POV. Ginny Weasley.

Chapter one, The last Summer

The morning sun seemed brighter than ever when it woke me up that morning as is shined through the bedroom window. I yawned it had been a long night, sneaking out with Harry in the middle of the night, sitting under the moon and just letting him hold me, knowing I am here for him. But Harry had not been himself after the death of Sirius, I don´t blame him. Sirius was like a father to Harry and I know how much he loved him. I had a strong feeling that this year was going to be better, me and Harry where dating and Ron was fine with it- not that he had anything to do with that but Harry insisted that Ron would be fine with it before we started telling are friends. One more thing was that Harry was Quidditch captain and I just know I will get a spot in the team, and that means we can spend more time together. The door flew opened and my mum walked in, she had her short red hair standing in all directions.

"Dear, are you not up yet?" she asked, I looked at her and she was apparently looking for something.

"What are you doing mum?" I asked her back ignoring her stupid question if I was up yet. Mum looked at me and the she sighed.

"I am sorry dear I…" She stopped for a moment and looked around, she looked at my Quidditch poster, the picture of me and Harry at the beach that she took this summer and then at me again.

"You know what sweet heart, just get something to eat and then go to Harry and the others, they are playing Quidditch down by the lake" she said smiling, she was worried I knew that but I also knew that she didn´t wanted to talk about it. I got up and put on a pair of shorts and a with t-shirt, I put up my hair in a pony-tail and left my mum to her cleaning of my room. I skipped breakfast knowing mum would kill me if she found out, but without Fred and George in the house it was a lot easier to get away with things. I do miss them and when they don´t live at home you never know if anything happened to them and we do live in worried times. I got down to the homemade Quidditch pit within ten minutes after my mum send me out, Harry, Ron and Hermione was flying high in the sky (even though Hermione looked a bit worried) and they soon saw me standing down there waving to them. Harry landed not far from me dropping his broomstick hi lifted me up and kissed me, his lips on mine where the one thing I was sure of in life was perfect.

"Good morning" Harry said with a playful smile.

"Good morning, thanks for last night by the way. It was fantastic!" I whispered as Ron and Hermione came closer.

"Want to play sis" my brother asked me and handed me his broomstick, mine was broken.

"How about you?" I asked him and took the broom from him.

"I go and borrow Fred's old one" he said and started to walk away to get the broom, Hermione followed him. I turned to Harry who was on his way to kiss me again, I kissed him back letting his hands play with my long red hair with his fingers. I put my arms around him and holding him close to me. When Ron and Hermione came back me and Harry were already in the air flying, Hermione sat up on the broom she was not very happy with it but she hid it well. Ron was an ok flyer; he had some skills when he was in the mood for it. Me and Hermione verses Harry and Ron, this would be interesting. Ron let go of the Quaffel and both me and Harry started flying to get it. I got to it first and started to fly to the goals where Ron was keeper. Ron was moving from side to side as I was charging at him with the Quaffel under my arm. I could feel Harry getting closer but I also knew that he would not got up to me fast enough to take the Quaffel it was all up to Ron. I was going to the middle goal but in the last second I changed and threw it at the left on.

"GOAL!" I screamed and Hermione cheered without letting go of the broomstick.

"Common Harry, I know she is you girlfriend but know she is the enemy! Just imagine she is Draco or something!" Ron was screaming as he through the Quaffel to Harry. Harry just laughed and started flying again.

In the end Harry and Ron won, but only with two goals. As we walked in to the kitchen something happened I was not ready for. My whole family and also Remus and Tonks where standing there next to a gigantic cake.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY GINNY!" Mum was cheering and dam joined her, I had completely forgotten that it was the 11th of August – my birthday. Harry gave me a peck on my cheak and whispered.

"Happy birthday Ginny" I started opening my presents, from mum and dad I got all my new books I would need from Hogwarts, from Fred and George I got a bag that never gets full. Ron and Hermione gave me a green dress that looked amazing and from Harry I got a neck less shaped as a heart.

"It is beautiful" mum said when she was looking at the neck less, I swore to myself never to take it off.

That night I felt like the world was perfect, like there were no Voldermort out to get the man I love or after my family. I closed my eyes and started to drift away from reality.

I was dancing, not in the green dress that I got from Ron and Hermione. But in a white dress, a wedding dress. I was dancing for the moment with my dad, he looked down at me- he had never looked more proud.

"I think you husband would like a dance" we whispered and handed me over to what I thought was going to be Harry. But it was not Harry who took my hand, it was Tom. I don't know how I knew it was him, I had after all never seen him before. But I knew that it was him, his perfect black hair and dark brown eyes were staring down at me.

"You look wonderful" he said and started to pull his fingers through my hair.

"Thanks" I said, not knowing what ells to say.

"I missed you Ginny, miss you talking to me. Oh why did that potter boy destroy that diary" I stopped moving, this dream was giving me the creeps.

"But Ginny, don´t tell me that you don´t miss me" he said with a playful voice and moved closer to me, I were frozen to the ground, the other guests were still dancing, I saw Harry dancing with Hermione and kissing her as they slowly moved over the floor, and Ron dancing with Luna. Tom got ever closer and are noses were now touching. I saw noting ells but Toms brown eyes and his soft lips. He was getting closer now and in the same second are lips touched I woke up. I was breathing heavily, like I had been running. I put my face in my hands and felt the tears building up. I never cry, that is something I like about myself, that I don´t have that urge to cry. But I just had a dream about Tom Riddle, the man who made me feel accepted and loved- more than anyone ever had.

That morning I thought about telling Harry about the dream, but knowing who jealous he would get I made the decision not to. That next morning we were all going to Diagonally, Hermione and I were standing in the living room waiting for Harry and Ron who had overslept. Hermione looked at me and I made a horrible attempt to smile back to her.

"What is wrong?" She asked, I looked at her and just shook my head.

"No nothing is wrong" I said, she believed me, well at least she did not ask me more. When we got to Diagonally Harry, Ron and Hermione had to get their books, I already had mine so I went to the Quidditch store to get myself some new gloves. After that I meet up with the others outside of a coffee shop to get some tea. Harry sat down next to me and put his arm around me, I kissed him and then he and Ron started talking about school. Harry was the new Quidditch captain and Ron was going to try out as Keeper. I was also going to try out for the team, but as chaser. My mined drifted away to the dream, to mine and Tom Riddles dance, and I had to reminded myself that he was Voldermort and would always be. After sometime Harry asked me what I was thinking about.

"Just, stuff" I said and kissed him and started to talk with Ron about Quidditch.