Friday, July 1

Melody woke at 5 o'clock took a quick shower and changed into a pair of baggy cargo jeans, a white shirt and a plaid overshirt two sizes to large. She grabbed her suitcase, backpack and wallet and went down stairs were she wolfed down a bowl of CheeriO's. With five minuets to spare she ran all the way to Harry's house.

She reached 4 Private drive at three till. She set suitcase down and slipped her backpack off as well, then rung the door bell.

A man that was four times her size in weight opened the door. This must be the uncle, she thought.

"Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing her bags.

She put on the false smile she had practiced, she didn't like this guy already "Is Harry here?"

To her surprise (and amusement) his face began to turn red.

"There is no one named Harry here."

"Sir, I was here yesterday. I know he lives here. Besides, your face turned red when I mentioned him, that's a dead give away."

Needless to say he didn't much care for her comment and slammed the door in her face. But not before he bellowed Harry's name.

She stood there for a few minuets trying to figure out what she should do. Finally she just knocked on the door. This time Harry answered.

"Hey, sorry about Uncle Vernon." He said dragging a trunk out of the house along with Hedwig's cage. Melody picked up the opposite side of the trunk and helped him carry it down the two steps in front of the door.

"It's alright. Though for a second there I thought you might have moved, or left without me." She said jokingly.

Harry chuckled, "Vernon doesn't like to admit I exist, after next year he won't have too."

"Oh?" she asked.

"Hogwarts has seven years. This is my sixth year, next years my last. I'm hopping my godfather will have proven his innocence by then." He explained sitting down on his trunk.

"You have a godfather?" she asked curious.

"Yeah, his names Sirius Black. About fifteen years ago he was convicted for the murder of my parents. But he didn't." Harry explained.

"How did he get convicted for it then?"

"It's a long story." He said.

"Oh." she was extremely curious but didn't press it, it was his business not hers.

A loud roaring noise brought them out of their thoughts. They both looked towards the end of the street as a dark blue car came around the corner. It came to a screeching halt in front of the Dursley's house.

A tall red head jumped out of the car. "Hey Harry!" he called.

They stood up. "Hey Ron." Harry said.

Melody half expected the two to hug, she smiled, but didn't say anything.

Harry seemed to remember her about then, "Oh, Ron this is Melody Curran."

Ron looked at her and smiled, "Hi, Ron Weasly." he held out his hand.

"Hello." She said shaking his hand.

A man walked up to them, she presumed he was Mr.Weasly.

He smiled warmly at Melody, "Ms. Curran." He said giving her a polite nod.

"You two ready?"

"Yep." Harry said, Melody nodded.

Melody grabbed her backpack and suitcase, Harry and Ron grabbed the trunk and Mr.Weasly grabbed Hedwig.

They put the luggage in the trunk of the car. Hedwig went in the back seat with Harry and Ron. Melody sat up front with Mr.Weasly.

As they turned off Private drive Melody glanced out of the rearview mirror. She could just see her house. A heaviness seemed to lift off her heart. She didn't feel like she was leaving home, in fact she felt like she was going home.

"What's living with muggles for fifteen years been like." Mr. Weasly asked.

She glanced at him then down at her hands, "Just a few months." She mumbled

"Pardon?" he asked.

"I've been living with Peter and Patricia for only a few months." She said.

"Really? Where were you before then."

Melody stared out the window, she knew this part, and she hated it. "I don't know Sir."

The car got quiet.

"Don't know?" he asked.

"I have exactly seven months to my memory. From the time I woke up in the Curran's backyard until now."

"Interesting. You don't remember anything at all before that?" he asked.

"No Sir, only my name."

"I think you were a wizard." Harry spoke up.

"What do you mean?" Melody asked.

"Well for one, you have an exact picture of Hogwarts and Diagon Alley, also your bear, has Quidditch on it."

"Now, that's interesting." Mr.Weasly said.

Melody didn't say anything for the rest of the ride, she stared thoughtfully out the window. Maybe I'll find who I was…the familiar sinking feeling came back, but do I want to?

~*~

The Weasly house was a surprise to Melody. It was a cute house but it parts of it looked like it might topple over any minuet. The front yard had a large tree and Melody found herself examining it, trying to decide weather it was a good climbing tree or not. Flowers and bushes lined the house. She noticed pointy little heads pop out of the ground or bushes.

Two boys came out of the house followed by a girl somewhere around Melody's age. The boys had the same shocking red hair as Ron and the scatter of freckles and where for the most part identical.. The girl's hair was more tame, more a strawberry blonde, and a light scatter of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her cheeks turned a slight pink when she saw Harry, and she avoided him, instead she walked right up to Melody.

"Hi." She said, "I'm Ginny." She held out her hand.

"I'm Melody." She said shaking her hand.

She smiled sweetly, "Mum said you'd be staying. We made a cot up in my room for you." She grabbed Melody's suitcase and led Melody into the house, talking non-stop. Melody caught the word fun and shopping.

Aww Crimany, I've got a typical girl for a roommate, she thought.

Ginny led her inside and up a set of stairs. She opened a door, and Melody thought she might be sick, everything was pink and white.

"Here we are." Ginny said cheerily, setting Melody's suitcase down by the cot set up under a window. "You sleep here." She pointed to the cot. It looked comfortable. There were to pillows and a twin comforter with gray wolfs dancing on it. The stooped and looked at Melody then started playing around again. "Wizards sure have odd things." She said.

Ginny giggled, "We say the same about Muggels."

Melody walked over to the cot and slid her backpack off.Ginny looked at it curioulsy. "What's that?" She asked.

Melody looked down at her backpack then at Ginny confused, then she realized she didn't know what it was, "It's a backpack."

"Backpack? It has so many pockets."

She was right, there were two small ones then a medium, then a slightly larger one, then the main carrier.

Melody shrugged, "It carries what I need."

"What's in it?" Ginny asked sitting down on her bed which was at the head of Melody's.

"Um," Melody thought, "things I couldn't get into my suitcase. My drawings, paint, pastel and colored pencil sets." She rattled off.

Ginny looked incredibly interested, "Can I see?"

Melody hesitated, "Um...sure."

She unzipped the third pocket and pulled out her paint set leaving the bottles in the bag, and a packet of watercolor pencils. The fourth pocket she pulled out a large brown box of pastels.

Ginny looked at each, "Do you have any pictures that you've used those with?" she asked pointing to the pastels.

Melody thought about it, she didn't normally use the pastels. "Yeah actually."

She opened the last zipper and pulled out a file folder. She unbuckled the lock and looked through the files,

"Mmmm, here." She said pulling out a board like paper.

Ginny looked at it, her face went pale and she dropped the picture. Melody quickly grabbed, afraid it might smear.

"What?" she asked Ginny.

She was looking at the picture in horror.

Melody looked at the picture. It was creepy, it was ment to be, but she couldn't see why it made Ginny speechless with fear. It was a picture of a dark room, snakes were carved in the walls and on the columns that supported the roof. There was a giant face that looked ancient and monkeyish, with a long thing beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone roves, where two enormous gray feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor. In-between the feet, you could just make out a small black form and red hair. Standing above it protectively was a boy, his face shadowed.

"Y-you...tha-that. How'd you know?" she finally got out.

Melody looked at her confused. "Know what?"

Ginny looked just as confused, "You mean you don't know what that is?"

She looked at the drawing and shook her head, "No I made it during my free drawing times."

"Free drawing?" Ginny asked, just like Harry had.

" I let my hand take over, or my mind. In this case, I was drawing what I saw in my head, I didn't know what it was. Afterwards I used the pastels, it didn't look complete in just pencil."

"Melody, that's the Chamber of Secrets. The red, that's me in my 2nd year, and that boy I think that boy is Harry."

Melody looked at the picture in surprise, and her own face paled.

A knock came at the door then and Fred and George walked in. Noticing the how pale they were George asked, "What's wrong?"

Ginny looked at Melody and so did the boys.

Melody shook her head, "N-nothing." She quickly put the picture back in the folder.

They didn't buy it, "Something's wrong." Fred said,

"We want to know." George added.

Ginny's color changed, "It's non of your business, leave, I never said you could come into my room." She said angrily.

The boys left reluctantly they wanted to know what was up, but they also didn't want to face their sister's anger.

"Sorry, Gin." Melody said.

Ginny smiled, "Don't worry, actually I think it's kinda cool that you can draw things automatically. Kinda like psychic or somthin'."

Melody grinned. "Thanks for not bein' mad, and for getting rid of your brothers."

Ginny laughed, "Yeah well, they always stick their nose it others business then tell everyone. A secret's never a secret once told to a Weasly twin. Besides what are friends for?"

Melody smiled Maybe she wouldn't be too bad.

~*~

Ginny and Melody spent most of the afternoon talking up in Ginny's room. Ginny did most of the talking. They talked about Hogwarts, Harry, the wizarding world, Harry, the Weasly family, Harry, Diagon Alley, Harry, animals, and Harry.

When they were called down to dinner Melody couldn't help but think Gosh this girl knows everything about Harry.

Dinner was very loud, everyone was chatting. Ginny and Melody mainly conversed among themselves. Half way through eating Melody felt the familiar tickling feeling in the back of her mind. She squeezed her eyes closed and covered her mouth

"Melody?" Harry's voice came, "Are you alright."

She pulled the pen from behind her ear and took a napkin. Her hand moved by itself.

What are you talking about?

The diary, My diary. Little Ginny's been writing in it for months and months, telling me all her pitiful worries and woes-how her borhter teases her, how she had to come to school with secondhand roves and books, how she didn't think famous, good, great Harry Potter would ever like her…

It was very boring…

Melody heard Ginny's gasp of surprise and Harry's urgent demands to stop. But her hand kept writing.

…Ginny simply loved me.' No one's ever understood me like you , Tom…I'm so glad I've got his diary to confide in…. It's like having a friend I can carry around in my pocket…."

If I say it myself, Harry I've always been able to charm the people I needed. So Ginny…

The pen was slipped from Melody's hand and she felt herself falling, slowly the world closed in around her and was engulfed in an inky blackness.

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A/N: Hi me again! Remember use reviews to keep me happy and posting more chapters. J . Thanks for reading(and hopefully reviewing) and I'll see ya again, if I post a new chapter.