Chapter 1. Harry's POV

I couldn't wait to leave Hogwarts and get to the Weasley's house for Christmas break. Quite frankly I needed to get away from OWL preparation. It was driving me insane. I couldn't wait to be able to sleep in, and not have to worry about anymore 16 page essays from Snape.

As Ron, Hermione, and I were boarding the Hogwarts express, I felt a rush of joy. We had our own cabin together, which was a huge benefit. Hermione instantly sat down and pulled out Hogwarts, A History, and started reading. Ron put his hands behind his head, and relaxed. I leaned my head against the window and watched the scenery go by.

When there was only a half an hour until we arrived at Kings Cross, Hermione closed her book. Ron looked over at her. I looked up too.

"I was in the library the other day, and I found something rather interesting." She said.

"In the library?" Ron asked"There's a shock"

"Never mind then if you don't want me to tell you!" Hermione said rolling her eyes.

No one spoke really until we arrived at the station. Mrs. Weasley wrapped each one of us in a hug. Including Ginny, Fred, and George.

Back at the Weasley house, everything was hectic. I decided that it would be best to proceed to Ron's room and drop off my stuff. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny followed me up the stairs. Ginny and Hermione turned into Ginny's room, while Ron and I went into his.

Once I unpacked my trunk I asked Ron,

"How is Ginny these days, she doesn't seem to be, you know, talking as much."

"Well I mean, the talking about you has certainly ceased….some." He replied.

I nodded. She did seem so different. But I tried not to let myself notice. Ron collapsed onto his bed, and put his hands over his eyes. I could tell he was tired too. He laid there for a while, and I wondered if he was asleep or not. I left him and went out into the hall.

On my way down the stairs I passed Hermione.

"Hey Hermione." I said.

"Oh, Hello Harry." She replied, then smiled. "How are you, lately you've been looking…concerned."

"Oh, no, no everything's fine, I've just been stressing, you know. OWLs."

She knows I'm lying. I thought to myself. But I knew Hermione well enough to know she would not pry.

"Alright, Harry, well let's go and help Molly with dinner." She suggested.

I followed her down the stairs, and then her and I helped Mrs. Weasley.