A/N: My first long fan fic that I've went through with so I hope you all like it so please review and tell me what you think whether your response is good or bad

Disclaimer: As you all know I own none of the characters or places or anything but J.K. Rowling does.

The light streamed in on his eyes so that he had to squint when he opened them. His face was streaked with tears and he felt cold and clammy from the sweat that had poured out of him in the middle of the night. He had woken up with a sharp fierce pain in his scar, not out of the ordinary… but what was odd was that Voldemort hadn't even been in his dream at all. It was a simple dream about Dumbledore and Snape, having a conversation in his office. It was the middle of the night Harry noticed, seeing as all the Head Masters on the wall were sleeping soundly in their portraits, and the sky behind the purple velvety curtains was pitch black and filled with stars. Dumbledore appeared to be reading them when Snape entered his office. The two were just discussing school matters, on how Dumledore was getting old and how he may not be around much longer, and what would happen once he was gone. Harry couldn't see why they did this alone and in private in the middle of the night like this. There was one part of the conversation though that Harry was losing quickly, he tried to grasp the gist of it before it was completely gone as he scribbled all the details of his dream in his journal, but it was like trying to grab smoke with your bare hand, and before he could get anything on the paper the rest of the dream was gone.

Harry had been having dreams sort of like this one a lot in the past two weeks he had been at the Dursleys, and each one, he recorded in a dream journal, hoping that once they were all analyzed they would make some sense. Hermione had slipped the small red notebook in his pocket as she said good-bye after they left the platform. He smiled as he thought of her and how he would get to see her soon, as he would be 17 and could leave this hell-hole the Dursleys call a home… forever. She was staying the summer at the Burrow after visiting with her parents for two weeks… or so the last letter said. Harry had sent Ron a letter the first day back to the Dursleys, and he got one response back. After that Harry got no mail except the occasional owl from Mrs. Weasley containing a package of food and some encouraging words. She had really taken Dumbledore's death harshly. Harry enjoyed comforting her, even in letters; so far they had sent 3 letters each. He rolled over in his bed and set the notebook back on top of his letters. He groggily climbed out of bed, falling on the floor again, to the loose floor board. He pried it up and reached in, pulling a chunk of banana loaf back out and eating it hungrily seeing as the Dursleys didn't let him eat the night before. He wasn't allowed food until he had completed putting new shingles on half the roof and even then, only if he finished before dark (which they knew would happen).

Harry stood back up and went to the bathroom to take a shower; he examined himself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. All the hard work he was put to was actually doing him some good, he was developing a lot of muscle, even onto the muscle he had already built from previous labor, and quidditch practice. So he could now add physical strength to his list of advantages that could help in the final battle. Just as he stepped out of the shower he heard the phone ring, so he wrapped the towel around his waist running down the stairs. He caught the phone on the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi Harry!" a familiar female voice answered, sounding rather giddy.

"Hermione!?" She laughed "Who were you expecting?"

"Ummm, no one to tell you the truth, haven't heard from anyone is the past couple weeks"

"Oh well, we have been really busy, if fact I don't have long, I just wanted to ask if Ginny is there yet."

"Ginny?! Why would she be here? And who do you mean by we?" just then the doorbell rang. "Hang on Hermione, someone is at the door"

"Oh that's probably Ginny, listen, I have to go, but she can answer both you questions! See you later. Bye Harry!" He heard a click, then a dial tone, then the door bell ringing once more. His heart started to race as so many thoughts went through his mind in the time span of the 7 seconds between the phone and the door.

'Ginny? Here? What do I say? How do I act? Should I tell her I still love her? Should I tell her how much I love her? Should I pretend nothing happened? Should I try and get her back? 'All those questions and more popped into his head in that short of time. He turned the door knob and swung it open, hitting himself in the nose. A gorgeous young woman with fiery red hair and chocolate brown eyes that Harry found entertainment getting lost in, appeared in the door way, giggling, obviously amused by Harry's "smooth" greeting. Harry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly when he noticed he was drowning in the pool of chocolate that were her eyes again. Ginny's giggling split into a wide smile when she noticed that Harry was wearing nothing but a dark green towel tied at his hips. He motioned for her to step in as he closed the door behind her.

"What took you so long to get to the door?" Ginny said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Oh sorry, Hermione was just on the phone… seeing if you were here yet." Harry said with an obvious look of confusion on his face.

"I'll explain in your room, while you get packed" She answered before he even asked why she was there.

He began to climb the stairs, and turned when he noticed that she wasn't behind him. She was focused on all the pictures hanging in the hall, from the pink beach ball baby cousin to his rough obese wrestling cousin.

"Harry? There are no pictures of you." She half said half asked when she turned to look at him. He laughed bitterly.

"Did you expect any?" Harry said with an all too obvious bitter tone in his voice. Ginny looked down at the ground a little sheepish.

"No, I guess not" and she began to follow him up the steps and into his room. She smiled as she entered, the atmosphere was much different. Warm, friendly, more of a magical hint to it. It wasn't all neat spotless like what Ginny had seen so far, as far as she could tell up until then, no one was even living there. Harry had books strewn every where, dirty clothes on the floor, pictures of friends and even family in frames around the room. His trunk was sitting there open with all its contents spilling out. He sat on his unmade bed, and she followed. They exchanged a look that seemed to say, get on with it already. So Harry got off the bed and began to gather things around the room as Ginny climbed under his covers and curled up.

"I thought I wasn't leaving for another week or two?" Harry said stopping for a second and looking down at Ginny all cozy in his bed. He groaned to himself wishing he was curled up with her. She looked up at him before taking in a breathe to answer.

"You weren't but Bill is urgently needed at work in August, Dad still won't tell me why, but that means he has to have his wedding sooner."

"Hmmm, fair enough, to tell you the truth I completely forgot about the wedding."

"I can see why, looks like you have been busy," she replied, glancing around the room at the books and parchment and letters everywhere.

"Yeah, I guess so," He said as he went back to packing in his towel. "I have another question that I was told you can answer. What does Hermione mean by 'We have been really busy.'?" That really set Ginny off; she started laughing uncontrollably into his pillow. But she did manage to utter out some words.

"Guess… who… is spending… a few… weeks …with… her?" She got out between fits of laughter and trying to get air in. It took Harry a second for it to register, and then he too collapsed and started rolling around on the floor in hysterical laughter.

After they were finished their fit of laughter, Harry decided he had better get dressed. Ginny covered her eyes with his pillow while he put his boxers on, then he threw his towel on her. Ginny sat up and threw the towel back at him.

"Hey you, what would your brother say if he saw you looking at me in boxers." Harry stuck his tongue out at her.

"Like a towel was any better," she pointed out. But while we are discussing me seeing what you look like now, please Harry, tell me, when the last time you ate or slept?" Ginny asked, narrowing her eyes a little. He was skinnier than she had ever seen him and his eyes had dark circles around them.

"Well," Harry started "actually I slept a total of three hours last night and I ate a piece of Banana loaf not two hours ago."

"Seriously Harry, it's not healthy, you can't let them do that to you," Ginny scolded.

"Ginny, when I'm not busy with the mounds of work those people give me, do you honestly think I'll feel much like eating or sleeping after what happened. Besides, have you looked in a mirror lately?" Harry replied rather defensive. He put his hands around her waist and they could almost fit all the way around. He sat down next to her on the bed and sighed.

"Gin, why? He took my father, my god father, why does he do it; I don't think I want to know his motives. All I know is that he does, he always takes what I love, just because he doesn't even know what love is. You know that's why I did what I did at his funeral."

"Does that mean you love me?" Ginny asked nervously.

"It might," Harry blushed, "but things will be different when he is gone, I promise." He told her, stroking her hair. Ginny slapped his hand away and stared at him fiercely.

"And I'm supposed to lie around and do nothing while you're off fighting, I'm supposed to sit here like a good little girl worrying and waiting for my man to come back. I'm supposed to just sit around instead of fight for what I believe in," Ginny was standing up now her voice almost as loud as her mothers when she was mad.

'She looks so beautiful when she's mad.' Harry found himself thinking.

"If I do all that," Ginny continues, much softer now, "you wouldn't still live me, you are asking me to be someone I'm not Harry." This really hit him hard, she made a point there.

"You're right but... I… Oh Ginny, my answer right now is no, I can't be with you and you can't come, but doesn't mean I won't consider things over the summer." Harry smiled and hugged her and as his hands wrapped around her they reached her stomach and he began tickling her causing her to squirm and giggle.

"Har- ahhh hehe, Ha-!" but she couldn't even finish one word through the screaming and laughing.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" a thundering voice boomed through the room. Ginny looked up and saw a very large man with no neck and a thick bushy moustache.

"Oh sod off Dursley, he's just tickling me, I would have thought you would be very happy with me, I have come to rid you of him forever." Ginny was glaring at Vernon with a look of intense hatred. This surprised Harry a little. Obviously it took his Uncle by surprise too because he merely grunted and walked away to leave them alone. Harry noticed he still had his hand resting on her belly and blushed slightly.

"Well, I guess I had better finish packing." Harry got off the bed and continued absent mindedly throwing things in his trunk. Ginny sat there watching him for a while before noticing that she was being watched as well. Harry felt her take her eyes off him and looked up at his bedroom door. Harry's eyes went to very piggy eyes that were fixed on the beautiful redhead on his bed; though he was sure it wasn't her red head that his eyes were fixed on. Pig. Ginny shivered noticing the creepy way the very large bloke at the door was looking at her. He made a move to walk into his room but to his dismay found that the blubber that he was made up of wouldn't allow him. It was a new low; he now couldn't get through a doorway. Harry would have laughed if he wasn't staring at Ginny Weasley's chest.

"Who's the girl? Dudley asked taking his eyes off her to look at Harry.

"None of your business," Harry replied though gritted teeth.

"My name is Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley's sister, you may remember him," at that moment Dudley's hands hovered near his mouth and buttocks. She had managed to surprise Harry again in a short time span.

"Uh, so you lot don't all look like freaks then?" Dudley said a little less boldly than his first question.

"Don't talk to her that way!" Harry was furious.

"Harry I can handle myself." Ginny put a hand up to slap Dudley but the fat lump was saved by the voice of his father.

"Dudders! We're leaving, get in the car!" Dudleys wobbled down the stairs as fast as he could. The rest of their time spend packing was quiet and uneventful, until there was a knock at his bedroom door.

"Harry?" said a shaky voice. The door swung upon to reveal the face of his Aunt streaked with tears.