Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine they belong to Jk Rowling and Warner Bros and blah blah blah

A/N: I hope ya like it! It had to be a cliffhanger (heehee) next chap will be up soon yay! Please please review.



He was flying through the air on his Firebolt and he saw it, the snitch he zoomed toward it as the crowd roared "Harry! Harry!"

"Harry?"

"Harry?"

Harry woke up to see a very pretty and very blurry girl standing over him. He reached for his glasses and saw-

"Ginny?"

Harry had gotten to the burrow very late last night and he had only spoken to Ron and Mr. Weasley. Wow thought Harry Ginny looks really pretty and -

But his thoughts were cut off by Ron " Harry get down here or we'll be late!"

Ginny slipped out the door, as Harry got dressed. As Harry walked down the stairs he saw Ron, Mr.+ Mrs. Weasly, Fred, George, and...Ginny sitting around the table. Ginny really changed over the summer, thought Harry.

Soon he felt like he was at his second home (Hogwarts being the first) For the next fifteen minutes he explained to Mr. Weasly how a cell phone worked. (Fascinating! So do they use elemectricity?)

" So, were all gonna go to Diagon Alley to get our school stuff?" said Ron through his toast.

" Right!" said Ms.Weasly brightly " Is everyone ready?"

Fred and George took some floo powder and stepped in front of the flames "Diagon Alley!" they yelled in unison. And they disappeared into the fire.

"Harry why don't you and Ginny go together?" said Mrs. Weasley innocently.

"K" Harry took some floo powder and looked over at Ginny, he blushed and took his glasses off and put them into his pocket (last time they had broken) Harry tried to say 'Diagon Alley!' but he inhaled smoke and it came out more like "di-cough cough agon All-all (achoo) alley!" They swirled through colors and Harry could makeout the blurry shapes of fireplaces whizzing by. He felt very sick and was wondering when it would stop. Then they fell with a bump onto the floor of an old house. Harry looked around and then realized he couldn't see since he wasn't wearing his glasses and sheepishly put them on. He saw that the fire had gone out and the house looked deserted like no one had been. there for years.

Ginny spoke first " Were are we Harry?"

" No clue Gin"

Harry began to get a little scared where the heck were they??

" Harry?" said Ginny who was looking very nervous. " They don't have any floo powder, at least not here, how are we going to get back?"

That was a very good question thought Harry " Lets go outside and maybe we can find out where we are"

So they found the front door and stepped out side, Harry looked around and took a sharp breath as his stomach dropped 5 feet; Ginny followed his gaze to see an old graveyard with a sign GRAVEYARD OF LITTLE HANGLETON.

"What's wrong Harry?" said Ginny looking at his pale face.

" Uh nothing Gin" lied Harry, this was definitely not good, but he didn't want Ginny to be as scared as he was.

So for the next 15 minutes as they walked down towards the village Harry and Ginny had the longest conversation that they'd ever had. (Ya know more than 3 sentences) Harry thought it was good to keep his mind off were they were. All of the sudden it began to thunder, and Ginny's face went white.

"What's up Ginny?" asked Harry

" Well I kinda am-" but the next words came out as a jumble

"Sorry but I didn't hear what you said"

" Well thunderstorms kinda frighten me, well actually I'm petrified of them" said Ginny quietly her pale face turning red.

"Alright well lets just go into that house," Harry said pointing to another deserted house nearby. It looked vaguely familiar but Harry couldn't place it. It began to pour as they ran into the house, Ginny tripped in the mud and Harry (the gentleman) helped her up. Harry couldn't help thinking how he had ever not noticed Ginny in that way before. So they entered the house- sopping wet, as they stepped in Harry had a déjà vu about being in that house, but when had he been in this house? Harry and Ginny sat inside the house looking out at the sky outside.

" So we'll wait until the storm blows by and we'll get to the village and ask the muggles to use the telephone, remember I told you about the telephone? Said Harry sounding much braver than he felt.

" Alright Harry but who will we uh.call?"

Shit thought Harry he hadn't thought the plan through that far, the Durslsey's would never get him and he didn't know any wizards who used a telephone.

" Ginny do you know if your house has a phone number?"

" I would if I knew what that was," said Ginny, her big brown eyes looking at Harry with worry.

Lightning forked across the sky and Harry realized, they would be here for a while.

"Let's find something to eat, k?"

So they found the kitchen, and Harry rummaged through the cabinets while Ginny was examining the kitchen appliances with great curiosity. Harry stole a glance at her while he pretended to look at 50-year-old crackers; even with her hair-soaking wet she looked -hot. Harry resisted the urge to kiss her and said " I have found soup" while holding up a dented and dusty can of some kind of chicken soup. He then found a pot and turned on the stove with a flourish. " Now Ginny just sit back and watch as I, Harry Potter will make soup," She giggled as he went about making the soup. " And finally, we pour the soup into the fine china" he was holding to old chipped mugs that looked like they had seen better days "and voila soup"

"This is delicious," said Ginny laughing.

"Really?"

"Honestly, no it's the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten"

Harry took a bite and it truly was disgusting.

They started cracking up and then Harry looked at Ginny and kissed her as the lightning forked across the sky.

At Diagon Alley there was the Weasley family looking extremely worried.



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