"Ham! Beef! Chicken! Every single meat you can imagine all right infront of them and they looked discusted!"

I pushed away a strand of my hair and continued to listen to my mother's rampage. She had no idea I could hear her from my room up the small flight of stairs, for she thought I was asleep.

"You did all you could, but I don't think anything is going to stop them from needing what they do."

My father's soft attempts to reasoon with mother hadn't cooled her down one bit.

"Well they'll just have to find somewhere else to hunt because I'm not dealing with their kind any more! I'm simply done!"

"We can't do that to Remus..."

"Remus can control himself Harry! Remus can stay here! I just want them out."

"I'll see what I can do Gin, but I'm not making any promises."

"If they don't coperate them I'm going down there to make them."

I herd mother push up her sleves and start as if she were marching down to the werewolves right now. I could always hear things I shouldn't, like the sound of mom stomping her little body twards the door and dad biting his lower lip.

"Gin?"

He said it in barley a whisper, but I herd my mother stop instantly as she herd the weak urgency in my father's voice.

"Please."

I struggled back tears at the sound of father's voice and then I knew just how bad things had gotten.

I felt it was time to stop this argument, so I emerged from my room, yawning and stomping a little on the stairs to give them a 'head's start' that I was coming. I listened to the sound of mother's eyelashes brushing against her cheek as she blinked at father to start the 'Rose is here' act.

When I woke up, it was dark again. I groaned as I realized just how late it was: 12:00pm. I pulled on my hand knitted slipper boots from Gran and truged silently to the side door of the Potter cottage. I smiled a little when I saw Seth, but that smile turned to a grimace when I saw the long, thin cut on his right cheek. I sliped outside, carefull not to let the screen door slam, then dashed into Seth's awaiting arms.

"What did you do to yourself?!" I yelped in a strangled wisper when we finished embracing.

"It's nothing love, just a scratch from a plant," Seth said. His voice was just how you would imagine a cool breeze on the hottest day of the year; soft and smooth, yet with a feeble force behind it that made sure that it was words, not air that came out of his mouth.

"Than how come your breathless?" I questioned, less franticly this time.

"You nocked the air out of me when you attacked me just now."

I smiled sheepishly and opened my mouth to speak, but his lips were on mine.

Everyone always said that I looked more like my father. I had his untidy black hair that fell in masses of wild, unruly curls to my waist; I had his peircing green eyes too. The only thing he didn't pass on to me was his lanky body. I enherited my small body from my mother, along with her and my father's inability to gain weight.

I noted all these things as I studyed myself in the mirror, trying to get my t-shirt to stretch instead of cling to my curves. I finnally gave up and pulled on a pair of worn out jeans, plotting my next shopping trip: to get everything in a large.

As I made my way downstairs to the kitchen I saw the farmilliar sight of Remus, Seth, Trace, and Frank sitting at the kitchen table with my father. They were all digging in to a breakfast of grits and bacon exept for my mother, who was starting to make a plate for me.

"Sleeping Beauty has awoken!" cryed Trace in mock surprise as he lowerd his Daily Prophet and cought sight of me entering the kitchen.

"How long was I out?" I asked.

""Long enough for your mother to sleep in and then make breakfast for everybody," Remus laughed. "A breakfast which is fantastic Ginny, not that it isn't always," he added, grinning sheepishly as he saw the glare he was given by my mother.

I sat down in the empty chair beside Seth as my mother set my plate infront of me.

"Since when did you read the paper?" I asked Trace.

"Since the results of the World Cup are in here," he responded. Not ten seconds later he yelled in triumph. "YEAH!! STONEWALL STORMERS WIN AGAIN!!"

"Damn.." my father muttered under his breath as he fished out ten sickles a gave them begrudgingly to Trace.

"I KNEW it! I just KNEW it! There the best team there is! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"

Trace was cut off as Frank slapped his hand over Trace's mouth and everyone sniggered.

"Trace, I need you to listen to me," Frank said gravely with a serious look on his face.

The room fell silent and everyone turned to look at Frank to see what was wrong, he sounded seriously concerned.

Frank took his hand of Trace's mouth and put it on Trace's shoulder and stared him straight in the eyes.

"Get. A. Grip."

The kitchen boomed with laughter as Frank finished saying what everyone was dying to tell Trace.

Everyone was busy that day. It was almost the end of summer and the time had finnaly come for the dreaded yardwork. Even though there wasn't much to it, you had to stand in the blazing August sun untill it was all done.

Trace had charmed a muggle lawn mover to go trim the grass all around the house, but still had to trail it to occasionally pry a gnome sized hat or a small pair of trousers from the bocked mowing machine.

Remus sat inside with mother and father, all of them laughing as they relaxed and watched us suffer in the grouling heat.

Once everyone was done with their outside chores, they all went inside exept for me. I started down a cobbled path untill I came to a place were it was covered by hanging willow branches. As I pulled them aside, a rush of cool air hit me and I sighed with releaf, at least there was somewere cool and private. I continued down the way untill I came to the source of the cool air.

The air was radiating off the surface of an ice cold pond. Every time I saw the water it took my breath away, no matter how many times I came. I sat down on the bank and dipped my hand into the freezing cold water, it felt good after sweating all morning. As I trailed my hand back and forth in the water I thought about how I was going to tell mum. How I was going do tell dad.

"Mom, I need to speak with you. No.. that is way to formall. Mamma! listen up! Oh god, I sound like an asshole... Dearest mother, lend me your ears? Uggh.."

I hit the water, making a small splash than watching it ripple. I didn't know how much longer I could stand to keep it a secret from her, but at the same time I was terrified about her probable reaction. I knew she knew that they were werewolves, so that wouldn't help a bit. I couldn't just be like 'Hey mom, I'm going out with someone who could possibly end up killing me! What's for dinner?'

I sighed, rolled up my jeans and thought about how angry she was going to be when she found out. I slipped off my sneakers and shuddered as I dipped my feet into the crystal clear water, sending ripples off to the other side of the pond. I listened to a distant bird sing.

The sun was almost touching the horizon as I picked up my shoes and started for the willow vail. The old stones marking the walk were refreshingly warm after siting in that cold grove, feet dangling in a pond with freezing water.

When the Potter cottage came into veiw, I saw someone sitting in an old white rocking chair, positioned on the porch of the house. The figure rose and went to stand in the lawn to greet me. I started to walk a little faster so as I could get to him as soon as possible. When I reached the grass, Seth smiled and beckoned me closer with the gesture of his arm.

As I reched his side I opened my mouth to speak, Seth put a finger over my lips before I could say a word. He took my hand and led me to the back yard, and I gasped at what I saw.