A Note from the original author and her sister (who wrote this for her)

Hello readers. If you have been with this story for a while, you know of the
changes in authors. If you are new to this story, please know that the first
11 chapters were written by a different author, SimplyComplex.
Unfortunately, she was involved in a car accident and lost her sight, making it hard to continue the story by her self. Froggyy1, the current author, agreed to take over the story for her. All give Froggyy1 a big round of applause, without her this story would have died! Thank you to all of the
people who reviewed while SimplyComplex was writing this, she greatly
appreciated it and is disappointed that she couldn't continue, and thank you to everyone who continues to read and review this story, it is still much appreciated.

A/N: As you can tell, since I'm posting this on Valentine's day, I have no social life. It will eventually be a romance, isn't quite yet, and I'm trying for a plot, but I just type what my hands write. It is a Harry/Ginny, summer after 5th year fic. I was trying for something original, but with over 10,000 stories I doubt it's the only one of its kind. Please review, even flames, they'll at least keep me warm in this stupid weather.(I live in Maine, and it's kind of cold, plus I just got back from a snowmobile trip )

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It was the summer after Harry's fifth year. The Dursley's had completely ignored him for the few weeks he had been there until yesterday, when they told him they were going on a trip to the States.

"Get down here boy!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon?"

"Mrs. Figg is sick so you'll have to stay home alone. We're just about ready to leave. Petunia left some money on the counter for food. Don't touch anything, keep the house clean, and stay out of our rooms. Absolutely NO funny business! Got it?"

"Yes."

"Good. We're leaving now, we'll be back August 2nd."

Harry quickly counted in his head. Today was July 12th, so he would be alone a full 3 weeks. Harry suspected the only reason they had left him money was because of Moody's warning.

Harry retreated to his room, where he grabbed a bottle of aspirin and downed a couple pills. He had bought it near the beginning of vacation to see if it would work on his scar pains. It did, but he only took it so often, because of stories he had heard on the news of housewives becoming addicted to painkillers. He did not need anymore problems to deal with.

Hedwig flew in his window with a letter for him. It was from Ron. He was worried because Harry wouldn't write to him or Hermione. In fact, the only letters he had written were short one or two sentence letters to the order members so the wouldn't decapitate the Dursley's and whisk him away to Grimmauld Place. That was the last place he wanted to be right now.

Along with the scar pains, he had been having nightmares about what the death-eaters did. It was only every couple of weeks that he had the nightmares, but he could feel the victims pain, could feel the cruciatus curses as if they were being cast directly on him. After these dreams he would wake up shaking and still feeling the pain. Depending on the length of the cruciatus curse, the shaking would usually go away in a few days.

He didn't have much of an appetite anymore, and the pain and tremors made it hard to function. In the first week of vacation, he almost gave up on happiness and life, but the prophecy made him change his mind. If he gave up there was no hope left. Voldemort would stop at nothing, and would most likely take over the world with no one to stop him.

Harry woke at about six-thirty. He hadn't realized he had fallen asleep. He went downstairs to fix something to eat, having had nothing since breakfast, which consisted of half a grapefruit. He grabbed some leftover chicken, and made himself a sandwich. He had just finished when an owl flew in with a letter.

Dear Harry,
How are you doing? Ron and Hermione are quite worried that you will
not reply to their letters. I know you are still grieving, but it is
unhealthy to isolate yourself so much. Moody, Remus, Arthur and I have
decided it would be best to send someone to stay with you. Ron and
Hermione would love to come, but they are still recovering. We would
like to send Ginny. Don't worry about the Dursley's, we know they're
not there right now. And no its not a repeat of the best kept garden
award, we had nothing to do with it. Please don't try to argue, just
send a reply, and Ginny and Arthur will be there tomorrow.
Love,
Mrs. Weasley

Harry knew better than to argue. He scribbled a reply and sent the owl on its way. He supposed it wouldn't be too bad. He and Ginny had been getting to know each other better through the DA. He pondered for a moment Mrs. Weasley's reaction to him being home alone, then went into the living room to listen to the radio and lay on the sofa. After a couple hours he was asleep again.

Harry was walking through a strange house. Something bid him enter a room on the left. He entered what looked like a study. There was a desk, books, and someone in a high-back chair facing away from Harry. There was a knock on the door, which Harry now realized he had walked right through. He knew what that meant. Another nightmare. He always seemed to be a ghostly spectator to these horrible events.

"Come in." a voice commanded from the chair behind the desk. A death-eater walked in and kneeled before the desk.

"Do you have it?"

"Not yet, Master." A strangely familiar voice answered.

"What do you mean. I gave you a deadline, I expected this for use quite soon." The voice, who Harry knew was Voldemort said, getting angry.

"These things cannot be rushed, if you want them to work properly, Master." The death-eater, Snape, Harry realized, said.

"Crucio" Snape was writhing on the floor in pain, all dignity gone. Harry knew he looked the same. Harry knew not how long the curse lasted, only that he was beginning to almost feel sorry for his potions master. Suddenly the curse was lifted, and the pain dulled.

"When will they be ready?"

"A week." he croaked out.

"They better be. Dismissed."

"Yes master." He backed out of the room, and closed the door, stumbling slightly.

When Harry woke up he could still feel dull pain all over, and he was trembling. He went into the bathroom and splashed cool water on his face. He could see bruises forming on his arms from thrashing around, and his scar standing out livid red against his pale face. Grabbing a drink of water from the kitchen, he slowly headed upstairs to his own room. He looked at the clock. It was midnight. He hoped the trembling would go away by the time Mr. Weasley got there. It was only a short curse, so he would most likely feel better after some rest. -

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