AN: Here's my first try at fanfiction. I've been reading stories for about 2 years now, and I've written alot. This is just one I liked more then the rest.

Chapter 1 ---- The Fang

The repetitive clicking at the window was something that Harry Potter had become accustomed to over the past two months of his summer holiday. His stay at Privet Drive, reduced to nothing more then a morning walk, followed by a trip to the bathroom, then a riveting day of sitting in his room doing homework. With no real reason to talk to the Dursley's, who had taken it upon themselves to shun Harry as though infected with the Bubonic Plague, Harry was left with really no alternative. While he didn't, yet, know what O.W.L.S. he had received, it in no way stopped him from studying everything.

And he meant everything. If Snape was going to make it impossible for him to learn in class, then he'd learn it on his own. The prophecy had one effect on Harry, it gave him motivation to be the best is every subject. In his mind, every bit of knowledge that he gained was one step closer to killing Voldemort. While he still didn't think that he had a chance, he felt he at least had to try. For Sirius, was all his mind repeated when he got bored.

The clicking again intruded into Harry's psyche, which was focused on Charms book the size of Dobby. Slamming the book shut, Harry got up and threw open the window, only to be bombarded by three owls. He knew he'd get more letters for his birthday, but really. While he may have been handling Sirius' death well, that didn't mean that he felt any less guilty over the injuries his fellow students had been forced to endure after the incident.

Hermes and Pig were locked in aerial combat over Harry's head now over who would give their package to Harry first, Hermes losing terribly due to the fact that he was attacking the air next to Pig instead of the tiny owl itself. Harry decided to resolve the problem by taking the box off of the gray owl sitting on his bedpost, watching the fight in a manner that eerily resembled Luna Lovegood.

Taking the box from the owl, he read the small note scribbled in Hermione's writing.

Dear Harry,

Here's your birthday present. Hope that you like it. –Hermione

Opening the box, Harry found a watch with the Gryffindor crest in the middle. Putting it on, the watch let out a loud roar followed by, "You're procrastinating, finish your homework." Harry found a small knob on the side that allowed him to turn down the volume so that it was a mere whisper.

Taking the large package from Pig, he read the note from Ron.

Hey Harry,

Hope this makes your time a bit easier. Cost us a fortune, but with how the twins business is going, it's no problem. Besides, our Quidditch captain needs to be on top of his game. Thought it may be better then whatever book Hermione got you. She's with us at the Burrow, and she made a big deal about not telling me what it was. –Ron

Harry found that in the small, square box covered in Cannons wrapping paper, a golden snitch. Harry spent about half an hour letting it fly around the room and catching it before he put it back in its box and turned to the rest of his presents, all of which were now weighing down on Hermes, whose strength looked to be fading.

For the most part, the rest of his gifts were mundane. An large box of assorted food from Mrs. Weasley, a small dragon statue to fight with his Triwizard one, and only a letter from Remus, a sign to Harry that the werewolf was really down on his luck lately. Ginny's on the other hand, definitely threw him off his game. He read the note in, what he suddenly thought was really pretty handwriting.

Hiya Harry,

I know your summers probably boring, so I'll try not to waste your time much. I'm gonna bet that the others got you really great presents, so mine's not gonna seem so great. I just thought that after all the stuff you did for us with the DA and all, that it was only right that you have this. I've been keeping it since 2nd year. I don't know why, it's just always been something that I thought kept me safe .It reminded me of how you came down there, for no other reason then to save me. And now I guess it was just time to give it to you. Maybe it'll remind you of how brave you really are. – Love, Ginny

Harry moved over to pick up the long, scarlet box that was the only left. He pulled it open and pushed aside the black tissue paper to reveal a pearly white Basilisk fang with splatterings of black ink near the point. It was the one that he had pulled from his arm, the one he'd used to shred Riddle's diary to pieces. The ink spots covered the blood that had stuck to it, Harry's blood.

Something about this threw Harry off his rocker. She had sent him something this personal. Sure he had been bitten by it, but the fact that she kept it, saved it, to remember him meant a lot to him. And how little he really knew about her, that bothered him. And every time he looked at the fang, rolled it around in his hands, reminded him of that fact.

He sat down at his desk after letting the owls out, pushing aside his textbooks to write on the stack of parchment bellow it. He was gonna try to make it up for her, Sure it was six years late, but still, he was going to do his best. He spent 'til four o'clock of the next morning writing and re-writing his response to Ginny.

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Ginny Weasley had spent all night in her room crying. Despite her adamant belief that she was at the point where she no longer needed the symbol of her savior anymore, she had been, without question, dead wrong. She had spent hours clutching her covers for dear life, seeing the image of a bleeding Harry outlined by a dead Basilisk, and a laughing Tom, every single time she closed her eyes. And while Ron helped out at the twin's store, and her mother spent most of her time trying to keep Grimmauld Place in working order for…well the order, she was left to continue her sobbing all day, accompanied only by Pig, who was circling the room for about the 378th time that day, and a picture of a stunned Harry taken by Colin in her 1st year.

Her torments were finally ended at around 5, when her blood-shot eyes started following an ever growing black dot, masked by the shadows cast by the falling sun. When it finally arrived at her window, she recognized it as Hedwig. This only added to her torments. Sobbing even more now, she threw open the window, allowing Hedwig and Pig to start a screaming contest.

"RON'S NOT BLOODY HERE YOU DAMN BLOODY BIRD!!!!" Ginny screamed, putting both of the owls to shame. Hedwig, startled for a moment, reacted in a fervor, pecking at Ginny's had until she pulled off the letter, and saw her name scribbled on it in Harry's writing.

AN: Ok, there's the first chapter. I have 3 more written, but I'm not gonna put them up until you guys review. I've been reading for so long, and I know how annoying that is. But without reviews, I have no incentive. So, get to reviewing.