A/N- I am done with school!!!!! So hopefully I can find a regular updating schedule. Anywho, this chapter is not as good as I wanted it to be, but I just couldn't fix it. Oh, and the prophesy at the end was written by SecretDestiny. Her story is so much better than mine. It's called A Dreamers Reality. Go read it after you read mine. Also, I just wanted to tell u all that this will not be a romance, at least nnot for many more chapters. By the Way, next chapter I promise to include Hermione in the story. Oh, and my friend said that it was unclear last chapter thatharry read both letters, so I am saying that now. HE READ BOTH LETTERS.

Disclaimer- JKRowling owns the Harry Potter series and my friend Secretdestiny owns the prophesy at the end of the chapter.

It was 5:50 pm and Harry was waiting nervously. He had already said all his good-byes to his work buddies that morning. It was supposed to be a work day, but since Harry was leaving, Frank gave him the day off to say good-bye to everyone. The only bad part of this deal is that Harry couldn't go anywhere near Uncle Vernon, as he would fire Frank and punish Harry for skiving off work. Then Harry went home and packed his trunk. He was allowed, by a reluctant Petunia, to keep some of his textbooks out. Of course Harry was still using the space behind the floorboard for some more important stuff. Now Harry double-checked that everything was packed, he slipped out of his muggle clothes and into one of his more casual robes. Harry again checked his watch. 5:59. They should be here soon. Harry pulled his trunk downstairs and waited for the Weasleys to pick him up. Aunt Petunia was also very nervous. When she saw Harry she quickly drew the shades and went off in a rant about his robes.

"What are you thinking dressing like that in our house? I will not stand for it" She started.

"Listen, my friends should be here any minute and you know that I can't take it off now. Having my mum as a sister you know that there is nothing under them (a/n-- yes, contrary to popular belief, THEY DO NOT WEAR MUGGLE CLOTHES BENEATH THEIR ROBES. THEY NEVER WEAR MUGGLE CLOTHES AT ALL. That a/n is for the directors of the third movie and to be used for the costuming of the next four movies)" Harry then proceeded to peek out the window to see where the Weasleys were. It was 6:15 when a box of chocolates came for Dudley, the Weasleys had not yet came for Harry and he was starting to get worried. In the very center of the box, was a rich milk chocolate truffle with a mint green crème filling. Dudley hated those and yet Harry found it intriguing. It was at least three times the size of any of the other truffles, yet it was sitting comfortable in the same size square as all the others.

"Yuck" could be heard throughout all of Privet Drive. Of course this didn't bother Aunt Petunia, while if Harry said 'I don't like it' he'd be in big trouble, but anything that Ickle Duddykins did was quite all right with the members of #4 Privet Drive. Anywho, Harry was made to eat that truffle, the one he had been fascinated by. For some strange reason, Harry thought to sit on his trunk and grasp his belongings as he ate the truffle. Later he would remember feeling a bit of mind control being placed on him while he was about to take that first bite. Perhaps the same type of mind control that made Petunia give the chocolate to the boy in the first place. As Harry ate the truffle, he felt the now-familiar tug just above his navel and he was off.

When Harry next appeared, he was at the burrow. As he looked around, he could see smiling faces that belonged to each of the Weasleys and Hermione, who had come earlier that day. It was dinner time, and just as Harry suspected there was an enormous feast prepared by Mrs. Weasley. And the food was

just as wonderful as Harry remembered it. Happy to be with his favorite family again, Harry forgot about The Prophesy and Ginny finding out for awhile. He laughed and joked with his friends like it was the old times, and even enjoyed it when Ron and Hermione got into there know familiar fight about house-elves rights. Remembering what got Hermione started with SPEW, Harry had to but in. The book reports that Dudley made him do (Dudley went to summer school) about some muggle books reminded him of something.

"Hemione, I've got an idea. Do you remember ever reading the book Ella Enchanted?" Harry waited until he saw her nod her head before continuing. "Well in that book, Ella is forced to like the curse that was placed on her. Now, why don't you order a house-elf to not be forced to be happy and see what happens" This odd explanation satisfied Hermione and puzzled Ron. At least the fight was over.

Later that night they all went up to their respected rooms. Ron took that time to quiz Harry. Harry should have known that this was coming. He was, however, glad that Ginny did keep her secret from the rest of the family. Harry feigned a yawn and claimed that he was to tired. He added for good measure that Fred and George should use a lighter drowsiness potion in those truffles that they made for him (a/n—they contained drowsiness potions so that the wizard/witch wouldn't try to fight off the mind control). Harry lied in his bed until sleep finally came to him. It had been a peaceful day, but as he had seen from earlier that night, the peacefulness would soon end. Only to be replaced by nosy Weasleys who had found out about The Prophecy.

Harry awoke early the next morning from a dreamless sleep. 'Best not to wake Ron up' he thought as he tiptoed downstairs. In the kitchen Harry met Mrs. Weasley, who was preparing breakfast for everyone. Since Harry was the only one up, he helped her prepare breakfast. Later, when they were done, the rest of the Weasleys and Hermione joined them downstairs. While eating breakfast Ron again tried to bring The Prophesy up. "Harry, just before you came here, Ginny found something out. It had to do with you, only she won't tell me"

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing, lets go to your room" Harry said, pushing his plate to the side.

"Why don't you tell us then? I mean if it's no big deal. It's just about some prophesy." Ron countered

"Umm, no thanks. I don't really feel like talking about it" Harry wished his friend would take the hint but…

"Come on, just tell me, I wont tell anyone" Obviousley Ron couldn't take a hint. Harry fled downstairs and went to talk to the twins. They had to be more endearing than Ron. In fact, they were. Harry ended up as the tester for all their new products, normally this would be enough to make anyone and everyone avoid them. Harry preferred this to Ron's nosiness and complete overlook to all hints that Harry gave him to leave him alone. That night Harry went to diner looking like he had just come out of one of his battles with Voldemort, and had managed to get neon pink bunny ears attached to his head. Fred and George marched him in and said that both effects would wear off in a couple of hours and that the products would be on sale in the store by the end of the week (for it was a Wednesday.). After a typical diner, Harry went to sleep. (a/n—I know that I skipped lunch, there wasn't much to write about. Basically Harry avoided everyone all day).

Later that night, Ginny was doodling in her notebook with one of her ordinary black quill. Her purple quill lay to the side. Looking as innocent as a quill can look. Then, for no apparent reason, the purple quill began to shake. Ginny cautiously picked it up, and it instantaneously stopped shaking. She put it down and the quill shook again. It clearly wanted Ginny to write with it. No sooner had Ginny put the pen to the piece of paper that it started to come alive again. This time Ginny did not squeal as it wrote out yet another prophesy.

One of fire
Flames of passion

one of rain
thunderbolts a crash-in

With fire everything is endlessly dmned
Passion burning everything in sight

But when together

The fire is harmless-embers of passion

The rain's harm,
Away it weathers

And the crackel of the fire
And the pitter patter of the rain

Still long to be together till this day
Without that they will always be in pain.

This time when she showed this to Dumbledore, he gave her actual advice. " You have seemed to have stumbled upon your ReSeer quill. I cannot tell you much except that you should follow what it says, or in this case writes, because ReSeer quills are here to help you" With those words Dumbledore left. Ginny called to Hermione (a/n- if you forgot or skipped over it, Hermione is at the burrow) to hopefuilly explain t to her.