Lana knew in that instant, that something was terribly wrong. She was about to ask why she should go, when she fell through the blackness, the water sensation enveloping her, drowning her, she was screaming and then...

Bright white light.

Lana blinked. The light was still there. She shut her eyes tight, liking, almost loving the blackness that was there.

Her whole body ached. Her heart ached. Her head ached. And she was so tired. So very very tired. Sleep. She needed to go back to sleep.

Back to sleep? Since when was I - oh, right. Lana thought, Im unconcious when I go the Ghost -

Her face crumpled and the tears spilt, and she rolled onto her side and buried her face in the soft, fluffly pillow that was there.

She didnt know where she was - she didnt care how shed got there - all she could feel was the pain. The pain of Sirius not saying that he loved her - that burned her more than the slap across the face had.

Moving her arms so they were at the side of her, she then pulled the quilt around her and over her head, hiding herself. She put her hands in her hair, pulling at it slightly, and kicked the bed.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screamed, sobbing into the already wet pillow.

Lana heard heavy footsteps. Oh well, she thought. Let the come. I dont care. Im in pain.

~*~*~*~*~*~12 GRIMMAULD PLACE:SATURDAY, 22ND JULY~*~*~*~*~*~

The boy who lived. Harry Potter. Was sat, in Ginnys bedroom, at 12, Grimmauld Place. He'd been taken there, along with the Weasley clan, in the early hours of the morning. From what he could get out of Moody, which wasnt a lot, Harry figured there had been some kind of attack. And with Lupin and Lana not there, Harry couldnt help but think that they had gotten caught up in it somehow.

He hated this house. Sirius had hated it. Harry hated it because Sirius wasnt in it. Even if he did spend a lot of time with Buckbeak, and moping around, it was still Sirius. Sirius had still been there. And now without him, although bursting with life and people all the time - It seemed empty to Harry.

He stared ahead, into a mirror. As per usual, his black hair wouldnt go normal. So he scruffed it up some more, just like his dad used to. Maybe he should grow it long, like Sirius used to. Harry laughed as he thought this - it was messy enough as it was now, never mind hanging just above his shoulders!!

Ron was asleep, as was Hermione.

About 10 minutes ago, he had knocked gently on Ginny Weasleys bedroom door. He knew that he could talk to Ginny - She had told him when he was behaving out of line, and she had listened to him when he really needed someone.

She had answered the door, newly cut hair slightly messy, yawned and then let Harry in. She had a red robe tied around her, and Harry had caught his eyes wandering a few times.

Now Ginny was sat, leaning against the wall on the bed, quilt wrapped around her. She looked tired, but listened to Harry talk about Lana.

"And, she has a firey temper. You should have seen her punch Snape, it was..." his eyes glazed over. "The best thing ever."

Ginny giggled. Shed seen Lana at work on the punchbag when shed stayed at the Burrow, never mind punching Snape! She sighed. Ginny would never let on just how glad she was that Harry had knocked on her door, even tho it was 7am and that shed only just gotten to sleep.

Harry leant back on the wall next to Ginny. He smiled at her, and she blushed a little. His smile faded and something came over him, like a sheet.

"You miss him, dont you?" Ginny asked softly.

"Sirius? Oh yeah. I miss him. All the time. And being here, it makes it worse." said Harry, sighing. "Now that I have a Godmother, I think...Maybe things will get a bit better. Not exactly the way they were, cos things will never be...exactly."

Ginny ran a hand over her hair. "Harry...A lot of people care for you. A lot of people love you. And I know that might not seem like much to you, because Sirius was your family, and I know that Im not, but Harry....I care. I do. Alot."

Harry felt himself blushing. He wasnt sure what Ginny was trying to tell him, but he knew, deep down, that she was trying to tell him something...Else. He was no good at this girl thing, where was Hermione when you needed her?!?! But he had started to look at Ginny in a different light over the last few days. Not all at once, but gradually...

"Okay...Now Ive made you uncomfortable." Ginny said, a little upset that he hadnt - well what did you expect, you idiot?! She thought to herself. Hermione had blatantly told Harry that Ginny had given up on him; Hes not going to think you like him in that way any more....So do something...Girl, make your move! Times a wasting, Ginny Weasley!! She laughed under her breath at what she was thinking.

Turning to look at Ginny, Harry smiled. (Oh look at his perfect smile, Ginny thought.)

"I care about you too, Gin." he said, a little too...Not caring.

Dammit, Ginny thought. You know what? Im just going to kiss him. Im going to kiss Harry Potter.

Ginny put her hand on Harrys arm, and twisted around slightly. Leaning forward, she kissed him softly on the lips.

Harry was a little shocked, he hadnt seen this coming, but hey, at least she wasnt crying! He wasnt sure what to do, but he put his hands on Ginnys waist and pulled her closer.

Ginny put her hands in Harrys messy black hair, deepening the kiss as she pushed her tongue into Harrys mouth, masaging his tongue with hers.

The kiss carried on for a minute or so, slowly and softly, until Ginny backed away from Harry, feeling extremely embarassed.

"Well..." Harry said, feeling breathless and embarassed.

Ginny smiled weakly. "Hmmm..."

There was a loud bang from upstairs and Harry jumped off the bed.

"I should - " he said, and almost ran out of the door, leaving Ginny feeling even more confused than before.