Chapter 12

Ginny was still desperately waiting for Harry to wake up. 'He loves me! I can't believe Harry loves me. Hermione and Ron are about to get together, hopefully. Sirius has Arabella back, and all of my family is healthy, well, and loving. Nothing wrong can happen.' Ginny smiled thinking this thought to herself.

How very wrong Ginerva Weasley was. At that moment one of her brothers' was getting a letter from Voldemort, about how Lord Voldemort needed the brother for his power. How the brother could do great things, that it was all in his head.

Mr. Weasley,

I'd like to inform you, I need you. I've seen your old school records and they are very impressive. Prefect 5th and 6th years, and Head Boy 7th year, is tremendous. I've also heard that you want to be the Minister of Magic. What magnificent wizard you are, but I can give you all the power and money you'll ever need. Owl me back with a response. Remember, there's only people who fear power and the one's who have it. There is no good or bad, only power. Join the right side.

Lord Voldemort

P.S. This document will destruct itself.

With that the letter turned into smoke.

"Percy!" Percy Weasley turned around, with Amos Diggory was approaching him. "What was that?"

"Oh," Percy chuckled. "Just another prank form Fred and George," Amos shook his head and jogged back to his cubical. Percy sat down at his desk to begin writing a letter.

Back at Hogwarts…

Harry had began to stir as he'd been unconscious for a month and the Christmas Holidays were approaching them. Ginny had her head on the bed, still holding Harry's hand. Harry sat up, looked at this odd girl. Taking his hand away and put his glasses back on.

"HARRY!" Ginny examined, startling him. "Your awake!" Ginny threw her arms around Harry's neck and kissed him.

'Well at least she's a good kisser,' Harry thought pulling back and stared at her, puzzled. "Do I know you?"

Ginny just giggled at him, "Quit playing, Harry."

'She's got a beautiful smile,' "Who's Harry? Where am I?"

Just then Professor Dumbledore walked in to see a very puzzled Harry awake, "Good afternoon, Mr. Potter."

"You," Harry pointed at Ginny. "And you," Harry said pointing at Dumbledore. "I-I'm Harry Potter?"

"Yes, yes you are," Ginny said slowly. "This is Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster, and I'm Ginny Weasley, you know, your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" She didn't really look that pretty to Harry, she was….okay. Harry had to have seen better than this. Pale skin, with freckles, pasty lips, and red stringy hair. "You're looking…a little…little…rough."

Ginny smiled kindly, "Well, of course silly head. I've been here every night for a month, watching you and praying that you'd be alright. Kind of sad, too tired to charm my make-up on."

"Oh…I'm sorry, sorry I'm such a hassle."

"No, your not, and that's what a wonderful girlfriends is for." Ginny paused a moment. "You do remember me, don't you? And what you said to me before… you went into…a…a…coma?" Ginny asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry, but…I don't."

"Oh….Don't be. It's…o…okay." Ginny felt heartbroken, the only man she ever loved and ever loved her, and he couldn't even remember her.

"Miss Weasley," Ginny looked up to see Professor Dumbledore. Ginny had forgotten that her Headmaster was even in the room. "Well, since you know Mr. Potter more than anyone else, do you think you could show him around, and reintroduce him to Ron and Hermione?"

"Of course." Ginny said standing up, "Come on Harry."

They were walking down the corridor on their way to Gryffindor Common Room. T o everyone's surprise they weren't holding hands, having their arms around each other, kissing, or even acting like they were dating. It was like it was before this year. Harry walking down the hallway and Ginny pinning to his every word. Actually worse than that, you'd have thought this was the first time Harry had ever met Ginny.

"Who's Ron and Hermione?"

"Ron's your best friend, and my older brother. Hermione is your other best friend, and she's mine too. The two of them fancy one another, just neither one of them has the guts to ask the other out."

"Oh. So I'm dating my best friend's little sister?" Ginny just nodded, "Hmmm, what year am I in?"

"You're a fifth year and I'm a fourth."

"Okay," Harry looked like was trying to fit all of this in. "How long have we been dating?"

Ginny looked up at him tears with tears in her eyes, 'This hurts here. We must be extremely close,' Harry thought to himself. "Almost three months." Ginny gave Harry a sad smile that almost broke his heart.

"Did you love me?"

"Yes, and I still do, Harry."

The way Ginny said his name sent chills down his spine, "Did I love you?"

"You said you did," Harry felt her pain. Harry wished badly that he could remember her, and he pulled her into a hug. "Ginny, I'm really sorry, about all of this. I can see why I fell in love with you in the first place. You are such a sweetheart," Ginny just nodded, too chocked up to speak.

"Cotton tails," Ginny said to the fat lady and the portrait swung open. Harry looked at Ginny confused. "Password to get into the common room," Harry gestured for Ginny to go inside first, then Harry had one foot inside when…

"Harry!" Harry turned around to see a pretty Asian girl staring right back at him.

"Y-yes?"

"I've been meaning to talk to you, but since….you've been unconscious. I wrote you a note, here."

Harry took it, "Thanks. What's your name again?" The girl looked at Harry like he had just eaten a Blast-Ended Skrewt.

"Harry's got Amnesia," Ginny butted in.

"Oh. Well, are you two still dating?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think you could explain what happened to Cedric, to Harry then?" Ginny noticed when she said 'Cedric' Cho's eyes still got misty. Obviously Cho still wasn't over Cedric.

"Of course," Cho said good-bye to both of them and headed toward the Ravenclaw Common Room.

Ginny walked back inside and up to her dorm ready to undress, when Ginny felt as if someone was watching her. Ginny slowly turned around to see Harry.

"What are you doing up here?"

Harry shrugged, "Where am I suppose to go then?"

Ginny slapped her hand to her head, "Sorry, Harry, I forgot that you don't know. I was just pre-occupied."

"You think I fancy Cho, don't you?"

Ginny flinched at Cho's name, obviously Harry had been right. "Well, you fancied her before we got together, maybe with your Amnesia reminded you of something, Cho."

"I don't," Harry said shaking his head no. "Cho is still hurting over that Cedric guy. I could feel her pain, like I can feel your pain about me." Ginny gulped as Harry went on, "Who's Cedric, anyways? Can I meet him one day?" Ginny shook her head, and began to tell Harry what had happened half a year ago. Harry joined Ginny by sitting on Ginny's four poster bed. Harry was in shock.

"AND I SURVIVED? HOW?"

"That's a mystery Harry. You have faced Voldemort four times in your life and every time, you are still fine and kicking."

"Oh, so when are you going to tell my parents about my Amnesia."

Ginny's eyes got real watery again, and her voice softened sympathetically, "Harry, your parents have been dead for almost fourteen years. They died, the Halloween after you turned one years old…by Lord Voldemort, that was your first encounter with him."

"Oh," Harry and Ginny sat in silence for a few moments before Harry decided to speak again. "Can you read me what Cho's note says?"

Ginny nodded and began to read:

Dearest Harry,

I hope your doing well, I could be better, of course. No matter what, I'll never forget or stop loving Cedric. The way Ginny and you look at each other reminds me of Cedric and me. If you think I've been avoiding you, you are right. It still is too hard to face the you, when it's so obvious that the two of you are in love. Be lucky that you have Ginny, and never take it for granted. Live every day with her to the fullest. You still have time with her, and I have no more with Cedric, except memories. It's the only way it's kept me sane. Stay with Ginny, she's a keeper!

Your friend,

Cho Chang

P.S. If you ever need anything, I'm here for you.

At the Burrow…

Percy Weasley was desperately writing on a piece of parchment, and looked as if he was in a hurry to finish something.

"Arthur, I have no clue what's wrong with Percy. He came inside didn't even stop to get something to eat, as usual. For the past two weeks, that's all Percy does is race up to his room, about some new assignment he's got and closes himself inside his room. It's not healthy! I think you need to talk to him."

"Molly, he'll be fine. Percy probably has a lot of work to do, with all of this You-Know-Who business, we're all swamped at the ministry. Percy will be fine."

"I hope your right."

How very wrong, Arthur Weasley was. At that very moment Percy was writing Lord Voldemort himself, to tell him is answer. If he'd choose Good over Evil. Or in Voldemort's words: 'Power over the Fear of Power'….