What I've Done [finished]

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry Potter needed to clear his head. He just couldn't get over the fact that he was betrayed by a good friend, and two others were the same way. He had done what was right, or what he thought was right. Or was he the same as Voldemort, judging just because of blood. No... He couldn't think that way. He was different, right? They were going to join Voldemort, right? Of course they would; it would keep their powers going. It was upsetting that all three would do this. And even if one of them wouldn't, the others would crumple and be corrupted by power. No one would be able to resist this, especially the more powerful ones like Ginny.

He couldn't keep thinking about this. He needed a distraction. He headed out to the Quidditch Pitch with his Firebolt. Harry quickly mounted the broom and flew. The air in his ear and hitting his face was so refreshing. It was very nice. He knew he would have to see one of the three again, he just dreaded that day.

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

Ginny sat in the stands of the Quidditch pitch. She needed to get out of the Slytherin common rooms for a while. She always felt like people were watching her every move. She knew she was being paranoid and she knew she would get over it with time. It had stung badly when she and Harry fought. There wasn't really anyone she could talk about it to though, sure luna and Neville were friends but she did not feel comfortable with exposing her 'weakeness' to them. Her hands shook as she wrote in the diary she picked up from a shop in Hogsmeade. She had not been able to pick a diary up since her first year.

After three attempts of trying to even write her name on the pages, she tossed the book over the railing, sending a burst of flame after it. The book was dust before it even hit the ground. She rubbed the tears away from her face. They were more from embarressment and frustration than anguish. She should not be so effected by Harry and what had happened to her in her first year.

She could see why Harry felt they were going to become evil. Her powers even scared her at times. She didn't know the full extent of them, she just knew that when she got very angry the fire she felt inside her became harder and harder to control. She knew at some point all of them were going to have to get serious about these abilities. Train with them, learn how to control them.

She thought about leaving as soon as she saw Harry come out on the pitch, but she figured he would see her leaving. She was rather high up in the stands after all. Heights calmed her down. It was one of the reasons she loved Quidditch so much. She didn't know what to say to Harry. Or if she should say anything at all. So she took to doodling on her knee with her quill. Her jeans happened to have a hole in the knee so the peice of skin became her canvas.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry had not noticed Ginny in the stands up high, but he didn't want to see her, so it could've been his mind letting him see what he wanted. Harry knew deep down Ginny wouldn't betray him, but he couldn't risk it. She could become the next Voldemort for all he knew. He wouldn't let feelings get in his way. If these powers never happened, well who knew? Harry could tell that Ginny liked him, at least a few years ago she did, but... It didn't matter now. Harry was her enemy. It was fate, or that's the easiest way it could be explained.

As Harry circled the field, his jacket catching wind and flying around him, Harry spotted a glint of red nearby. Could it be...? Harry quickly stopped and scanned the stands. Why did he care if it was her anyways? But he did. The wind blew his hair back, making him awfully cold, and revealing his scar. A slight burn of pain shot through his head, but he didn't pay attention; he was focused on finding her. Such obsession was odd with an enemy. Harry wasn't sure if he could truthfully say that he thought she was an enemy, but it was fact, not opinion.

And then he saw her, sitting there innocently doodling on her knee. Dare he approach? Harry was sure she noticed him just stop and stare. Harry just stay afloat on his broom looking in the direction of Ginny.

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

When she didn't hear the faint sounds of movement anymore was when she was alerted to the fact that he had stopped moving. She glanced up, moving her eyes rather than her head. She had become much more paranoid as of late. One never knew when someone who did not agree with her would decide to sneak up and play a 'prank'. These hate-crimes were becoming more and more common but she refused to use her new powers against them. She knew it would only agitate them further. She definitely did not need to be the one that made their lives more work than it needed to be. She was sure at some point one of them would snap. There was only so far you could push a person until they did finally snap. Everyone had a breaking point.

"Take a picture it would last longer."[/color] She called out to him, flicking her head up to look him in the eye for a moment before going back to drawing on her knee. It was a senseless doodle. Really, only her name in bubble letters with poka dots and bubbles surrounding it. It would likely wash right off when she bathed, she was careful not to press too hard or get too much ink on herself. She didn't want it to last forever. It was just so mind-numbingly simple. Something to take her mind off things.

She had always been the snarky one. Some people would go as far as calling her a bitch. She just wasn't the kind of person to take crap from anyone. She had a hot temper and tended to lash out at people, especially when she was feeling even slightly depressed.[/size]

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Damn. She noticed. Well, everyone with eyes would be able to see him. Such an idiot. Harry began swooping around a little, so he didn't seem like an idiot or something obsessing over the 'enemy'. It was just something about her, and he couldn't see what it was. It was on the tip of his tongue but it wouldn't come out. He racked his head with what to say. Nothing too stupid, too nice, and to make him feel better nothing too mean. He decided a bland statement, meaning nothing could suffice.

"If I did you might burn it," Harry shouted back, not really trying to mean but it sounded way too mean. It sort of poked fun at this power she had. He never wanted to have this hateful relationship. If someone were to have told him when he saved her in his second year she would betray him, he wouldn't have believed it. Not even now really, even though she did.

Harry did a quick loop-de-loop and flew a little closer, pretty high up. He stopped a few feet away. What in the world was she doing? Doodling on her knee? Was she ok? Or has this power affected her brain? No probably none. She probably has been having a bad time like he had, though he didn't do anything, it was her fault for that magic she dabbled into.

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

She couldn't help it when her quill burst into flames in her hands. Anger bubbled up inside her and the fire in her system needed to be let out. She had a theory that her powers had a lot to do with adrenaline or at the very least emotions. The more calm she was the easier they were to control. She took a deep breath. Checking her pockets to see if she had another quill. She didn't. She hadn't thought to bring a spare with her. It was thoughtless of her but she hadn't been planning on doing anything of importance up here. She couldn't even write her name in the journal she bought before she was too terrified of it to keep it. She didn't know how he could think she would end up following Voldemort.

It was likely that the reason that their abilities chose to awaken now because none of them would go bad. It was all because she wanted to be more thorough in a Defense Against the Dark Arts project she was working on. They had been working on defensive spells, and each one of them wrote an essay on a spell and it's uses. It wasn't like she would ever use any of the spells in the book against someone. Not to mention that dark spells did not make a wizard good or evil. It was how they used their magic that counted.

"I would appreciate it if you chose not to insult me. Thank you very much Potter." She snipped. She didn't want to just ignore him. She didn't want to look like the snivelling little girl she used to be. She was Ginevra Weasley. Even before she got her abilities she was a quite gifted witch. She was not some damsel in distress who needed saving anymore and she wanted people to know that.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry saw as her quill burst into flames. Almost reminded him of Fawkes... It just proved how dangerous these powers were. However much power she held could corrupt her mind. Plus Voldemort could use the group as a whole as a proof that pirebloods rule. It would be hard to claim and actually mean that she wasnt more powerful than Hermione or muggles. How could he trust a person like that.

Plus he had been wary of her before her and his fight. He didn't want to go like his father, he wouldn't let it. And as he saw it she was the Peter, hidden power. Peter blew a street apart, and no one really could stop him. Ginny had this new hidden power as well. Harry didn't want to take the chance.

"Pretty sure I can say anything I please Ms. Weasley," Harry replied smirking, "I'm not the future Death Eater here.". Still holding onto it. He couldn't let that go. It seemed so clear that she would, but that was his brain and his brain was speaking right now. His heart said apologize, but he couldn't.

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

At his comment she was so tempted to punch him in the face for good measure. Spells and hexes were an easy way out. She was sure she could cast circles around him, even before her powers. That might be a bit of her pride showing, but that really wasn't the point at hand. Unfortunately they were who knows how many feet up and he was out on a broom. She couldn't reach him. She could not believe the audacity of the boy on the broom in front of her. Didn't he realize what could happen to him if her control slipped. Even for a second, she wasn't evil and she wasn't a killer. She didn't want to become one on accident.

"Is that what you honestly think of me? A DEATH EATER?! You honestly think I could stand next to those people? After everything they have done to my family? To me?" She blew up. Her voice shook with anger and she could not help it. She did not understand how the boy who preached against the prejudice of someone like Voldemort could be so prejudice himself.

"It isn't a crime to be pure blooded. I'm still a Weasley, and this whole tyrade against the elementals is ridiculous. I was doing a bloody paper for Snape when y0u saw me with that stupid book. You let your own prejudice cloud your judgement." She hissed out, packing up her small bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She needed to stand up, walk around, get some air. She was finding it hard to breathe and she was shaking with anger. She could not believe he would actually say something like that to her. If she didn't think she would get detention, at the very least, for blowing up a few of the Quidditch stands she would. She needed something to release the tension in her system.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry sighed. What was getting into him? He wasn't any better than Voldemort. But he really, he couldn't trust them because Voldemortwould use them or kill them. Both ways he would be hurt.

"How do I know you won't? Voldemort has done squat to you, except once because he felt it was the only way. Sure he kidnapped you once. I bet hundreds were threatened before and still joined him. And even if you don't like it he'll use you, again. I don't want to hurt you, but if you say down this path ignorant of what he'll do, then your just like all the rest, and you'll either die or be turned." Harry said as calmly as he could. She couldn't get, no one would.

"It wasn't a bloody prejudice. If you saw Ron looking up some of the stuff you were you would've blown up too," Harry muttered, "And with the power you would literally."

Why was he being so mean? She never really did anything for him to distrust her. Why couldn't he just apologize and pretend it never happened? Everything seemed so complicated, when it really wasn't. Finally Harry sighed and jumped off his broom and walked up slowly, so there were two steps between them.

"I'm sorry..." Harry said softly. He summoned his broom, so he could leave after he heard her response. He didn't want all this. He didn't like the elementals because he could see them all falling. He was afraid he might lose the three of them.

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

"I had toted him around in my mind for a year! None of you noticed. You wouldn't have because I was just Ron's annoying little sister. I never blamed you. You don't understand it wasn't you. He was killing me! Slowly siphoning off my energy to his. And I tried to get rid of it, but then you had to be nosing around in moaning myrtles bathroom and get it. I knew I couldn't let that be. He couldn't get you. So I trashed your things because I needed to get the bloody thing back. Then I found it, and it was happening all over again. I had him mucking around in my mind for a year, and even his younger self was twisted. Twisted my every thought and insecurity into something dark." She fumed. She had never really talked about it before. She didn't want to talk about it, but she couldn't help but to yell at him. He didn't understand. He should be the one person who did, but instead they were fighting. She couldn't forgive him for this, she didn't think. It was his fault some of her best friends got picked on and hurt even more often than they had before. His fault some stupid bint did a slashing hex on her. She could have died from that, but the girl wasn't expelled.

"Sometimes sorry doesn't cut it." She said. Her voice was hollowed out and cold. In an instant she went from being furious, to putting on a mask of cold indifference that was so common amoung Slytherins. It was something particularly helpful she picked up after staying in their dorms. She knew if she kept being angry that she would do something regrettable and she would not use her powers for something hurtful. She was a guardian not a villain. She knew that in her heart.

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

"I figured that much. If you hadn't trashed it Hogwarts would've been closed and you dead. Without that diary, me and Ron wouldn't have visited Hagrid in time, and then we wouldn't have found out where the chamber was," Harry replied keeping his temper in check. Normally he would have just jumped on his broom and flown away, but he was squeezing the handle to control his anger rooting him to the spot. If she wouldn't forgive him, then no one would and she might as well die, she was all ready dead to him, at leasthis head said so.

"I know you won't forgive me, because I'm an idiot, but I won't stop this elemental stuff. I would if I could, but I can't now. I hate seeing you all like that, but I knew it was either turn on you or be betrayed by one of you and go the way my father went," Harry replied shaking his head. He should just leave, but he couldn't. Not leave it at this, yet.

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

No one understood. Dread washed over her to think that she might be this broken thing forever. She wasn't defenseless or weak anymore. She could do things that the normal wizard could not, but the fear that constantly overtook her. That was something else entirely. She could have killed people that year, and even though she wasn't in control over her body she couldn't take the blame entirely off herself. She was too stupid to think it odd that a diary was talking back to her. Too foolish to ask for help. Too naive and too trusting. All it took was an open ear and she had been putty in Voldemort's hands.

"If you understood. If you truely understood. You would not have been daft enough to think that I could ever join Voldemort."[/b] She mumbled. The force to her voice was gone. She couldn't let herself feel, so she shut down. She was so close to just punching him in the face, or something much worse that she was unable to control. She felt like screaming and bursting into tears all at once. His stupid prejucide lost her her house, her brother, and some of her closest friends. Not to mention her boyfriend. She cared very little about that last. She had to admit to herself that she was just using him to try and make Harry jealous. It wasn't kind but she needed something to distract her if he would not love her like she had loved him. Everything changed now. The things she felt toward him now were betrayal and anger. She was sure that love was still there somewhere but buried deep down. Somewhere she did not want to access anymore because it would only make her weak. She couldn't afford that. Not now.

"Harry. You. are. an. idiot. I would betray you like Pettigrew did your father? Hmm, that's what you think? How could I when you never tell me a bloody thing that goes on in your life. The only people you ever let close enough for a true betrayal are Ron and Hermione and you know for a fact they would never do that. Do you know how easy it would have been for Ron to inherit this ability instead of me? Would you cut him out of your life just the same?" She asked. She finally saw why the Slytherins disliked Harry so much and it had nothing to do with sides of the war. His arrogance and prejudice was sickening. Not to mention his paranoia was a little on the scary side. She didn't know what to say or so anymore. She wanted to just walk away and burst into tears but she wasn't one to cry in front of anyone. Especially not him. He betrayed her, and it physically hurt, not to mention mentally. [/size]

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

Harry sighed. He felt he understood a bit, but he could stop anything. Him and Ginny were pretty much a ruined relationship, even though it really was nothing to started with. Harry didn't know what to say or do. Everything he had been thinking was unfounded, completely stupid, but he couldn't undo any of it. He could try to repair and rebuild, but the effects would last forever. Harry was a bit paranoid, he just hoped he wasn't as paranoid as Moody was. With all that happened these last few weeks, and all his life, it all was hard to coupe with. He couldn't stop anything anymore. Harry wasn't strong enough to accept these differences, it was like the muggle Africans being enslaved all over again, Harry was the slave driver and the elementals were the slaves. A good half of them may be bad, such as Draco and Pansy, but not all of them. The Domino Effect seemed to ripple and Harry was helpless to stop it. He lost three of his best friends because he was blinded by fear of differences.

"I know... I cannot stop what I did, and all I can say is I'm sorry. I was blinded by fear just like years ago when Blacks were feared by whites. All I can say is I'm sorry. I doubt you will forgive me, but remember, I was your friend I didn't want to see you all in pain," Harry mumbled. He grabbed his broom and hovered a few feet above the seats, and closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He didn't ask for this drama but he had caused it an he was reaping the reward.

[GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY]

She laughed, it was a broken, hollow sound, it didn't reach her eyes, or her heart. She didn't know why, but a quirkly little play on words popped into her head. SHE BeLIEveD. She didn't think she could believe him. As soon as one of the ones he actually didn't trust would strike a nerve, or when one of them finally did snap, she was sure he would go back to where he was just now. As soon as he went to stew about it, when she wasn't screaming at him, his paranoia would likely rear it's ugly head.

"You caused this pain. Both literal and figurative. I'm glad I saw the face behind the knight in shining armor before it was too late." She said. If this mess hadn't happened it was likely that she would never have seen this side of him, and she didn't know what would have happened. He was her Knight in Shining Armor. She should have learned the people you look up to have a knack for letting you down. People were only human and they could not be the heroes a person built up in their head. People had flaws and emotions and some of those flaws were too large for some people to overlook. Besides, this was who she was now.

"They aren't all bad you know. The Slytherins. You dislike them. Why? because a few evil wizards came out of them."[/b] She said with a shrug. These were people she was to live with. She could not go around making assumptions about them anymore. She had to learn for herself what they were like. The Lion in a den of Snakes. [/size]

[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

"You have no clue the stress I've been under. I'm expected to defeat Voldemort. I'm Mr. Chosen Boy. If I fail, the whole world fails. Unfortunately in that snap I hurt three of my beat friends." Harry explained. He had gone through more than everyone. He held the weight of his shoulders and sometimes he falls, but he has to get back up and hold that huge load on his shoulders. Damn differences made the world a worse place, but makes each person unique. If he were let everyone down, much of the differences in blood would disappear making humans more alike, eliminating some of the uniqueness.

"I do realize, there is always good in the dark. Yin and Yang. I cannot promise but I can try to not discriminate against the Slytherins. Those who treat me wrong or join Voldemort will not gain sympathy, but those not any of that, I can try to see who they are," Harry replied. The wind was acting up again, blowing his jacket and hair, but Harry ignored it.