Harry, Ron and Hermione went straight to Mcgonagall's office, Ginny left them, complaining, once again, about being left out. They ran up the many staircases until they reached the stone gargoyle that led to the headmistresses office. Hermione knew that Mcgonagall and the other more important Order members were spending a lot of time in this office, however, no one else knew what they were doing.

Hemione said the password and the gargoyle sprang open. The three friends stepped onto the moving spiral staircase, and waited until they reached the top. Voices could be heard from inside the office, there was another meeting. Soon the voices stopped, obviously Moody had saw the three friends with his magical eyes. Hermione opened the door and stepped in, Harry and Ron followed.

"Hi, sorry to disturb your meeting," Hermione said. Harry, however, did not notice the people sat in the room, his eyes were focused on a new painting on the wall. Dumbledore. He was sleeping peacefully, like the many portraits around him. Harry had seen this painting last year, but that was so soon after Dumbledore's death, that he hadn't paid much attention to it. Dumbledore's long beard was so long that it had dissappeared behind the bottom of the frame. His half-moon glasses were perched comfortably upon his long crooked nose. Harry could not believe that this was, in a way, the same person that Snape had murdered a few months ago. His eyes slowly moved away from the picture, and to what was happening in front of him. Professor Mcgonagall was sat behind her desk, which was completely covered by large pieces of parchment. Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Aberforth Dumbledore and Bill Weasley.

"How did the meeting go?" Mcgonagall asked, moving all the papers away from the eyes of her new visitors.

"It was fine," Hermione replied. "Actually, that's one of the reasons why we are here. We can't have any meetings in the week, everyone else has plans, so we wanted to know if it would be possible for the members to come here on a Friday night, to stay overnight, so we can have a meeting on Friday night and Saturday morning. Would that be alright?" Mcgonagall sat in silence for a few moments, obviously thinking about the idea.

"I think that would be fine," she replied. "The members will be allowed to stay in the hufflepuff dormitories."

"Thankyou, professor," Harry said.

"Now, what is the second reason?" Mcgonagall asked.

"We're leaving, for a while, tomorrow," Hermione said. "We need to start that task, and we aren't going to do it if we're sat in here all the time."

"Where will you be going?" Moody growled.

"To the Riddle House," Harry said. "Where Voldemorts grandparents and father used to live, we think that what we are looking for might be there." He looked across at Aberforth, who seemed to have a familiar twinkle in his eyes, that Harry had saw many times in Dumbledore's eyes. He nodded to Harry, and Harry turned away.

"This is the place where Voldemort was in your fourth year?" Mcgonagall asked. Harry nodded, remembering the triwizard cup, taking him to the graveyard. The graveyard was an image that had haunted Harrys dreams for many years now, seeing the Death Eaters gathered around their master, seeing the jet of green light hitting Cedric, seeing Voldemort coming to life.

"Although i am not pleased with the idea of these three going alone, i think we should let them," Moody growled. "They alone know how to stop Voldemort, and they might as well start it." He paused for a moment. "However, i think we should send some Order members there tonight, to see if it is still unused. You will then be able to leave in the morning, if our inspection goes well."

"Thanks!" Hermione exclaimed. The three of them left the room and returned to the Gryffindor dormitories.

Ginny was sat alone by the fireplace, reading the newest copy of Witch Weekly. When she saw that the others had entered, she threw the copy down onto the floor and stood with her hands on her hips.

"Why won't you tell me what you're up to?" She asked.

"Because, last year, i told Dumbledore that i would only tell these two," Harry said.

"So you agreed to tell your two best friends but not me?" Ginny asked. "You chose to tell your two best friends, but not your girlfriend?"

"Yes." Harry said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because, i knew, somehow, that i would have to end it with you, i didn't want to but i had to." Harry replied. "I didn't want you to get involved in any of it." Ginny stood still, she dropped her hands, then stormed past her three friends, hitting Harry hard on the shoulder as she passed, then left the Common Room.

"Hermione, i'm sorry, i thought you were always the mental one," Ron said, holding back a laugh.

"Shut up, Ron," Hermione said. "Harry, you should talk to her, not about the Horcruxes, but just talk to her."

"I'm going to sort out my things," Harry said, ignoring what Hermione had just said. He walked slowly across the common room and up the stairs to his dormitory. When he reached the dormitory that he and Ron shared, he sat on his bed and drew the curtains around him. He hated not being able to tell Ginny, and couldn't forget what had happened at Dumbledore's funeral. He hadn't want to end it, but he had to, for her safety. He sat in silence on his bed for a few minutes, many thoughts were runnning through his mind. He then took out the marauders map from his trunk and looked carefully around the many different rooms for Ginny. Eventually, he found her, alone in a classroom on the third floor. He took his invisibility cloak from his bag and left the dormitory, narrowly avoiding Ron on the staircase. He ran through the Common Room, unheard by Hermione and left. He walked slowly down to the third floor, checking the map occasionally to see if she had moved, but she didn't. He stood outside the door for a few moments, hesitating, but then opened the door carefully. Ginny turned to the door as she heard it creak open, she couldn't see anyone, but knew that it was Harry that would be there in his cloak.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"To talk to you," Harry replied. He kept the cloak on and sat next to her. She felt him next to her, and shuffled a little across the desk she was sat on. "I am sorry about everything, especially about not telling you, but i will do, now." Ginny turned quickly and stared at the blank space, where Harry was sat next to her.

"You will?" She asked, taken aback.

"Yes," Harry said.

"Take the cloak off first," Ginny said. "It's annoying talking to nothing." Harry slid the cloak off and laid it on the desk next to him. "Now tell me."

"Last year, you know i had those lessons with Dumbledore, don't you?" She nodded. "Well, i learnt things about Voldemort, and, i found something very important. He made Horcruxes."

"What are Horcruxes?" Ginny asked.

"He split his soul, and conealed the pieces in different objects outside of his body," Harry said. "If someone did do this, they would normally create one, because to split your soul, you need to murder someone. But Voldemort has seven. Three of them have been destroyed, and one is in his body, but that leaves four others. That is what i am going to do this year, when the ones outside his body are destroyed, he can be killed."

"So that's why he didn't die when he attacked you when you were a baby?" Ginny asked, she seemed to understand this a lot more than Ron did.

"Yes," Harry replied.

"Which ones have been destroyed?" She asked.

"One of them, you know, it was in your possession," Harry said. "Tom Riddle's Diary. I destroyed that one. Dumbledore destroyed another, a ring. The third was destroyed by Aberforth Dumbledore."

"That diary contained his soul?" Ginny asked, staring into Harrys eyes.

"Yes," he replied. "Now, i have to destroy the others, then kill him." Ginny nodded. "I'm sorry for not telling you, it was my promise to Dumbledore."

"That's fine," Ginny said. "You ready to go back?" The two of them stood and left the classroom, then began the slow walk back to the Gryffindor tower.

"Don't tell the others i told you," Harry said quickly. Ginny smiled.

"I wasn't going to," she replied.


Harry was woke early the following morning by Hermione.

"Harry, wake up!" She said. "We are leaving soon, the Order came back, the Riddle House seems safe so we're alright to go." Harry dragged himself out of bed, waited for Hermione to leave, then got changed. He noticed that Ron wasn't in his bed, obviously Hermone had already woke him. Hermione came back once he had changed.

"How long are we going for?" Harry asked.

"One night," she replied. "I've booked us into a campsite nearby, it's a short walk to the house from there. You won't need much, but take some warm clothes, it will be cold." Harry nodded and began to sort out the things he needed and placed them in a smaller bag. Hermione left him, and returned a short while later with some toast.

"Why to we have to be ready so quick?" Harry asked.

"We're catching the train, and we might miss it!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Why can't we apparate, i know what it looks like," Harry said.

"Me and Ron don't, and we'll end up getting splinched!" Hermione said. She turned and left the room quickly. Harry finished packing his belongings, placing his invisibility cloak on top of everything else, just in case. He found Hermione and Ron in the common room, Ron was slowly falling asleep on an armchair, while Hermione was rummaging through her belongings checking that she hadn't forgot anything. Ginny was sat by the window, reading today's copy of the Daily Prophet. She smiled at Harry, and he crossed the room to talk to her.

"Have fun," she said, carefully slipping a piece of parchment into Harrys hand. "That's for if you get bored on the way there,"

"Thanks," said Harry, placing the parchment into his pocket. "Just make sure you don't get too friendly with Malfoy while we're gone."

"With that slug? I doubt it," she laughed. Harry turned and left her, to join Hermione and Ron, who were waiting by the portrait hole. The three friends left and made their way down to the entrance hall. Harry couldn't wipe the smile off of his face, he was finally talking to Ginny again, like they had done in the years before. They were friends, and that was all, but there was still something inside Harry that thought they should be more. He shook those thoughts from his mind and caught up with Ron and Hermione, who were now some way in front of him.

They were met in the Entrance Hall by Tonks who's hair was short and bright pink. She had a big smile on her face, not unlike Harrys.

"Wotcher, Harry!" She said, noticing the three friends. "You all alright?"

"Not bad, you?" Harry replied.

"I'm good," Tonks replied. "Let's go then." They left the castle and began the slow walk down to the castle gates, then stopped when the left the grounds and reached Hogsmeade.

"Ok then, you'll be apparating to Platform nine and three quarters, it's the only safe place there, then you can catch the train," Tonks said. "You can all picture the platform in your heads can't you? Good. I'll be waiting on the other side." She screwed up her face and disappeared silently. Hermione was next to leave. Harry quickly pictured the platform and a few seconds later, he was there. It was his second successful apparition. He looked around him, the red steam train, the Hogwarts Express was stood on the tracks, though it did not look normal without the crowds of students and parents around it, that was the only way that Harry remembered it. Ron arrived soon after, his face was bright red.

"I made a bit of a mistake," He said. "I landed somewhere i've never seen before, there was only one person there but somehow i managed to knock them over. I apparated straight out of there, hopefully they thought it was just their imagination." Harry laughed loudly, Rons ears and face turned an even brighter red.

"I'll go through the barrier first," Tonks said. She stepped through what appeared to be a plain wall and disappeared. Harry went next, stepping from the quiet platform nine and three quarters and appearing at Kings Cross Station, many muggle businessmen and women were pushing past him, dressed in their work clothes and on the mobile phones and carrying briefcases. Ron was next through the barrier, then Hermione.

"You know what train you've got to catch?" Tonks shouted, there were many people around her talking loudly and she could hardly be heard. "I've got to get to the ministry, bye!" She ran through the crowd and soon vanished from sight. Hermione grabbed Harry and Ron by the shoulder and dragged away. They soon stopped as they reached platform two. They managed to catch the train just in time and were soon on their way out of the station. They managed to find an empty compartment and entered it. The train was very different from the Hogwarts express and they were soon joined by two muggle men and a muggle woman on their way to work.

"Wake me up when we get there," said Ron. He pulled a blanket from his bag and wrapped it around himself, then soon fell asleep. Hermione took a muggle magazine from her bag and began reading it. Harry sat in silence for a while, watching the three muggles. One of them was busy on their laptop, another was doing paperwork and the third was one their phone. Harry slowly took his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the copy of The Quibbler in his bag that Luna had given to him at the DA meeting. The outside page of the magazine transformed into the cover from a muggle magazine and Harry took it from his bag.

After about half an hour. Harry had finished the magazine, he placed it back into his bag. Two of the muggles had left, and there was now only one muggle man left. He had put his laptop into it's case and was now sat reading a copy of The Daily Mail. Harry turned and looked out of the window, watching the houses, fields, trees, motorways and buildings pass him by. Soon, he remembered the piece of parchment that Ginny had given him. He took the disguised copy of The Quibbler from his bag, then carefully slid the piece of parchment into it. It appeared to be a plain piece of parchment, Harry was unsure why Ginny had given it to him. He stared at it for a few moments, then words appeared on it.

Harry. Are you reading this? It's Ginny.

He stared at the words on the paper for a few moments, then realised that Ginny must have charmed it. He had some ink and a quill in his bag, however, the muggle was still in the compartment, so he decided not to use it.

"Excuse me, have you got a pen i could borrow?" He asked the muggle. He waved the disguised magazine at the man. "Wordsearch, love doing them." The man reached into his briefcase and pulled out a pen. He handed it over to Harry. "Thanks, i'll give it you back when we leave." He pointed the pen to the paper and began to write.

Ginny, I am reading this. Harry

Not long after, a reply appeared.

Fleur gave me the idea for this, she has a few to keep in touch with her friends in France. It's a lot quicker and safer that owls. It's clever, isn't it?

Harry thought of a reply, then wrote.

Very clever, it's a great idea. Sorry you couldn't come with us, but i don't want them to know that you know yet. Hermione will probably want me to tell Mcgonagall if she knew that you knew.

That's fine. At least, if you've got this, you can tell me what's happening and if you need any information, i can get it from the library. So, how is the train ride so far?

Not bad. Ron's asleep, Hermione's reading, for a change. There have been a couple of muggles in our compartment so we have to be careful. There's still one in here, i've had to borrow his pen.

Great. Listen, i've got to go now, Charlie's coming out of hospital today, so me, Bill and Fleur are going to meet him. Tell me if anything interesting happens, from Ginny.

Harry put the piece of parchment back into his pocket and the magazine into his bag. He passed the pen back to the muggle man, thanking him again, then turned away. Hermione was sat staring at the wall in front of her, the book was now closed on her lap. Ron was asleep and snoring quietly. The muggle man left at the next stop, and Hermione soon began packing her things away.

"We get off at the next stop," she said. She turned to Ron and started to shake him awake, eventually he woke up and looked around, slightly confused.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"Almost lunch," Hermione replied, looking at her watch.

"Great," said Ron, jumping up. "How far is it?"

"Not far, the next stop then it's a bit of a walk," Hermione replied.

It didn't take them long to pack everything away, and soon they were sat waiting for the train to stop. They felt the train slowing down and watched the station slowly rolling towards them. The train stopped and the three friends climbed off. The station was empty. They were the only ones that had got off the train, and there didn't appear to be anyone getting on the train. They found their way to a small cafe, where they ate their lunch. After they had finished, they found out some information about the campsite they would be staying on and began the short walk there.

The town of Little Hangleton was very peaceful, like the village where Harrys parents had lived. They passed a small pub, called the Hanged Man, where many people were peering out of the dusty windows at the new arrivals. A little further up the road, Harry found himself in a very familiar place. He soon realised where he was, it was the very place he had visited in Dumbledore's pensieve, the road where The Gaunt House was. Harry soon found the small path that led to the Gaunts run-down old house, there were many weeds covering the path and the garden was very overgrown. Harry felt Hermione and Ron behind him.

"That's where his mother, uncle and grandfather lived," Harry said, pointing out the small house that could hardly be seen. They continued walking for a while, until they reached the campsite. Hermione dealt with the money, and soon they were on their way around the camp trying to find their pitch. Eventually, they found pitch A21, where they would be staying. Their tent had already been set up on the pitch and everything was ready. Harry stepped inside the tent, it was a lot like the tent he had stayed in during the quidditch world cup, apart from the fact that the smell of cats wasn't present in this one. There was the main living room and kitchen, and three bedrooms joined to the main one.

"We couldn't get one in the bathroom," Hermione said. "Luckily, there is a bathroom on the site that we're allowed to use, but be careful, remember that it's all muggles, as far as i know, that are staying here." They unpacked their belongings, then sat together by the kitchen table, deciding what to do next.

"I don't think we should go to the Riddle house, not yet," Harry said. "Wait until it's a little darker, or we might end up with the police or angry locals after us."

"What shall we do before then?" Ron asked.

"Wait," Harry said. "I don't really want to go out of the campsite yet, i know the Order members reported that everything was safe, but you don't know if they missed anything."

"There isn't much to do," Hermione said, reading one of the booklets they had received when they arrived. "We could just go for a walk around the site."

"I'm up for it," Ron said. "What about you, Harry?"

"Yeah, sure," Harry replied. The three of them left the tent, locking it using magic behind them, and wandered around the campsite. It was also a very peaceful place. There weren't many people staying at the moment, but those who were looked as if they were staying for a while. There was a large fishing pond on the campsite, and there were a few people fishing. Ron stared at these, people.

"What's the fun in that?" He said, completely amazed by the simple sport. "It's just ridiculous!"

"It's a sport to muggles," Hermione said. "Like quidditch to you."

"How can you compare quidditch to that?" Ron said, completely bewildered. "Quidditch is exciting, you don't just sit staring at the water for hours."

"There's a lot more skill in it than that," Hermione said, obviously annoyed by Ron's lack of muggle knowledge. "My Uncle used to go a lot, he found it fun."

"Yeah, well, Muggles are just nutters," Ron muttered so quietly that only Harry could hear him. The three of them sat on the grassy bank and watched the muggles fishing. One of them caught a fish, but only a small one, Harry could hear Ron next to him muttering "Ridiculous" or "Completely pointless" every few minutes. A short while later, the three friends left again and continued wandering around the site. They stopped again as they reached a small pub, they all decided to go in for a while to warm up and entered. Inside, it was very bright, and also completely empty. Harry and Ron took a seat, while Hermione went to buy the drinks. She came back with three tall glasses of orange juice.

"No butterbeer?" Ron asked.

"Don't be stupid, Ron, it's a muggle pub," Harry replied. He gladly accepted the drink and drank it slowly.

"So, Harry, have you got any idea about the DA meeting this week?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I'm thinking, it took three hours for everyone to duel last time, so I think that's what Friday will be about," Harry replied. "I'm going to have to find out some more spells for Saturday though, if the duelling is all about practising old spells, then we should be learning new spells on Saturday. I'll have to look in the library when we get back."

"I found a great book, it's in my dormitory at Hogwarts," Hermione said. "I'll have to show it to you when we get back." Harry nodded and continued with his drink.

"Ron, did you know Charlie was getting out of St Mungo's today?" Harry asked, curiously.

"Of course i did," Ron replied. "How did you know?"

"Ginny told me," Harry said. "How is he now?"

"Well, the healers say he'll be fine if he stays off work for a while," Ron said. "He's had over a month in St. Mungo's so he should be alright now, i hope."

"He'll be fine," Hermione said.

Harry, Ron and Hermione left after three drinks and found their way back to their tent. It was still quite early, but they decided that they could find something to do in the tent. Harry retreated to his bedroom, while Hermione and Ron dug out an old box of wizards chess from the drawers and began to play. Harry took the parchment from Ginny from his pocket and stared at it for a few moments. He took a quill from his bag, but continued to stare at the paper. He hesitated for a few moments, then three the paper and quill onto the floor.

No, Its not true He thought We're friends, and that's all. I don't want anything else, do i?

He pushed back the memories of how happy he was last year and stared at the roof of the tent.

But another thought popped up into his mind.

Snape knew about Harry and Ginny.

He knew.

Even if she isn't with me, she isn't safe. He thought. Voldemort used her against me once, he might do it again. Just because there's a war happening doesn't mean we can't be happy.

He rolled over and pushed his face further into the pillow, trying to forget all of his thoughts, it would be wrong to change his mind, after everything last year. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.


A/N - Thanks for the reviews.

Sorry if this chapter took longer than expected, but it's up now. Once again, i tried to make it longer, which took quite a while. 4000 words without this... Not bad. I thought i should bring in what's happening with Harry and Ginny and there it is.

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