This is a H/G story with some R/H maybe if the author can write it in.
Disclaimer; If I owned Harry Potter would I be writing in here?
Chapter Two – Letter from the Weasleys.
A huge wave of tiredness swept over Ginny and she could hardly keep her eyes open. She scooted along the sofa and rested her head on Harry's shoulder. It took him completely by surprise, he was so shocked that he didn't do anything. Ginny was far too tired to be embarrassed and within 30 seconds had fallen asleep. After a couple of hours Harry's arm had fallen asleep and he was no longer comfortable. Harry gently pushed Ginny up and laid her down on the sofa, her head on one of the cushions. He stood up and stretched his legs and went up the stairs to get changed and find some blankets. He'd only been up stairs for a minute or so when a scream pierced the silence of the empty house. Harry grabbed the blankets and ran down the stairs, falling down the last few and landing in a heap at the bottom. He jumped up and half ran half limped to the lounge where Ginny was sitting bolt upright. He noticed that her eyes were still half closed. Whispering gently he persuaded her to lie down and covered her with a blanket. He himself took the other blanket and curled up in the armchair next to Ginny, he planned to watch her to make sure she didn't have anymore nightmares but he fell asleep too.
Harry rode a bird across the night sky, at first he thought the bird was an owl but as a sweet song filled the air he realised it was a phoenix. A small village passed under him, suddenly a green light shot passed Harry and the dark mark shone brightly in the sky next to him. The phoenix changed direction quickly and Harry lost his balance, as he fell through the sky he felt nothing. The sweet phoenix song was replaced by a cold high laugh and an image of Cedric's cold, dead eyes stared at him as the ground loomed closer. He woke with a start breathing heavily. He looked across and saw Ginny had also woken up, he crossed over to her and asked her what the matter was.
"I had a dream, I was riding a unicorn across a field next to a village. There were screams coming out of the village and the dark mark shot into the sky. Pictures of peoples faces kept flashing in front of me, and they were all screaming; they wouldn't stop" she whispered
"Ginny my dream was like that, only I was riding a phoenix and the dark mark shot past me. I couldn't hear screams but I heard Voldemort's evil laugh and I saw Cedric. Cedric after he'd been killed." They both sat there staring and then Harry said,
"Ginny, do you ever have dreams that predict things?"
"No, not usually. You?"
"Sometimes" Harry persuaded Ginny to lie down but she wouldn't let him go back to his armchair. He half lay half sat next to Ginny who was shaking like a leaf. He wasn't very good at this kind of thing. The only girl he really knew was Hermione and he usually left Ron to stop her from crying. Come to think of it, it was usually Ron who made her cry; those two had a very interesting friendship. Harry knew they'd both like more but they didn't seem to be able to admit it too themselves yet. After a few minutes Ginny lay still and was once again asleep. Harry looked down at her and wondered how he'd missed her growing up. He thought about it, Ginny has always been there. All through his years at Hogwarts Ginny was always in the back ground. He could recall her face as he completed the first task of the Tri-wizard tournament last year; shining and happy, mingled in with the other blurred faces in the crowd. How had he missed her? She was no longer the clumsy, blushing child she used to be but a grown woman, and an attractive one at that. He looked down at her and looked at the hair which fell around her face. It wasn't the orange colour of Ron's hair but it was auburn and many different colours; red, gold to name just two. The cut on her cheek had begun to bleed again where she had scratched it, Harry reached his hand down and whipped it away. He with drew his hand quickly when a tingle ran up his arm. He'd never felt that when Hermione had touched him, not even when she had kissed him goodbye at the end of his forth year. That kiss had been on the cheek and meant nothing, as he had explained to Ron in three separate letters already this summer. Harry closed his eyes and decided to think about this in the morning.
He woke up at about 10:00 with the light shining through the, now open, window. He looked down to where Ginny had been lying the night before and gasped as he realised that she was missing but then he heard the familiar sound of the toaster pooping up toast and the inviting smell of bacon. Harry went upstairs and got changed and brushed through his hair with a comb. Studying his appearance he briefly wondered why he bothered, it never made any difference; his hair was as unruly as ever. Walking into the green kitchen he saw Ginny dressed in a denim skirt with a white shirt, Hedwig sat on the table and a Hogwarts chest stood by the door.
"Hey Harry. How do you like your bacon?"
"Um, Gin sit down let me do it."
"No you sit down, on second thoughts make me a cup of tea."
"No, you make the tea, I'll do the bacon."
"Harry James Potter do as I say!" Harry was shocked he had never heard anyone use his middle name before.
"Gin, did you read my mind?"
"No" she answered honestly,
"How did you know my middle name then?"
"I don't know, lucky guess I suppose." her voice was uncertain, she brought the bacon over and sat down opposite Harry.
"Shall I be 'mother'?" he asked.
"If you like?"
"What's your middle name then?" he asked her whilst he poured the tea. Ginny squirmed,
"I don't want to say"
"You know mine"
"Huh! Guilt me into it, why don't you. Lily, it's Lily"
"Ginny Lily Weasley" Harry said thoughtfully
"Virginia Lily Weasley" Ginny corrected him,
"Virginia?"
"Yeah, did you think my real name was Ginny?"
"Well, yeah. I mean that's what everyone calls you, so I assumed that was your name"
Harry saw the piece of parchment which he guessed was the letter that came with the trunk.
"May I?" he asked, Ginny nodded in agreement.
Dear Ginny and Harry,
Ginny what's wrong, please tell us. Come home soon sweetie, we all miss you very much. Stay at Harry's for the summer and have a break. Ron wants to add a bit...
Harry are you sure you didn't know about this? Why is Ginny with you, Harry I'm going to trust you, don't let me down.
Ignore him Harry. Professor Dumbledore is coming down today, he wants to suggest something to us. I think it might concern you but I'm not sure. Take care of Ginny for us.
Love the Weasley family.
Disclaimer; If I owned Harry Potter would I be writing in here?
Chapter Two – Letter from the Weasleys.
A huge wave of tiredness swept over Ginny and she could hardly keep her eyes open. She scooted along the sofa and rested her head on Harry's shoulder. It took him completely by surprise, he was so shocked that he didn't do anything. Ginny was far too tired to be embarrassed and within 30 seconds had fallen asleep. After a couple of hours Harry's arm had fallen asleep and he was no longer comfortable. Harry gently pushed Ginny up and laid her down on the sofa, her head on one of the cushions. He stood up and stretched his legs and went up the stairs to get changed and find some blankets. He'd only been up stairs for a minute or so when a scream pierced the silence of the empty house. Harry grabbed the blankets and ran down the stairs, falling down the last few and landing in a heap at the bottom. He jumped up and half ran half limped to the lounge where Ginny was sitting bolt upright. He noticed that her eyes were still half closed. Whispering gently he persuaded her to lie down and covered her with a blanket. He himself took the other blanket and curled up in the armchair next to Ginny, he planned to watch her to make sure she didn't have anymore nightmares but he fell asleep too.
Harry rode a bird across the night sky, at first he thought the bird was an owl but as a sweet song filled the air he realised it was a phoenix. A small village passed under him, suddenly a green light shot passed Harry and the dark mark shone brightly in the sky next to him. The phoenix changed direction quickly and Harry lost his balance, as he fell through the sky he felt nothing. The sweet phoenix song was replaced by a cold high laugh and an image of Cedric's cold, dead eyes stared at him as the ground loomed closer. He woke with a start breathing heavily. He looked across and saw Ginny had also woken up, he crossed over to her and asked her what the matter was.
"I had a dream, I was riding a unicorn across a field next to a village. There were screams coming out of the village and the dark mark shot into the sky. Pictures of peoples faces kept flashing in front of me, and they were all screaming; they wouldn't stop" she whispered
"Ginny my dream was like that, only I was riding a phoenix and the dark mark shot past me. I couldn't hear screams but I heard Voldemort's evil laugh and I saw Cedric. Cedric after he'd been killed." They both sat there staring and then Harry said,
"Ginny, do you ever have dreams that predict things?"
"No, not usually. You?"
"Sometimes" Harry persuaded Ginny to lie down but she wouldn't let him go back to his armchair. He half lay half sat next to Ginny who was shaking like a leaf. He wasn't very good at this kind of thing. The only girl he really knew was Hermione and he usually left Ron to stop her from crying. Come to think of it, it was usually Ron who made her cry; those two had a very interesting friendship. Harry knew they'd both like more but they didn't seem to be able to admit it too themselves yet. After a few minutes Ginny lay still and was once again asleep. Harry looked down at her and wondered how he'd missed her growing up. He thought about it, Ginny has always been there. All through his years at Hogwarts Ginny was always in the back ground. He could recall her face as he completed the first task of the Tri-wizard tournament last year; shining and happy, mingled in with the other blurred faces in the crowd. How had he missed her? She was no longer the clumsy, blushing child she used to be but a grown woman, and an attractive one at that. He looked down at her and looked at the hair which fell around her face. It wasn't the orange colour of Ron's hair but it was auburn and many different colours; red, gold to name just two. The cut on her cheek had begun to bleed again where she had scratched it, Harry reached his hand down and whipped it away. He with drew his hand quickly when a tingle ran up his arm. He'd never felt that when Hermione had touched him, not even when she had kissed him goodbye at the end of his forth year. That kiss had been on the cheek and meant nothing, as he had explained to Ron in three separate letters already this summer. Harry closed his eyes and decided to think about this in the morning.
He woke up at about 10:00 with the light shining through the, now open, window. He looked down to where Ginny had been lying the night before and gasped as he realised that she was missing but then he heard the familiar sound of the toaster pooping up toast and the inviting smell of bacon. Harry went upstairs and got changed and brushed through his hair with a comb. Studying his appearance he briefly wondered why he bothered, it never made any difference; his hair was as unruly as ever. Walking into the green kitchen he saw Ginny dressed in a denim skirt with a white shirt, Hedwig sat on the table and a Hogwarts chest stood by the door.
"Hey Harry. How do you like your bacon?"
"Um, Gin sit down let me do it."
"No you sit down, on second thoughts make me a cup of tea."
"No, you make the tea, I'll do the bacon."
"Harry James Potter do as I say!" Harry was shocked he had never heard anyone use his middle name before.
"Gin, did you read my mind?"
"No" she answered honestly,
"How did you know my middle name then?"
"I don't know, lucky guess I suppose." her voice was uncertain, she brought the bacon over and sat down opposite Harry.
"Shall I be 'mother'?" he asked.
"If you like?"
"What's your middle name then?" he asked her whilst he poured the tea. Ginny squirmed,
"I don't want to say"
"You know mine"
"Huh! Guilt me into it, why don't you. Lily, it's Lily"
"Ginny Lily Weasley" Harry said thoughtfully
"Virginia Lily Weasley" Ginny corrected him,
"Virginia?"
"Yeah, did you think my real name was Ginny?"
"Well, yeah. I mean that's what everyone calls you, so I assumed that was your name"
Harry saw the piece of parchment which he guessed was the letter that came with the trunk.
"May I?" he asked, Ginny nodded in agreement.
Dear Ginny and Harry,
Ginny what's wrong, please tell us. Come home soon sweetie, we all miss you very much. Stay at Harry's for the summer and have a break. Ron wants to add a bit...
Harry are you sure you didn't know about this? Why is Ginny with you, Harry I'm going to trust you, don't let me down.
Ignore him Harry. Professor Dumbledore is coming down today, he wants to suggest something to us. I think it might concern you but I'm not sure. Take care of Ginny for us.
Love the Weasley family.