A/N: Another
chapter. I decided to post more than one today, having written three chapters.
Hope you enjoy, please review.
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When Harry woke up that morning, he felt considerably better. Looking around
his room, he realized he better pick it up, as Ginny would most likely have to
stay in his room. He was a little ashamed of the way he had let things get.
Clothing, clean and dirty, muggle and wizard, was scattered everywhere, mixed
with books and school things. He threw a load of laundry into the wash, took a
shower and threw on some clean clothes that actually fit. At the beginning of
the summer he had bought himself some decent muggle clothes.
He went downstairs, grabbed a bowl of cereal, and went to pass his time in the
living room. Lately he had become somewhat addicted to music. Some song
purveyed his feelings perfectly. He liked almost anything, from country to pop,
but right now liked rock music best. He sat for hours just listening to the music.
He went upstairs to throw his laundry into the dryer. When he came back
downstairs there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find Mr. Weasley and
Ginny.
"Hello Harry! How are you?" Mr. Weasley said
"Hello." Ginny added cheerily.
"Hello Ginny, Mr. Weasley. Come in." He stood aside to allow them inside.
"So Harry, where shall I put Ginny's things?"
"In my room, I suppose. It's this way." He said, leading them to his room. Mr.
Weasley took a small trunk out of his pocket, and returned it to normal size.
"Do you think the Dursley's will mind if I make a few...alterations to your
room?"
"They hardly ever come in here. Go ahead."
Mr. Weasley set to work. First he cast an expanding charm so the room would be
able to fit the new bed and wardrobe he conjured for Ginny. Next he added a
fireplace and two comfortable armchairs. He handed Harry a bag of Floo Powder.
"If you ever need anything, don't be afraid to give us a fire-call. If there is
an emergency, you can floo to the burrow anytime; I'm having this fireplace
connected to the floo network in a couple hours. The whole room is spelled to
arrange anyway you want it, with anything in it, just concentrate hard on what
you want. Well I must be off now, Good-bye Ginny, Harry." He gave Ginny a last
hug, then apparated away.
"You feel okay Harry?" Ginny asked. You look a little pale. And are you
shaking?"
"I'm...fine."
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. Maybe some other
time?"
"I don't know. What is there to do around here?"
"Not a lot."
"I think I'd rather just get settled in here. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Anything you want to do is fine with me. How's Ron?"
"He's doing much better. The scars are almost completely gone, but mom's still babying him. Hermione's almost better to, just a little sore where she was hit with that curse."
"And you?"
"I'm perfectly fine. I'm happy you're letting me stay here, and talking to me. I swear I won't tell anyone things you might tell me. Have you been having more nightmares? Is that why you're so pale?"
"Yes." Harry answered reluctantly. "It's because of the cruciatus curse. I...I can feel it when he uses it, just as if he cast it on me. It only happen's every couple of weeks or so, and the shaking goes away in a couple days." He added, not wanting to alarm her.
"That must be awful. You had one last night, didn't you?"
Harry nodded his head. 'She's really observant' he thought. He took a good look at her. She had grown quite a bit. Her hair was down to her waist and a beautiful mix of red, auburn, and a little blonde too. She was wearing a black T-shirt with a red rose on the front, and a pair of blue jeans. She had developed a lot, 'No Harry! She's your best friends little sister. She's completely over you.' He furiously thought to himself.
"Poor Harry," Ginny thought. She took a look at him during the pause in their conversation. He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt with a wolf head on it, and black cargo pants. "Wow. No, he doesn't like you that way. Get over him already." She thought to herself.
"It's almost dinner time." Harry said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I can make something for us to eat."
"You can cook?" Ginny asked.
"I've been cooking for the Dursley's since I was six, yes I can cook." Harry said, a hint of amusement in his voice. They were both becoming more comfortable around each other.
After dinner, Harry showed Ginny where everything was, and told her all the rules the Dursley's had. They both got ready for bed, but lay awake for hours talking some more. Finally they fell asleep, and to Harry's luck, he had no further nightmares. -
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