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A/N: This story is written for the "The Bond" Challenge on SIYE.

Chapter 1: Damsel in Distress

"Ginevra."

He whispered the name to the air. The name had sustained him for the last couple of days. It was the food he ate, the water he drank, it was the very air he breathed. It had been this way ever since he took the mission from the king to save the princess, Ginevra.

She was in the castle he was facing now. The castle stood on top of a mountain, surrounded by hot boiling lava. He knew she was being guarded by a ferocious dragon. But he was not afraid, he had her name to help him. The name that had helped him so far. Her name would be more helpful to him then the sword he had at his side.

The simple act of whispering the name gave him all the courage he ever needed. A sweet smell of flowers accompanied the uttering of the name, it drove away the smell of sulphur and ashes.

Letting the uttering of the name fill him he walked across the wooden bridge that lay across the ravine. With the name still in his heart he entered the castle and climbed towards the highest tower.

The dragon came when he was crossing one of the many courtyards.

"Ginevra."

He whispered the name again. It was not a battle cry, such a name should never be shouted, it destroys the magic of the name. He did not need to raise the sword, the dragon recoiled away at the sound of the name, the name of its prisoner, said in such reverence was to much for the dragon, and it scurried away.

He continued on his way through the castle, until he reached the uppermost chamber in the tallest tower. And there she was, sitting on the white bed, dressed in the finest white silk. Her red hair framing her head like a fiery waterfall.

"Ginevra."

He whispered again. She looked up. Brown eyes met Green, and she stood up, smiling brightly. He could not help himself, he stepped forwards, never looking away from her eyes. And he leant forwards to kiss her.

"GET UP BOY!"

Ten year old Harry Potter woke up with a start at the sound of his uncle's voice, and nearly hit his head on the ceiling of the cupboard under the stairs where he slept.

"Don't make me call you again!" Harry could hear Uncle Vernon say.

Quickly Harry got dressed, his thoughts still with the dream he just had. It was not the first time he dreamed of this girl 'Ginevra'. Mostly Harry had to save her from a castle surrounded by hot boiling lava. But sometimes she saved him from his cupboard, or his bullying cousin. Harry wished she was real, maybe she could save him for real. A moment later Harry chided himself. Such thoughts would only get him into trouble. She was not real, she did not exist. No one would ever save him.

Little did Harry know that at that very moment a letter was being delivered to the Dursleys that would change his life forever.

One hundred miles away nine year old Ginny Weasley woke up from a very nice dream. Once again she had dreamt that she was a prisoner in a tower guarded by a dragon, being saved by her knight in shining armour, Harry Potter. Ginny was very glad her brothers never found out about these dreams, since Ginny was not the type of girl that would allow herself to be saved like that. But since it was Harry Potter doing the saving, it was okay to Ginny.

Ginny slowly got up and looked around her room. The whole room was painted green, the green of his eyes. The green of his eyes as he looks at her and whispers her name. He always calls her 'Ginevra', again Ginny would never allow anyone to call her that, but if he said it, it was okay. Especially if he said it like he says it in her dreams.

He always says, no whispers it three times. First when he arrives outside the castle, then to chase away the dragon, and then when he stands in front of her.

He always leans over as though to kiss her, but he never does. He always disappears at exactly that moment.

Ginny also had other dreams about Harry Potter. Dreams where he was stuck in a broom cupboard, or he was being bullied by a big boy. And then it was always her turn to save him. Surely those dreams were not true, just like she never was in a castle surrounded by hot boiling lava. Harry Potter surely never slept in a broom cupboard, or was being bullied. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived after all.

Maybe one day Ginny would meet Harry Potter for real. Then they could get married and live happily ever after. Yes, surely any other outcome was not possible.

"Ginny, can you get some eggs from the chicken coop?" Ginny heard her mother ask.

Groaning Ginny stood up and got dressed, getting rid of her silly thoughts. She would never meet Harry Potter. She was just little Ginny Weasley, dreaming like that would only get her into trouble. Harry Potter surely would never notice her.

When Ginny had gathered the eggs and brought them back inside she noticed that 4 owls had arrived, and that her mother was gathering the letters from them. The Hogwarts letters had arrived. Ginny was disappointed that there was no letter for her.

Molly turned towards her daughter and must have seen the look on her eyes.

"Don't worry Ginny, yours will come next year," Molly said reassuringly.

"I want to go this year," Ginny said, she was horrified that she sounded whiny.

"It seems that we have to plan a visit to Diagon Alley," Molly said musing, while the rest of the family came downstairs for breakfast.

Albus Dumbledore was walking across the grounds of Hogwarts towards Hagrid's hut. He needed Hagrid to see to it that Harry got his letter. Normally Albus would trust that the Hogwarts' owls would do the job, but this was too important to have it not checked. Albus had it on good information that Harry had not read the first letter.

Normally Albus would send Minerva to check it out, but Albus remembered how Minerva reacted to him placing Harry with the Dursleys. Albus was afraid that Minerva would be to severe to them and Harry. Hagrid was the perfect person for the job.

As soon as Albus knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut he could hear Fang barking at him. The door opened moments later.

"Dumbledore, sir!" Hagrid said, and allowed Albus inside.

Albus scratched Fang behind the ears while Hagrid busied himself with serving tea.

"Hagrid, I have something for you to do," Albus said as soon as Hagrid had served the tea.

"It would be a honour," Hagrid said, smiling.

"I want you to see to it that Harry Potter receives his Hogwarts letter, and that he is ready to attend Hogwarts come the First of September," Albus said seriously.

"Me sir? Am I the right person ter do this?" Hagrid asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.

"I can't think of anyone better," Albus said smiling, making Hagrid blush brightly.

"Then it will be done," Hagrid said, nodding.

"Use any means necessary, including magic. Take him to Diagon Alley if his relatives won't do it, here is his Gringotts key, you are going to need it," Albus said, giving Hagrid a small key.

Hagrid nodded while he accepted the items.

Albus stood up to go back to the castle, but realised that Hagrid could run another errand if he was in Gringotts anyway.

"Oh, Hagrid. If you go to Gringotts anyway, then you might as well pick up a special package for me. It is in vault seven hundred and thirteen, I'll write you a letter authorizing you to take the item in it," Albus said, pulling out some parchment, ink and a quill, so he could write the letter on the spot.

After Albus had given Hagrid the letter, he turned to leave again.

"Oh, Hagrid? Don't forget to tell Harry how to get onto platform nine and three quarters," and with that Albus went back to the castle.