First off, I want to thank you all for the sweet reviews I got on HPOV. I wasn't really sure to post it and you replies ensure that next time Harry wants a word he'll be heard...

okay so the next chapter I really don't like myself but I couldn't get around the island tour...it got a bit darker than I liked...I blame it on the Deathly Hallows movie, which I really really liked and left me with a lot of ideas for the next chapter...

I do hope you all enjoy this chapter, sorry for the lack of lemons, though

21. I really don't like caves.

7th of June 1998. Sunday

I inhaled deeply, my nose pressed against Harry's chest and his lips brushing my hair. I love waking up like this.

"Good morning." He whispered.

"Good morning to you to." I mumbled against his skin. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him even closer. The feeling of his skin against mine made me relieve the bliss from last night, something I hoped would linger in my body forever.

This moment could have lasted forever and I wouldn't complain.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Very well, I dreamed about you all night."

"What about me?" I asked surprised.

"Well, lets just say you kind off released the beast in me." He chuckled darkly. I didn't understand at first but when he pulled me even closer I felt what he meant.

"Oh…hmm, that might make two of us." I said and I wasn't lying, I had been dreaming about last night as well, although my mind had been very, very creative.

"I hope you're not joking." Harry said as he wiggled himself down under the covers so he could look at me.

"No I'm certainly not." I said as I brushed my fingers over his chest down to his hard erection. Harry groaned softly as I touched him. Suddenly he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"Ginny, as much as I want you right now, it has to wait until later…"

"Why?" I asked surprised.

"First, because it's already half past eight and if you want to have breakfast before we leave we better hurry because we will be leaving at ten, and secondly I though you might be a bit sore after last night."

Well he got a point there, I was sore indeed but nothing that I couldn't handle, it felt like I had have my first Quidditch practice of the season, only different muscles were protesting.

"It's not that bad." I mumbled.

Harry lifted my head softly so that our eyes met.

"I know Ginny, still, we have tonight and the next and the next, for at least a fortnight."

A smile slowly covered my face as I thought of all those nights ahead.

"See, let's get some breakfast." He said before kissing me.

When I got put of bed I saw my dark blue bra laying on the desk and the matching panty laying on the floor, it made me blush a little at the memories. I picked them up quickly and put them in the laundry basket. Hotel service.

As I walked towards the closet, for the first time really feeling how sore my muscles were. Instead of dressing immediately I decided to take a quick warm shower to get my muscles working again.

"Will we be walking a lot today?" I asked as I walking into the bathroom.

"No I don't think so."

"Good because I need some time to get my body moving properly again."

"Are you that sore?" Harry asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, more like after the first Quidditch practice of the season." I shrugged. "I'll feel better after a warm shower."

"you better hurry, we only have a short time for breakfast."

I nodded and rushed into the shower. The warm water did feel really good. After I was dressed again I felt much better. During the shower I had come to the conclusion that like with Quidditch practice was the solution to prevent sore muscles. And I was excited about the prospect of more training.

"Do you think Ron and Hermione did…" I tried but couldn't find the words. Luckily Harry seemed to understand.

"Last night you mean?" he asked as he closed the door behind me.

"Yes."

"No, I don't think so." He chuckled darkly.

"Why not?"

"Ginny, you know your brother as well as I do, better even. Do really think he would be able to do that?"

"I don't know, maybe, it's just he's so shy around Hermione and I don't think he knows what to do." I giggled. I looked up at Harry who was blushing a bit.

"Harry? Why are you blushing?" I asked as I ran my finger over his cheek.

"Nothing." He quickly replied, blushing even more.

"Harry?" I pressed.

"Ron knows as much as I do." He mumbled.

"Now than. Than it's not a big problem…" I tailed off as I started to realizing something. "Harry, why do you know Ron knows as much as you do?"

I giggled, the question I asked sounded silly even to my own ears.

"Because I handed Ron those magazines you bought." Harry mumbled again.

"What?"

"Ginny, where did you thought I got any information from, uncle Vernon?"

I gaped at him.

"It's not like the muggles starting to give their kids advise about sex or anything, I think I would have died of shame if uncle Vernon had started to talk about that!"

"What have my magazines to do with any of this?"

"I found them a few days ago, after the picnic, I was curious about what you were reading."

"You read them?"

"Yes." Harry said blushing. "I found them quite educational, actually."

I broke out in laughter, sputtering and giggling as I had the image in my mind of Harry's raised eyebrows while he was reading the magazines.

"Hey, no laughing!" Harry shouted with a big smile appearing, "Remember, you benefited from that as well."

"Yes," I giggled, "but I would have liked to be there with you when you read the magazines. It sure must have been something to behold."

Harry just looked at me and said nothing for a while. We continued to walked towards the restaurant. Once I had my fit of giggles under control again I asked Harry for some more explanations.

"Why did you give the magazines to Ron."

"That's a long, complicated and embarrassing story."

"Won't you tell me?" I asked as sweet as I possibly could.

"Maybe some other time, right now if Ron hears I told you this he'd kill me, so I rather keep this between Ron and myself at the moment."

"Is it that bad?" I wondered.

"No, but if I tell you now, you will be giggling the whole day whenever you look at Ron. I really don't want to explain that."

I looked at Harry, he tried to look serious but he completely failed. The twinkle in his eyes was just to bright.

"Later, then."

As we arrived the hostess lead us to the table were the rest of the family was already seated.

"Hey, look who's finally got out of bed…" George cheered.

"Good morning to you to, George." Harry said.

We said good morning to everybody, ordered drinks and ate breakfast. There was a large buffet style breakfast bar. With too many things to choose from, bread, eggs, English breakfast, sweet cakes, cornflakes, even omelets.

"I'm going to get fat with all this food." I complained as I piled more sweet cakes on my plate.

"There are enough activities on the island to burn it off again." Harry said as he sat down next to me. I blushed a bit because I knew to what his rough voice was hinting. Luckily the rest of the family didn't notice.

"Speaking off activities, what's the plan for today?" dad asked cheerfully.

"Oh, we are going to do the tour around the island. At ten the tour guide is coming to pick us up. According to the leaflet I saw the tour takes the whole day, we will be back before dinner." Harry informed the family.

"What exactly are we going to do during this tour?" Hermione asked.

"Uhm, the guide is going to show us around the island. I think we will drive up north and back again, visiting briefly all the things there are to do. He'll tell us things about the different activities and also explains what we as wizards can and can't do when it comes to muggle villages and area's."

Everybody seemed excited about the plan for today, when Harry and I finished breakfast the whole family was already bouncing around in the lobby. While we waited for the car to arrive the boys played games, mom and dad were looking at gifts in the small gift shop that located at the other end of the lobby. Hermione and I sat in one of the lounge chairs just outside the lobby. The sun was nice and warm, the soft breeze kept things cool.

"It's amazing here, isn't it?" Hermione said.

"Yeah, I love it back home but it would be nice to have the sun so warm."

"I wonder what the island looks like further inland."

"According to that holiday brochure it is littered with volcano's, lava fields and mountains, but I really have no idea what that would look like." I answered her.

"Me neither, Tomorrow, if Harry hasn't planned something, we should go to the muggle village. I want to look around there."

"Me too, I'm sure Harry would have told me if he had anything planned, so I think we can do that."

After a good twenty minutes a car arrived, it looked a lot bigger than the one my dad had owned, but it looked just as old. The driver was clearly a muggle, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt showing the logo of the island.

"I'll go get Harry." I told Hermione.

Quickly I got up and walked to the games area.

"Harry, the tour guide is here."

"Okay, we are coming."

"I'm going to get mom and dad." George said as he ran quickly towards the shop.

Within ten minutes we were ready and driving away. Dad sat in the front seat next to the muggle named Dennis. Dad was firing questions at him non-stop, all were of course about how the car worked. Dennis seemed happy to answer him.

We drove north over a mountain ridge, from the top you had the most amazing view. We drove through Puerto del Carmen, which looked like an amazing city for shopping and hanging around. About thirty minutes later we arrived in the capital city of Arrecife. The route had taken us along the coast, the sea had looked stunning.

In Arrecife Dennis parked the car next to a small bay so we were able to walk around for a while. It wasn't as big as London or anything but it was busy. Lots and lots of tourists, muggle tourist, were walking around, taking pictures and chatting happily. From the parking lot at the bay we could see a lot fort on a island just from the coast.

"That's Castillo de San Gabriel." Dennis told us when he saw us looking. "It used to be a fort but now the muggles use it as a museum. We don't have time today to visit but you can go there later this week, it's only closed on Mondays."

"Are there a lot of wizards and witches around here?" George asked.

"No, not many. The island is very young as I will explain later, but that means there is no real magical history around here, only for the last hundred years or so. Wizard and witches have visited this island long before that but only since around 1870 did the first wizarding family decided to stay here. The wizarding families that live on the island all are located in the southern part of the island, that's because it's more open area, they can hide themselves better."

"What about tourists?" Hermione asked.

"Well, we have about a thousand wizarding families per year who visit the island, but that include only the completely wizarding families. We don't know about wizards and witches who travel with their muggle relatives."

Next stop was the small town of Teguise, it was a lovely village, small alleys and white houses, picture perfect.

"Today the village of Teguise is really busy because of the weekly market. In this village they have a large market every Sunday, it is a market for muggles but I advise you to go and visit next Sunday, it's really something special."

"Don't we have time now?" mom asked.

"No, I'm sorry, but if we want to be back before dinner we can't stop everywhere."

"Are there things we are actually going to do, or is it just a driving tour?" George asked.

"Oh, yes." Dennis said happily. "I have a surprise for you all at the next stop."

We drove up further north, the terrain got more rough and large mountains popped up every where. To our right side we could see the ocean, the waves were much higher than those we saw from our hotel. There were muggles on white boards with a plastic sail. I had absolutely no clue about what they were doing. Dad noticed them too, totally excited he pointed and laughed.

"Look what those muggles are doing, they've got their boot to small." He giggled.

"Actually, Mr. Weasley, they are wind-surfing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Wind-surfing is a national hobby for those who live on the island. The white boards you see is what they stand on, and with the help of the sail, they catch the wind and ride the waves. The good ones can do all kind of tricks with them, look over there."

He pointed to two men, who were standing on a board. When the wave picked them up they pulled the board in the air and flipped.

"Wow." George breathed, "Can we do that?"

"Yeah, there is a school here that teaches tourists how to ride the waves, but learning those tricks will take you a while." Dennis answered as he handed a flyer to George.

"Cool!" George breathed as he read the flyer.

Suddenly Dennis took a side road, much smaller than the one had been on. There was a sign post but it was in Spanish so I couldn't make out where we were going. We pulled up in a large parking lot, where a lot of cars were already parked.

When we all got out Dennis turned towards us.

"Welcome to Cueva de Los Verdes. This is one of the major tourist attractions of the island. Below our feet lays a large cave system. Part of these caves are open to visitors. And we are going in. Now remember there are only muggles here so we have to be careful to keep a low profile. I thought it would be exciting to join the muggles and have a look around the caves. The woman who is going to lead this tour speaks English."

"You mean we are going to do a cave tour?" George asked.

'Yes, if you want to."

"Wicked." George smiled, "Hey, Dennis, is it possible to find any strange magical animals in there, or other things wizards can use?"

"I'm not sure, maybe, you'll have to pay close attention. I'm the muggle remember, I honestly don't know much about magic."

George smiled and bounced in front of us. Everybody was really excited as we entered the caves, except Harry, he was very quiet and thoughtful. I saw Hermione glancing at him a few times, she had noticed too. I wondered what was wrong.

Dad didn't notice, he had to work really hard to keep up the pretences but after a good five minutes people around us just assumed he was crazy.

Harry and I walked behind the large group of tourists, far enough away from my crazy dad and fussing mom but just close enough to hear the tour guide. He didn't say much but the deeper we got the quieter and paler he got. I squeezed his hand and looked at him, the questions must have been clear on my face but Harry attempted and fail to smile at me. Something was really bothering him.

The caves were really beautiful, old lava tubes they were according to the guide. Deep inside there was a lake it reflected the ceiling of the cave perfectly, at first you couldn't even see it was water it looked more like a caved in tunnel below. After the guide threw a rock in it became clear it was water.

We stood a little bit away from the group, Harry hadn't been interested to see it up close. When I wanted to walk up close to have a better look Harry pulled me back. His stare intensely focused on the water.

"What is it?" I whispered.

"I don't like underground lakes." He growled.

"Why? What is wrong Harry?"

He didn't answer but I felt his arms brushing my arm, when I glanced down I saw that his hand twitch in his pocket, he was holding his wand ready for battle. I tensed up immediately checking my own pockets.

"Harry, tell me?" I whispered.

"The last time I saw a lake in a cave, Dumbledore was poisoned and I was almost killed by inferi, I really don't like these underground lakes." He quickly hissed.

I looked at him for a second our eyes locked together, I could see the hurt of this memory in his eyes. I closed my eyes for a second, breaking the intensity. I wished as I opened my eyes again that I knew what he remembered, that I knew what had happened that made him so scared of this lake.

Suddenly when I met his eyes, I wasn't standing in the by lava created tunnel anymore. I was in a large cave, on a small island with a huge surrounding lake. Harry was lying on his knees in front of me trying to fill a cup with water, next to me lay Dumbledore, looking very, very sick. When I turned my eyes back to Harry, the most cruel, horrifying scene unfolded in front of my eyes. Dead bodies, decaying limbs were grabbing for him. I felt a scream building up in my throat when I heard my name.

"Ginny? Ginny stop it." It was Harry's voice but he sounded very far away. "stop it." I heard again. Suddenly the large lake and the decaying faces were gone and I was looking in a pair of bright green but scared eyes. I was gasping for air.

"Ginny?"

"Harry? What happened." My voice pitched higher as the panic remained in my body.

"I'm not sure but it felt like you just performed Legilimency. You were in my head, making me relive that memory." Harry said breathless.

"Impossible, I wouldn't even know how?"

"I swear…Ginny, are you alright?" He asked as I was still gasping for air, tears were streaking down my face. I just shook my head in denial. The realization of what I had seen hit me hard. That had been Harry's memory, that is what he had to deal with. I wasn't able to reconcile the images from Harry's memory with what I had always imagined. I had imagined pretty bad things but not that, not that horrible.

I felt Harry pulling me into his arms, I felt his fingers stroking my hair.

"It's okay, Ginny." He repeatedly whispered.

After a minute or so I calmed down, noticing my family standing around us.

"What happened?" mom asked.

"I don't know. Mrs. Weasley. And this is not really the place to explain it either." Harry answered as he looked around, quite a few curious muggles were looking at us. Mom noticed it as well. She nodded and handed me a tissue, she smiled softly before following the tour guide with dad.

Harry pushed me slowly in the back to make me moved again. His arm stayed around me as we walked away from that lake.

"Harry?" I whispered.

"Yes." His voice sounded so calm and soothing.

"I honestly don't know what happed." I confessed.

"Me neither." Harry admitted. "We'll figure it out later, lets enjoy the rest of the tour."

I looked at him, his face looked as calm as his voice was. The old Harry would have been brooding on this for hours, demanding immediate explanation, but this Harry, the news horcrux free Harry just looked calm. Like nothing could really bother him.

He noticed my staring and smiled at me. He leaned down to kiss me quickly.

"Ginny, we will figure it out later." He repeated.

"You are not the Harry I remember." I whispered.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, I really like this new Harry, it just takes some getting used too."

"it's a pity though." A voice said behind us. It made us jump.

"George!" I yelled, "don't ever sneak up on us like that again."

George just laughed.

"What's a pity, anyway." I asked.

"That the old Harry is gone. The obnoxious, flammable, easy to tease, Harry will be surely missed. I liked toying with his temper every once in a while. Now not even some unexplainable magic doesn't erase his calm." George shook his head.

"You saw what happened?" Harry asked.

"From a distance. It looked all gooey and sticky but I heard Ginny gasp and I saw your eyes glazing over for a second. It looked a bit weird."

Harry nodded but didn't reply, I guessed his 'figure-it-out-later' idea was still in place.

Harry relaxed further as we left the cave system.

"You really hated in there, huh?" I asked, my voice still sounded shaken.

"Yeah." Harry breathed as he stepped into the sun light.

Mom and dad were talking excitedly about how they loved the muggle tour, as we walked back to the car. Ron, Hermione, George, Harry and I on the other hand were silent, all lost in thought, all wondering what had just happened. Mom noticed.

"Dennis, is there somewhere we can talk in private?" she asked as she indicated towards us.

"Something happened?" Dennis asked worried.

"It's not to worry about, but like to sit down for a second." Harry said.

"Of course, I was planning on riding to an other tourist attraction, you can sit there, eat something and talk."

"That sounds nice, weird things always makes me hungry." George said, his smile fully returned.

We all got in the car, Dennis promised us it was a shirt drive and drove of around the north part of the island. While George and Dad still excitedly looked around, Harry and I looked at each other. Our eyes never breaking contact. Questions in both our eyes were very clear.

The deep green made me vividly remember what had just happen. I recalled the whole scene, me wishing I could see what he had been through so that I could help him, seeing it all through Harry's memory, the fear I felt for him, everything.

I tried to see a reasonable explanation, how could I have entered Harry's memory. I almost got myself a headache just working it out.

"Here we are." The words broke through my deep thoughts, I realized that Dennis had said something. Looking around I noticed we were on top of a mountain.

"This is the Mirador del Rio, it's one of the best view point of this island. There is a small restaurant where you can sit and talk. Remember the place is run by muggles, but you are free to go anywhere. I'll meet you all back here when you are ready."

We all nodded and got out of the car. Dennis handed us the tickets we needed and waved goodbye.

The fresh cool wind that was blowing helped me clear my mind a little. Still utterly confused I tried to pull myself back together. It didn't work as much as I liked, still locked up in complete confusion I heard Harry telling my parents that we would see them in a few minutes but I didn't know why. Harry lead me through a door out on a large balcony, the view from here was amazing. So beautiful it penetrated through the fuzz in my brain enough to be registered.

"Ginny?" Harry asked as he shook my arm quite roughly.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry."

"What was that for?" I snapped as I rubbed my arm.

"Sorry, but I have been calling your name for the last five minutes or so, I had to do something to get through."

"Oh…" I gasped, "Five minutes really?"

"Yeah, Ginny will you please tell me what you are thinking so hard off?"

I looked around for a seat, when I found one I sat down and looked out over the sea in front of us.

"I'm trying to work out what happened, I'm trying to get rid of that memory you showed me. Harry that was horrible."

"I know." He said solemn. "Tell me what happened? From the start."

"I don't know…I saw that you didn't feel comfortable going into the caves. When I asked you I saw the pain, it was so clear in your eyes. I remember wishing that I knew what had happened so that I could say the right things to you. When I looked in your eyes again I was standing in a small island in a large cave, surrounded by water, Dumbledore on the ground looking very sick. It was so scary."

I shuddered as I remembered the scene I saw. Harry sat down next to me, looking silently ahead. Thinking things through.

"If felt exactly the same." He murmured. "Ginny, were you holding your wand at the time?"

"Uhm…" I tried to remember. "Yes, I did… I saw you twitching your wand, I thought something was wrong."

"At the moment you thought about your wish, did you think about anything else?"

"No, I just wanted to help you."

Harry was silent again. For a long time he just held my hand and murmured to his self.

After a while I just had to know what he was thinking.

"Harry, please tell me."

"I think you performed Legilimency. I swear it felt the same as when Severus Snape did it, only less intrusive. Your mind was clear besides your wish and mine was clear beside the memory. There is just no other explanation."

"But Harry, I wouldn't know how to do it."

"I know, that was what I was stumbling over but you know, when I was young, before going to Hogwarts I mean, before I found out I was a wizard, sometimes things happened to me. Like when I was with Dudley in the zoo, I was angry and I made the glass between him and a snake vanish. I didn't know what to do it just happened."

"You think it's like that, what just happened?"

"It could be. Let's ask your dad maybe he agrees with me."

I nodded and followed him back inside. We found the family sitting at a small table, all holding a sandwich and something to drink. I sat down next to Hermione who immediately grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"You okay?" she whispered.

I nodded and smiled, I really did feel a lot better. Harry explained what had happened in the cave to the rest of the family, after that he lay his own assumptions on the table so everybody could give his or hers opinion.

He was looking at my dad, hoping he would shed some light on this, but unsurprisingly it was Hermione who opened her mouth first.

"I think you're right, Harry." She said softly. "When I was nine, there was this girl at school with me who was bullying me terribly. One day she got to me again and I got so upset that I kept wishing that see would embarrass herself for the whole class to see. When after lunch break we went back to the class room I looked at her walking through the door, thinking about how funny it would be of the door slammed shut just behind her so that she would fall over and landed with her face in the flowers that stood on a small table. When I closed my eyes I heard the door slam just exactly as I hoped it would."

We all gaped at Hermione, this was something we would never have expected from her.

"What? I didn't really wanted to hurt her, I just wanted the class to see that she was just as a small girl as the rest of us. Anyways, I think it's quite similar to what happened to you, Ginny."

My dad fully agreed. His advise, ask McGonagall about it she'll be able to help you control it. What was most reliving was that according to mom it was normal for the women from her side of the family to experience these things.

After a long lunch and a good look around we all were happily smiling and on the road again.

Dennis drove south, chatting with dad and pointing out things. I had to admit this island was beautiful, the rough peaks through out the island were stunning.

We drove through the national park, which was surrounding many volcanoes. Dennis informed us that it was possible to do a walking tour through the park, with an expert who would be able to tell all sorts of things. He drove slowly as he pointed out the lava fields and the site of the last eruption. He told us that the stones closest to the crater were still hot enough to cook on.

He handed out leaflets to show us the possibilities of things to do in the national park.

After the park he drove us to a other view point on the west side of the island.

"This is Los Hervideros, it's one of the most stunning cliff sites on the island. You can walk around here, as long as you stay in the paths." Dennis smiled.

It was indeed stunning, the rough waves smashed against the steep side of the island. Creating caves and holes through which we were able to see the waves. I think it was safe to say that we all were a bit in awe of the whole scenery.

We walked for more than a hour, Ron, Harry and George fooling around while Hermione and I were watching the waves from a bench.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked. I knew she was talking about what happened in the cave.

"Yes." I smiled. "It was more the shock of what happened. And the memory I saw."

"You saw Harry and Dumbledore in the cave, with the inferi?"

"Yes, you knew about that?"

"Not much, Harry never talks much about these things."

"No, with me neither. Do you think he should talk about it?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm sure not going to force him. I think maybe it's best to let it come naturally, like it did today. When he is confronted with the memory."

I nodded, Hermione always had good insight.

"Come on girls, I want to get back before we miss dinner." George shouted as he stood by the car.

"What time is it?" I asked Hermione.

"Around four."

"Than we have time enough to walk slowly and enjoy the view a bit more."

Forty minutes later, after driving through Playa Blanca, we were back at the hotel. George was blissfully happy, Dennis had promised him to arrange a sea fishing trip for him and the other guys. George was literally bouncing. Hermione, mom and I agreed to use that day to do some shopping in the town we saw this morning.

"We'll see you later, dinner at six?" I asked as we walked through the lobby, I wanted to be alone with him. The day had been emotional enough, I needed time together with him to forget everything. Everybody agreed and went their own way. Harry and I made our quick exit to our room.

"You did that smoothly." Harry joked as he crashed on the bed. I jumped after him, making us both bounce. I kissed him deeply before laying down next to him.

"Yeah, I wanted to be alone with you. I hated when mom and dad are watching everything we do."

Harry rolled over on his side and rested his head on his arm, he looked at me for a long time.

"You know it's only two months until you are free of them right?"

"Yeah, I know, and I don't know how we are going to survive those two months." I grumbled.

"Ginny, what I meant is, that in two months time we'll be going through our last year at school, after that I think we agreed to move out your parents place. When we both have a job to do and won't be living close to the burrow you won't see your parents that much."

"I know what you mean Harry, it's just that I don't like being spied on every two minutes."

"We can go to the summer house for a few days when it gets too much." He promised.

"Really?"

"Yes. Now stop worrying."

I smiled and crawled on top of him, tickling as I went. Happy with the idea of more privacy after the holiday