Chapter #3#

The magical alram clock next to ron's bed gave a shrill and began to ding off some funny tune. He groggilly opened his eyes and saw the hand was on "time to wake up" he didnt have much more time unitl it was "time to leave" so he darted out of bed, his stomach churning with anticipation of meeting with Harry and Hermione the afternoon.

Poor Hermione was in Surrey having her ear chewed off by relatives and lord knows Harry was probably somehwere being cursed out by the muggles, or sulking.

Ron wasn't just forgetting about the fact that an innocent had been taken just moths before or the fact that you-know-who was back, he wasn't nearly as carefree, he felt, as he was only 4 months.

he needed his friends. they were stronger together than they were apart, and if they were gonna live to graduated, he needed them soon.

He pulled a shirt over his wifebeater and pulled a pair of jeans up his legs. He groaned as he looked at the heavy suitcase sitting in the corner of his room. he looked around his room at the Chuddly cannons posters and waved good bye, before pickling up his trunk and heaving it out of the door.

He struggled down the stairs and had to stop in between landings to catch his breath. He looked down and saw ginny tugging at her trunk and watched as she lost her balance and tumbled down the remaining stairs. ron quickly forgot about his own trunk and slid down the banister to aid her.

"Ginny!"

her head lulled to the side and her eyes slid in and out of focus.

"ouch ron, my head hurts"

she muttered vaugly. Rons mind spiraled.. he knew he couldn't let her go to sleep.. He picked her up and lugged her into the family room and sat her up on the couch. Ignoring the fact that he wasn't suposed to be using magic over the holidays he took his wand from his pocket.

"where's hermione when you need her?.. what the hell was the spell for ice?"

"*agua icius*" said a voice behind him

Ron looked be hinf him and saw Fred and george.

"Guys come here! ginny feel down the stairs and hurt herslef!"

Fred ran over "What're you standing here for? she'll have a ruddy concussion by the time you do anything!, George go get mum or dad!"

Ron conjured up a bag of ice and placed on his sister's red hair. her eyes fluttered.

A russled mrs weasly rushed into the room.
"Move ron!"

She wipped out her wand
"*Atecionis!*"

Ginny's eyes opened. "Where am i?"

Ron cocked his head to the side. "Mum, what did you do?"

george took the ice off of ginny's head. "She put an alert spell on her until she comes on.. wow that's gotta hurt, she has a nice sized hickey there!"

Mr. Weasly sprinted into the room.
"Ginny! how are you feeling"

"A bit dizzy.. but i'm fine.. it was weird though.. i felt like something was watching me brefore i fell " she muttered.

"Maybe it was me...I did see you at the top of the stairs..."

ginny shook her head. "this was different.. weird...."

Everyone in the room glanced at one another. finally Mrs weasly spoke up.

"ginny, honey, perhaps you ought to lie down and relax, you must have banged youre head pretty hard.. we'll come get you beofre we leave ok?"

"sure" The small red head agreed. Her family filed out of the room and continued dragging there stuff down and piling it into the car.
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*13 minutes earlier*
Harry got up from the breakfast table and collected the dishes on his way to put in the sink. He filled it with Soapy water and began scrubing them. His aunt, uncle and cousin had been reguarding him oddly... well in a good way actually. They in no way actually made any attempt to like him but he had kept his distance, stayed to himself and did his chores and they found nothing to complain about. He had way more important things on his mind than there little immature muggleness. In the beging of the summer Uncle Vernon had just thought that he was doing this because he wanted something, saying that "the boy's not getting a ruddy thing from ME, petunia! not after what his lot did to our house and dudely last time!"

So after 6 weeks of suspcion he figure that Harry didn't want anything, but still chose to ignore him and treat him like a house elf.

Harry had not bothered to tell them that he was leaving two weeks ahead of time. If anything they'd be happy to get rid of him for another ten months..

Harry went up stairs and put his packed bags out side of his door. From his room he heard the creaking of a chair as Dudley stood up. He shook his head and began to heave his trunk down the stairs
suddenly his scar seemed to split open again and a searing pain consumed him. He felt his body tumbling as if he were hitting rocks and for an instant- just an instance he made out the outline of ginny weasly's red hair, before his eyes opened to see an amazingly HUGE dudley goggling at him.

He hastily pushed himself off the floor and pulled his trunk out the front door before Dudley could ask any questions.

Dudley was probably off tattling somewhere. But knowing him, he proabably got distacted by some food laying around.

He sat on the brick wall, shaking a bit from the fall he had jsut taking, and also the image of ginny he had seen. What did it all mean? Harry sighed and checked his watch. hermione should be here....

and right on time, as a honk from a car sounded. Harry Picked up his trunk,cordially greeted her parents and put his luggage in the open trunk and hopped in next to hermione.

He smiled at her and gave her a half of hug. Her heart fluttered as her face was pressed into the side of his head.. freshly shampooed by the smell of it.. but she also notcied he was shaking slightly.

"Harry are you alright?"

He drew back and noticed the slow healing scar on the side of her face...he statrted, rmembering the vison he had had only three days ago..it had to be relavant it seemed. He wanted to ask what happened, but changed his mind for some reason. Hermione watched him quizcally and repeated the question.

Was he ok? He wasn't even sure... he wondered. If what he seen about hermione was true he wondered what the whole thing with ginny was about. He'd have to Write Sirius about this when he got to the burrow.

"Hermione, i need to talk to you later.. i've to figure this out.. weird things keep happening to me--"

She put her fingers up to her lips to silence him as her parents glanced back casually and made attampts at conversation.

"later" she mouthed.