Come Away With Me

Disclaimer: Same as last chapter.poor college student no writtey Harry Potter.

Dedication for this chapter: This chapter is definitely dedicated to my loyal reviewer Lawwren.she was the first person to put me on her favorites list. (MUAH! Thanks girl!) And she gave me some very good constructive criticism. Thanks so much! (Just a note though.I was planning to continue on with the story anyways.even if people told me to stop.he he he I'm evil.so the last chapter was supposed to be just an overview of Ginny's life to just let you see how she feels that she's been ignored and neglected, and so on and so forth. So without further adieu-
Chapter 2: I Can't Hide Beneath My Sheets

The sun just slipped its note below my door

And I can't hide beneath my sheets

I've read the words before so now I know

The time has come again for me

And I'm feelin' the same way all over again

Feelin' the same way all over again

Singin' the same lines all over again

No matter how much I pretend

Another day that I can't find my head

My feet don't look like they're my own

I'll try and find the floor below to stand

And I hope I reach it once again

And I'm feelin' the same way...

"Feelin' the Same Way" by Nora Jones

It was just another day in the life of Harry Potter: have horrible nightmares, wake up at the crack of dawn from horrible nightmares, lay in bed for hours listening to Neville snore, have Ron pounce on your bed telling you to get up, wondering why you can't stay in bed all day, realize that you can't hide beneath your sheets, and then get up to face another day. The sad thing though is that it wasn't even 8:00 in the morning yet and Harry was already dreading the day. You see Harry was constantly tortured by nightly dreams of the actions of Lord Voldemort, nightmares that would make even the strongest man quake. He then had to wake up and face the looks he constantly received from his classmates. Unknowingly to all, Harry was definitely starting to feel the weight of the multiple murders that had been performed by the death eaters on his shoulders. He blamed himself with every breath that he took for Cedric Diggory's death because he, Harry, was alive and Cedric was dead. Harry even started having daydreams about what life would have been like if he had been murdered instead of Cedric.

Yes, another day was about to start and he was feeling the same way that he always did. Horrid. It didn't help matters that he hadn't come to bed until the early hours of the morning either. Harry pulled himself out of bed, took a quick shower, and then hastily pulled on his uniform and school robes noticing that Ron had already departed for the Common Room. He caught up with Ron and Hermione in the Common Room and caught the last snitch of their conversation.

"I hope this years Halloween feast is a little more.hmmm.pleasant this year," said Hermione.

"I know what you mean. I mean last year with the goblet and all...things were just a little bit."

"Awkward," said Hermione finishing off for Ron. Harry decided that it was probably best that he clear his throat at that point to announce his arrival. "Oh hi Harry," said Hermione looking extremely uncomfortable at the moment.

"Well then let's get to breakfast then, shall we?" asked Ron trying to cover up his discomfort as well. Harry and Hermione nodded and the three made their way to the Great Hall.

When the three entered the Great Hall there was a noticeable shift in chatter. The room suddenly became a notch quieter and everyone seemed to look a little tenser. 'Just ignore it. It has nothing to do with me. Nothing at all. What in the hell am I thinking? Of course it has to do with me! As does everything that goes wrong in the blasted school!' thought Harry as he, Ron and Hermione quietly made their way to the Gryffindor table.

Harry sat down across from Ron and Hermione and next to Dean. He looked at the selection for breakfast noticing that Ron had already grabbed more than half of each item and was currently shoveling his food into his mouth. 'Oh great.at least one things seems to be normal today. I don't know what I'd do if I sat down at a table and Ron didn't devour everything in sight at once.'

"You goin' ter eatd or wha, 'arry" said Ron through a mouth full of food.

"Ron! Stop eating with your mouth full! That is absolutely disgusting," said Hermione.

"Shove it Mione, I can talk with my mouth full if I want to and you can't do anything about it!" Ron proceeded to shovel a huge helping of eggs into his mouth and then turned to Harry. "Cn't I 'arry?" Harry could tell that Ron had just touched Hermione's last nerve.

"RONALD WEASLEY YOU ARE THE MOST INCOURAGABLE.BOY.ALIVE! YOU CAN "SHOVE IT" FOR ALL I CARE!" Hermione yelled and then turned on her heel and ran out of the room. Harry looked at Ron who currently had his head between his hands and was making some odd noises that almost sounded like.moaning. Interesting.

"Good one Ron! Nice way to start the day," said Harry.

"Oh.shove it Harry! Bloody hell, I better go after her!" said Ron, who proceeded to stand up and take off in the direction of Hermione."

'Maybe I should've just stayed in bed and played sick today.' thought Harry as he grabbed a piece of toast and started to butter it. He quietly shut out the rest of the conversations that were taking place in the Great Hall and began to daydream again. Little did he know though was that there was a petite red headed girl who was sitting at the other end of the table watching Harry with a concerned look in her eyes.

When Harry finally came back to his senses he realized that most of the Great Hall had cleared and that if he didn't leave at that very second he would be late for the one class that he never wanted to be late for, Double Potions with the Slytherins. Harry threw his bag over his shoulder and took off through the halls and a hurtling pace. He made it into the dungeons just as Snape was about to close the door.

"Well, Potter it's nice of you to fit us into your busy schedule. Please sit down. Five points from Gryffindor for Mr. Potter's inability to get here sooner," sneered Professor Snape as Harry quietly made his way to his seat, which was consequently next to Neville because Ron and Hermione had made up, listening to the sneers and snickers of the Slytherins.

"What Potter, hear the call of a maiden in distress and feel the need to save the day again?" snickered Malfoy, causing the Slytherins to yet again break into a raucous display of guffaws.

Harry grumbled as he pulled out his text. 'Could my day possibly get any better?' Harry thought sarcastically.

Potions ended in a disaster. The potion that they were required to make that day didn't seem to mix well with Neville and it.well.exploded. All over Neville. Of course Snape was furious and he took 25 points away from Gryffindor as well as giving Neville a week of detentions.

"Potter, take that sniveling classmate of yours up to the infirmary now!" Harry nodded and grabbed hold of the one non-sticky part of Neville's robes and led him to the hospital wing.

The rest of the day seemed to pass away without quite as much pain and Harry soon found himself in his last class of the day, History of Magic. For once Professor Binns wasn't lecturing on the Goblin Revolutions. No, it seemed that Dumbledore has specifically requested that Binns teach the class about the fateful proceedings of a night exactly 14 years prior, October 31, 1981. Professor Binns described the night that Harry defeated Voldemort the first time as well as the death of Harry's parents in acute detail.

Harry found himself getting increasingly more and more uncomfortable with each passing sentence. Without noticing he had slowly edged his way to the front of his seat and had started clinching his fists to the point that his knuckles were white. Every once in a while someone in the class would glance to the back of the classroom to where he was sitting and make a sympathetic face thinking that it would help. Well, it didn't. On the contrary all it did was wind him up a little bit more. Ron and Hermione were looking in his direction with worry written all over their faces.

As soon as class ended Harry bolted out of the classroom not even bothering to wait for Ron and Hermione. He could hear them calling after him but he didn't care. He was rushing as fast as he could to get away from that classroom and make his way to the Quidditch pitch. He wasn't even going to bother going back up to Gryffindor Tower to retrieve his Firebolt.

"Harry! Wait up!" Ron yelled as he started gaining on him. Ron was quite tall for his age and had extremely long legs giving him the advantage. Harry was still pretty fast though due to Quidditch. Finally Ron caught up with Harry and grabbed him by the arm to slow him down. "Harry.you.ok?"

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OK RON?" Harry yelled. "MY PARENTS BLOODY DIED 14 YEARS AGO TODAY! EVERYONE KEEPS GIVING ME BLOODY SYMPATHETIC LOOKS AND NO ONE BLOODY UNDERSTANDS! SO NO RON! I'M NOT OK!" Harry then turned around and stormed away leaving Ron slack-mouthed, jaw hanging open. Only then did Hermione finally catch up to where Ron, and previously Harry, was standing.

"Is.he.ok? What.happened? I.think.I'm.going.to.die.from.lack.of oxygen!" Hermione gasped.

"Hermione, you seriously need to start getting in shape if you're going to keep up with Harry and me," said Ron jokingly.

Hermione stood up straight, looked him in the eye, punched him, and then stormed off.

"Bloody brilliant Ron! You just know how to handle friendships! You're the perfect bloody people person!" mumbled Ron, as he turned and headed his way toward Gryffindor Tower to drop off his books.

By the time Harry had gotten to the grounds he had had a chance to cool off and he decided that he really did need to talk to someone, and that someone just happened to be a huge, hairy, half giant that goes by the name of Hagrid.

"'arry, 'ow you doin'? I 'aven't seen you in quite awhile," said Hagrid as he opened the door to his cabin that was situated near the Forbidden Forest.

"Well, Hagrid to tell you the truth.I haven't.well I don't really know.urgh.it's just been hard Hagrid. I mean.Ron and Hermione are constantly bickering.and it's getting worse. And well.they died today Hagrid. And." Harry was soon swept into a bone crushing hug.

"'arry you just sit yerself right down while I make a cup of tea and we'll talk all about it."

Surprisingly enough, Harry felt a lot better after his long discussion with Hagrid. It was so long in fact that he had actually missed the Halloween feast. He was still a bit antsy though so he decided that a good turn around the Quidditch pitch might be the perfect cure.

"Accio Broom!" Harry called when he reached the inside of the Quidditch pitch. He set out his bag full of books and waited patiently for his broom. Soon he caught sight of his Firebolt speeding through the air straight toward him, cutting through the air as if it were butter, and then suddenly it stopped right next to him as if waiting for him to climb on. Harry slipped off his burdensome robes, threw them onto the ground next to his books and then climbed on his broom and took of through the air.

It felt wonderful to be on his broom again. It seemed that his broom was the only place that he felt complete. On his Firebolt he could sort out all of his thoughts and every confusing situation or dream that had occurred since he had last taken flight. He could get away from the constant bickering of Ron and Hermione; the anxious, pitying or even hateful stares he received from his classmates; and he could keep himself from daydreaming, sleeping, or even thinking about Voldemort and all of the terrible things that he had done throughout the years. Up there he could think about someone who had come to quite intrigue him, and no it was not Cho. Once Cedric had died Harry had come to realize that there could never be anything between them. Instead of making his stomach feel like it was full of Cornish Pixies, he instead felt a knot of guilt. He constantly blamed himself for Cedric's death and when he had to see Cho grieving day in and day out, it just caused the burden to be so much harder to bear.

The person Harry would think about, while soaring through the skies, was surprisingly enough the littlest Weasley, Ginny. He couldn't exactly place when he had started to think about her exactly. He couldn't even pin point the reason why he had started but all he knew was that something about Ginny intrigued him. Maybe it was her quiet nature and how she would just quietly smile and wave at him when he passed by in the halls. Maybe it was the way she always ran to comfort Hermione while he was talking to Ron whenever those two got in a fight, which was quite often. Maybe it was the way the fire reflected in her hair when she sat by the fire reading or maybe it was the smile that she got on her face whenever she was reading a particularly interesting part. Whatever it was, Harry caught himself thinking about her whenever he was flying.

He had always wanted a family like the Weasley's. He had heard from Hermione at one point or another that Ron and Ginny used to be quite close, in fact closer than Fred and George, but once Ron had left for Hogwarts he had started to dwindle away from his relationship with his sister. She had also told him that Ginny sometimes felt as though no one noticed her and that she felt alone, 'but that's between you and me' she'd said. Harry knew what it felt like to be alone. Hell, he had been alone his whole life. If not for Ron, Hermione and Hagrid, he probably would've done something rash.

By the time Harry landed it was well after dark. Actually, it had been dark for more than several hours. Luckily he always had his invisibility cloak with him. He put on his robes because it had gotten a bit nippy outside and then sat down on the pitch and looked at the stars. Harry hoped with all his might that his parents were up there somewhere happy and watching over him. His parents. It was the anniversary of their death today. His mother had died protecting him; it was his fault that she was dead. 'No,' he thought, 'it's Wormtail's fault. He told Voldemort where they were hidden. HE betrayed them.' He continued thinking. 'But, Cedric's death is entirely my fault. If I hadn't let Wormtail go after third year then Sirius and Remus would have killed him and then he couldn't have killed Cedric or helped Voldemort return to his body.' He was feeling the same way that he had felt several times before, misery was a constant companion for Harry Potter. Feeling extremely down in spirits Harry got up, grabbed his bag and Firebolt and made his way back toward the castle.

When he reached the doors he pulled out his invisibility cloak and slung it over his shoulders. As soon as he had gotten inside the door and started tip toeing toward the stairs his stomach grumbled.loud. Very loud, actually. So, he turned around and headed toward the kitchens. He was positive that Doby would be able to scrounge something up for him. He always did. Once he reached the portrait of the fruit bowl, he tickled the pear and then headed into the kitchen. He was suddenly bombarded by a little being, wearing mismatched socks and a tea cozy, which grabbed onto Harry's legs and hugged with all his might.

"Harry Potter has come to visit Doby once again!" squeaked the tiny House Elf. "Doby is so pleased. What can Doby do for you?" Doby asked with a gigantic smile on his face.

"Well Doby, it's good to see you again too."

"Good to see Doby! Good to see Doby! Harry Potter is such a wonderful, kind wizard," Doby squeaked and pulled out a hanky to dab the tears away from his eyes.

"Anyway," continued Harry feeling quite awkward, "I was wondering- if it isn't any trouble- if there was any food left from the feast. I didn't eat tonight and I'm quite hungry," Harry was interrupted by his stomach grumbling once again, "As you can see."

"It would be my honor Harry Potter, sir. We will fix you something real quick. Just give Doby a minute and he will be back with a feast fit for a king."

"Doby you don't..." but before Harry could finish Doby was gone. True to his word Doby was back in less than a minute with a plate full. Harry sat down at one of the little preparing tables and dug in. He talked to Doby for a while and listened to his accounts about what a magnanimous wizard Dumbledore is and that he had been given a raise (hanky in hand). Doby also brought over a blushing Winky and told Harry that he and Winky were getting married soon. Harry could tell that Winky had become a lot happier since the previous time he had seen her and smiled and told them Congratulations.

By the time Harry left the kitchen it was well after midnight. He slung his invisibility cloak over his shoulder again and made his way up to the common room. He gave the password "pumpkin pasties" to the Fat Lady and quietly stepped into the Common Room. He started heading his way over to the stairs which led up to the boy's dormitories until he heard a small thump coming from behind him. Harry turned around wondering what or who could've caused the noise and caught sight of someone in the room who had dropped their book. Lying on the sofa was Ginny Weasley sleeping peacefully. He stepped closer so he could see her in the light of the fire. The light was still so poor that he carefully and quietly made his way next to her and sat on the opposite side of the sofa, as to not awaken her. He was amazed at how she intricately had her wand holding her hair up. A few strands had slipped out and were caressing her soft white skin. He noticed how the fire light reflected in her hair, as it usually does, creating colors of crimson and gold. He suddenly began to wonder why no one had noticed Ginny sleeping on the sofa and had awoken her so that she could sleep in the comfort of her own bed. Then he remembered what Hermione had said, and he realized that not too many people noticed the littlest Weasley and he began to feel immensely guilty.

Ginny began to stir and Harry became nervous. He carefully stood up and started making his way across the Common Room when he realized that Ginny was having a nightmare.

"No Tom, not Harry. Why Harry? Stop! No.will not! You can't make me!" Ginny began to toss and turn and Harry began to worry. He rushed back to her side. "Harry! No.what have you done Tom?" Ginny slowly began to cry. Harry had never seen anyone cry in their dreams. It was quite amazing "Harry! Where are you?" Ginny suddenly whimpered. "Why did you leave me?" Harry suddenly grabbed Ginny's hand and began to rub it. Although he felt a little awkward. He had never even really spoken to Ginny before yet here he was holding her hand and trying to comfort her sleeping form.

"Shh.Ginny. It's ok. I'm here. Look Ginny, it's me Harry. Everything's ok." He whispered, hoping that what he was saying would help in the slightest. Slowly Ginny began to calm down a little although tears still streamed from beneath her eyelids. He timidly raised a hand and wiped away some stray tears. "Come on Gin. Everything's alright. Wake up." He gently began to shake her feeling guilty for waking her and she slowly opened her eyes showing huge brown orbs full of fright and confusion.

"Harry?" Ginny asked as her eyes slowly came to focus and Harry could tell that her eyes were slowly becoming large out of fear. Fear because he had heard her nightmare. He understood completely. He hated it when people heard his nightmares so he had taken it upon himself to learn a silencing charm to place around his bed while he was sleeping. Little did he know but so had Ginny.

"Yeah Gin, it's me." Ginny drew in a deep breath and exhaled. He could tell that she was starting to calm down a little.

"You're here? Don't disappear again."

Harry noticed that he was still holding Ginny's hand and he squeezed it. "Yeah Gin, I'm here. I'm sorry." Knowing that she was talking about how he had disappeared several times throughout the year and that he also disappeared during her nightmare and that worried her. And, oddly enough, he didn't want to worry her- ever.

"Good." Ginny slowly began to blush. "Hey."

"Hey Gin." Harry smiled and for the first time in a long time it was a real smile. 'Maybe this day isn't so bad after all.'

A/N: Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers. Sorry about the last chapter! I wrote it in one night and didn't even read over it. I know there were several errors. It took me a very long time to write this chapter so I hope you liked it! Review please and tell me what you think. I have no idea when I will have the next chapter up- possibly Sunday. After that I have to work around my busy and hectic college schedule! I also wanted to dedicate the last chapter to my friend Aimee who listens to all my ideas of my stories and then comes over so that I can read them to her. She has been wonderful and I just wanted to say thanks! Also, Guerry- Here's my shot out to you! We will be the female versions of Matt and Ben one of these days! Well, I'd better go ahead and stop typing and post this thing already.

With Love,

Punkin/Buttamellow