look to Your
Dreams: section 2–Cherish:
Ginny’s first class the next day was History of Magic, for which she
was duly grateful. It meant she could think without having to act like
she was paying attention. Her dream of last night had unsettled her.
After
crying herself to sleep in the armchair by the fire, the same scene
that
had awoken her before was repeated. It was slightly different each
time,
but the underlying principle was the same—she was engaged to someone
else
(she never did find out who), when suddenly she’d spot Harry in a
crowd.
They’d look at each other and just know. Ginny had woken from
the
last of these scenarios as the light from the rising sun touched her
face.
Startled, she ran back up to her dormitory before anyone could realize
she’d been gone. She made it back into her four poster just in time.
She sat at the opposite end of the Gryffindor table from where she
usually
did at breakfast, unwilling to see Harry up close. Bur her eyes sought
him out, almost involuntarily. He was talking quietly with Hermione and
Ron. He was quiet more often than not lately. Sometimes he would be
stirred
into a smile or a laugh, but usually he was very subdued. He’s had
to
grow up too quickly, Ginny thought. We all have. How could
they
not, with the terrors they had all lived through? It was simply a
matter
of survival.
Ginny watched as the three friends walked toward the dungeons, on their
way to Advanced Potions. Hermione said “Good morning!” as she passed,
and
Ron and Harry both gave her a wave. They were such a tight-knit trio;
there
simply wasn’t room for her, however much she wished differently.
Sometimes
she thought it would be nice for Harry to have another friend. She
remembered
her second year—their third—when Ron and Hermione had fought
practically
all year. Harry had been forced to choose between them, and his choice
of Ron had hurt Hermione very badly. Then again in her third year,
during
that awful fight Harry and Ron had after his name came out of the
Goblet
of Fire, Harry had only Hermione, who was caught between them both.
That
had been a tough time for Ginny, who alternated between being furious
with
her brother for acting so stupid and worrying herself sick over
Harry—whether
he would live or die in the Triwizard Tournament and how he must feel
having
lost his best friend over something that wasn’t his fault and that he
hadn’t
asked for. In both cases, he could have used a third friend—one who
wasn’t
so closely involved with the others. Even now, he could use that
friend,
since Ron had finally realized what everyone else already knew and
asked
Hermione to be his girlfriend. They both tried very hard not to make
Harry
feel like a third wheel, but it was inevitable that Harry would be left
alone sometimes. If only I could fill that place, she thought
as she made her way to Professor Binns’ classroom.
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