AN/ Drumroll Please Thanks for waiting guys…but here it is. I visited my laptop in hospital this morning and managed to retrieve a few documents before it had a heart attack and crashed on me…

So with out further ado, or guiding the lily, I give to you Part Five, True Colours as told by harry…

True Colors

I was bored. It was pure, mind numbing, and foot stomping boredom, which was driving me crazy. I was sitting in the common room, watching Ron and Hermione doing their homework, don't ask me why but for some strange reason, mine seemed to be finished. Instead of feeling pleased, this made me worried, if I had finished my homework before Ron, it meant I'd gone wrong somewhere.

But try as I might I wasn't able to concentrate. My mind had been somewhere else all week for some reason. Not for just any reason I told myself as I picked the frayed edges of the seat, I could think of one very good reason.

One short, red haired, brown eyed reason. Ever since I had seen Ginny that night she came out of the hospital wing, I've been completely preoccupied. Most of my thoughts were taken up with one little word. Why? Why had it taken me five years of knowing Ginny to finally realise what an amazing person she was? Why now? Why not sooner?

The other tiny little bit of my mind was the taken up by the question of 'What do I do now?' I didn't know what to do. If Ron found out, if Fred and George found out they would…well its best I don't dwell on such things, it'll just put me off my food.

I frowned at the thought, and picked up my History of Magic essay and tried to re-read it again, checking for mistakes. A few minutes later I realised I'd been staring at the same word, not concentrating at all and I threw my homework down with a frustrated groan.

"Harry what's up?" snapped Hermione.

I looked across to her, suddenly realising that I had thrown my essay at her, and she wasn't looking particularly happy about it.

"Nothing, I'm just bored" I replied sheepishly, as I retrieved my essay.

"Well if your looking for something to do, you can go and get a book from the library for me" said Hermione, with a look that said I'd just been treated to a huge honour.

It doesn't do well to get Hermione angry, it can make your life very difficult, so I picked up my bag and hurried out of the door, trying desperately to remember the name of the book she just told me. I walked down the corridor, smiling occasionally at people walking past, keeping my eye out for Ginny. She hadn't been in the common room all evening and I had been smart enough not to ask Ron where she was.

I approached to library and walked in though the large double doors earning myself a reproving glare from Madam Pince as I let them bang shut. I skulked into the dusty realms of arithmacy books, tying to keep out of the way of the touchy librarian while muttering to myself.

"Arithmacy…numbers for, no that's not it…maths and magic?" I asked myself, looking at the dusty volumes.

I was quite glad that no one could hear me muttering to myself madly, and I finally selected a likely looking book which looked about as heavy as it felt. I was just moving towards the large oak counter to check it out, when a book caught my eye on the shelf nearby. It was a small leather bound book, and the title was simple, but it got my mind racing.

"Teach yourself magical first aid" I said quietly, as I picked up the book.

My thoughts wandered back to that night in the common room, only two weeks ago, when Ginny had cut herself on that piece of pottery. I can still feel the helplessness I felt as she was bleeding nearly to death, as I did nothing. I promised myself that I would never let that happen again, as I flicked through the book I felt a slow grin spread across my features.

I approached the counter for a second time and received evil glares as I checked not one, but two of the librarians precious books out. Madam Pince was the kind of librarian who thought books belonged in a library and was supposed to be viewed from a distance and not read, and God forbid taken away.

My feet walked me home as my mind wandered, thinking about how much I'd be able to do if I knew first aid. The stuff they taught you at my old muggle school wasn't anything compared to what you could do with a wand. I amused myself imagining how the Gryffindor team would react when I told them I could heal every little sprain and cut we sustained during practise, without any need to visit Madam Pomfrey with her God-awful potions.

My thoughts were bought back down to ground when I heard the sound of singing echoing around the walls of the corridor. I looked around in confusion and spotted a door that was slightly ajar. I couldn't help but creep towards it and looked through the window. Inside where about 30 students, girls mostly, were standing in a semi-circle around an elderly witch in the centre.

The witch was one I recognised as Professor Chantuer, who if my memory served me correctly taught music in the Magical Arts syllabus. I can still remember Ron's face when I read out the list of subjects to chose for our third year as that one was mentioned.

"Magical Arts?" he had said, snorting with laughter, "Have you ever heard me sing? I sound like a herd of rampaging hippogriffs! And I can't even draw a stick man!"

I had agreed with him entirely and that was the only subject we had managed to instantly disregard. I laughed quietly to myself as I watched the professor wildly swinging the baton over her head, shouting out instructions for the song that they were doing at the moment.

"Brilliant…a little higher Jones…lovely. Now here comes the hard part…take the solo Anslow…good good…now you Weasley"

I choked mid laugh when I heard the name and craned my neck desperately trying to see above the heads of the crowd. I saw a flash of red hair in the centre and felt a slow grin spread across my face as I heard Ginny's voice echo through the room.

"But I see your true colours,

Shining though,

I see you true colours,

And that's why I love you,

So don't be afraid to let them show,

Your true colours,

True colours,

Shining through"

I stared through the window open mouthed as her voice floated across the room, singing loudly on her own before being joined by the rest of the choir. She had the voice of angel I thought dazedly as I picked her voice out from the rooms.

It as probably a good job she had her back to me, and couldn't see me watching her, otherwise she probably lose the air of confidence that I'd never seen around her before. I wondered idly why they were singing muggle songs, and what they were doing practising so late at night before another one of Ginny's solo's came up and I quietened my brain.

"Show me a smile, don't be unhappy

I can't remember when I last saw you laughing

If this world makes you crazy and

You take in all you can bare

You call me up- because you know I'll be there"

I smiled to myself as I listened to the lyrics, and quietly took my leave back to common room, hoping Ron and Hermione hadn't noticed how long I'd been gone. The lyrics were so Ginny, and I wondered how I'd never known she could sing. There were a million and one things I didn't know about her I told myself as I pushed my way through the portrait door, a million and one things I should know.

"Earth to Harry" came Hermione's voice, shortly followed by Ron.

"The lights are on but no-ones home" he said waving a hand in front of my face.

"What?" I asked, suddenly realising I was back in the common room, having no recollection of the trip there.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron, which irritated me greatly and Ron merely shrugged. I pushed the book into Hermione's hands and lay back in the seat, opening my new book.

"Since when did you ever study in your spare time?" asked Ron pulling down the cover of my book and grinning at me.

I shrugged noncommittally and continued to read the first chapter, humming a jaunty tune under my breath. My strange behaviour must have caught Ron off guard, especially the humming but he soon busied himself with his essay, which didn't look anymore completed than when I left.

"Hey Ron, I didn't realise Ginny took Magical Arts" I said in what I hoped was a casual voice a few minutes later.

"Yeah, crazy isn't it?" laughed Ron without looking up from his work.

"How did you know Harry?" asked Hermione giving me her usual searching look that told me she was as convinced of my act as Ron was.

"I just saw her singing in the old Charms classroom in a choir" I mumbled, hiding my face behind the book cover.

Ron gave a derisive snort that told me he didn't think much of Magical Arts as a lesson, especially one that you had to do late at night, but Hermione mistook this as a slate at Ginny.

"Ron! Your sisters got a beautiful voice!" exclaimed Hermione indignantly, "Hasn't she Harry?"

"Oh yeah" I breathed, trying desperately to remember the song she'd been singing.

Ron's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and Hermione covered her smile with a hand and a pretend cough.

"What do you mean Oh yeah?" asked Ron quickly.

"I…er…I mean she" I floundered, before taking a calming breath, "Don't you think she's got a good voice?"

"Of course I do…" muttered Ron, earning a reproving glare from Hermione.

"Oh, so she does, but I'm no supposed to notice right?" I asked, laughing slightly at Ron.

Hermione was regarding me in a very steady, analysing kind of way and I shifted slightly, becoming uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was heading whilst congratulating myself on getting one over on Ron. I cleared my throat, louder than I would have hoped to and decided to change the subject.

"So what do they actually do in Magical Arts?" I asked Hermione, who looked delighted at the thought of discussing classes again.

"Oh well Hogwarts: A history says that it covers three main aspects of the arts, much like in muggle schools. They do music, art and drama – with the added element of magic" said Hermione, once again sounding like she'd memorised the whole textbook.

"How do you add magic to music? Or drama for that matter?" I asked, actually wanting for the first time to listen to what Hermione had to say.

"Well music is actually a mild form of magic that even some muggles seem to capture" said Hermione sagely, "We just take it one step further. They learn how to use singing charms, healing with music all kinds of things. I'm not too sure about the drama though, I think Dumbledore just likes the thought of having a play at the school one day"

Ron soon lost interested in the conversation and had turned back to his homework as my mind wandered back to what I'd seen, listening to Ginny sing again in my minds ear.

"So why do they sing muggle songs?" I asked eventually, leaning back in my chair.

"I don't know, but Ginny told me they do a selection of muggle and wizarding songs. I guess they do muggle songs because half the population of Hogwarts has grown up muggle, so they know them best. Anyway muggle songs are so much better than wizarding ones." said Hermione matter of factly.

Ron gave another derisive snort, apparently he'd been keeping one ear on the conversation and Hermione turned and frowned at him.

"What was that Ron?" she asked.

"Nothing, I was just saying that any wizarding song could beat a muggle one, with its hands tied behind its back" said Ron innocently.

"Well, obviously you've never heard a muggle song Ron, otherwise you'd know that they're a million times better" said Hermione indignantly.

"Name one" said Ron simply, abandoning his homework for a second time to lean back and smile smugly.

"Er…" started Hermione, drumming her fingers on the table as she looked at the ceiling for inspiration.

"True Colours" I butted in, suddenly remembering the song from earlier.

"The one off the car advert?" asked Hermione trying to recollect it, before turning to Ron with a bright smile, "Yeah True Colours that's a good one"

"Never heard of it" said Ron frowning himself, "And what's a car advert anyway?"

It was going to be a long night I told myself as Hermione launched into a description of what TV was, which as Ron told her he already knew, then about adverts, then finally about why there's always music playing in the background. Ron's eyes had become slightly glazed and I could tell he'd stop listening when Hermione started talking about subliminal messages.

I let my own mind wander as I looked up to the clock. It was nearly half past nine, and I was wondering what time Ginny's lesson finished when she came rushing through the portrait clasping sheets of parchment to her. I watched her take a few deep breathes before her eyes roamed around the common room. She brightened up when I caught sight of her, and walked over.

"…yeah but what's the point? They want you to buy the car, not the music" said Ron struggling to grasp the idea.

"Hi guys, what you talking about?" asked Ginny as she fell into the seat next to me, and dropped her parchments onto the table.

"Oh hi Gin" said Hermione distractedly before rounding on Ron again.

"What's going on?" she asked me quietly as Hermione and Ron started to bicker quietly between themselves again.

"Were having a discussion don't you know. We're trying to decide whether muggle music's better than wizarding music. At least we were until those two started on at each other"

Ginny laughed and watched as Ron starting waving his arms wildly as Hermione flinched back to avoid being knocked out. I watched Ginny laughing, not concentrating while wondering for the millionth time since why I had never noticed how beautiful she was.

I groaned to myself as I wondered what Ron, or Seamus or Dean would think if they heard my thoughts right now. Well I was pretty certain what Ron would think but the other two would think it was hilarious.

"Muggle music's definitely better" said Ginny, which earned her a disbelieving look from Ron and a triumphant one from Hermione.

"Gin, your supposed to be on my side" said Ron incredulously.

"Why? Anyway I'm right. Wizarding songs are always about stupid things like curses going wrong or broken wands, they're pointless. Look at Uncle Bert's favourite: 'I didn't have these horns last night', it just proves my point" said Ginny, smirking slightly.

Both Hermione and me burst out laughing and even Ron was forced to admit it was quite funny. I made another note on my mental checklist of a million and one things that I should know about Ginny Weasley, she was witty.

"What's bought on this sudden interest in music?" she asked when the laughter died down.

"Well Harry was just asking about Magical Arts class after he saw you tonight" said Hermione before I could kick her in the shins.

Ginny's face flushed slightly and she frowned before a false smile instantly replaced it.

"You saw me singing?" she asked in a slightly strained voice.

"Not really, just noticed you in the choir as I walked past" I lied, which bought on a relieved smile from her.

"Oh right…anyway I better go to bed, I'm so tired" she said hastily, striding up to her dorm before we could say goodnight to her.

"She didn't look too good" commented Hermione thoughtfully a few seconds later.

"Nah, she just always gets really self-conscious singing in front of people. I've only ever heard her a few times, and that was by accident" commented Ron.

"But she sings in front of all those people in class" pointed out Hermione.

"Yeah, but you won't believe the palaver we went through to do the class. I point blank refused her to do Divination and she's rubbish at maths and languages so all that was left was Magical Arts and Care of Magical Creatures. She's only doing it for the art though I think" explained Ron.

"She good at art?" I asked curiously.

Ron nodded emphatically, and was soon joined by Hermione. Once again I wondered how many hidden talents Ginny actually had.

"Oh yeah, they're really quite brilliant, she could sell them if she wanted to, but she thinks they're rubbish" said Hermione, frowning at Ginny low self-esteem.

The conversation petered out and the other two went back to their essays. I shuffled through my papers on the table, filing them away in my bag before I came across the stack of parchment Ginny had brought in and apparently forgotten about.

It was sheet music from her class and I attempted to decipher the foreign looking symbols and scrawl that covered the page. I'd never paid much attention to music at my muggle school, and even my limited knowledge was from five years ago, so all I could understand were the words. Parts of the song where highlighted in red, which I supposed were Ginny's lines.

I flipped through the pages taking in the titles and artists, recognising only a few, but I started to see a pattern emerging in her choice of music. True colours was in there, as well as a song called Dreaming of you, Tell him, What do I have to do, Dangerously in love, For you I will, Emotion…

I smiled as I flicked through the rest, Ginny is a real romantic. I took a closer look at the lyrics, but most of them seemed to me like sad songs, all about people losing love, or unrequited love. I gave a guilty squirm and put down the parchments feeling a little sick all of a sudden.

"I'm going to bed you guys" I said in a raised voice over the small row that was still going on, before trudging off to bed with a heavy heart.