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CHAPTER THREE

A week had gone by since Ginny started her druid training. Every night she would sneak out of her bedroom window and stay in the forest for five days, witch equaled only approximately five hours of the night. After Alainez had taught her to ride a unicorn (witch was surprisingly easy), she had relented, and given in to the fact that maybe she did have special ancient powers. If she didn't, there was no harm in trying to tap into them and see. However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Cassia was bringing out something in Ginny, because she was actually starting to feel more powerful. Cassia was happy with the progress, and said that soon they would be able to work on her animal. Ginny was incredulous, she was actually going to be trained as an animagus! It was something she had always wanted to do, but knew she didn't have the skill involved; lately she wasn't so sure about that anymore. As she pondered her rising self-confidence, she slowly padded her way down the narrow staircase to the kitchen. Her mother greeted her warmly as she sat down beside Ron and yawned.

"You're up early, Ron. Usually you don't show your face before noon if you can help it." Ginny remarked while scooping up some pancakes and bacon onto her plate.

"Come on Gin! You of all people should know why I'm up early today. Have you lost your mind?" Ron was looking at her curiously.

Ginny had absolutely no idea what Ron was talking about, this was happening often at the burrow considering that Ginny was going through five extra days between her families one. So understandably, she would forget something she had planned on doing certain days. "Sorry Ron, you know I'm not a morning person, just tell me what's going on and be done with it."

"Harry will be here any minute, mum made me get up to greet him! I thought you would have marked this day down with a heart on your calendar or something." Ron gave Ginny an evil grin. He knew very well that she has been over Harry for about two years now. But being the insufferable git that he was he would probably never let her live it down.

"Please, Ron will you ever let that go?" Ginny said exasperatedly, Ron could be very annoying sometimes, and it really grated on her nerves in the mornings. "Hey," Ginny said as an afterthought, "I thought Harry wouldn't be coming until the end of the summer, it's still like…" Ginny took a moment to ponder the date, "the middle of July."

Ron scowled darkly, "Yeah, that was the original plan, but according to professor Dumbledore the Dursleys are starting to treat him rough and not feeding him, so they're bringing him here."

Ginny gasped, she knew that they always treated him badly, but it had to be bad if Dumbledore was moving him from one of the only places he was guaranteed safety from Voldermort As if reading her thoughts Ron nodded. "Apparently Dumbledore is going to come by and put some extra safety charms over the Burrow himself. He reckons he'll be safer here for the summer than with those nutters." Ron gave her a suspicious look; "I could have sworn you were there when dad told us about Harry. Don't you remember?"

Ginny quickly searched her memory, even if it was a week ago, it would seem like a month to her. And with all of the draining training she was concentrating on little else. Vaguely, she recalled the speech her dad gave when he came home from work a few days ago. "Yes, I do remember actually, I'm just tiered." To prove her point Ginny gave a large yawn. "Long night." Ginny added trying not to giggle at her own stupid joke.

Ron looked at her concerned, "Are you sure your alright Gin, you've been acting strange for a few days now." Leaning in closer, he whispered so Mrs. Weasley wouldn't overhear. "You know, kind of like your in your own world, distracted. Harry always gets like that when he has nightmares about You-Know-Who, you can tell me if that's the problem."

Ginny tried not to get annoyed at her brother; he was just concerned after all. "No Ron, don't worry, everything's fine", she answered trying to sound like she didn't know what he was talking about.

Ron sighed and nodded, "Sure Gin, but I'm always here if you need to talk to me."

Ginny smiled at him, hoping it didn't look as forced as it felt. In truth, Ron was never there to talk to her, only when he had no one else to talk to. It had been like that ever since he went off to Hogwarts and met Harry and Hermione. He had friends his own age now and didn't want to hang around his little sister. However he still managed to but into every detail of her life and act like he was the protective big brother. Five years of this had let a big pile of resentment grow inside Ginny that she was afraid might go off at any given time. Not that she didn't love her brother, she was just worried about the result such a bombshell would have on their already suffering relationship.

A loud screech that sounded like 'Harry' brought Ginny out of her wandering thoughts. Her mother was wrapping her arms around a soot-covered boy with messy black hair. "Oh you poor darling, look at you! You're thin as a broomstick! Curse those inconsiderate, cold hearted bastards!"

"MOM!" Ron shouted, getting up from his place at the table to greet his best friend. "You shouldn't use such language, your setting a bad example for your children."

Molly Weasley sniffed indignantly and pulled Harry over to the table as Ron slapped him on the back "Good to see ya mate!" He said before sitting back down in beside Ginny. Harry took a seat opposite them both.

"Hey Ron, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny!" Harry couldn't stop grinning, Ginny noticed, he must be really happy to get away from his aunt and uncle. Ginny felt a stab of pain for Harry; it must be awful to hate the only relatives you have. "Hi Harry welcome back." Ginny said politely. Harry turned and smiles warmly at her when he made eye contact Ginny almost fell off her chair in shock.

Ginny had just finished her sense training last night, when you were in the presence of another Druid every time you looked at them in the eye you can feel the power of them in your bones. It isn't painful, but it isn't pleasant either. Once you got used to it and expected it to happen, you don't even realize anymore. Harry on the other hand sent a cold wave through her body. Ginny jumped out of her chair, and paled, staring at Harry with a mixture of shock and fear. What did this mean? She searched her memory for all the different senses people could give off. If they had a small bit of druid power you could sense it vaguely, this was not uncommon for people who got on well with magical creatures. Harry's however was anything but subtle; it had hit her like a bucket of ice water. No, Cassia had definitely not warned her about that.

Noticing that everyone in the kitchen was staring at her curiously, Ginny quickly stated that she felt sick to her stomach and fled upstairs to her room.

When she reached her room, she lie down on her bed and took a few deep breathes. When she was calmed down a bit, she decided to practice her wandless magic. This was her favorite thing she had learned so far. It came in very convenient when she wanted something from across the room and was too lazy to get up and get it or pick up her wand. It also didn't leave the wand's signature that the ministry could trace with underage wizards. Unfortunately she could only practice it alone. If some one else saw how at ease she was with it, it would rouse suspicion. Ginny had about five different stuffed animals dancing in the air, when her door opened. She quickly dropped them to the ground, but it was too late. Harry was standing at her doorway looking shocked. "Were you levitating those without a wand?" He asked incredulously. Momentarily forgetting the purpose for his visit.

"Um," Ginny had always been a bad liar. "Please don't tell any one!" She burst out instead. She figured a long and complicated story she wouldn't be able to remember would only get her caught in a lie and make everyone suspicious. "I really don't want people to know, they'll get all suspicious, and worry."

"Why wouldn't you want people to know? That is amazing; some of the most powerful witches and wizards can barely manage to levitate a feather without a wand."

Damn, damn, damn, thought Ginny. What can she possible say that would convince him? The truth certainly wouldn't work. "Please Harry," She begged, putting on her best 'I'm-such-a-cute-innocent-girl-look' that always works on her brothers. However this look died as soon as she gazed into his emerald eyes. The cold rushed through her again and she slapped a hand to her mouth stifling a cry of alarm. Harry noticed this, and was immediately reminded why he came to talk to her. Telling Ron he was going to change his soot covered clothes.

"Ginny, what's the matter?" Harry asked curiously, he didn't like the way she was looking at him and the way her face had suddenly gone paper white just like downstairs earlier. "Your looking at me like I'm a death eater, now come on, tell me what's going on."

Ginny didn't know how to answer that, in truth she didn't know what exactly was the matter, that was part of the problem. The feeling she got was clearer than before at the table, because she had held his gaze for longer this time. It felt like pure raw, untamed power, just waiting to be released.

Then it hit her.

Harry was the other one in the prophecy! Cassia had mentioned briefly that she could sense Ginny's power waiting to be tamed. This must be what she meant. "Oh my god!" Ginny exclaimed.

Harry shut the door behind him and asked again. "Ginny come on what's going on? I have to get back down stairs before Ron gets suspicious." Harry had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't very good friends with Ginny. He had never even really had a conversation with her before, but when she had paled earlier and looked at him like he was the spawn of evil, it bothered him quite a bit. He decided he would have to get to the bottom of it as soon as possible, convincing himself that it had nothing to do with catching her alone in her bedroom.

"Harry…" Ginny began, how on earth was she supposed to bring this up? "Well you see, there is this prophecy, and, it's about two people who can stop Voldermort or something-"

"How do you know about that prophecy?" Harry cut her off quickly. If she was talking about the prophecy that he thought she was, it couldn't be good. Dumbledore had told him about it last year at the end of his sixth year. It was the reason that Voldermort had tried to kill him all those years ago. Apparently, his father's side of the family had Druid powers, and they had been handed down to him as well. This was of course kept quiet, but, Harry suspected, Wormtail probably let the information leak. Working out the fact that Harry had Druid powers, and that he was born around the time one of the two would be born, Voldermort didn't have to be a genius to figure out that he was part of the prophecy.

Ginny looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know about the prophecy?" She retorted, narrowing her eyes.

Harry sighed, thinking that there were millions of prophecy's he decided to be certain that they were talking about the same one, "Do you mean the one where it says stuff about the daughter of the Druids and all that, and the two who can stop the dark from taking over?"

Ginny was both shocked that he already knew, and relieved that she didn't have to explain it. "Yup! That's the one alright, how did you already know about it?" Could it be possible that he had also ran into a village of Druids? Somehow the possibility seemed remote.

"First I want to know how you know about it, and why you're mentioning it to me?" Harry was thoroughly confused. He hadn't even told Ron and Hermione about this yet. It was a secret between Dumbledore and himself; there was no way Dumbledore would have told Ginny.

"I found about it from Cassia, you wouldn't know her. If you already know about it, than you probably already know that your one of the people in it right?" Ginny decided just to be blunt, if he didn't know than she would explain further.

Harry felt a sense of foreboding at her calmly spoken words. "No one is supposed to know about that!" Harry hissed, quickly checking out into the hall to make sure no one was around to hear. "I don't know how you found out but I hope you didn't tell any one, and I mean no one!"

Ginny cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Shut up will you? No one knows but me, and don't worry about the person that told me, she's a Druid. I'm the other person in the prophecy." Ginny smiled at his shocked expression, it was rather cute, she mused.

"W-what? Y-you? But how? A Druid, that's impossible!" Harry went on like this for a while and Ginny sat patiently watching him. She remembered her first shock, so she completely understood his inability to take in the situation. She was after all, the last person you would expect to be involved in something like this.

When Harry finally ran out of things to say, she was about to explain further, when Ron's voice bellowed up the stairs. "HARRY? WHAT THE DEVIL IS TAKING YOU SO BLOODY LONG?"

Ginny sighed; this really wasn't the right time for this conversation anyway. "Meet me here after Ron falls asleep-" She began to say. However Harry quickly interrupted her "No need, your mom put me up in Percy's old room because he moved out."

"Oh! Good, that work's out great then, it's just across the hall…alright sneak into my room at 11:30 or if people aren't in bed yet, whenever you think it's safe so no one see's you. Bring your cloak, and your broom. I'll explain everything then. My family knows nothing of this, so don't mention anything. Okay?"

"Alright." Said Harry firmly, trying not to show how uncomfortable he was about sneaking into her room late at night. What would some one think if they caught him? He started to ask why he needed his broomstick but Ron started yelling again so he smiled at Ginny before leaving her alone in her bedroom, thoughts of what had just happened swimming through his head.

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Next chapter isn't to long in the making, probably a day at most. Please review coz if you don't I won't think any one is reading this and I won't be motivated to continue. All you writers know how it is...and I hate reading a story that never gets finished.

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