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Chapter One. The Burrow. "Hey Ginny, what you doing?"

A voice behind her startled her out of her reverie, jolting her back into the real world.

"Ron! Don't sneak up on me like that."

Ron shrugged, "Mum said to tell you to come inside for dinner," he smiled mischievously, "we're having some guests."

Ginny looked up, surprised, "Who?"

Ron just grinned wider and walked back towards the house.

"WHO?" Ginny yelled after him, but she received no answer.

Could it be Harry? No, he wasn't supposed to come here, not now that You Know Who had risen.

So who then? Ginny's curiosity got the better of her, and, illegally muttering a charm to straighten her clothing and smooth out her hair, she raced after her brother.

***

"Hey Mum? Who's this mysterious visitor who's coming for dinner?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled knowingly, "He's standing behind you."

"Hey, Ginny."

Ginny knew that voice. It was the same voice that had saved her life in her first year at Hogwarts, the same voice that had been a secret lullaby to ease her to sleep. Its owner, in fact, had saved countless lives by defeating a full grown dark wizard, when he himself had been unable to walk.

Ginny turned to look at the owner of that wonderful, precious voice.

"Hey Harry." She managed to choke out, feeling her knees go weak at the fact that he was staring straight into her eyes.

Mrs. Weasley bustled over, "Ginny, would you mind helping Harry take his stuff up to Ron's room? He's probably tired after the trip here."

Ginny smiled nervously at Harry.

Harry handed her a small bag and his broom stick, and followed her towards the stairs.

"How've your holidays been going?"

He's asking me a question like that? When he must be worried sick about all the trouble that's been caused in the last two years?

"Alright. We were going to go visit Charlie, but we got caught up."

"Oh well."

There was an awkward pause.

"Hermione's supposed to be coming tomorrow. She wrote me and said that she broke up with Krum."

Ginny smiled, "Ron will be over the moon."

Harry also smiled, "I take it I'm not the only one who's noticed."

"You'd have to be blind to miss it. Ron has liked her for YEARS. I think he just never showed it coz he's never had much competition before."

"He hasn't admitted it yet."

"He doesn't have to. Hermione's a bit more cluey than he is. She knows how she feels and she knows how he feels."

"So why doesn't she do something about it?" Harry looked at her with sudden respect in his eyes, "How is it that you know so much stuff about two of my best friends when I don't even know about it?"

Ginny smiled, suddenly self-conscious, "I don't know. It's like some sort of sixth sense. I just know."

Harry grinned, "What am I feeling right now?"

"I can't read people or something like that. I just get feelings sometimes."

"So what is your feeling?"

Ginny smiled shyly, "you're really hungry and you're happy to be here."

Harry stared in astonishment, "how did you know?"

"I know I would be."

"Fair enough."

They had reached the door to Ron's bedroom.

"Ginny." Harry looked at her with a smile and pressed a finger to his lips, "If what you said about Ron and Hermione is true, then I think we have some conspiring to do."

Ginny just smiled. She'd conspire with Harry any day.

***

Harry had a sleepless night. While he loved being at the Burrow, the truth was that Ron's floor was about five stories higher than his room at Privet Drive, and therefore about a hundred degrees hotter. Tossing restlessly, he finally gave up and dragged his pillow and a light sheet down the many stories to the living room. Settling on the couch, he found that his mind could not stop thinking about the conversation he had had with Ginny. He had never really noticed much about her before. He had looked after briefly in the Chamber of Secrets, but she had been so afraid of what consequences would come of her actions that they had never really had much of a conversation.

But now. she had opened up a lot to him. She had revealed that she had some sort of . sixth sense. Harry began to wonder if she had ever told anyone else.

He remembered something Ron had once said to him.

Hearing voices is not a good sign, even in the wizarding world.

Did that apply to abnormal powers as well?

Harry sighed, and lay back down to sleep.

***

Ginny heard Harry as he wandered downstairs. Quiet as a cat, she tiptoed down after him, and peeped around the corner as he settled himself on the couch. But he did not go to sleep.

Ginny watched, fascinated as he stared into the space around, apparently pondering some difficult problem.

A worried feeling overcame her and she felt his curiosity. She also received a startling mental picture of herself, exhausted as she, accompanied by him, left a dark Chamber. She knew that place.

The vision left her, and she stumbled out of her reverie, to see him fall asleep.

***

Back in bed, Ginny pondered the complexity of her power's reaction to Harry. It was astounding.

And this worried her very much.

***

Ok, that was a little longer. I know you like to read ones with a bit more action, and I promise that there will be lots of action once Hermione comes and Harry realizes how he feels about Ginny and Ginny's power takes some twists, but I am buried in work at the mo, so you'll have to be patient with me. I promise to have the next one out in less than two weeks. (Maybe three, I promise I'll try for two, though.) However. If I don't get a decent amount of reviews, say about ten - ish, then I will be forced to take longer. I'm sorry, I don't want to do that, I'm just sick of writing and not getting barely any reviews. I still love you all though.

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