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

DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognize, I don't own.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Whoo, took me a while to get this out, as always. But…it's like one of my longest chapters ever! I hope you guys enjoy reading this one, I wanted to post it up sooner but my internet connection has been iffy for a while…so don't blame me! Lol. Anyways *passes out pumpkin pasties to reviewers*…enjoy.

THE SEER---CHAPTER FIVE

Ginny, dizzy from the constant spinning of the floo fire, stumbled out of the fireplace.  She was dirty, and her clothes were covered in soot, she dusted herself off and looked around. She was standing in front of a large stone fireplace of what looked like to be the Leaky Cauldron (the floo port of Diagon Alley).  Seeing no one that she recognized in the bar, she walked out through an archway which led unto a cobbled street.

Ginny turned her head in every direction as she walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once, the shops, the many things outside them, and the people doing their shopping, Diagon Alley was so familiar to her, it was almost like a third home--- after the Burrow and Hogwarts, of course. A thin man outside the Apothecary was grinning like a cheshire cat as she passed, saying, "Eels' eyes, seven sickles an ounce, what a sale…"

Soft hoots could be heard from Eeylops Owl Emporium, they had a large selection to choose from today, there seemed to be more owls there than usual, even a few more of the rarest owl, which was the Snowy. Ginny sighed, she wish she could have a pet, even a cheep pet, it wouldn't matter, a toad, a cat, an owl---anyone would do, but she never could get one, it was just a bit too expensive for the family budget, although she didn't think it was quite fair how Ron had already gone through two pets and she never even had one.  But, she had to admit, loosing Scabbers was not his fault, hmm, maybe she would just have to wait until she got her own job to buy a pet, too bad teenagers couldn't work in Diagon Alley, she would really love to have a job here.

"Blimey!" Ginny could hear someone call, "If it isn't one of Molly's kids!"

Ginny turned to see the keeper of the scruffy voice, it was a shabby man stumbling out of the near Cauldron Shop, he had matted ginger hair and bloodshot, unfocused eyes.

"Mundungus!" called Ginny, and ran after him.

"My, my, if it ain't the giggly one 'erself," said Mundungus looking down at her, "so what 'ave yeh been up to?"

"Oh not much," Ginny smiled at him, "what are you doing at the Cauldron Shop?"

Mundungus raised an eyebrow at her, judging her, but then decided that she was more like her twin brothers than her mother, for which he was silently thankful for.

"Why, I've been pullin' a couple more deals, is all," he whispered and then pulled out a grimy black pipe out of his pocket.  He stuck it in his mouth, ignited the end of it with his wand, and took a deep pull on it.  Great billowing clouds of greenish smoke obscured the both of them in seconds, and the huge cloud smelled horrible, it was an acrid smell of burning socks, to be exact. 

Ginny coughed, "that's g-good."

"Oh Ginny, there you---" Percy had walked over to her and Mundungus. He then started coughing madly, "W-what the heck?"

"Well, now, 'ere comes 'nother one, Molly sure had a lot o' kids," Mundungus grinned, "Yeh must be the one who just got sacked, Percy is it?"

"Yes, m-my name is Percy, a-and you must be…" Percy gave him a scrutinizing look, "Mundungus F-fletcher?"

"That'd be m'name alrigh'," Mundungus nodded.

"O-oh Merlin, I c-can't take it!" Percy grabbed the pipe that was in Mundungus' mouth and put it out with his wand, he then said in a very annoyed tone "So you're a smoker?"

"I believe so, and I also believe that'd be m'pipe." Mundungus crossed his arms in front of him.

"You do know that smoking kills, right? And if you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life," said Percy.

"Yeah, Dung, you should really give it up," insisted Ginny.

"Yeah, yeh're righ'," Mundungus nodded, "and I shoul' do it 'cause it's so easy. I know 'cause I've done it thousands of times."

Ginny giggled, "That's right Dung."

Percy rolled his eyes, "Well, anyways we should get going Ginny, good-bye, er…Mr. Fletcher."

"O' please don' ever say Mr. Fletcher, just Dung, just good ol' Dung," insisted Mundungus, "we shoul' really have a drink sometime, I even 'ave a couple jobs if you want 'em."

"That's really ok…" Percy grimaced, "Dung. Besides, I don't drink."

"Yeh don'? Yeh should, yeh really should, 'cause yeh know what they say: a drink a day keeps the shrink away."

"Right," said Percy a bit sarcastically, "well, we've really got to go, good-bye Dung."

"Good-bye Dung!" Ginny waved to him as she and Percy walked off.

They found their mother standing in front of the Leaky Cauldron with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Well, there you two are! For heavens sake, I was so worried!" said Mrs. Weasley, she always tended to be a bit more watchful and anxious about Ginny ever since the attack.

"Don't worry Mum, we were with Dung," Ginny grinned at her mother.

"Oh, dear, not Mundungus? What a character, a horrible influence for the likes of you," Mrs. Weasley frowned, "well, anyways, take this sack and go to Flourish and Botts with Ron, Harry, and Hermione, in it should be enough money to buy your books.  I'll need to go to Gringotts so I may take a while, those blasted Goblins can be so bothersome at times."

"Alright Mum," Ginny took the small red velvet sack from her mother, and then Mrs. Weasley walked away.

"Ginny, Ron," Percy acknowledged his siblings, "I'll be going to the Apothecary, I've got plenty of things I need to get, so I might be back before Mum, or I might not."

Ginny and Ron nodded at Percy, and then he left.

"Alright, shall we get going then?" said Hermione.

"Yep, I think so," said Ron, and then he did something that put Harry and Ginny in extreme shock; he grabbed Hermione's hand and gave her a nervous peck on the cheek.  Harry and Ginny just stood there as Ron and Hermione walked along.

"Did I just miss something? Or did Ron really just kiss Hermione?" asked Harry.

"So it really did happen? It wasn't something I dreamed up?" asked Ginny.

"Can people dream the same dream at the same time?"

"I don't really know…it seems a bit more possible than Ron kissing Hermione."

"How right you are."

Hermione turned around and purposely smirked at them, "Well, are you two coming or not?"

"Yeah," said Ron, grinning widely, "it looks as though something surprises you."

"You," Ginny was flabbergasted, "you!"

Harry helped her out, "You just kissed her!"

Ron nodded, "Isn't that what boyfriends do to their girlfriends Harry?"

"You're dating?!" yelled Ginny, and Harry's jaw was dropped.

"Yes Ginny," Hermione smiled, "we are dating, as one may put it."

"B-but," Harry struggled to find his voice, "Fred…George…you--- I'm very, very, confused."

Ginny nodded, "I'm with him."

Ron and Hermione laughed.

"Come on!" yelled Hermione, "We've got books to get!"

Ginny and Harry ran to catch up with them, and soon they were all inside a very busy Flourish and Botts; it was flowing with customers.  Most of them students, who were trying to get what was required, just like them.  Ginny saw a little group around a large bookshelf filled with The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk, she squeezed in and lost Harry, Ron, and Hermione to another flow of people behind her.  She grabbed a copy of the book and went to go find the other one that she needed. 

After a few minutes of searching, and a little bit of pushing her way through, she found The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, Fifth Edition by Trimble in what seemed to be a vacant hallway of books in the furthermost part of the shop. She grabbed a copy off the near empty shelf and then turned around to see a not-so-pleasant surprise; it was the dark haired Michael Corner, her ex-boyfriend.

He was grinning at her, grinning! The nerve of that boy! Well, she wasn't going to take that, so she plastered her own fake grin on her face. Two can play that game…

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," swooned Michael, looking her over, "it sure has been a while."

"Quite," said Ginny, although not long enough.

"You know," Michael stepped closer to her, "I've missed you terribly."

"Really?" said Ginny, "I can't exactly say the same for myself, but it's not as though it matters, you still have…Cho." She choked out.

Michael shuddered at the mention of her name, "No, not really, and I definitely do not regret losing her, I just regret ever having her in the first place."

"What?" asked Ginny, very surprised, "but why?"

"She was a mistake," he said simply.

"No, I mean, why…?" Ginny shook her head, "You broke up with her?"

Michael laughed, "Ages ago! Ginny, you haven't heard?"

"Heard what?" She raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

Michael was now laughing so hard that he had to hold on to the bookshelf to keep himself standing up-right, "The legend…you know, Cho the ho?"

"Michael! That's horribly mean! I now wonder what you said about me when we broke up!" said Ginny a little red in the face.

"Oh Ginny, nothing, nothing at all, I swear," Michael became serious in an instant, "That's just what all the guys say about Cho Chang. Besides, there's nothing I could say about you, you're perfect."

"Michael…what do you mean? What do all the guys say?" she persisted.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Ginny nodded and Michael sighed, "Alright. They say that she's Cho the ho, that never says no, and will make everyone say 'Whoa!', with how far she'll go, she'll go down low, she'll make you say 'oh', she'll do it for dough, she'll do everyone you know, but she never says no, 'cause she's Cho the ho."

Ginny blinked and became flushed, "What horrible, horrible, things to say…" she whispered.

"I asked if you wanted to know… besides people only say that because it's true, I should know, I was one of her many boyfriends in a short few week period," he spat.

"But…?" Ginny was still confused.

"Look Ginny, let me just spell it out for you, on the train ride home from Hogwarts, I caught her ripping off the robes of Justin Finch-Fletchley," he said very seriously, "and since then I've kept my distance."

Ginny gaped at him.

Michael just continued, "Some people (such as Marietta) kept insisting that she was just very vulnerable to Justin because of Cedric's death--- but that was a load of bull. Because after Justin it was Morag MacDougal, and then Lee Jordan, and then Blaise Zabini, and then Terry Boot, and then Ernie MacMillan, and then Marcus Flint, and then Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle at the same time, and then Dennis Creevey…"

"Dennis!" Ginny was pale with shock, "Surely, surely, you must mean Colin…Dennis is s-so young!"

Michael laughed, "As frightful as it may sound, it was Dennis. But I'm surprised, I thought you would have been more shocked about Crabbe and Goyle at the same time."

Ginny thought about it for a moment, and then said, "No…not really, I mean they are a couple of block heads, and Slytherins mind you, and Merlin knows that I'll never know what goes on in a Slytherin's head, but really, Dennis is a Gryffindor, I surely thought he would have known better after she had been with so many men."

"I guess it's the age thing…"

Ginny and Michael stared at each other for a few moments and then laughed.

"A-and you'll never guess who she's with now…" said Michael, trying to breath through all the laughter.

"W-who? Can't be worse than Dennis…" Ginny was laughing just as much as him.

"N-no, it's n-not as bad, it's Dean!"

Ginny stopped laughing at once, "What?"

"You know," Michael's laughter began to fade, "that guy. That Gryffindor guy, we were in D.A. meetings with him, remember?"

"No," she whispered, "you're kidding."

"No, I'm not," Michael's laughter was now gone, "come on Ginny, you must remember him, he was that guy who would always hang out with Seamus Finnegan."

"I know who he is!" she snapped, "I-it's just that, he was my crush…" the words came out before she could stop them.

"Dean?! Dean Thomas was your crush?!" Michael was infuriated.

"What's wrong with Dean?" she asked simply.

"H-he's Dean! It's just that…I mean that…well…for Merlin's sake Gin, he hangs out with Seamus!" Michael said for lack of anything better against his rival.

"So?"

"So Seamus didn't even believe Harry about You-know-who 'til the end of last year!"

"You wouldn't have believed Harry either if I wasn't your girlfriend!"

"That's not the point Ginny…"

Ginny was getting a bit tired of him, "Then what is the point Michael?"

"I think what his point is, is that he wants to have the little Weasel back in to his mudbloody hands," a cold voice drawled from behind them.

Ginny turned to see Draco bloody Malfoy two inches away from her; he was much too close for her liking.

Michael grabbed Ginny's arm and in a few quick movements put her behind him in a protective fashion.

"Awe, so the Mudblood doesn't want to share?" snickered Malfoy.

"Get the hell out of here, Malfoy," Michael said his name as if it were some nasty curse word.

Malfoy smirked, "You say that as if it were a bad thing…besides I want nothing to do with you, Mudblood."

Ginny was furious, "Bugger off Malfoy!"

"Got your girlfriend---no wait, ex-girlfriend fighting your battles for you? Don't you feel a tad bit… pathetic?"

"Shut the hell up Malfoy." Michael pushed him backwards, "You don't have your damn cronies here to protect you, who knows what'll happen to your Death Eater ass."

"Don't. Touch. Me." Draco pushed him back with every word, "And don't you dare call me a Death Eater," he whispered dangerously, "you Mudblood."

Michael made a swing at Malfoy's face but missed by a foot, he was then caught by one of the shop's employees who had seen him "attacking" one of their customers.

An old man with graying hair made his way towards the trio and said to Michael, "There is absolutely no fighting allowed in Flourish and Botts, I'm going to have to escort you out."

"But, but," said Michael very vexed, "it was his bloody damn fault!" He pointed at Malfoy.

"Yeah!" Ginny was now a bit red in the face, "It was all Malfoy's fault!"

"Nevertheless, I'm still going to have to escort you out, fighting is against all policy," said the old man very seriously.

"But that's not fair!" said Ginny

"I think it's more than fair," Malfoy smirked, "the bloody bugger attacked me!"

The old man ignored them, "Come on now," he insisted to Michael.

Michael nodded and followed him out, but not before making many rude hand gestures at Malfoy behind the old man's back.

Malfoy just smirked and snickered, and returned the gestures with a few of his own; silently mouthing many curse words at Michael.

"You're a jerk," said Ginny.

"Awe," Draco made a very fake saddened face, "that hurts Weasel, that hurts a lot."

"I'm not staying here, gits like you irritate me."

Draco moved his arm in front of her as she tried to walk away, "Not so fast."

"Leave me the hell alone Malfoy," Ginny tried pushing his arm away, which made Draco laugh as he put up another arm, this one on the other side of her so that she was trapped in-between him and the book shelf.

"You've grown up quite a bit Weasel," Malfoy looked her over in a most unnerving fashion, "I can see why Corner wants to put his grubby hands back on you and take his claim."

"Bugger off Malfoy," she squirmed beneath him.

"But…how can you not have feelings for me?" he smirked, "I am the dragon that is Malfoy."

"Oh," said Ginny in a falsetto voice, "but I do have feelings for you."

"You do?" A small pink tinge crept up his cheeks.

"Yeah," Ginny smirked right back at him, "I feel that you're annoying."

Draco let his face get even closer to hers, and said, "Watch it Weasel, I can make your life a living hell."

He then let her go and walked off, leaving her speechless. Ginny scowled and then walked off to pay for her books, she then found Harry, Ron, and Hermione but said nothing about her previous encounters. Later, they found Mrs. Weasley and Percy and headed home.

*Part Two*

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny sat together on the plush couches that were in the living room.  They were very, very, bored and Ron made an offer to play chess which Harry accepted; Hermione was curled up in to one of the armchairs and was reading her new textbook in a passionate 'Hermione-like' fashion as always; Ginny, meanwhile, was staring at the game of chess that was just beginning and tried to strike up some conversation.

"So," she began, "you guys never did tell Harry and me about the whole dating thing."

"Oh yes," said Ron as his rook crushed Harry's queen, "that."

"Yes that," said Harry with a scowl on his face, "either one of you care to explain?"

Hermione looked up from her book and grinned, "Explain? What's there to explain?"

"Yeah," Ron was grinning now too, "I don't understand what there is to explain about it, I mean, we're, well, together now, that's basically it."

"You prats!" yelled Ginny, "You know perfectly well what Harry and I mean--- when and where?"

Ron and Hermione were laughing now; Ron turned to Hermione and said, "Do you want to tell them?"

Hermione nodded, "Alright."

Hermione began with a smile, "Well really, it began when we were in the Leaky Cauldron today, and Ginny wasn't there."

"But I was there," Harry noted.

"Well," said Ron as another of Harry's pawns was smashed, "not for the ten minutes that it took you to buy a few butterbeers."

"But, but," Harry was speechless, "you guys were arguing with each other when I left."

"Yes," Hermione agreed, "we were arguing at the time when you left. And Ron just wouldn't shut up, and so…I…er…well…I kissed him."

Ron's face became a shade brighter than his hair and Harry gaped at Hermione.

"You kissed my brother because he wouldn't shut up?" said Ginny, very confused.

"Well, yes," Hermione began fidgeting, "that seemed to have been the only thing that would get him to shut up…and well…it did work, and I do not regret doing it." Hermione grinned.

"And so," Harry helped her out, "you guys declared that you liked each other, and than decided to give Gin and me a heart attack with what Ron did on Diagon Alley?"

Hermione laughed and nodded, but Ron scowled.

"Really, Harry, I didn't do anything, all I did was give her a kiss on the cheek," Ron grinned, "Don't be so medieval. Checkmate."

Ron had just beat Harry at another game of chess and Harry frowned.

"I'm not being medieval Ron, for you to give Hermione a kiss on the cheek in public, is like having sex in Diagon Alley on its busiest day for any other person."

"HARRY!" yelled Ron.

"What?" asked Harry nonchalantly.

"Ginny, who is just a young girl, is in the room!" said Ron angrily.

Ginny was about to burst, "Hermione's in the room and she's only a year older than me!"

Ron turned to her, "Yes, but Hermione's been hanging out with Harry and me forever, she's already been corrupted."

"Hey!" yelled Hermione and she threw a pillow at Ron's face.

"Sorry love," Ron smiled at her.

Hermione grinned back at him, "Don't worry dear."

"AH!" Harry and Ginny yelled together.

"They're getting all…" started Harry.

"Mushy." Ginny shuddered.

Ron and Hermione rolled their eyes, and then Ron turned to them, "So anyone else want to take a crack at the old chess champion?"

Harry shook his head, "I've lost enough for tonight."

"Ginny?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

Ginny shrugged, "Sure, why not, but I'll probably lose as always."

Harry smiled, "Don't worry, you're not alone in that department."

Harry and Ginny laughed, while Ron and Hermione shot each other secretive knowing glances.

"Well, are we going to play chess or not?" asked Ron finally.

"Yeah, alright."

Ginny looked down at the old and tattered chess pieces, she had borrowed Bill's old ones, but it didn't matter, chessmen never trusted Ginny.

Looking up at their new master a few of them grumbled, "Oh, great, it's her again."

Ginny frowned and the game began. Ron had first made a simple move by placing his pawn out, and then something strange happened…

While Ginny was staring at her chess pieces she fell in to a trance, it was a strong and illusive daydream that wouldn't let her go…

All the pieces were moving before her, performing ridiculous and outrageous moves. The pieces were angry, and very skeptical of her, but, nevertheless they moved. And they destroyed. Her pawn was crushing Ron's queen. Her knight was trapping Ron's king in to a corner. It was a checkma…

"Ginny? Hello, earth to Ginny!" Ron was waving his hand in front of Ginny's face, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Wh-wha?" Ginny looked up very dazed and confused.

"Your move Gin! I'm not going to wait forever, you know." Ron's face looked very disgruntled.

"O-oh, oh! My move! Oh yeah, sorry about that," Ginny smiled sheepishly as Ron rolled his eyes.

She wondered what that whole dream thing was about, but ignored it and moved one of her chess pieces. And then Ron moved one of his pieces, but he didn't just move a piece…he moved the exact piece the exact way that she had seen in that dream thing! Ginny thought against it, just a coincidence, of course. And then she moved another piece. And then Ron moved another one…again exactly like she had seen him do before, right from her daydream. Now Ginny remembered this part from her trance, this was where she moves her queen in to a ridiculous position, and all the pieces get angry. Should she do it? If she moved her queen on to that square the whole game would become fast-ending and Ron would win instantly, it was like suicide, to move her piece there, but then again it might prove to be a genius move like it had in the daydream. Why not? She thought to herself, it wasn't like she was going to win, no one ever beats Ron at chess, ever.

Ginny moved her queen early and on to the square that no one in their right mind would ever do. Her queen grimaced and then yelled, "DON'T! Don't send me there, can't you see his knight? Idiot girl. Send a pawn! We can afford to lose one of them!"

Ginny blinked, shook her head, and placed the queen down. Ron looked up at her a bit confused, "Are you not feeling yourself today Ginny?" he asked.

"Oh no, I think I'm quite fine…"

Ron smirked as his knight crushed her queen, her most valuable piece after the king, all of her chessmen were shouting things like, "How could you do that?" and "Are you blind?" and "Oh, this is not a game at all."

Ginny sighed and then moved another piece, and then after that what had happened was quite strange. Everything sort of fell in to place, her pieces were crushing Ron's, chessman, after chessman, after chessman, destroyed. And then Ginny's pawn came upon Ron's queen and shattered it, and then after a few more pieces were smashed, Ginny's knight confronted Ron's king…

"Checkmate," said Ginny softly.

Ron paled, "Y-you won."

Ginny nodded, and Harry grinned.

"Alright Ginny!" cheered Harry, "You beat the unstoppable Ron. Wow. I've never seen a game like that!"

But Ginny wasn't paying attention to Harry, she was looking at Ron, he looked miserable. And then Ron looked up at her and said, "I guess I'm just not with it today." Ron looked down at the chessboard and studied it hard, finally he whispered very seriously, "Rematch."

Ginny turned over to Ron, "But Ron…"

"Rematch," he said again.

Ginny sighed, "Fine."

And then again they started to play, and then again Ginny went in to another trance that showed her exactly what to do, and then again she beat Ron.

"I-I can't…" Ron was flabbergasted.

"It's only a game Ron, no big deal," said Ginny trying to comfort him.

"N-no, that's not---" Ron shook his head, "Rematch."

Harry, looking from one to the other, said, "Ron, Ginny's right it's only a game, just let it go."

"Rematch," said Ron again.

"I've already played you twice!" Ginny was exasperated.

"I need to figure out what I'm doing wrong Ginny! Just give me another game!"

"Fine! Fine, I don't care! We'll play! We'll play until you bloody win!"

Ron did not argue and they played again, and the same thing happened, and then they played another game, where the same thing happened again, and then they played for five more games until…

"Enough!" yelled Ginny, "Enough, I am sick of this. I'm going to bed!"

She left them all staring at her and then stomped off to her room, why in the world was she going in to all these trances, and why the hell did they come?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: You guys should understand why the title is what it is for this fic now! If you don't then tell me…but you should know. And yes, I had to take a stab at Cho, I'm sorry, now all the Cho-lovers can flame all you want…but I had to do it. Why? Because…well…er…can I say for the author's own happiness and self-indulgence? No, I shouldn't do that. *Thinks and points over to plot* Yes! It was all plot's fault! Blame plot! Plot's a very cruel creature, but also very necessary to keep the holes in fics sewn up. Mmhmm, plot's the person that keeps Ron from dancing the mamba with Snape in the Great Hall, while Dobby eats jello, and Goyle from finding Crookshanks a bit more attractive after having a few sips of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey. Hehehe.

Aww yes, should I give you guys a prelude to chapter six? Hmm, you guys have been very nice so far, I mean really…no flames! How cool is that? But I'm sure that'll change soon, but hey, 'til then here you go…

What's to come in chapter six: Back to school we all shall go! A sweet moment between Harry and Ginny ruined by our favorite silver-haired boy. You know who I'm talking about. *Winks* He just won't let go… Do I mean anything by that? Hmm, maybe in quite a few chapters I will. Lol. Suspense kills, I know. The Sorting Hat and his old song. And a stomach-churning, not-so-pleasant surprise for Ron and Ginny at the feast.