Harry took the broom in both hands, as it whipped up to his eye level, revealing a very fine rosewood handle, tipped with pure silver to prevent wear and tear. The tail bristles were a beautiful shade of deep gold, and placed in perfect order for maximum acceleration. The broom made no sound as it hovered a foot off the ground, and Harry saw a numerical code, which meant it was a limited edition. "Hermione, thank you so much! I surely will win with this!" And at that, he leaped forward, and hugged her around the shoulders. "Hey! I want some of that! Harry, why didn't you hug me?" "Cause, dope, you haven't let me open your gift!" Harry strode over to the bulging bag that was Ron's gift, and slowly opened it. He pulled out which seemed to be a green woollen ball. He unravelled it, revealing a wonderfully crocheted "Weasley Sweater" in a bright green to match his eyes. Next, he pulled out a very small figure on a broom, catching a golden snitch. It took some time for Harry's eyes to adjust before he realized the small figure was of him! "Wow, Ron!"

"Actually, Hair, that's Fred and George's gift. Next is Ginny's then Perce's, then Charlie and Bill's, the Dad's, then mine." "Wow." He said, pulling out a small silver picture frame, with the Weasley's pictures. Then, he pulled out Percy's gift: Harry saw it was another limited edition, of school supplies. Harry groaned, but noticed the fine quality of the silk pencil case, the hard glasses case ("to prevent breaking", said the note), the wand bag, and a brand new satchel. Harry guessed that this was all bought from the money he gave the family in his fourth year. Then, he looked at Bill and Charlie's gifts. Charlie the dragon handler, gave him a collection of small, moving, dragon figurines, all except for the Horntail, he already had that. Bill's gift was another collection: this was a collection of coins from around the globe, including all types of muggle money. "Cool," said Harry, quietly. He pulled out Mr. Weasley's gift, a fairly large box of baked goods: Mrs. Weasley's famous fruitcake, treacle tarts, butter tarts, chocolate-frog cake, shortbread, and trifle, kept good by magic. Lastly, he pulled out Ron's gift. The homemade book, which made Harry laugh, was entitled: "1001 Ways to Beat Ron at Chess. "Thanks, mate." Was Harry's reply. He put all of his gifts in his bag, and went back down to have breakfast, with Ron and Hermione behind him. Down there, Ginny was at the table, thinking "Oh, Ginny, talk to him! It shouldn't be hard! He saved your life! He's your friend! He'll understand!"

"Hi, Ginny." Harry said. Ginny flushed red. "OH! Harry, Ron, Hermione. Have some breakfast, the slim, 16-year-old redhead said. They all sat down, Harry beside Ginny, which sent chills up her back. "Harry," she whispered, "Can I talk to you after breakfast?" Something in her eyes made Harry uneasy, but, "Sure, Ginny," Came the reply. And they dined on scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast with cheese and tomato on it. After breakfast, Harry and Ginny got up, and with a quick, "We'll be right back" they left for outside. "Ginny, what'd you want to tell me?" "Well, Harry, it's hard, actually. As you probably know, it's not a big secret that I like you, but there's something else." "Wait. You like me? YOU, Ginny Weasley, the nicest, most wonderful girl I know, like me?" Again, she flushed, "Yes. But that's not what I want to talk to you about." They had reached the Weasley's quidditch pitch, and sat under a tree. Ginny saw that Harry was broadly grinning, and blushed slightly. "Harry, Voldemort's going to kill you. I just know it. Harry, I'm scared for you. You are the boy who lived, and he will kill you. He needs to. You are more powerful than him, Harry, but he's going to kill you!" Ginny had tears running down her rose cheeks. "Ginny, you're crying. What's wrong? I'm not going to die! Voldemort can't get to me. Dumbledore's there." "That's what I'm afraid of, Harry. What if Dumbledore's got something to do with Voldemort? Isn't it odd how he smiled when you said Voldemort rose again?" She was crying freely now, and it took Harry some time before he realized that Ginny said the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He moved closer to her, and put his arms around her. He whispered into he ear, "Ginny, number 1, I doubt Dumbledore's going to hurt me. Number 2, Voldemort doesn't know where Hogwarts is, we moved it, remember? And number 3, why do you say Voldemort? I thought your family was afraid?" "No, Harry. Like you said, it's just a name. But I'm still scared. Harry, you were too. That's why Ron brought everyone to your room. I'm scared for you, Harry. No mischief, you could get hurt. You are the magical world's saviour. Oh! Harry!" She began to bawl, now, and Harry hugged her around the shoulders, cooing slightly to calm her. Soon, she was down to hiccups. She looked into the face of the saviour. How could she ever tell him? She loved him, from his untidy, deep black hair, to his beautiful bright green eyes, even if he had a girlfriend, which she already knew. She buried her face in his shirt, and fell asleep. Harry didn't know she spent all night worrying about him. He doesn't need to.