SUMMARY: The Burrow is attacked by Death Eaters and Ginny recieves a power that she never had before.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Finally, I've got this chapter out, it's been like forever, lol. I really want to thank you for reading it *passes butterbeers to reviewers* I hope you enjoy it! This chapter is actually a bit longer because you reviewers put me in such a good mood, I've had no flames…as of yet. Lol, I'm still expecting someone to write, "OMG! This is horrible! How can you write such crap?" But I haven't seen anyone say that! Yay! *grins* Ok, ok, I'll shut up now so that you can read the fic. Enjoy!

THE SEER---CHAPTER FOUR

For a brief moment there was silence as Ginny and Harry stood before all, hand in hand.  Then there was a scream.

"Ginny!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been holding tight to her husband and sobbing. She let go of him and then ran towards Ginny, closely followed by Mr. Weasley, and they both flung themselves on to their daughter.

Harry, however, looked past them.  He looked at everyone, who all seemed to be taking great, steadying gasps, and clutching their chests.  Percy and Ron looked the worst of them all, Percy stood there pale-faced with his jaw dropped, and Ron who was being held by Hermione, was shaking in shock.  And then as if someone had snapped him back in to reality, Ron, along with Hermione, ran to Harry.

"Y-you saved her Harry! How did you… what did you do? She was…she didn't get up Harry, w-what did you do?" said Ron as he grasped on to Harry's shoulders and looked him square in the eye.

"I think we'd all like to know that," said the pin-striped suit wearing Cornelius Fudge, in his pompous tone, Percy glared at him.

"Cornelius, if you'd please, I think we should let Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley rest for a bit, and then tell us in their own time," said the old, twinkling-eyed man, Professor Dumbledore (he had just apparated), and was wearing dark sapphire-blue robes that were covered with symbols from the Zodiac.

Ginny let go of her parents, and then hesitated for a moment, she looked at the two old men with apprehension and said, "Oh no, Professor, i-it's alright, I think I'd rather just tell you what happened now."

"Yeah, and I didn't---" Harry started but was cut off.

"No Harry, there is absolutely no need to be modest, who knows if I would be alive without you," said Ginny.

Harry looked at Ginny, flabbergasted, he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but it didn't look as though he would get a chance to speak by the way Ginny was acting.

"Y-you see, w-what happened, was that," she began while staring at her feet, "there were these people, and they were the same people who were just put in to Azkaban a few weeks ago," Ginny saw cameras flashing and people who looked like journalists writing down her every word, "and I guess you would call them Death Eaters.  Ron and I were here, at home," Ron looked at Ginny in a stunned manner, "and Ron tried to defend us," some more pictures were taken of Ron, "but the Death Eaters threw him out of the house. And then, Harry, who could sense our danger, flew over and tried to help us," the cameras turned over to Harry's direction, "but the Death Eaters used some sort of force and threw him out of the house too.  A-and then I ran away to hide, while they were throwing Harry out of the house, and I went up in to the attic. I tripped over some…some…thing and fell down, and then I guess I just became unconscious."

"But why didn't the Death Eaters just kill Ron and Harry?" growled Moody.

"And why weren't Harry and Ron here when we came?" asked Tonks.

"And why would Harry just fly over and not owl us about the attack?" asked Lupin.

Ginny could feel her face get hot, they were cracking her story! They could tell that she was lying! But she couldn't let that happen, "I don't know why the Death Eaters just didn't kill them, maybe it was some kind of secret plan they were developing o-or something, I don't know! And Harry and Ron went to fly for help, they went to go get you guys, so…so that's why they weren't here. And Harry, well…Harry's just like that, he's a hero person and all he was thinking about was to save us and not much else, I'm sure."

Other Aurors were just about to ask some more questions…

"Very well," said Professor Dumbledore as he moved his hand in a manner which prompted the others for silence, "thank you Ms. Weasley, for telling us everything that you know.  I am quite sure that if you have anything else or further things you need to discuss, that you will tell us right away, of course?"

"Oh yes Professor," Ginny looked up in to his eyes, it was as if he were staring right through her, that he knew that she was a liar, and not just a liar but a horrible liar at that. Professor Dumbledore gave her a faint smile and then turned around to the others.

"I think that should be enough, my main concern now is helping the Weasleys clean up what the attackers did."

There were many solemn nods and people got to work immediately. After countless 'reparo's and even a few 'scourgify's later, the Burrow went back to its original state that it was before the attack, if not better, for it was certainly cleaner. Afterward, almost everyone apparated away, with the exception of Professor Dumbledore, the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry.

"I think it would be wise if Bill, Charlie, and Percy stay here tonight," said the Professor while adding a bit of emphasis on Percy's name.

"Oh, oh, of course," Mrs. Weasley grinned despite the somber mood, "will you boys?" She looked at Percy with hope.

"Yeah, of course Mum," chorused Bill and Charlie together.

"Percy?" asked Mr. Weasley cautiously.

"I….I…er…I don't know, I mean, how can you want me to stay when I've been such an arrogant and haughty git?"

"Git or no git, you're still my son, and I still love you, and nothing will ever change that. Do you understand?" silent tears were rolling down Mr. Weasley's face.

"Y-yes Dad, I'm so sorry," Percy was now openly crying and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley grabbed him together in a full embrace.

When they let go of each other, Percy quickly wiped off his face and whispered, "I am so, so, sorry, w-when Ginny, when I saw her…oh Merlin, I knew, I knew that nothing is worth my family, nothing at all, and I'm sorry."

"We know sweetie, we know," Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly at him, "Now I think we should all go inside and have a nice cup of hot chocolate, would you care to join us Professor? We would love to have you."

"As delightful as that sounds, and as much as I know that I'm going to regret it, I have to decline that delicious offer of the famous Weasley hot chocolate, and go, I'm afraid that I still have quite a bit to do tonight, and so I'm going to have to say goodnight. Goodnight." He said and then apparated.

"Too bad," said Mrs. Weasley, "It would have been lovely to have him."

*Part Two*

Ginny woke up quite late the next morning, although it wasn't to her Mother's loud calls she had awakened to, but to the sweet smell of  breakfast. Ginny smiled and made her way out of bed, she could already see Hermione's fixed bed on the floor beside her, Hermione always did wake up very early.  Ginny yawned, showered, got dressed, and then preceded to the kitchen.  She could see Charlie talking animatedly with Bill about a new, controversial, undiscovered species of dragons called the Faerie Dragon, and Fred, George, and Hermione were in some sort of argument about books, and Harry and Ron were excitedly talking about the upcoming Quidditch season in Hogwarts, but Percy, however, remained silent and reclusive, picking at his food, and Ginny decided to take a seat in between Charlie and Hermione.

Ginny heard tid bits of each conversation, and decided to listen in on Bill and Charlie's.

"Now, I'm telling you Charlie, that's got to be impossible, a new dragon? Come on! After how many years! You would think they had already discovered them all by now," said Bill, rolling his eyes and sweeping his pony-tail to one side.

"Bill, I work with dragons every day, and you don't know how frustrating those buggers can sometimes be, I wouldn't be surprised if one slipped by undocumented," Charlie began to pour some syrup on to his very tall stack of pancakes.

"Well," said Ginny, decidedly adding to the conversation, "I think it's entirely possible for there to be a new, undocumented type of dragon, why I've heard there were even a couple of sightings of this new Faerie Dragon."

"Oh yes, I've heard that too," grinned Charlie.

"What exactly are these little buggers supposed to look like anyway?" said Bill as he buttered another piece of toast.

"Oh they're very, very, small, only about one to five inches long, they can be all types of different colors, they have beautiful eyes, and large butterfly-type wings.  They say they don't eat meat like all the other dragons do, they only eat nuts, fruit, and vegetables," Charlie took another large bite of  his pancake.

"Wow, they sound pretty," said Ginny as she poured herself some pumpkin juice.

Charlie nodded, but then Bill switched the topic to how infuriating the goblins at Gringotts can be, and the conversation got a bit boring to Ginny, so she turned her attention over to Hermione, Fred, and George.

"Now really Fred, George, if you want to know how you can have better results to your…er…products, I suggest you read Arsenius Jiggers' new book, it tells you all about the reactions of different potent potions, it's called Reactions, Reactions, Reactions," said Hermione, taking a bite of her waffle.

"The bloke couldn't have come up with an original name for his bloody book?" asked George.

"It's a book about reactions, what would you have called it?" she inquired.

Fred shrugged, "The Book of Reactions?"

Hermione rolled her eyes as George snickered.

"But anyways," said Hermione as she sipped her pumpkin juice, "you two should really trust on using books more often now that you have your own business."

"Oh yeah Hermione, we use books all the time," said Fred.

"Last month, we went to Latvia to pick up powdered banshee teeth for this new item, and while we were there we got through twelve of Gilderoy Lockhart's old books," added George.

"Oh really?" she asked and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Yep," nodded Fred, "but George, we really must remember to take enough toilet paper next time."

"Right you are," said George, and Ginny laughed while Hermione scowled.

Ginny, having had enough of their little bickering, moved over a little to Ron and Harry.

"I don't really know Harry, I mean, how on earth are we going to find enough replacements, and may I add good replacements for them?" said Ron a little perplexed.

"Well, it's not that bad, I mean we still have all the players who were picked from last year, and Ginny's going to try out as one of the Chasers, aren't you Ginny?" Harry saw her looking at them and grinned.

"Yeah," sighed Ginny, "I hope I make it."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Of course you're going to make it, you're one of the best Quidditch players after Harry, do you think the team's really going to pick someone else?"

"Well," she smiled, "I hope you're right."

"Of course I am, when am I not right?"

With that Ginny and Harry had to hold on to their seats so they wouldn't fall from laughing so hard.

"Hey, what's so funny?" asked Ron, a little miffed.

"Nothing Ron," chorused Harry and Ginny together.

"Well, anyways," Harry began to get a little more serious, and whispered, "Ginny, I want to talk to you about yesterday."

Ron looking at Harry nodded in agreement, "Ginny you flat-out lied about Harry and me, why did you do that? And I want you to tell us what really happened."

Ginny looked at both of them critically, as if weighing her trust for them, and then decided not to do anything she would regret later, "I only made up that stuff about you guys, the rest really happened as I said it, I ran up to the attic to hide and tripped over this huge thing, and then became unconscious.  I lied about you not being home because I didn't want you to get in trouble with Mum and Dad."

Ginny grabbed a piece of toast as Harry and Ron stared at her sternly, not sure if the story was something they could believe or not.

"Are you sure?" insisted Harry.

"Harry, of course I'm sure, don't you believe me?"

"Yeah Gin, I never said I didn't believe you, I was just wondering if you were sure."

"Well, I'm sure," snapped Ginny, "but I really don't like this topic. Excuse me, will you?"

She went over to Percy before the two of them could say anything, then gave Percy an it's-ok-I-forgive-you-for-being-a-git smile, and he grinned back.

"So," asked Ginny, "what are you going to do now?"

"Well," he yawned and ran his hand through his hair, "since I'm never getting a job at the Ministry again, I asked Professor Dumbledore if I could join the Order to help out."

"And what did he say?"

"He basically turned me down, and I don't blame him, but he says the reason I can't join the Order is because he needs me to do something else for him, something that's more important, and in the meantime I should live here…like I have any alternative then living here."

"Why can't you live in your flat in London?"

"I don't get the job 'til the end of summer, and until then, no job means no rent, which means welcome back to the Burrow."

"Oh, so what does Professor Dumbledore want you to do?"

Percy grinned, "I can't tell you, it's a secret and a surprise, you'll find out when I get the job, I promise."

"Awe, Perce, why can't you just tell me? You know I would never give the secret away."

Percy smiled and tapped her nose like he always used to do when she was much younger, "You were always so impatient, I remember when you, Fred, George, and Ron, argued with Mum for days so that you could open the Christmas presents under the tree just a few days earlier," he sighed, "but we always opened our gifts on Christmas morning, every year, no matter what. Those were the days before Hogwarts, I miss those days."

"I miss those days too," said Ginny with a sad smile.

"I was so scared when I saw you yesterday Ginny, it was the most horrible feeling in the world."

"I know Percy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that you were so scared."

"Actually, in a way, it was a huge lesson for me, it was sort of like something good did come out of something very, very, horrible."

"Yeah, I'm really glad that you're back," Ginny looked up in to his matching brown eyes, "I missed you."

"Oh Ginny," he pulled her in to a hug, "I missed you too. I missed you so much, I missed everyone and everything. I missed this dilapidated house. I missed the missed-matched clutter. I missed the explosions, the laughter, I was so alone Gin. So alone."

Ginny smiled, "Never leave like that again, promise?"

"I promise Ginny, I promise with all my heart that I'll never ever leave like that again," he grinned back at her.

Ginny looked at him skeptically while grinning, and then stuck out the tiny finger of her hand, "Pinky swear?"

Percy laughed as he remembered their ways of childhood which included the special specific way to give an extreme promise, he grabbed her pinky in his, "Pinky swear."

Ginny giggled, "You can't back out now Percy, no matter what, you pinky swore."

"I would never want to back out," he said softly.

Ginny smiled at him, "Good."

They would have continued but were cut off by Mrs. Weasley, "Letters from school," she said as she passed Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. For a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters.  Ginny's told her to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first.  There was also a list of the new books she'd need for the coming year.

FIFTH-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, Fifth Edition by Trimble

Only two new books for the upcoming year, that wasn't bad at all.  Her first year was the worst, that was when Gilderoy Lockhart made everyone go on a shopping spree at Flourish and Botts. Her parents had just barely managed.

"How does someone get that many O.W.L.s! You must have broken a school record Hermione!" Ginny could hear Ron yelling across the room.

"Ron! Give that back!" Hermione snatched her letter out of Ron's hands.

Ron crossed his arms in front of him in annoyance, "I don't get it, I don't get it at all, how could you…how is it possible?!"

"It's called studying Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes, "but it isn't as if you did horrible yourself, you did quite well actually."

Ron blushed a bit, "Yeah, well, thanks to your notes really, or else I would have been dead."

"And Harry," Hermione smiled at him, "you did a great job too, I'm even a little jealous, no one could have gotten marks that high in the Defense Against the Dark Arts like you did."

"Yeah Harry!" Ron added, "You did that when we even had that evil, bloody, Umbridge as our Professor, I can't believe what you can pull off sometimes Harry."

Harry smiled, "Thanks guys, and congratulations to the both of you."

"Thanks Harry," they said together.

Ginny's heart began to sink, O.W.L.s, she would have to deal with O.W.L.s this year! How horrible---and she wasn't book smart like Hermione, her letter didn't have a Prefect's badge like Hermione's did last year, Ginny didn't have any of that.  What was she going to do? How was she going to manage?

"So Ginny," said Percy, bringing Ginny out of her thoughts, "are you going to be a Prefect?"

The smile that was on Ginny's face faltered a bit, "No."

Fred and George who had just came up to them, started jumping in happiness.

"OH THANK MERLIN!" yelled Fred.

"Our baby sister shall not shame the name of Weasley by becoming a Prefect!" grinned George.

"And I was so frightened for a moment, I thought she was going to become a prefect and a traitor like…" paused Fred.

"RONNIE-KINS!" chorused Fred and George together.

Ron's face began to glow like the setting sun with embarrassment, "Oh knock it off you two!"

"Awe, I think he's embarrassed Fred!" cried George.

"I think so too, and do you think I know why?" He grinned and eyed Hermione.

"I think you know why, and I think I know why too, and I think he knows, but do you think she knows?"

"She knows that we know? Or she knows what we know? Or does she just not know? Do you know? Should we let her know what we know?" asked Fred.

"STOP IT NOW!" roared Ron.

"Oh I don't like that tone, dear little brother, besides you should be honest about your feelings," snickered George.

"Oh yes, he very much should, maybe we should help him out?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"What are they talking about Ron?" asked Hermione, very confused.

Ginny couldn't help but laugh at the situation, really, Hermione was a genius, but she could be so daft when it came to real life and something that wasn't just facts in a book.  But Ginny did have a great amount of pity for Ron, she remembered when Fred and George used to tease her about the crush she had on Harry. Ginny sighed, she gave up on Harry last year, not that she didn't still like him, she just gave up, because it was silly to like someone like him, to like someone who would only think of you as someone's little sister, and who would never like you back like that, Cho Chang helped her give up, she ought to send a thank you card to Cho someday, thank you for pushing me to get on with my life, it should say. 

"Tell her Ronnie, what are we talking about?" insisted George.

"Oh let him alone!" yelled Ginny, defending her brother, "Or I'll give you a hex that'll take forever to come off! You know what I'm talking about," she smirked.

"Ginny!" Fred grabbed his chest in a mock-hurt expression, "b-but you're one of us! You can not defend him."

"Oh but I can dear Fred, you see, he gave me his extra sugar quills from Christmas, and so I owe him," said Ginny in a nonchalant manner.

"One set of quills and you leave us?" George gave her a very fake horrified face.

"Yeah, I guess so," she shrugged.

Fred was just about to open his mouth when Mrs. Weasley came back in to the kitchen, knowing that Mum wasn't someone you messed with, he abruptly closed it.

"Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione, I think we'll go now to get your new supplies from Diagon Alley," she said as she took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece. 

"Oh, I need to go there too, I'll meet you there," said Percy and was gone with a 'pop'.

"Well, well, come on now," insisted Mrs. Weasley and they headed over to the fireplace, "Ginny, you first."

Ginny took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than herself, she stepped right in to it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Now here comes in my tacky saying, (bear with me), "If you review, I'll continue. If you don't I wont." Tacky, I know, but it's true! The title of this fic should make more sense in the next chapter, if I get to that part, hopefully, most likely, I will.

And since you all have been such great reviewers…

What's to come in chapter five: Why does the author hate Cho Chang so much? (lol, Cho Chang lovers should really not read the next chapter). Michael Corner makes his cocky appearance. Mundungus Fletcher gives Percy a suggestion.  Draco Malfoy squeezes in. And chess insues.

Don't you guys want to read the next chapter? Then review!