Harry Potter and The Prophecy Of Gryffindor

(A/N: Answers. He he he. Read and enjoy! ()
Chapter 3: Depend On Me

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "What was that?" he said.

" Ginny." Ron said grimly. "She's been screaming in her sleep ever since Mum and Dad told her about You-Know-Who." Harry pursed his lips and walked out of the door.

*** Sitting on a hill overlooking Ottery St. Catchpole, Harry was lost in thought until he heard a rustling of leaves behind him. He turned around and saw Ginny Weasley behind him.

"Hi." he said. "Ginny, are you OK?" "Y. y.. Harry, I'm scared. V- Voldemort, he was just a memory, and he c- controlled me. I could have killed someone, my parents, my brothers, even you." She paused for breath. "Mum says he's back: w- what happens if he comes to find me again? I-" "Ginny, stop." Harry said. "You can't go beating yourself up. None of this is your fault. It's all him. Voldemort. You've got to be strong." "How do you do it, Harry? All this has happened, your parents, Cedric, Voldemort, you're still strong." "It's all my fault. I told him to take the cup with me. He didn't have to die." "Harry, it's like you said to me. None of this is your fault. It's all him. Voldemort." "Thanks, Ginny. Listen, when we get back to Hogwarts I'll look into methods of protection. I'm going to be needing some for me anyway." Ginny smiled, and to Harry's surprise, hugged him. "We'd better be getting back in," he smiled. "Before they start sending out search parties."

And they walked together back to the Burrow.