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Harry Potter NR.1

... me personally anyways." They didn't ask her to explain and she was quite glad of it. Again, she forced thoughts of betrayal from her head and concentrated. "The only thing with a potion is that it could be any potion. How would I figure out what kind of potion that would unlock it? And if I did figure it out, I could brew it. Anyone could brew it. That doesn't sound like Voldemort to me. He would want to be the only one to open it." "Clearly though it needs some form of liquid. What's a liquid that only You-Know-Who has access to?" They pondered over it for a while before it occurred to Ginny. "Dear Merlin. Blood. The box requires the blood of Voldemort himself to be unlocked. How am I supposed to procure a vial of blood of the most formidable wizard in all of England?" The answer to that question went unanswered by her shell-shocked uncles. They did not disagree with her. They knew she was right. Ginny tried to think of any other alternative to opening the box but none came to her. All she knew now was that the fight with Voldemort she'd been holding off for so long would now have to arrive sooner rather than later. In bed that night she had other things on her mind. Fabian and Gideon were gone after they'd figured out the box and she was quite alone again. But this evening she was not at war with herself over betraying Lily and James. No, instead she thought of the one person she most wanted to talk to, the one person she thought she'd never see again. Harry. She had the ...

... ring but did not spin it right away. Would it even work? Did she want him to see her like this? Struggling to complete the task he set her out to do? She decided that she would wait. The power of bringing back the dead could not be abused, she understood that much. That was indeed why Dumbledore had not told her immediately what the ring could do. Ginny placed it back on her finger. If she needed Harry she would call for him at her most desperate hour. Maybe as she was about to die, like he'd done for himself. When Harry walked to his own death. She thought about the connection Harry had with Voldemort. Ginny once had a similar connection, when possessed by him in her second year. But Harry had a much deeper connection. He shared Voldemort's blood. Ginny shot up. She didn't need Voldemort's blood. She could use Harry's. But then another wonderful idea came to her. She and Lily, years ago had made a blood pact, for the purpose that if Lily and James were to die for Harry Ginny could raise him instead of Petunia. Ginny shared Harry's blood. With this realization, not thinking that the blood Ginny shared with Harry was yet untainted by Voldemort's own blood, she used her wand to cut open her hand. She let her blood drip over the box and it perfectly filled the crevices carved into it. Excitement building up in her, she watched and heard a click. Joy filling in her, certain that she'd been right about having Voldemort's blood within her own, she wrapped her hand and lifted the box. ...