Chapter Five- Fun-Filled Chaos

Chapter Five- Fun-Filled Chaos

"C-Colin? Colin Creevey?" Harry stuttered, gaping at him. The mousy-haired boy nodded swiftly as Harry's eyes swept over him. He was still was clutching a muggle camera, and had tousled hair, but, again, there was something different about him. He was still smiling, agreed, but he was, looking more serious than before, yes, that was it, he wasn't as annoying as he used to be.

"Bill, how do you know Colin?" Harry asked, turning to him. Bill slapped the air with his hand, " Oh, Ron told me that he wanted a picture of you and, not to mention, your autograph." Bill stifled a laugh, and directed the conversation away from him.

"So, uh, Colin, how was your summer?" Bill implied, his gaze brushing the room, looking for any floo-powder. Colin shrugged, and replied in a slightly deeper voice, "Nah, I did nothing. Took some lessons in photography from a muggle friend, but that's all. And, yea, we do have floo-powder."

Bill's head snapped back to Colin, "Where? How much?" He sounded anxious, and Harry didn't know why. Colin pulled an old tin can out from under the counter, and said in a dull tone, which was highly unusual for him, "Free, since you're friends. There's a fireplace in the back room. What's up with you two?"

"Ah, nothing, really. We just forgot to, uh, bring some more floo-powder to get home." Harry said, mocking Colin's lifeless tone. Harry still thought that there was something different about him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Bill took a handful of the powder, and headed to the back room.

Harry proceeded him, and gave a short wave followed by a, " Thanks" to Colin. "Ah, it was nothin'." he said continuing his colorless tone. Harry swung open the door to see Bill throwing the powder into the old fireplace, which looked like it had one too many piles of ashes in it. Bill climbed in, and yelled," The Burrow!" In a flash, he was gone. Harry followed the procedure, and climbed into the fireplace. He yelled the same, and was zooming past many fireplaces. In the midst of all the commotion, Harry thought that he heard a faint whisper. "Harry! Be careful! Danger!" It repeated several times, and it only ended when Harry was back at the Burrow.

Startled to see that their little adventure had come to an end, and so soon, too, Harry stumbled out of the fireplace. The storm had subsided, and it was only lightly raining outside. The lightning had had its fierce night, and had decided to go without notice, ready to strike whenever it feels like it.

Bill gave Harry a weary look and said in a tired tone, " Sorry, Harry. We didn't really do anything. Sorry I had to drag you along on one of my stupid 'ventures."

Harry swished the thought away with a flick of his hand and replied in a more colorful tone, "No, Bill. It was fun!" Bill glared at Harry. "Alright, it wasn't. But we did actually do something. We saw Colin." Bill's expression softened and he nodded, yawning with drowsiness. "Well, I better get to bed, tomorrow's the last day left of vacation. See ya' in the morning, Bill." Harry said, following Bill's yawn.

The two of them separated, and went their separate ways. Halfway up the stairs to Ron's room, Harry was pretty much asleep; his head drooped, and his eyes watered from yawning. He was extremely close to falling right there, on the steps, and going to sleep, but his feet kept moving up, up, up. Soon enough, Harry was fast asleep in his bed; curled up with the warm blankets, and the silent pitter-patter of the rain reassuring him a good night's rest. Luckily, Harry did have a good night's sleep, and a dreamless one, at that.

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Waking up to Ron's exclamation of, " Oh blimey, Mom! There's no way I am ever going to do twenty chores by noon!" Harry sat up in bed and glanced at the door, where Ron was standing, holing a piece of paper, and calling down to his mother. "Oh yes, sir, you are going to get it all done. Before noon. So I suggest starting right away!" came the call of Mrs. Weasley.

Ron turned red-faced away from the door, and muttered a few inaudible words to himself. He looked over at Harry and smiled, " Finally up? Get your beauty sleep? Bill and Ginny are still out cold, too." Ron said, taking a seat on his orange bed. Harry sighed and nodded, his hair awry, and getting in his eyes.

Harry got up to get dressed, although he was already dressed with yesterday's clothing. "Ah, so tired last night, you didn't even bother to change?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Harry shrugged, kicking open his trunk, and secretly stashing the discarded invisibility cloak into it while grabbing a new change of clothes. "I guess so, last night went by to fast for me to keep up." He said offhandedly. Ron nodded, and stood up to leave. "See ya' downstairs, Harry." his voice echoed up to Harry as Ron began to descend the steps. Harry nodded, and quickly changed, thinking about last night. Thinking mostly about Ginny.

What really happened last night? Was it just my imagination, or did Ginny really connect us two? Harry thought, pulling on his faded blue jeans. Or was it all a dream? Did I really hear a little voice while using floo-powder to get back to the Burrow? Or am I going mad? Harry's taunting thoughts went on like this all through breakfast; he had oranges, toast and jelly, waffles, and scrambled eggs.

Near the end of breakfast, when Harry was just finishing his last waffle, Ginny came and sat next to him. Her eyes were cast downward and her blazing red hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She was dressed in green, her favorite color. Harry waited for what she was going to say, but apparently, she wouldn't speak 'till Mrs. Weasley was out of the kitchen. She sat patiently watching her mother with close and attentive eyes. Harry finished his meal, but didn't go put his plate in the sink. He too waited with Ginny for Mrs. Weasley to go elsewhere.

Mrs. Weasley rustled around, cleaning dishes, and using her free hand to magic some leftover food into the refrigerator. Harry got an idea, and said in an urgent tone, "Mrs. Weasley, um, we will clean the dishes for you." Ginny beamed at him. Mrs. Weasley turned, and smiled weakly, she obviously hadn't gotten much sleep last night.

"Bless you, Harry," she said, giving a nod, " Ginny. Thank you terribly for doing this!" She rushed out of the kitchen, giving a glance and a smile back to the two of them. She turned and vanished around the next corner; Harry could hear her singing a familiar tune. Ginny heaved a sigh, and looked at Harry with gleeful eyes.

"Great, now we have to wash the dishes," said Ginny, standing up and heading towards the soapy sink. Harry followed her with his plate, and stood beside her, glaring at the sink as he placed it in it.

"Ginny, there was something you wanted to talk to me about, right?" Harry asked, looking at her with his alarming green eyes. Ginny twirled her head around to look into his eyes. She nodded. "Oh course, Harry. Of course I did." "Go on, Ginny, spill it!"

Ginny searched his eyes, and said, "Alright, Harry. Remember last night?" "You bet I do." Harry said grimly, remembering meeting the new and, different, Colin. "No, when I held your hand." Ginny watched as Harry nodded, and began to wash the dishes. "Well, I-um-didn't want to give you the wrong impression. I did hold your hand because the thunder startled me. And I do like storms, as everyone told you last night. The truth is that, I just wanted to hold your hand. I absolutely did not mean to trigger that spell that linked us together. I'm so sorry about that, Harry." Ginny turned to the dishes and started to clean.

Harry loved the way that she said his name; she said it like it was an old antique that was to be treated extremely carefully. She said it with such airiness, and lightness that her voice almost became more silent than the quietest whisper of the wind.

"S'okay, Ginny. I know that you didn't mean to. You know that by the end of this year, we will know each other like the back of our own hands. There's no stopping what you might see. Like last night, at dinner." Harry continued to wash the dishes, and noticed that they were down to only three left. Ginny spun around and demanded to know what Harry knew.

"Okay, Ginny, granted. I saw, well, you, and someone else, standing by the lake on the school grounds," Harry started, filling her in on the strange image. Ginny looked startled, and blushed.

"You, you may be seeing the future, Harry. Or it could have been one of my weird daydreams, you know. I saw something last night, too." At this, Harry stopped cleaning, and looked over at her, it was her time to spill. "Go on!" Harry said urgently. Ginny grinned, and shrugged. "Only you daydreaming about what Hermione looks like!"

She giggled violently, her shoulders sagging with mirth. Harry threw the wet washrag at her, and it plunged onto her red head. "I would never dream like that about Hermione!" Harry yelled, breaking down into laughter with Ginny.

"Oh yea? You did! Y-you-you did, Harry! You did!" Ginny gasped between laughter. She picked up the washcloth, and chucked it over at Harry, who was now holding his stomach and chuckling merrily. It hit him square into his left eye. Harry shook his head, " Now you are going to pay!" He said to her, laughing, and retrieving the cloth.

This time, when Harry threw the washrag, Ginny caught it, and plunged it back into the sink. She pulled it out, soaked with bubbles, and threw it at Harry, without ringing it out. Harry was now wet all over his face and left pant leg. Ginny looked the same, only her head was the only wet part about her. But the floor was a different story. It was accumulating puddles of soapy water from both the throwing of the cloth, and the overflowing sink. The two of them had accidentally left the sink flowing. Fortunately, Ginny spotted it, and turned it off.

This 'cute' little fight between Ginny and Harry didn't end 'till Ron came in, and sent Ginny away to change her soaked clothes. Harry was the most wet, but he didn't care. The water fight had lasted for almost ten minutes, and the wash rag had eventually been abandoned for cups, which they filled up with soapy water, and spilled them on each other.

"Harry? Again, I see you with my sister? Oh well, she's all yours!" Ron joked, rushing Harry upstairs. Harry grinned, but replied to Ron, " Nope, she's not all mine, just her friendship, that's all." Ron looked highly unconvinced.

"Oh com'on! You two have something more than friendship." Ron said, leading Harry into his room. Harry almost said 'of course we do' but that would cause a commotion with the whole Weasley family about Harry and Ginny being connected. Instead, Harry just rolled his eyes at Ron, and went to pick out other clothes.

Harry sorted through the clothes, and finally pulled out some clean ones. Ron shook his head behind Harry, and laughed. "What?" Harry asked, sounding aggravated. "Nothing, nothing at all." Ron said, holding back the laugh. "What is it, Ron?" Harry was now staring at him with green eyes behind his taped glasses.

"You, um, you-your pants are, um, oh, never mind." Ron said, turning on his heel to go downstairs. "Whatever you say, Ron. Whatever you say." Harry said sarcastically, watching him trudge down the stairs.

"I'll wait for you, Harry." Ron said, barely yelling. "Okay." Harry mumbled. He hated it when Ron hid things from him, especially if it was concerning himself. Harry pondered on what he would do the last free day of summer vacation while he changed his clothes for the second time that day.

Harry ran his fingers through his wet and untidy hair. Sighing, he clumped down the stairs to meet Ron, who was vacuuming the family room floor. Harry took a seat on the couch, and watched Ron finish quickly; the family room was pretty small.

Ron pulled out the list of chores to do, and made a check on it. "Four down, sixteen more to go. I've de-gnomed the garden, vacuumed this room, my room, and the twins room already." Ron said, plopping down beside Harry. "And only three more hours to do the rest." Harry said, glancing at Ron, knowing the familiar stressed expression.

"Blimey! No way! Harry, will you go fix Ginny's mirror? Meet me in my room when you're done, I will have two other things done by then." Ron gasped, his eyes looking bewildered. Harry nodded, and Ron patted him on the back, "Thanks, Harry! Thanks a lot!"

Ron scrambled out the door, and walked outside, stuffing the list into his pocket once again. Harry made his way quickly to Ginny's door. He felt the need to knock, so he did. Ginny answered the door, and stuck her head out. "Oh, Harry. It's only you. Come on in." she said, quickly opening the door to let him in, and then swiftly shutting it.

"Where's this mirror that I have to fix?" Harry asked, scanning the room. Her wand lay on the dresser, and her trunk was propped up on her bed, getting ready to be packed. "Oh good! I was going to pack that, too. It's right over there." She said, pointing to her desk which was piled with last-minute homework; Harry had finished his in one week at the Dursleys' because he had had a lot of free time, being trapped up in his room for something that Dudley had done. Dudley had broken the Dursleys' new television set, and his parents weren't too happy, so they punished Harry instead. It was nothing new, Harry was always being punished, he was just glad that he didn't have to crawl into the little cupboard where he used to sleep, and practically live in a long time ago.

Harry walked over, and picked up the mirror. It revealed her diary, lying face-open to Harry, who had the temptation to sit down and read it, but he refused to. Instead, Harry walked across the room, to where he wouldn't be tempted to look at the diary.

Harry held the mirror in one hand, and whipped out his pocketed wand with the other; Harry had been hiding his wand in his pocket every day, just in case something happened, ever since the end of last year. It was now just as important as remembering to wear clothes.

He placed the tip of his wand to the broken pocket-sized mirror, which was cracked in five different places, and muttered a charm to fix it. Harry pulled his wand away to see that the mirror hadn't been fixed; he tried it again, but he still got the same results; nothing happened in the slightest. Frowning at not being able to fix an innocent mirror, Harry asked Ginny with puzzlement, "Ginny? What did you do to this mirror? It won't fix, at all."

Ginny shot Harry and annoyed look. "Don't be silly. It only broke last night; I don't know when, though. I came back to my room, when you carried my trunk down for me, and it was just- well -broken." She said, taking the mirror and looking into it. Harry lowered his wand and used his free hand to point over at the dresser with her wand on it.

"You can always take that mirror." Harry said, referring to the gold mirror propped up on the dresser, with what looked like several jewelry boxes, and make-up accessories surrounding it. Ginny nodded, but decided to take the broken mirror instead. Harry didn't ask why because he knew he would find out the reason sooner or later.

"Well, I gotta' meet Ron up in his room, see you at lunch." Harry excused himself, and quietly walked out of Ginny's room. He barely heard her say, " Yea, bye, Harry." In a dazed tone of voice as he walked up the steps to Ron's room. When he entered, Ron was already lying on the bed, arms crossed over his chest trying to hold in his patience, which was quickly escaping. Harry got the feeling that if he was gone any longer, Ron would have tracked him down and pulled him by the collar of his shirt up to his room. Luckily, Harry was just in time.

Ron sat up so quickly, his hair ruffled in with the movement. He shot Harry an appreciative look, and then said, "Thirteen more to go!" Harry nodded, and then a sudden thought struck him. "Ron. How come you have to have them all finished by noon?" Harry thought it odd that Ron had to get everything done, and then still have a half-day left.

Ron shrugged, " I dunno' I don't ever question Mother, when she's all fumed like this." That was a good enough answer for Harry, so he hopped up and trotted down the stairs after Ron. "Now what?" Harry asked, catching up with his best friend.

"Oh, nothing too bad. Just to clean Ginny's, the twins', mom and dad's and my room, not to mention Percy's old one, and the kitchen. Then a number of odd little things such as cleaning the bathroom, fixing a thing or two, and putting a charm on all of the gnomes to make them do all of this for me." Ron laughed, despite the fact that students couldn't use magic out of school.

"Ron! What a great idea, only one thing; we can't use magic out of school." Harry warned Ron sarcastically. Ron replied in an irritated voice, " Of course! I knew that! We can't use magic out of school. Bill can!" Harry knew where this was going to lead, but he laughed anyway.

"Sure, Ron. Where is Bill, anyway?" Harry asked, glancing behind his shoulder. They were now outside, heading across the lawn to a bunch of gathered trees. "Over here. It's where he always goes." Ron replied, quickening his pace. "Won't your mom and dad notice that gnomes are running around doing your chores?" Harry asked, matching Ron's pace.

Ron shook his head, " Nah, mom's down helping at the Leaky Cauldron, and dad's at work, we can get away with it." Harry smiled, and laughed as they entered the group of trees. The dirt under their feet was scattered with tufts of new green grass, and held the rich smell of nature. The standing timber smelled like fresh fruit and clung to each other like a binding spell was holding them all together.

As they made it through the tall grass and trees, Harry felt that this place looked oddly familiar. A creek hugged against the trees and the bushes full of berries and odd types of fruit. Then Harry recognized it; the place from his dream. He silently vowed never to step another foot in there after that day. Dreams, as he had learned, had a tendency to tie in with what really happened in the physical world. His Divination professor had mentioned once briefly that some dreams could tell the future, or something like it. Harry had heard her mutter that things can be avoided; he intended to avoid this.

Ron caught Harry's attention again as he addressed Bill, who was lying under an apple tree, munching merrily on an apple, and enjoying the cool breeze and the shade. "Hey Bill, can you enchant some of the gnomes in the garden to do my chores?" Ron asked, crossing his fingers behind his back. Harry smiled, and awaited Bill's reply.

Bill lowered his apple, and examined it; he had eaten half of it. "You remember what happened last time, don't you?" Ron hung his head and nodded yes. "Well, then I guess that settles that." Bill went back to eating the apple, and Ron gave him a cold look. Harry gaped at Bill; he was so sure that Bill would say yes.

"Alright, do it your way, Bill. If you don't wanna' be cooler than Charlie, then I guess that's your choice to make. But I always thought that it was your duty to be the coolest one around." Ron said smoothly; Harry saw a flicker of a smile on Ron's face. Bill examined the two of them with piercing eyes. Then his face softened, and he replied, "Let's go get those gnomes!"

Ron punched the air in front of him with joy, and laughed. Harry smiled broadly, still half-pondering on Ginny's mirror. Why wouldn't it fix? He asked himself, but he was never able to come up with a logical answer. Harry dropped the subject, but it continuously nagged him on the way down to the Weasley's garden.

Bill and Ron were deep in conversation about Charlie and his career of dragons. Harry walked behind them, and looked around, enjoying the view. The lush mini-forest ended, and they were now in he Weasley's yard. Harry sighed and heard a few sentences of their conversation.

"Who would want to do that as a career?" Ron asked. Bill rubbed his chin, " I don't really know, maybe something that happened at Hogwarts while he was there got him interested." Harry tuned out their chatter, and focused on the Burrow. He could see Ron's tiny window, and Ginny's, and the twin's bedroom windows. Harry found himself wanting to know what Ginny was doing at the moment.

A scene in his head came, and took over his sight. Ginny, in the kitchen, singing a lovely tune. She was sweeping the floor, but there was something wrong with it. It was the table. Instead of being small, tidy, and swamped with chairs, it was big, and round with only three chairs. It had a smoldering cauldron on it's top, and there was what looked like a door underneath the table. But that wasn't the only thing wrong; Ginny didn't notice that Harry was watching her. Maybe it was something that Ginny was thinking, but he couldn't tell. There was only one way to find out.

Harry shook the thought away, and looked up ahead of him where Bill and Ron were. "Ron! Bill! You go on ahead without me! I-I need to go get a drink of water! I'll come back out when I notice zombie gnomes stomping around doing your chores, okay?" Harry called up to them. Bill glanced back at Harry, and flashed him a smile, while Ron yelled back to him, "Sure, Harry! I'll see you at lunch, then!" Harry nodded, and turned to run into the back door.

Harry bulldozed the door open, and stumbled into the tiny kitchen. It was just as it had looked before, same old small table overflowing with chairs, and it was just as tidy and neat as could be. Then Harry saw it. Ginny had wanted to show Harry it; she had wanted him to know only. Beneath the table was a little trap door. It had an unlocked padlock on the old rusted brass handle, and beside it lay a messed rug. The little rug that Harry had never noticed, covered up the door. Now, the hatch lay uncovered, and Harry knew what to do.

He checked to see if there was no one near, and when he saw that the house was deserted, Harry silently climbed under the table. He opened the hatch with a fierce tug, and it snapped open. Harry climbed in, and then pulled the rug back over the door as he closed it over him.

Harry turned around into pitch dark. He could feel walls beside him, and they felt oddly damp. Harry waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they never did, he whipped out his wand and whispered, " Lumos!" Light blossomed from the tip of his wand and pierced the gloomy atmosphere.

He slowly trailed the light over the walls. Stone, damp stone, only it wasn't gray or even black; it was green. Green, Harry knew, was Ginny's favorite color, the color of Slytherin, and even the color of his own eyes. That was all he could see, green stone, even the ground he walked on was green, only it was splattered with bits of nature. Flowers of every color, green tufts of grass, and even little blue, green, and yellow butterflies that fluttered close to the ground around Harry's feet.

Harry took a slow step forward and found the same thing. He held his wand steadily in front of him, and took several steps forward and around the next bend. He was now facing a steel door engraved with two handprints and several tiny circles. Beside the door was a panel that had many buttons on it, each being a single symbol such as a raindrop, or a sun. Two buttons were pushed in; a button bearing the tree symbol and another bearing three slanted straight lines in a row. Harry decided to leave the panel alone, and turned to the door. The handprints looked big enough for any human's hands. Harry stuck his wand into his pocket, the end still lit sticking up and steadily lighting a spot on the green stone ceiling, and cautiously placed his left hand into the correct place. The handprint was several centimeters larger than Harry's scrawny, bony hands. Harry brought his other hand up to the other handprint, and let both his hands rest upon the door.

"Do I need to say something?" Harry whispered to himself. He looked over at the opposite wall of the panel, and saw nothing but an engraving of a lion surrounded by a circle. Harry shook his head, sighing. He still left his hands on the door though. The only thing that the lion reminded Harry of was a cat with big teeth and claws, and the Gryffindor lion.

"Gryffindor." Harry said doubtfully. The door didn't budge, nor do anything for that matter. "Lion." he tried, sighing again and he let his hands slide down.

"Just say Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus, Harry." Said a voice. Harry whirled around and saw no one, then he remembered Ginny. She had been watching him. "Sure, Ginny. Who made that up?" Harry asked as he placed his hands back into the handprints. "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus." He whispered. The door swung open as he heard Ginny's reply.

"It's the Hogwarts motto, it's on the Hogwarts seal. You've never heard it?" Harry smiled, and nodded. "Oh, I've heard of it, alright. Where are you anyhow?" Harry was standing in the doorway to the oddest thing he had ever seen, but it didn't surprise him.

Trees, simmering in the water-like sunlight coming from nowhere. A light breeze came through the trees, ruffling Harry's hair slightly, and tousling the green tufts of fresh new grass. That was all that was before him; trees and wind, only the wind was extremely featherweight. Harry emerged from the doorway into the light. He didn't feel any warmth, but he could sure feel the light and comforting breeze that continuously whisked over him. It looked almost, well, fake, to be exact. It looked too alive and cheerful to be real.

"What is this?" Harry asked, "And where are you, Ginny?" Harry took a few steps and then had the sudden urge to sit down; not of his own free will. He sat down, feeling the hardness of the ground under him. He did not like the feeling he had at that moment; it was like something was controlling his body, was somehow taking over his own thoughts. But in a way it was soothing, everything was wiped from Harry's mind and nothing but pure peace came.

Harry no longer held the thought to fight against whatever was pressuring him to sit. He just sat and let the wind wash over him, not remembering what he was doing or even where he was, but also not caring about anything; not even caring about the wind that was fiercely gaining speed and force.

Harry closed his eyes and fell back silently into a deep sleep. The only thing was that he wasn't tired at all, not even the slightest bit sleepy. Harry slept without dreams, without anything but the darkness of the underside of his eyelids.

As Harry slept, Ginny emerged from the nearby forest. She had lost mental communication with Harry, and she was highly worried. Rushing over to him, she gasped uncontrollably.

"This-this has never happened! You cannot possibly fall asleep in this place, which's how I created it! How- what?" Ginny stumbled over her own words helplessly. She was afraid to touch him, afraid of what might happen.

Ginny had created her own secret place last summer. She had gotten so bored with herself, that she studied how to create a lot of things. She had learned what Harry hadn't yet in Transfiguration. Changing nothing into something was extremely hard for Ginny, especially since she was dealing with semi-dark magic. Let's just say, it would be in the books in the restricted section of the library at Hogwarts.

Ginny pursed her lips tightly, thinking what she should do. Harry wasn't used to dark magic, well this type of dark magic, which creates a strong atmosphere of silence, that prevents the atmosphere of sleepiness, and keeps everyone from knowing that there is actually magic being done by a student, which was what Ginny was looking for on some days. She leaned close to his ear, and whispered into it, " Harry? Can you hear me? Show me if you can, give me a sign that you are alive. All I want is a sign, any sign, any sign at all!" Ginny was beginning to sound extremely desperate.

She wanted so badly to see what he was thinking, if he was thinking. Somehow, it was blocked; all mental communication with Harry right at the moment was blocked. She lightly reached for his hand, and gripped it slightly harder than she should have.

She strained her thoughts to settle on Harry, and what he was thinking. She was creating a strong headache, which interfered with her concentration. Ginny squeezed her eyes tight with stupendous effort, and thought harder than she could have ever imagined.

She saw Harry, as himself, looking like he always did. That was what she had done before, to communicate with Harry. She looked him over from head to toe, she examined every hair on his head. In her head, everything seemed so perfect. So perfect that when she looked at Harry's eyes, or the picture of his eyes as she remembered them, she saw a hint of compassion for her. In real life, that compassion was a great deal dimmer in Harry's eyes, but it was still there. And Ginny had noticed that the night she held his hand.

Finally she got through to him. Ginny heaved a sigh, and opened her eyes, to see nothing. She was seeing what Harry was thinking, or seeing. Blackness, darkness, nothing. Nothing at all. Is he dead? Ginny panicked, and she shifted her weight as she sat beside him. She brought her other hand up to his wrist, and looked for his pulse. She found it after searching panic-stricken. Thank goodness, Ginny thought, Harry's not dead, why would I think that?

Now Ginny had to worry about waking him. "Simulation off." Ginny said, looking around at the grass. Nothing happened. " I said, simulation off!" Ginny said more urgently. Nothing happened again, as it had before. "SIMULATION OFF, DANG YOU! SIMULATION OFF!" Ginny screamed, half-hoping it would wake Harry. This time something did happen.

The whole scenery flickered for a moment, and then vanished. The trees, the grass, and even the wind collapsed. Every thing was gone, and Harry and Ginny were now in a room with a green marble floor, and a crystal chandelier hung from a green stone ceiling. You could definitely tell what Ginny's favorite color was.

Ginny shook Harry a couple times, but he didn't even stir. "That's odd." Ginny whispered to herself, "Most of the simulation's affects wear off after it is over." Ginny sighed, and effortlessly pulled Harry's body up to sit beside her. His head lolled onto Ginny's shoulder, and she sighed.

Ginny had the greatest urge to sing a song, the song that her mother was singing earlier. So, without thought, she began to sing the familiar song that her mother used to sing to her as a lullaby. "Even when the skies are gray, I know you will always stay. Stay with me 'till the end. Around every corner, around every bend. Even when the rain comes pouring down, I know I will always hear the graceful sound, the sound of a thousand angels coming my way, the sound that will never go away. Even when you're not near, In my heart you'll always there. In my heart is where you'll stay, until the day, when…." Ginny's lovely voice faded away to a whisper and the song was no longer audible. When she reached the chorus again, another voice joined hers. Whether it was only in her head or not, Ginny loved every pitch of that voice.

"Even when the skies are gray, I know you will always stay. Stay with me 'till the end. Around every corner, around every bend." Ginny finished with the voice. But the voice continued, and Ginny listened intently; the voice was oddly extremely familiar.

"Oh, and even when those skies are gray, I know you will always stay. Forever with me, around every corner, and every single bend. I will be with you for eternity, 'till the end." The voice finished, and Ginny sighed, closing her eyes, and wishing for Harry to hear her. Then the same voice that had joined Ginny's singing said, "How completely wonderful, don't you think? My mother used to sing it to me, I suppose. I thought it sounded very familiar."

The voice was coming from Ginny's left shoulder. "Harry! Was that you singing?" Ginny exclaimed, she was beginning to think that Harry did hear her singing, and that he was so completely amazing and marvelous in his all. Ginny was so overjoyed and happy for herself, and Harry. She wanted to kiss him so badly, and yet, she couldn't possibly; she had a boyfriend, and that would be against her own rules. But if it was only a friendly kiss….

There was no answer, just the gentle feel of Harry's breath on Ginny's cheek and neck. Harry sat up and said amusingly, "Wow. You sing really great! Too bad Hogwarts doesn't have a choir. And plus, you have a very comfortable shoulder. That gives you a good parking spot in my book."

Ginny giggled and rolled her eyes at him. "Well, my shoulder is always open to you, Harry. Just let me know before you decide to take another nap on my shoulder." Harry nodded, and smiled. Ginny loved his smile, every bit of it. The way it reached to his eyes, and almost gave him a dimple. The way it showed the degree of happiness in him, and even the way his teeth peeked out.

Ginny smiled, matching Harry's grin. All the troubling thoughts that Ginny once held in her head were demolished, and she was filled with happiness and peace, much like Harry had been, which probably led him to sleeping. But, Harry still wasn't sure about the feeling that someone had been controlling him, and making him sit down and making him fall asleep. Thank God, Harry thought, Ginny saved me from possible eternal sleep. Harry knew that wouldn't happen, but he liked the thought.

"So, what is this place, and where did all the trees go?" Harry asked, sounding a little intrigued. Ginny swished the thought away like it was no big deal, even though she knew that it was.

"Oh, nothing. My secret place that I created last summer." Ginny said, waiting for what she knew would be the hardest question.

"How did you do this, Ginny? And what was that panel out of the door." Harry stood up, and offered Ginny a hand. She took it, and tried to stall the answer.

But, Ginny was saved because just then, a gnome raced past the two of them. "What! How'd that get in?" "They sense dark magic, you know, did you use any dark magic, Ginny?" Harry was now looking highly worried and wanting to know the truth. He wasn't going to take a lie. Ginny nodded quickly, as she raced after the gnome, and caught it in her arms. It was wiggling, and squirming like a baby that needs a diaper change.

"Ginny!" Harry said urgently, " Don't move a muscle." Ginny froze in her footsteps. "What is it, Harry? What is it?" "Oh, nothing. Just a boggart, you know how to deal with them? Answer quickly, it's advancing on you!" Ginny shook her head yes. "Of course I do!"

Ginny turned on her heal, and pictured Voldemort with a gray wig, and a sleek black dress with a top hat on and tails. Although, that wasn't what the boggart took the form of. The thing in front of Ginny was now a huge, black shaggy dog, with great big yellow eyes. Harry quickly and instantly thought that it was Sirius, his godfather who could change into a great shaggy black dog, also called an Animagus (a wizard/witch that can change into an animal).

But when Harry took a step toward the dog, it growled. Definitely not Sirius, Harry thought. " The grim!" Ginny squeaked, and she tumbled to the floor, looking as pale as she did in the Chamber of Secrets when Harry had found her. There, she watched Harry draw his wand, and then she fainted.

"The gnome's greatest fear is the grim?" Harry asked himself as he braced himself for casting a spell onto the boggart. He raised his wand, and yelled out to the quiet, "Riddikulus!" Harry whispered under his breath, "That's what she forgot to do." The boggart, which had already transformed into a dementor, was gliding toward him. Harry backed up a few steps then took for granted that the crunching, sick feeling of coldness wasn't descending on him; that feeling had made him faint several times before.

Harry imagined that the dementor had on a short, pink dress with sick green flowers on it; the same dress that Aunt Petunia used to wear. And he also imagined that the dementor had on knee socks, and a navy blue leather jacket. Harry burst out with laughter at the sight of it. The boggart shrunk back like the laughter was a great weight. Then, eventually it disappeared with a 'poof'.

Harry sighed, and quickly squatted down to Ginny, who lay completely unconscious. "Ginny?" Harry took her hand, and shook it lightly. She groaned, and opened one eye cautiously. "Is it gone, Harry?" Harry nodded, and grinned at her. "Now I am the one who's waking you up, only this time, we didn't sing." Ginny grinned back, and giggled. "I guess so, Harry. I guess so."