A/N: Thanks for bearing with me for the last chapter, I promise, this one will be much longer! P.S.I am a red head so I do know for a fact how red our faces get and how bad our tempers are! P.P.S. My replies to the comments are:

Savita wrote: Looks like a great story... I can't wait for the next chapter!

Thank you Savita for being both my first, and only commenter. And for your support as well. Honestly, I enjoy writing this and I myself am wondering where i'm gonna go with this story. Love, me.

A/N 2: Knock knock.

Who's there?

You know.

You Know Who?

Exactly.

Get It? Yes?No?Maybe so? I hope so...

Disclaimer: I WILL NEVER EVER OWN THIS BOOK SERIES! THIS ALL BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING UNTILL I START ADDING OC'S. OC'S BELONG TO ME. ONLY ME. EVERYBODY ELSE GO TO THAT WONDERFUL LADY.

10 years, many accidents, and many, many explanations later, Harry Potter awoke with a start. He was having that dream again. The one where he woke up with desire to go somewhere else, the longing to talk to her again. Ginny was one of the few people keeping him sane in the Dursley home, with his sick aunt, tempermental uncle, and whale of a cousin, Dudley. His aunt Petunia was his favorite person in the whole world untill she fell extremily ill on the day he turned 9. She could barley lift her head on that day. The only good thing that came of that was his new imaginary friend, Ginny. She listened to his problems, worries, and his fear of his uncle, Vernon. In return she told him of the world she came from. The magic of her world oddly made Harry calm. Ginny always had his back, no matter what. Sadley, he could only see her in his dreams.

His uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley, however, hated Harry more than ever after that night. Dudleys taunts and beatings were more and more frequent. But they were nothing compared to Vernon's. Every morning Harry would be awoken by Vernon yelling at him to start breakfast. He learned not to dawdle, though. The one time he did that he ended up with another beating from 'Sir Punch Alot'. But today, he didn't hear Vernon yelling, he only heard the loud snores coming from Dudley right above him. He was amazed that kid didn't fall through the ceiling. Amazed, but thankful. But normally, at this time at night, Vernon's snores would accompany Dudley's. This alarmed Harry. Was Vernon awake?

Harry jumped. He heard footsteps coming towards his cupboard. They were abit quieter than normal, but Harry knew it was Vernon. Sure enough, the door flew open, and there, stood Vernon. Harry somehow instantly knew his uncle had been drinking, his horrid breath gave that away. What really scared Harry, though, was the fact that a thick belt was in his hands.

"I want you gone, boy. You hurt Petunia with your own freakishness. You deserve to be punished."He said threateningly.

Harry felt goosebumps creep across his skin."Y-Yes uncle."He said quickly.

Vernon gave Harry a demented smile."You'll be paying with your life. I want you to leave. You won't be taking anything, either. Just yourself, if you can pick yourself off the ground."

He then walked towards Harry, grabbing him by the hair, and walked into the sitting room. He threw Harry onto the floor, and started beating him with the belt. Every place that the belt hit, made Harry feel like he was on fire. Then Vernon lifted his foot high, and brought his foot crashing down. He was planning on hitting Harry in the ribs, possably crushing his heart, but his foot made contact with nothing but air. Because at that very moment, Harry disapeared

Mean while, in the Burrow, Ginevra Weasley had just gotton out of the bath. She was just putting on her nightclothes until she felt one of the worst pain she had ever felt in her life. It felt worse than anyof the few thrashings her mother had ever given her. She cried out in pain, and fell to the floor. Normally, she didn't react to pain, but this pain was unexpected, so she did react.

Not another second was wasted as her mother burst into the bathroom, confused by what she saw. There, on the floor, was her Ginny, half dressed, on the floor, crying out in pain. Molly rushed over to her and asked her what was wrong. "I-I don't know."She stammered. Molly fixed her nightgown and picked up her 11 year old daughter.(A/N: yes, she and Ron were made twins just to make things easier and me(Please don't)) She checked in Ron's room to make sure the same thing wasn't happening to him as well. Then she carried Ginny into her room and laid her on the bed. She tucked in her daughter and left the room. She had just walked into the hallway when she saw a bright flash of golden light. Looking into the room, she saw the craziest thing ever. There was a raven-feather black haired boy shriek in Ginny's bed. Molly looked in shock as Ginny and the mystery boy looked into each other's eyes.

"Ginny?!"

"Harry?!"They said in perfect unison.

A/N: Another chapter done! I'm pretty proud of myself to be honest. And it's longer too. See ya next time to find out what happens next!

~MadnessOverEverything.