a/n: i would like to thank all of my readers and an extra special thank you to those who took the time to review and tell me your thoughts. this is (obviously) the second part of the summer, i hope you enjoy it. let me know what you think.

The Summer Part 2

They had a routine. Every morning at five o'clock Harry would get up and spend two hours working out. He would run for an hour on a muggle treadmill and then spend another hour doing push-ups, sit-ups and lifting weights while Ally had her turn on the treadmill. Then at seven o'clock they would have breakfast, shower and prepare for the day. The days were busy; both were doing everything they could to prepare for Voldemort.

From eight to twelve every day Ally tutored Harry in Potions, Transfiguration, Charms and Ancient Runes. They would break for an hour for lunch and then from one to four Ally taught Harry everything she knew about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that was quite a bit. She taught him about fighting hand-to-hand and with a sword. By four o'clock it was safe to say that Harry was exhausted but he then spent an hour studying Occlumency, a form of magic dedicated to protecting the mind from mental attacks. Both were hoping it would help keep the strange dreams Harry was receiving from Voldemort at bay.

It was a very intense training program but Harry's progress spoke for itself. With all of the physical training he was fitter, healthier, more muscled and a hell of a lot faster than he had been. He was no longer the scrawny, pasty boy he had once been. With the help of Ally's healing potions he had caught up to what he should have been and the exercise and work outs had done the rest. Harry felt much better, much more confident in himself. Even better, in his opinion was that Ally had given him a potion to correct his eyesight. With perfect vision he no longer had to worry about losing or breaking his glasses.

Of course even with the perfect eyesight it didn't stop Ally from getting him specialized contacts. These contacts were an experiment done by the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry, an attempt to even the odds for Aurors. The contacts were a clear lens spelled to see through Invisibility cloaks, not unlike Mad-Eye Moody's magical eye. These contacts fused permanently with the eye and would last as long as Harry had his eyes. He was hoping that was longer than Moody. Ally took a pair for herself and often tested them when training with Harry by slipping under his cloak and seeing how long before he could find her.

As much as Harry enjoyed these physical changes and the changes to his magical abilities, he felt confident that he would be able to easily sit his OWLs for almost all of his subjects; it was the other change to his life he enjoyed the most. That change was his relationship with Ally. Things between Ally and him had become more and more intense culminating in a rather explosive snogging session one afternoon after she wiped the floor with him while they were training.

Their relationship developed very quickly after that, much quicker than either anticipated. It wasn't until Ally's birthday in October that the true extent of their relationship was exposed. With Pip's help, Harry organized a nice dinner and an even better desert.

They skipped dinner entirely.

When Ally emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but underwear she found Harry waiting for her on their bed. Really, the fact that they never felt it necessary to get a second bed should have been a clue. He was dressed to impress, nice jeans and a nice green shirt but that wasn't what caught her attention. In his hands he was holding a narrow velvet box. Her birthday present. She smiled excitedly and forgot all about getting dressed. She practically bounced over to him in her excitement, wondering when he had gotten the chance to sneak away to get her a present, given the strange time difference between her enchanted trunk and the real world.

He pulled her down on to the bed beside him and kissed her gently on the lips. 'Happy Birthday, Als.'

Smiling, she eagerly took the box from his hands and opened it. Her breath caught in her throat, inside the box was a delicate white gold link bracelet with a heart shaped pendent inlaid with a diamond and engraved with her initials. What really caught her attention was not the bracelet or the diamond but the inscription, the way the letters were done implied they were charmed. And there was only one charm you put on inscriptions on jewelry.

'Oh, Harry!' she exclaimed, fingering the delicate A and M. 'It's beautiful.'

'I'm glad you like it, do you have any idea how hard it is to organize stuff around the time difference?'

Ally laughed and held out her wrist so he could put the bracelet on. She held it up and admired it some more before looking at Harry.

'I love you, Harry Potter,' she told him in a whisper.

'Good,' he replied. 'Cause I love you too, Ally Martin.'

He kissed her then, his hand cupping her cheek. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck and she fell back on to the bed pulling him with her.

'We have dinner,' he murmured through their kiss.

'Dinner can wait,' she informed him, her hands sliding down his shoulders until they were pressed against his chest. She started to unbutton his shirt, her lips moving away from his mouth to trail light kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

'Dinner can definitely wait,' he agreed as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and began to push it off his shoulders.

His skin felt hot everywhere her lips touched and it didn't occur to either of them that it was a little hotter than it should have been. Harry reclaimed her lips even as she began to work on his jeans. He distracted her when he ran his hand up her thigh, leaving a red hot trail wherever his fingers touched. His fingers continued to dance over her skin while she worked frantically to get his jeans off. Frustrated she flipped him on to his back, breaking his kiss to trail burning kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached the waistband of his jeans. He raised his hips and allowed her to pull them off; it felt like just seconds later he was tearing off her underwear. Neither noticed, so caught up in the moment that the burning heat they were feeling wasn't normal. Or that the sheets beneath them were starting to smoke.

They came together in an explosion of pleasure and magic. The sheets beneath them burned but neither felt the flames. As they collapsed back on to the bed neither noticed the burning on their wrists.

Miles away Lord Voldemort fell to his knees, his skin burning, tugging painfully in every direction as though he were being torn apart. His screams were felt by every one of his Death Eaters as their master burned alive.

Ginny Weasley was bored. Even the jokes Sirius was telling her twin brothers couldn't hold her attention. Across the table from her Ron and Hermione were huddled together arguing quietly about the latest letter they'd received from Harry. Ginny almost felt sorry for them. Almost. They'd been on holidays for four days now and trapped at Grimmauld Place for three of those four days. Each and every one of them had been spent cleaning. She now knew how a house-elf felt, though it didn't endear Hermione's SPEW idea to her any.

Almost as soon as they arrived at Grimmauld Place, Headquarters of Dumbledore's little Order of the Phoenix, the man himself had cornered each of the Weasley children and Hermione and told them, ordered them in Ginny's opinion, that they were not, under any circumstances, to owl Harry more than a "hello, I'm fine". It was obvious from Harry's first response, the day after they arrived at Headquarters, that being kept in the dark was only going to piss him off. While the others were fretting over Harry's well being ("He must be feeling awful after watching Cedric die" "Maybe its best he doesn't know") Ginny snuck away with Hedwig and wrote Harry a rather detailed letter informing him that Dumbledore was being a controlling old coot and that she would do everything she could to keep him informed.

She'd been hurt when Hedwig had returned with letters for Ron and Hermione, both containing several choice words on the apparent weakness of their friendship, but nothing for her. It wasn't until she went to bed that evening that she found the letter sitting on her bedside table. There was nothing but her name written on the front of the envelope but it was enough for her to recognize Harry's writing. Her ridiculous crush had been good for something.

Ginny,

First things first, hey, how are you? Cleaning is very boring but it's a great way to think about things while looking busy. Thank you for letting me know what's going on as best you could, Ron and Hermione have been really vague. I think they're trying to allude to bigger things but its not working; they're really bad at it. Glad to know that Sirius has some company, though I'm not sure you should leave him and the twins unsupervised they've been waiting years to get a hold of a real life Marauder.

Do you know what's weird? Weirder than you writing to me? I am glad you've gotten over that being shy thing by the way. I'm actually glad I'm stuck at the Dursley's. And I know what you're thinking; you're thinking that my grief over Cedric's death and Voldemort returning has addled my brain. But you're wrong. What's addled my brain and thrown me completely off balance is, in actual fact, a five foot seven blonde who won't leave me alone. I swear, she followed me everywhere for two days before I finally gave in and gave her what she wanted. Don't worry; I'm safe from her, I think.

Anyway, this blonde, I'm not telling you her name because then she'll think she's won (she's reading over my shoulder and making snappy comments about me being unreasonable because I stole her chocolate) which she hasn't. Well she has a little, when I finally agreed to do what she wanted she dragged me to London and bought me clothes. I am now the proud owner of clothes that actually fit. But that's not the point the point is that while you're stuck cleaning I'm at Privet Drive learning everything I can to prepare for Voldemort. Bet you won't even recognize me. My letters might be a bit odd, where I am time seems to run a bit differently.

Blondie rigged this envelope to transport letters directly between us. Just put the new letter in the envelope and tap it with your wand. Don't worry about the flames, I'll get your letter and can send them to you the same way. Just don't move the envelope form you room.

Keep me updated and I'll tell you what I can about Blondie's boot camp.

Harry

P.S. Try to get your own room. You're going to need it.

Since that very first letter, she and Harry had exchanged letters every evening, all three of them. She couldn't help noticing how much more Harry's letters contained. He seemed to be doing so much in so little time. No matter, she still had a far greater idea of what Harry was really up to than any of the Order members or his best friends. It was kind of satisfying.

She was staring off in to space wondering abut desert and what to say to Harry in her letter later when Snape started screaming. He didn't normally have dinner at Headquarters but he'd arrived early for the next Order meeting and her mother had bullied him in to some food. He sat at the opposite end of the table from Sirius with Professor McGonagall, constantly scowling at everyone. His screaming took everyone by surprise and they all leapt to their feet, wands drawn. Snape clutched his arm tightly and clenched his jaw trying to hold back his shouts. His eyes were watering and they were wide with fear of the unknown.

He slumped forward onto the table unconscious and everyone just stared at him in shock.

It wasn't until the following morning that she got the chance to send Harry a letter telling him all about Snape's sudden torture. He seemed to think his three word response explained everything.

I had sex.

And maybe it did.