Disclaimer: I don't HP, JK does.

A/N: I just wanted to thank all the wonderful people you have reviewed. It may be a while before chapter 5 is up, because it is going to be one of the longer chapters. If anyone has something that they like to see in this story let me know I love getting input from the readers. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 4

Ginny awoke early Saturday morning to a tapping at her window. Pulling herself out of bed, Ginny smiled when she saw the familiar snowy owl on the window ceil. Hedwig held her foot out for Ginny to untie the letter.

Ginny,

I look forward to seeing you tonight. And in response to your letter…I'm not telling! You will just have to wait and see. I'll be at the Burrow at six.

-Harry

Ginny gently folded the letter and placed it in her desk drawer. She proceeded to the kitchen where she found her parents just sitting down to breakfast.

"Good morning" Ginny mused as she floated about the kitchen.

"Good morning" Mrs. Weasley replied. She had to admit Ginny was positively glowing this morning and she knew it was due to a tall dark haired man.

Sitting down at the table Ginny began pouring some pumpkin juice. "Mum, do you have the Daily Prophet?"

Mrs. Weasley looked up from her breakfast. "No, the post hasn't arrived yet."

Ginny shrugged as she continued her breakfast. They all sat in silence for a while until there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Ginny cried running to the front door. She then returned with Ron and Hermione.

"Oh good you have food!" Ron said taking a seat at the table. "I'm starving!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You ate before we left the house." Ron looked up to protest but Hermione waived him off. "Oh never mind."

"So, what brings you two here this morning?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Oh, I want to go shopping and needed a babysitter for Ron." Hermione said with a smile. "You don't mind; do you mum?"

"Of course not I'll be happy to watch Ron anytime you'd like." Mrs. Weasley replied.

"Will you two stop talking about me like I'm a child?" Ron cried slamming fist on the table. "I'm perfectly capable of staying by myself."

At this Ginny's head shot up. "By your self? I thought Harry was staying with you?"

Ron nodded his head. "He is, but this morning her ran to…"

"SHUT UP RON!" Hermione cried. "He had some errands to run. I was hoping that you'd go to Hogsmeade with me."
Ginny cocked a brow. "Sure." She said then turning to Ron she asked. "Now where did Harry go?"

"Nice try Gin, but he isn't going to tell you." Hermione said with a sly grin.

Just then the post arrived and a brown barn owl landed by Ginny's plate; clasped in its beck was the Daily Prophet. Ginny quickly unfolded the paper to find Harry's article. Ever since Harry told her he did an interview with a Prophet reporter she had been checking the paper, and today Harry's smiling face was plastered across the front page.

Harry Potter Returns

By: Bethany Silva

Ever since his mysterious disappearance three years ago many people have pondered: Did Harry survive? Not even a week and a half ago the Ministry of Magic officially declared that Mr. Potter did in fact die in the final battle with he who must not be named. Funeral services were held Sunday July 31st, which also happens to be Mr. Potter's birthday, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In attendance were many high ranking Ministry officials, all the Hogwarts Professors, friends, family, and non other than Harry Potter himself.

That's right ladies and gentlemen Harry Potter has returned and is looking better than ever. This reporter was lucky enough to get an interview with Mr. Potter, which is as follows:

Silva: Mr. Potter first of all Welcome back , how does it feel to be home?

Potter: Well, I must say it feels really good to be back in England. You really don't realize how addicting this place is until you leave.

Silva: Now to the situation at hand. Why did you leave?

Potter: It is really quite simple really. All my life I've had the pressure of having to one day face the dark lord, and once I had finally done that I felt that this England was the last place I needed or wanted to be. It was just time to get away. I really wasn't ready to deal with what all had happened that day.

Silva: That's understandable, anyone else would've done the same thing. But tell me Harry, Where did you go?

Potter: Well I felt I had to go where no one would look for me. So, I moved to Russia where I finished my schooling at the Moscow Institute of Magic. From there I became a healer.

Silva: A healer, I find that a strange choice for someone of your talents. Why not become a member of the Ekaterinburg Russian equivalent to the Aurors?

Potter: because, during the final battle there was so much death. When I left I wanted to help preserve life and a healer was the best way to do that.

Silva: So, would you describe yourself as a lover not a fighter?

Potter: Well, I'm someone who fights for love. So, yes you could say that.

Silva: fans self So, tell me Harry is there a Mrs. Potter?

Potter: I'm not married, no.

Silva: begins to fan self harder That's good news to all the single ladies out there. Are you looking for the future Mrs. Potter?

Potter: Actually, no. I believe that looking is pointless because when you look you'll always see someone's faults. There is someone out there for everyone and when you meet that someone you'll know at that very moment that their the one for you.

Silva: wipes tears from eyes That was very touching you must be a true Romantic.

Potter: Not really, just a really good listener. A friend of mine told me that the summer before my seventh year, and I know it must be true because she married her one and only a few months ago.

when asked if he had met that one special lady yet; he declined to answer. Well Mr. Potter I know there are hundreds upon thousands of ladies out there who would be willing to try. So, there you have it ladies and gentlemen…Harry Potter has returned.

It was a little past twelve when Hermione and Ginny arrived in Hogsmeade. The streets were rather crowded, due to it being a Saturday. Ginny found it very hard to concentrate on where she was going. Already she had run into five different people. I wonder what Harry is planning? She thought as she and Hermione entered Gladrags.

Hermione had been dieing to check out their new muggles clothes department for quite some time, and since Ginny had a big date today just seemed like the perfect time. Holding up a pink jeweled halter top Hermione said. "Ginny, this would look so good on you."

Glancing up from the clothes rack Ginny sighed. "I don't even know where to start! Harry hasn't even given me so much as a hint about where we're going. So, I don't have the slightest clue as to what to wear."

Hermione laughed. "You're going to have so much fun tonight."

"Oh come on Hermione just a little hint!" Ginny pleaded.

"No way! I promised Harry, but I will tell you this. Dress up, but not too dressed up."

Ginny raised a brow in confusion. "That was no where near helpful."

The girls laughed as they continued to search for the perfect outfit. Finally Ginny had decided on a white laced off the shoulder top with black dress pants. With all their shopping done the girls headed to the Three Broomsticks for a couple of butter-beers before going home.

It was four o'clock when they arrived at the Burrow. Ginny ran up stairs to take a quick shower. Using a drying spell for her hair Ginny fastened her hair back with two black hair sticks. By the time Ginny was finally ready it was five till six. As Ginny made her way down the stairs she noticed Harry sitting on the sofa with Mr. Weasley.

"So, you mean to tell me they actually use telephones instead of owl post! I'll tell you those Russian wizards are really ahead of their time."

Harry laughed. "I don't know about that, Muggles have been doing that for years." Harry replied taking a sip of his drink. When he noticed Ginny he stood. "You look…wow." He said with a goofy smile.

Blushing Ginny replied. "Thank you."

Helping Ginny with her coat; Harry bid goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and held the door open. Following Ginny into the front yard Harry asked. "Are you used to side apparaiting?"

"I've only done it a few times, but I think I'll be ok." She replied nervously.

"Well then lets go." Harry said holding out his arm. Ginny felt the familiar crushing sensation that accompanied apparaiting. Then suddenly she felt the ground beneath her feet.

Opening her eyes she became very aware of their location. Spinning around she caught sight of the large castle with its many towers and turrets. The windows sparkled in the moon light. Laughing Ginny turned to Harry. "Why are we at Hogwarts?"

"Well, we're not. In fact we are outside the Hogwarts grounds." Harry replied sarcastically.

"Very well than, why are we outside the Hogwarts grounds?"

"Because we're going to Hogwarts." Harry said in a playful tone. "Honestly Gin, I thought you were smarter than that."

"Oh shut up Harry." Ginny said playfully placing her hand over his mouth. She couldn't help but notice the look in his eyes. Slowly Ginny let her hand fall. It was at this point that she noticed she could no longer feel her legs. She wasn't quite sure when but at some point her mind had lost complete control over her body, and the next thing she knew she and Harry were so close not even the light could find a gap to shine through.

Slowly Harry ended their kiss. With a smile he took Ginny's hand and led her to the black lake, where a boat was waiting. Ginny smiled as the boat began to move toward the castle. She laughed as she recalled the first time she'd seen Hogwarts castle. Harry didn't say a word as the boat glided across the black waters. Ginny couldn't help but notice how the lake reflected the starry sky above. This is truly very romantic. She thought.

As the boat reached the other side Harry helped Ginny out of the boat. He laughed as Ginny "tripped" falling perfectly into his arms. "You know, if you want to be close all you had to do was say so." He said with a smirk.

Ginny blushed. "I tripped on that rock." She protested.

Laughing Harry took her hand and headed to the castle. Ginny watched as Harry pushed open the doors to the Great hall, which was once again decorated like an ice palace.

"I should have taken you to that ball." Harry said as he watched Ginny's eyes. "Come on." He said leading her to a table in the center of the room. Ginny blushed as Harry helped her with her chair. "So, let's see…I think I may have the roast." Harry said scanning the menu. "How about you?"

Ginny looked up from her menu. "I don't know it all sounds so good, but I think I'm going to have the duck in the mango salsa."

Suddenly their dinner appeared. Harry became very interested in watching Ginny eat. He laughed when she noticed him watching.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked nervously.

Harry grinned as he stood and walked to Ginny's side of the table and extended his hand. "I want to dance with you." He said answering the puzzled look she wore.

Nervously Ginny took his hand and followed his to the dance floor. Pulling her close they began to dance slowly. "Um Harry, you do know there isn't any music." She whispered.

"Shh…listen."

With a sigh Ginny began to strain her ears for any sign of music. I can't hear a thing. She thought as they continued to dance. It was then that she realized Harry had been humming since the beginning. He is so cute she thought as she held him a little tighter. Then suddenly the room was filled with music as a band began to play softly.

"I can't believe you did all this." Ginny said looking up at Harry.

Harry laughed. "If there is one thing I learned in Russia it is how to Woo the ladies." She said with a devilish grin.

"Are you trying to woo me Harry?" Ginny asked.

"Did it work?"

Ginny nodded as Harry leaned in to kiss her.

It was nearly two in the morning when they crossed the black lake again.

"Harry" Ginny said sheepishly. "Let's go somewhere."

Harry smiled. "Anywhere you want. What are you up for?"

"Well" Ginny replied pushing a rock with her foot. " I was thinking Hogsmeade."

"Gin, I love to take you, but there isn't anything to do in Hogsmeade at this hour."

Starring deep into his eyes Ginny replied. "We could go to the Three Broomsticks."

"We can't they're not open at this hour." Harry replied.

"Yes they are" Ginny protested. "There is someone at the desk all night."

Harry laughed. "That's only the inn part that's open this…" Harry paused. "Are you saying you want to go to the inn?"

With a devilish grin Ginny nodded. Harry quickly noticed that his heart was pounding in an attempt to get out of his chest.

"Are you sure?" he asked with uncertainty.

Again Ginny nodded. Taking Ginny's hand they made their way to the Three Broomsticks Inn. All Harry could think about was where he was going and with whom. Ron will kill me if he ever finds out. He thought as he paid the desk manager. And Fred and George…Oh Merlin help me.

Coming to a stop in front of room 115, Harry placed the key in the lock and opened the door. There was a double bed in the middle of the room flanked on each side by a night stand. Slowly Harry closed the door. Merlin help me!