From Other Times To Ours
Prologue
Harry spent all summer waiting for someone to come and take him away from the Dursley's. He finally got his wish. The Order had come about half way through the summer and brought him here, to Grimmauld Place. Of course, it wasn't the happiest place on earth but it was better then the Dursley's because here he had his friends, and people who cared about him.
Of course, he still had that trial bumming out his summer. He still didn't understand why two Dementors turned up in a completely muggle area and Dumbledore wasn't helping him at all. He's only been at Grimmauld Place for a few nights and yet he couldn't understand why Dumbledore was avoiding him.
He knew it was no use feeling sorry for himself, as he had all summer, because all it lead to was yelling... lots of yelling.
Harry went downstairs to try and distract his thoughts and spend sometime with Sirius. On his way down to the living room where Sirius was he bumped into someone slouched against the wall. He was about to ask them why they were sitting there when he realized two things; one, they were unconscious and two,
"Ginny?"