Awesome post. totally can't wait for more. PAMS

Hey guys, I have writers block, so the next chapter is taking me a while. I just popped by to reply to your posts and tell you happy Valentine's Day!

thanks. I thought Ginny deserved to know too.

thanks!

welcome! always happy when new readers come! thanks for reading, I appreciate it alot! One of my friends was surprised when they came back too, but i thought it would be boring for Ginny with them gone.

lol thanks. and yea, i did make it my self, but its really not that good, is it?

thanks!

I will try to post more soon. I dont know how to get over writers bock Thank you all for reading! and once again (lol sorry, i like valentines day.)

~Sydnie

*I'm cured of writers block for now, I hope it stays that way. Here's more, I hope you like it!*

Chapter 14.
I woke up in the morning, feeling very weary. I checked the clock on my bedside table. Five thirty. I groaned. I rolled back onto my back. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. After what felt like forever I rolled back over to look at the clock. Five thirty one. I groaned again. I got up, got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth and headed downstairs. When I got there I saw Harry in the same position as he was last night.

“Harry?” I asked. He looked up. When he saw me he went back to starring at the fire. I sat down on the floor and leaned against the couch. He started twirling my hair.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. No answer. I turned around and his hand flopped against the couch.

“Harry. What’s wrong?” I asked again. He sighed.

“Gin, I just don’t know, I mean, I love you, and I want to keep you safe, but I just don’t know how to do it if I’m always gone.” He said. I rolled my eyes.

“Please tell me you are not worked up about me.” I said. “Because if you are, you have no reason.” I added. He looked at me. I studied his expression, it was unreadable.

“Harry, just don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself. I really can. I had Fred and George growing up.” I reminded him. He actually chuckled.

“Yea, I guess. Thanks.” He whispered. I looked at him again. He smiled.

“So how are the other boys in your room?” I asked.

“Well, Seamus didn’t come back this year; Dean said his mum didn’t want him back without Dumbledore. Neville is same as always, a little more courageous though, if I might add. Ron, well, he’s Ron.” He ended. I laughed.

“And that will never change.” I added. He laughed this time. It went silent and he turned back to staring into the flames. I became very interested in a rip in the couch. It was silent for about a minute before I heard hushed voices coming from the girls dormitory door. I turned around.

There were two first year girls whispering excitedly to each other. As soon as they saw me looking at them, they stopped talking and blushed.

“Uh, hi, Ms. Prefect, um, are we interrupting something?” the taller of the two girls asked. This time it was my turn to blush. Harry sat up straight and looked at them. They gaped at him.

“Harry Potter? Thee Harry Potter?” the short one asked. He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, girls, thee Harry Potter. Now what do you need?” I asked irritated.

“Well,” started the tall girl, “We were going to ask if its ok to go down to breakfast, but now we want to know…” she paused and whispered to her friend.

“Are you to going out?” the short girl asked loudly. I rolled my eyes.

“No, we’re not, we are just friends.” Harry said before I got a chance to open my mouth. I moved my neck to look at him so fast I thought I got whiplash.

“We’re not?” I mouthed.

“No, we are just really good friends. And in answer to your first question,” he looked at his watch. “Breakfast starts in five minutes; it will take you at least seven if you hurry to get down to the Great Hall, so yes, you can leave. Good bye.” He said shortly.

They smiled at him and glared at me, then ran out the portrait whole.

“Since when did you dump me?” I asked not looking at him. He grabbed my shoulders and made me look at him.

“Because, they’re first years, if they knew that we were together they would tell the whole school and viola, you are Voldemort’s next target.” He explained. I rolled my eyes again.

“How long until you decide it’s ok if I’m Voldemort’s target, exactly?” I asked.

“Gin, stop doing this, you know I’m trying to protect you.” He said.

“Do you remember this summer at your birthday? You know, when you announced to thirty or more people that you loved me? Huh? Why can’t you do the same here?” I asked.

“Gin, all the people at the party were on our side.” He reasoned.

“But what if Voldemort captures them and tortures them for the one you love?” I asked.

“Right, then I need to be more careful.” He said thoughtfully.

“NO!” I screamed. “Harry, you need to be more carefree, what if our last time together is telling people that we hate each other. What if the last words I say is ‘I have no feelings for Harry Potter.’ Or ‘Harry Potter means nothing to me.’? How would that feel Harry? What if my last words were ‘I love you, and I always will.’ Or, ‘I want the whole world to know that I love you with all my heart.’? Wouldn’t that be amazing, Harry? Wouldn’t that mean the world to you? I know that if you did that, I would know you loved me. If your last words were ‘I have no feelings what-so-ever for Ginny’ just so you could save me, I would always think they had some truth in them. Harry, do you know what I’m saying? Please, please tell me that you do.” I begged. He thought for a minute.

“Al right, Ginny, you drive a very hard bargain, but we wont have to hide anymore. I just want you to promise me one thing.” He told me.

“Anything.” I replied.

“Okay, well, two things.” He added.

“Anything.” I replied.

“One: I get to choose when and where, trust me, it will be soon enough. And
two: I get to say it.” He said.

“Fine, but it better be soon.” I replied. He nodded and checked his watch.

“It’s seven twenty. We better get to breakfast.” Harry informed me. I got up and headed for the portrait hole.

“Coming?” I asked when I saw he was still on the couch. He nodded and stood up.

On the way to breakfast we saw the two girls that we had talked to this morning. I quickly let go of Harry’s hand (which I had been holding.)

“So you are going out!” the taller girl giggled.

“Shush!” I ordered.

“You lied, your not a very good person.” The short one said to me.

“I didn’t say anything!” I reminded them. Oh my, I was arguing with an eleven
year old.

“Yes you did, you said you were just friends!” the tall one said.

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I di-”

“Stop it!” Harry yelled. I blushed and both girls smirked.

“I’m the one that said that, and why aren’t you in the Great Hall?” Harry asked the girls.

The short one spoke up. “We got lost Mr. Harry. And Jessie here,” She pointed to the tall one, “Stepped in that trick step on those stairs.”

“I did not, Melissa! You pushed me!” the tall girl (Jessie) protested.

“Whatever the reason, get to breakfast!” I ordered. They both glared at me again, and smiled at Harry, and walked away giggling.

“She has a nasty temper. No wonder Harry isn’t going out with her.” Melissa said loud enough for me to hear.

Harry laughed. I noticed I was glaring, and glared harder. Harry laughed harder.

“What’s funny?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Girls.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes and headed for the Great Hall. When I got to the table I sat down. Not a lot of people were in the room, and the only people at the staff table were Hunter and Trelawney. The only other people in the room were Malfoy, Luna, and the two annoying, obnoxious, irritating first years, Melissa and Jessie.

Soon the room started to fill up, and I found myself sitting by Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville. We started eating breakfast. When we were about done, Professor Hunter (who is our new head of house) handed out our timetables. I looked over mine. Then I heard Ron groan.

“Great, we have potions with Slytherins. Double!” he added.

“What’s the big deal? At least we don’t have Snape anymore.” I told him.

“Yea, but have you seen the way Slughorn treats us? You would think that we won the Quidditch world cup!” Harry explained. I nodded.

“Yea, when we were going out last year, he hounded me for answers to questions like ‘Does he like chocolate’. I mean, come on!” I exclaimed. Everyone around me laughed.

“We better be going to class, they start in ten minutes.” Hermione reminded us.

“Oh great, and I have divination first!” I exclaimed.

“You still took that?” Harry asked me.

“I accidentally signed up.” I replied. I took another sip of pumpkin juice. “See
you guys later, good luck with the Slytherins.” I said. They said goodbye and I ran out of the Great Hall.

I walked through the castle, up almost every stair case (at least it felt like it) and finally I was walking past the portrait of Sir Cadogan.

“Come back! Come back and face me like a man!” I whipped around to face him.

“Excuse me!” I said.

“Err, Come back and face me like a woman!” he corrected. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re a painting.” I reminded him. And I walked off. He ran through the other portraits, knocking down the occupants with his clanking armor.

“Can you just give it a rest?” I asked.

“No! You scurvy dog! Come back and show me what you’re made of!” he challenged. I pulled down the trap door and stepped up into the stuffy room.

“Ah! You have made it! That is truly a surprise, I was looking into my crystal ball in July, and I saw that you were attacked by dementors! I can’t believe you are here!” Trelawney exclaimed.

“Dementors?” I asked raising one of my eyebrows. "I haven’t seen dementors since second year!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, well, then it must be happening this summer, because I am never wrong.” She whispered.

“You predicted Harry’s death everyday for the last three years, and he’s still alive and well. I do not think that you are always right.” I said. Wow, I have never talked to a Professor like that.

“Oh, well yes, I suppose, but Harry Potter is a different boy, very strange. I-”

“Don’t you dare talk about Harry like that!” I warned. Her eyes widened. (If possible.)

“How dare you talk to me like that, I will not have that in my class!” she said with wide eyes.

“Fine then, I’ll leave.” I turned around and knelt down to the trapdoor. “And mind you, I’m not coming back!” I added as I opened the door and hopped down.

The people going to class stared at me. One of them asked where I was going.

“Away.” I replied simply. They left it at that.

I walked back to the common room. When I got there I threw my bag off, letting it slide and hit the wall, the contents scattering. I don’t know why I was so worked up; I had dealt with Trelawney for two years. I guess the last straw had just been pulled.

Without looking, I walked over and fell onto the couch. But I jumped right up as I hit something harder than cushions, and there was a muffled scream coming from my hair.

“Sorry!” I said quickly, my eyes clamped shut tight. I really hoped I hadn’t landed on a younger student.

“Ginny?” Harry asked. I relaxed.

“Well, you saw my hair, who else would it be?” I asked sarcastically.

“I don’t know, my mum back from the dead?” he asked, trying to be funny. He
chuckled and sat up, making room for me on the couch. I sat down.

“That would be interesting.” I said simply. He nodded.

“So why are you here?” I asked.

“I really didn’t want to deal with potions today, and I figured that we wouldn’t be doing anything important. I told Ron to tell Slughorn that I ate a Fever Fudge on accident.” He replied. “what about you?”

“Well, I walked into Divination, and Trelawney immediately insists that I should have died this summer. I back talked her, and she said ‘I will not have this behavior in my class, blah blah blah’ and so I left.” I told him. “And, I thought I might need the study time later in the year.” I added, so as not to sound like a bad student. Harry nodded again.

“Cool.” Was all he said. I nodded.

“Are you okay?” I asked, I hated seeing him like that.

“What do you mean? Of course I’m okay.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Harry, you’re not talkative, and I think there is a bigger reason why you didn’t want to go to potions.” I said.

“Fine, you got me. It’s unbelievable that you know me that much, look.” He reached down onto the floor and grabbed a piece of parchment. “When I came to get my bag, this was on my bed, with a Ministry Owl.” He handed the letter to me. I unfolded it and began to read.

September 2

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
We are very sorry to inform you, but it has come to our attention that your aunt, Petunia Dursley and your uncle Vernon Dursley, have fallen victim to the Dark Lord’s followers. It is our knowledge, that when they were watching television, they were ambushed and tortured for information on your whereabouts. They did not give in, and they passed away saving you.
You cousin, Dudley Dursley was out at the time of occurrence, and he has had an explanation of this event. He is currently at the “Burrow”, being attended to by Mrs. Molly Weasley, she said that you knew her and that she would take care of your cousin. He is a little shaken, but otherwise okay. He has one request though, that you write him and assure him he will not get a “pig’s tail again”.
Number Four, Private Drive, Little Whinging, Surry, Has been locked up. A corner of the roof has blown off, as a result of the misuse of the killing spell, and it has been blocked from muggle eyes.
We understand that you are in school, but you and your friend Mr. Weasley are excused from classes to go to the “Burrow” for one week to comfort your cousin. If you decide to go, there will be a Ministry escort in Hogsmeade Wizard Village on the day after today (the 3rd). If you decide to go, you must meet the Ministry Wizard at the Three Broomsticks Café at nine o’clock in the morning.
Thank you for your time, and again we at the Ministry are all very sorry for your loss.

Sincerely, Madam Hopkirk

I let the letter fall to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I-are you okay?” I asked seeing he had tears in his eyes.

*Thanks! More to come soon! (hopefully)*

~Sydnie

OMG that was a great post!!
Poor Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, and they died for Harry's protection, they have some feelings for him after all, *cries*

That was very good

what a twist in a way at the end.

So can't wait for more.

Hey Sydnie!

PAMS!!!!!!

~Ange-Aimée~

That was great! I would've expected Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to have given into torture though... But still this means they're kinda nice

**Cheers!!**

Love It,Bless Ginny

Love The story

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Tash xx

this is quite a good chapter,though i can't figure out what well-la means.

I let Ron go cuz it's his house, so Harry wouldnt feel out of place, Hermione didnt even get to go. But it would have been cool if Ginny went...

THanks.

Thanks
HeY! Welcome to my FF! thanks for reading!

I thought that they needed more credit, they werent always evil

HEy! thanks so much!

I swear, you think of everything! but thanks, it helps.
Viola? okay...thanks

Thanks, and I guess it's not well-la, its viola, i will change that

K, so this chapter is kinda slow, so it will probably be really boring. I luff you all! thanks so much!



Chapter 15

“Harry, are you okay?” I repeated. His tears were leaking down his face now.

“They never cared for me. They treated me like I was scum on the bottom of their shoes. They never told me they loved me, they never told me they were proud of me.” He sobbed. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him, but I just let him keep talking.

“They were always rude to me. They let Dudley bully me to a pulp. They locked me in a closet with no food for hours. They wished I was dead. But yet, they died trying to keep me alive. They died for me. They died to help me save the world. They died for me.” He repeated. I hugged him and let him sob onto my shoulder.

“They did love you Harry, I know that they did. They just had a hard time showing it.” I comforted him. He sobbed, his whole body shaking.

“I can’t believe they’d do that for me! I am their wizard nephew, I am the son of my aunt’s freak sister! I am the one that set a snake on Dudley!” my eyes widened as he said this, but otherwise I did nothing but hug him. He kept sobbing, I peeked at my watch, and I still had ten minutes.

“Harry, they loved you. I know that they did. If they didn’t they would have left you for an orphanage, or something. And your aunt didn’t think your mum was a freak, she just wanted to be her. It’s okay Harry. It will be okay.” I assured him. He nodded feebly. We sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Gin, I’m sorry I can only bring Ron, they won’t even let me bring Hermione. I’m really sorry, I wish you could come.” He apologized.

“It’s okay; I think you need a little time with your cousin, without anyone to distract you.” I told him.

“I think I want to go back to the house, see what it’s like, you know? Get any of my old things I forgot, or maybe look through the old cupboard I used to live in. Check out my aunt and uncle’s room. Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asked. I smiled.

“I think it’s great. But make sure you take Ron with you, just in case.” I told him. Then the bell signaling end of class sounded.

“I have to go, sorry.” I told him. I kissed his cheek and got off the couch. “Great.” I muttered when I remembered my bag was scattered. I quickly pushed everything into it and put it on my shoulder. With one last quick smile I walked out of the portrait hole.

My next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. With the new teacher. Let’s see how this went…

I walked into the room and sat down at a chair in the second row. I was the first one in, and it seems like the teacher is included. She was no where to be seen. I sat there for about thirty seconds until the door opened behind me.

“Why don’t you scoot up to the first row?” someone asked. “I don’t bite.” I turned around to see Professor McKea enter the room. She was wearing swirling periwinkle robes, and her blonde hair was flowing. I smiled.

“Sure.” I picked up my stuff and sat in the one right in front of her.

“So what’s your name?” she asked.

“Ginny Weasley.” I replied.

“Oh, I’m surprised I didn’t realize that.” She said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Your hair.” She said and smiled. I laughed.

“Yeah, it does make it obvious.” I muttered.

“Sorry, but can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Depends, but I guess I can’t say no to a teacher.” I smiled.

“Okay, are-”

“Hello, are we going to start class soon?” an airy voice asked. I turned
around. It was Luna.

“I didn’t know we had class with Ravenclaw’s.” I exclaimed. She nodded.

“Some sit by us.” Professor McKea offered. Luna smiled and flounced up to the seat on my right.

“What’s your name, Miss?” she asked.

“Luna Lovegood.” Luna relied fiddling with her bottle cap necklace. Professor McKea smiled.

“Well, I suppose I ought to get ready for class, I have been down in the teacher’s room all morning.” She smiled again and went to her office.

“Did you hear about what happened to Harry?” Luna asked. “About his family?”

“Yeah, I did. Sad, isn’t it?” she nodded. Just then I heard the door open again and I huge bend of Ravenclaw’s came into the room.

“Time to start, I guess.” I whispered. Luna smiled. Then more Gryffindor’s came in and sat down.

When class ended, Professor McKea dismissed us, and Luna and I walked out together.

“She was really nice.” Luna said thoughtfully. I agreed.

“What’s your next class?” I asked.

“Transfiguration.” She said.

“Cool, me too. I hope Hunter’s as good as McKea.” I mumbled. We walked across the school and ended up in the transfiguration room right as the bell rang. The professor walked in from the office, slamming his door.

“Transfiguration is not a game, and you do not have permission to mess
around. I expect nothing less than Outstanding, considering you are the N.E.W.T students. Yes, I know your N.E.W.T’s are next year, but you all made it here and I expect you to be the best. You will either address me as Sir or Professor Hunter. I will answer to nothing else. If I cannot read your handwriting, I will throw away the parchment. I will not tolerate any talking in my class at all. That includes back talking. If there is any rule-breaking, you will go straight to the Headmistress and I will let her deal with it. Now open your books to page four, and begin reading.” He flicked his wand and my book flew open. I jumped back, glared at him as he turned around, and began reading.

“That was brutal.” I muttered to Luna as we walked out of the boring classroom.

“Yes, he was quite rude. Very impatient. Wow, I think that they have pudding.” She said walking over to the Ravenclaw table once we entered the Great Hall. I walked over and sat by Hermione, who was scolding Ron for eating not-to-politely.

“Have you had Transfiguration?” Ron asked.

“Yes, but I have something more important to do then complain about a teacher. Have you guys talked to Harry since breakfast?” I asked.

“Well, he said to tell Slughorn that he ate a fever fudge, and I haven’t seen him since then.” Ron said with a mouth full.

“Oh, then you might want to get up to the common room, and hurry, we only have half an hour.” I told them. They looked about ready to protest.

“Don’t ask questions, just hurry! I’ll be right behind you.” I whispered loudly. They exchanged puzzled looks and got up from the table. “Hurry!” I mouthed. They sped up and went out of the big room.

I finished my lunch (a piece of ham and pumpkin juice) and left. I wanted to give them some time alone, so I walked slower than usual. unfortunately, on my way up I passed Melissa and Jessie. They saw that I was walking slow, and I’m sure I didn’t look too happy.

“What? Did Mr. Harry dump you?” Jessie asked. I ignored her.

“I’m sure Ms. Prefect doesn’t want to talk about it. It might make her cry.”
Melissa scolded. They both laughed. I tried to ignore them, but their next comment really stung.

“Jessie, I bet she’s crying because Harry only dated her last year to get Dean
jealous. I bet he only kissed her to get him mad.” Melissa stated, sounding like she was important. I turned around slowly, a smile on my face.

“If I were you guys, I would consider being more respectful to a prefect, you wouldn’t do well with detention.” I warned. Their eyes widened.

“Prefects can give detentions?” Melissa asked. I nodded.

“Oh, sorry Miss, we have to go to….”

“Herbology!” with that they took off. I turned back around, trying to get what
they said out of my head. I shook my head, as if trying to shake it out. I don’t know why, but it was bothering me. Was it true? “No.” I whispered. It wasn’t true. Harry loved…loves me. I know he does. “He does.” I told myself out loud. I made it to the Fat Lady, said the password, and went inside. Hermione, Ron and Harry were the only people in it, so I walked up slowly.

“Hey.” I whispered.

“Hey Gin.” Harry muttered.

“So, are you going?” I asked Harry and Ron.

“Yeh, I guess. I think Harry should.” Ron muttered. I looked towards
Hermione.

“What do you think?” I asked. She shrugged.

“I think they need to go. Harry needs to see his cousin.” She said. Harry nodded absentmindedly.

“It’s tomorrow, right?” I asked. Harry nodded again. I nodded, then checked
my watch.

“Sorry, I have to go, Charms.” I gave Harry a quick hug and went out the portrait hole.

The rest of the day was spent with classes, nothing out of the ordinary. I skipped dinner, realizing the trio wasn’t there, and went back to the common room. Hermione was reading a book.

“Where are the boys?” I asked sitting down by her. She ignored me while she finished the paragraph she was reading, folded down the corner of the page, then sat her book down on the table and turned to me.

“They are in their dormitory, packing.” She said. I muttered my recognition she said something and got off the couch.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I don’t know, maybe down to the lake.” I told her. She went back to her
book.

I walked around the lake a few times, thinking about Harry. Yes, I am pathetic. I thought about how troubled he seemed today, but who could blame him? Finally I sat down under a tree and threw a pebble into the water. I watched the ripples until they died, then picked up another one and threw it in. a deep chuckle behind me made me look up. When I saw who it was I jumped up.

“Hagrid!” I called. I tried to wrap him in a hug, but my arms only went halfway to his side.

“’Ey, Ginny.” He said patting my back. I flinched every time he hit it. I let go and smiled.

“How’s it been going?” I asked. he smiled back.

“Been pretty good. Lot’s o’ work to be done.” He shrugged his massive shoulders. “why don’ cha come an’ have a cuppa tea? No homework, I assume.” He said.

“Sure, I’ll come, and yes, no homework.” I replied. He chuckled.

“’S good. You okay, you seem a little outta the weather.” He noticed. This time I shrugged.

“I guess, a lot on my mind lately.” I replied.

“Well maybe you can tell me ‘bout it. Come in.” he said when we got to his hut. He opened the door and immediately Fang was drooling on my robes.

“Gerroff her, Fang, you mangy mutt!” Hagrid ordered. I laughed and sat down in a huge chair.

“So, how’s yer school?” Hagrid asked busying himself with a kettle.

“Pretty good, but have you talked to Hunter? I think he has great potential of being a Death Eater.”

“He was an auror.” He corrected.

“Oh, well he acts like he could be one.” I said. Hagrid nodded.

“Yea, he seems kinda strict, how are his classes?” he asked.

“Brutal.” I relied. “No talking, no whispering, you can’t even think loudly!” I exclaimed. Hagrid came over and handed me a huge mug, nodding.

“Yea, he seems like that type of person. Always gloomy.” He sat down on his bed.

“What ‘bout Harry? How’s he?” he asked. I sighed.

“Same, I guess, have you heard about his aunt and uncle?” I asked. his eyes
widened, and I took it as a no. “They were murdered. By some Death Eaters. Tortured for information, they didn’t give in, so they killed them. His cousin’s good though. He’s at my house.” I explained. His jaw dropped.

“Wow, I never woulda thunk it.” He whispered. I nodded. He dabbed at his
eyes. Some times he was so emotional, it was weird!

“Hagrid, it’s okay, I mean, Harry’s over it, kind of. He’s leaving tomorrow to go see his cousin. Don’t fret.” I patted his shoulder. He nodded, still dabbing at his eyes.

“It’s just so amazing. The Dursley’s, dieing for Harry. You never woulda thunk it.” He repeated. I looked outside, it was getting dark.

“Uhm, Hagrid, I got to go, it’s getting dark, and I could live without a detention.” I set down my mug and got up from the chair, with difficulty.
“Here, I’ll come, just so if it’s to late cha have a teachers permission.” He got up from his bed and walked to the door.

When we got to the Fat Lady I said goodbye and went inside. The common room was empty, so I went upstairs and fell asleep.


The next morning I woke up early, hoping to see Harry off. I walked down into the common room, no body was there. I lay across the couch and stared at the ceiling. Soon I fell back into sleep.
Soon I heard people talking in hushed tones.

“I don’t want to wake her, she looks tired.”

“But you’ll be gone for a week.”

“We can write.”

“It’s not the same.”

“But she looks peaceful.”

“I’m awake.” I muttered. I opened my eyes and Harry and Ron were standing in front of me.

“Good, we need to go soon. I’ll write to you. I will tell you all about it when
we get back.” Harry said in a rush. He bent down and gave me a hug.

“Love you.” He added. Ron rolled his eyes.

“Love you.” I told him. “See you. Have a good time, stay out of trouble.” I said, sounding like my mum.

“Yes, mother.” Ron teased.

“Good bye Ronald.” I said warily. I smiled and fell back asleep.


It was already halfway through the next week, and it was very, very dull. Same classes, same events, and pretty much the same conversations. It was Thursday morning, and Harry was coming back Sunday. As I was eating breakfast, the post came. I scanned the owls looking for a familiar one, as I had done everyday, and finally I saw one. It landed in front of me, and stuck out its leg.

“Thanks Hedwig.” I told her. I ripped off part of a biscuit and gave it to her.

“Hermione, I’m going to go read this in the common room.” I whispered. She nodded and I got up and left.

When I got to the common room, I flopped onto the couch and opened the letter.

Dearest Ginny,
Being at the Burrow feels great. Not as great as it could be, if you know what I mean, with all this sadness around, but I do like it.
Dudley is getting used to his loss, but is still a little shaky. So far, no pigs’ tail. He likes Mrs. Weasley, say’s she reminds him of Petunia (which I don’t see at all, she is much, much nicer.) He is staying in Fred and George’s old room, and he doesn’t particularly like the smell.
Ron is Ron, still, and he says he would write to Hermione, but he is just too lazy. (Although those weren’t his exact words.) He and Dudley aren’t getting on well, Ron is immature. (Don’t let him see this letter.)
I might be coming back early, Maybe by Friday, I don’t know how long it will take Hedwig to deliver this, so you might not want to write back, I might not get it in time. But it would be a treat if I could read something on the train ride back, so it’s your choice.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley send their love, and so do Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur. I must be going, Dudley has had an “experience” with your magic cleaning supplies, and Ron isn’t helping the situation.
I can’t wait to see you again, and hope you are well, Hermione too.
All my love and thoughts,

Harry

I turned over the letter and grabbed a quill out of my bag.

Harry,
Glad to hear everything is okay, I wish your cousin well.
The smell of Fred and George’s room? is that somewhere between burnt rubber and soap? I can understand why a muggle wouldn’t like that.
And yes, Ron is immature, and no, I won’t let anyone read this.
I can’t wait for you to come back; I’m missing you every day.
All my love,

Ginny

As I finished my letter, Hedwig flew in the open window, almost like on cue. I smiled at her and tied the letter to her leg.

“Please hurry.” I told her. She hooted and flew off.


The rest of the week was very boring. Finally it was Saturday night, and Harry was coming back. Hermoien and I were in the common room doing homework when the portrait hole opened.

“Hey Gin!” someone called.

“Harry!” I jumped off the couch and flung my arms around him. “Come on, tell
us all about it!” I ordered, smiling.

Like I said, it was proably boring, but thanks for reading it anyways, please comment!

~Sydnie

P.S. My friend read my one shot, The worries of Little Lily Luna Potter and she said that I should continue it, but then she thought that I should do a marauders fic, it would be a full lenght fic. Do you guys think i should write it? This one would always get first priority though...please tell me what you think!