"That was strange," mumbled a sleep-deprived Harry Potter. He had just gotten back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place after defeating Voldemort and was anxious to continue with life. But now, even though it was midnight, he was hearing noises, or so he thought. Then, in a quick few, blurry seconds, a red head girl rushed into the room where he had been trying to sleep and threw her arms around him.

"Oh Harry," she sobbed, "I thought you were a goner back there at Hogwarts. When I saw Hagrid carrying you I didn't know what to think. I was hoping you weren't but after Fred..." She continued sobbing as Harry sat up and protectively held her away from any more fear and sadness. He knew that after the past night that she couldn't handle any more of it.

"Ginny, love," he said in a soothing voice, "it's ok now. We're both here and soon everything will all be ok." Harry continued to hold her close to him and soon she stopped crying. He gently placed his hand under her chin and tilted it up so they were looking face to face. Her tear-streaked face was shining brightly from the moonlight coming through the blinds on his window and Harry thought that even though she was crying, she looked gorgeous. He had never seen anyone, or anything in that matter, look so beautiful in all of his life. Ginny didn't usually cry so when she did it made Harry's heart break in two. He knew that somehow it was good for him to be close by in case something happened to her. But how could they stay close together? She couldn't stay here, Harry knew, because Mrs. Weasley would never allow it.

Then it dawned on him. He jumped up off his bed, were he left a startled Ginny, and took off downstairs to the fireplace. Ginny had rushed after him wondering what could be so important that he had to leave her very upset in his room. When she found him, his head was placed in a fire of green flames and he was saying something that she couldn't fully understand. But from what she did hear made her extremely excited. The tidbits she heard sounded kind of like, "...stay at the Burrow...Ginny...I'm needed greatly...she needs me there with her..."

Once Harry finished asking Mrs. Weasley for permission to move back in with them he quickly pulled his head out of the fire and ran over to Ginny. She obviously knew what he was doing because one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen was glowing on her face.

"We're going home," Harry said, "we're really going home. Together."

After packing and repacking his things, Harry and Ginny side-apparated to the Burrow where they were welcomed by the entire Order of the Phoenix. Everyone imaginable was coming up to Harry telling him how brave and cunning he was and giving him congratulatory pats on the back. Before long it was dawn and Harry still hadn't had any sleep. Mrs. Weasley obviously noticed because she promptly shooed everyone out and ordered him to go rest upstairs in Ron's room where they always had the spare bed for him. Ron, he guessed, hadn't heard the party that night because he was still sound asleep and only noticed Harry when the door was shut just a bit too loud.

"What," Ron mumbled before realizing who was there. "Harry! Good to see you mate. Wait, what are you doing here?"

"I'm hanging out with my favorite family of course!" Ron laughed at Harry's sarcastic remark glad to see that he'd gotten his humorous side back since the previous day.

"But seriously, what are you doing here Harry?" Ron face grew serious as he noticed that Harry had become very quiet and extremely red.

"Well," Harry began, a slight awkwardness creeping around the room, "your sister made an unexpected visit to Grimmauld Place last night. She was very upset about everything that's been happening so I decided to come stay here so I could be near her." The whole time Harry had been talking, his face had been growing redder and redder. When he finished Ron had been gaping at him in disbelief.

"Nothing happened at your place, right?" Ron was almost fuming which took Harry aback just a bit. He had never seen Ron act this way towards him and it was slightly scary. Now it was Harry's turn to fume though. He couldn't believe Ron was making such awful accusations. It wasn't like they had been doing anything indecent.

"What?! You're accusing me of something happening when all that really happened was her sobbing and me coming here." Harry's voice was constantly rising which was now making Ron shrink back a bit.

"What's going on in here?" Ginny was now standing at the door wearing an expression that was a cross between curiosity and exasperation.

"Nothing, love." Harry's face told that he was lying and Ginny's face became more firm and questioning. It was hard for him to lie to Ginny anyway so eventually he blurt out the whole story. In the end, Ginny had ended up mad at both of them for acting so childish but was furious with Ron for accusing Harry of something happening. When she was done yelling, Ginny was happy to see that both of the boys looked frightened and taken aback by her yelling and she left grinning from the looks of shock on their faces.

Once gone, Harry decided to finally get some rest while Ron, whose stomach always got the better of him, went downstairs to get some breakfast. But Harry was having a hard time sleeping. He kept remembering all the people that died because of him and when he did fall asleep he was very fitful. Just because his scar wasn't hurting anymore didn't mean he still didn't have dreams...

"Ginny?" Harry rushed over to the motionless red head who he noticed was staring at something.

"What's wrong?" He then realized that she had been staring at the grave of Tom Marvolo Riddle. "That's odd." He didn't think that a grave would actually be made for Voldemort considering how evil he was. Then, all of a sudden, about five or ten green lights flashed by.

"Harry!" Ginny was shrieking and he turned to see her being dragged away by a death eater.

"Ginny! Hold on," Harry was screaming to her while trying to dodge the curses. It wasn't long though before he reached Ginny's captor. He also wasn't surprised to see who it was.

"Malfoy."

"Well, if it isn't Mr. Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to see you. Actually you're just in time for the main event," Malfoy sneered pointing at a stunned Ginny, "when we kill your precious little girlfriend."

"You wouldn't dare Malfoy, you haven't got the guts." Harry hoped that his taunts were working because he was out of ideas. He knew that if he tried getting closer to Ginny, Malfoy would go ahead with the curse. So were there any other options?

Just then, Harry decided what to do. He quickly threw on his invisiblity cloak, which he seemed to have gotten from thin air, and ran towards Ginny. Malfoy couldn't seem to figure out where he went because he only turned around in time to see that his captive was gone.

"Potter!" Malfoy's scream echoed through the graveyard as Harry ran with Ginny slung over his shoulders. But before he could reach the gates, Malfoy stepped in front of him.

"You didn't think you could really get away under that little invisibility cloak, did you? I mean, I could still see your feet and your knees." Malfoy was pointing at the clearly visible portion of Harry's body. In shock, Harry accidently dropped Ginny and was about to reach for her when...

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry heard a death eater scream the curse and before he could react, Ginny had suddenly woken up and blocked it, using herself as the shield.

"Ginny!" Harry's cry of anguish was heard for miles. "No, you must wake up. Don't leave me, Ginny!"

"Harry?" Harry woke with a start when he heard her voice. Even though he was drenched with sweat he sat up and embraced Ginny as tightly as he could.

"Harry, you're crushing me!" Ginny wiggled free of the tight hug and gave him a questioning look.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "it's just that...you were...and now you're..." Spit it out! "I had a bad dream that's all."

"Are you sure you're ok?" Ginny face was full of concern and he knew that she meant well, he just wasn't ready to tell her about the dream. Plus, even if he wanted to tell her, he wouldn't know what to say.

"Harry?!"

"Sorry," Harry smiled apologetically at her, "I just have a lot on my mind right now." Ginny nodded knowingly and took his hand. "Supper's almost ready. Are you going to come?"

"Sure." Harry followed her down the stairs into the kitchen. When they entered, they were still hand in hand. George, who had recently gone through probably the second worst trauma, gave a half-hearted cat call to them. Mrs. Weasley shushed him as Ginny led a still half-asleep Harry to the table. She quietly took the seat next to his and placed her hand on his leg. He feebly smiled at her before looking at the food Mrs. Weasley had set in front of him.

About an hour later, everyone but Harry had finished eating. Actually, Harry hadn't even started"Aren't you hungry dear?" Mrs. Weasley looked at him worriedly and pressed her hand to his forehead, "You aren't sick are you?" Harry just kept staring at his plate and didn't say a word. Just then a strange dizzying sensation came over him.

"Ginny," he said in a daze. The next few seconds went by in a blur. There was a green flash of light. Everyone stood up frantically, wand in hand, but before Harry could, a sharp pain went through his body. Then darkness...