Chapter 14

Harry was sorting out what he had done and learned that day into his rooms. There was much to put into the rooms today. Today was Christmas. His first real Christmas. His only gift had been from Ginny of course, and it had been hand made, but that was still wonderful. She had made him a picture book of the two of them doing all sorts of things; swimming in the creek by the Burrow, throwing garden gnomes over the wall, climbing the apple trees, and everything else they had done since they had met.

He had also met her two oldest brothers who were home for the holiday. Shortly after he had come to live with the Weasley's, Ginny had asked him why he didn't let her brothers see him too. She understood his fear of adults, but Ron was his age. He told her about Dudley. She had not asked him to appear to anyone else since then, but that didn't mean that she didn't introduce him like the others could see him anyway. The moment that Mr. Weasley had brought Bill and Charlie home, Ginny had hugged both and introduced her new friend, Harry Potter.

He had loved watching Ginny open her presents. The older boys had given her chocolate that moved! When she opened the packet a frog jumped out. That had been his favorite. Her parents gave her clothes and the younger boys had gone in together using their pocket money to get her a new color quills and a sketch book.

His gift to her had been a promise to spend all day boxing day helping her with her marble. He knew she was frustrated that she still could not move it at all. He had begun to sort his mind at night so that during their hour of meditation he could help her. He could tell it was working. She was still struggling, but he was confident that she would get it tomorrow.

She didn't understand why it seemed to come so easily to Harry and why she struggled so much. At first Harry didn't either, but as he sorted through his memories and organized his room, he thought now he did. He now remembered his parents, and he thought the family dog, a huge, black giant of the thing. It must have died when his family did. He could remember ridding it like a pony. He remembered that night, sort of. He had locked it up with the monster he found in the memory.

Then he remembered the cupboard. He had only been 15 months old then, but that was when he had begun using his magic. He knew why that monster had been so easy to lock up. It was because he had been unconsciously containing it for years already. Then when he was almost 3 he had found his marble.

Ginny had turned 4 a few months ago. She lived with a loving family. She played with toys and her brothers. While he had used his magic out of necessity almost all his life, she had never had the need. Today he had suggested a different approach for her. She was trying to do what he did to learn; tomorrow they were going to do something completely different.

Ginny woke Harry up at 6 AM on Boxing Day. She was so excited! Harry had told her that he was going to pull her into his mindscape today! He thought that if she could see and feel what to look for then she would be able to understand how to do it herself.

"Harry" she whispered, nudging his shoulder, "Harry, wake up."

He blinked up at her and rubbed his eyes as he sat up. "Morning." He said sleepily.

"When can we start? I can't wait; I've wanted to be able to do what you do for such a long time. Thank you so much for helping me." She continued to ramble, but Harry had stopped listening and was just letting her voice wash over him. The last four month had been the best of his life. He was still a quite boy, probably always would be, but he loved nothing more than listening to Ginny talk.

When she wound down, he told her what he was going to do and that they couldn't be disturbed.

"Don't worry Harry, we always sleep in on Boxing Day then eat brunch together at 11. No one else will be up before 10, not even Mum and Daddy." She explained.

"Ok, close your eyes and relax." Harry reached for her mind. It took a moment since she didn't know how to send out her thoughts, but he found her and pulled her into Her Palace.

Ginny stood beside the creek at her house. Well it was sort of the creek. This was huge, more of a lake really. Looking around she recognized the garden where they had tea parties, but there was a gazebo over the table there, and stone wall surrounding the property. The house was there, too. It looked sturdier than the real one.

Ginny looked at Harry and asked, "It's like home."

"You haven't seen the best part yet." He let out a shrill whistle, and two very familiar dragons landed in front of them.

Ginny squealed, "Mr. and Mrs. Tubbins! Harry, how?"

"They are my guardians. There are baby tigers in the garden, mermaids in the lake, and flying Unicorns somewhere around. And look," He pointed to a cloud "there is a castle up there."

"Hello, Ginny." rumbled a deep voice. Her eyes went wide as the giant living version of her favorite stuffed toy spoke to her. "Would you like to fly?" She looked to Harry then nodded vigorously. Riding the dragon, Harry showed Ginny around. He made sure they steered clear of the shed, but he showed her everything else.

Once the tour was done, the two sat at the table in the gazebo. Ginny looked around this amazing place that Harry had built and was all the more determined to succeed today. After today she would be able to do the incredible things that Harry did too.