(A/N: You guys.I know you're reading this, why aren't you reviewing??? -_- ; Please review! And sorry for taking so long.gomen nasai.) Nerwen Faelvirin: Thanks for reviewing ^^ I appreciate it. i dont have a heart: Thanks! ^^ Yeah, I think it's kinda weird that Dudley's being nice, too. ^^ Aldrea2: *bows* Arigato! ^^ Thanks for your comments. Yes, I rather like the tiger ^^ lol, you'll see it later, don't worry. TIm: (although I'm sure you meant Tim) ^^ hey! Thanks for finally reading and reviewing ^^ WAHOO! Lol, yeah, I guess the tiger does kinda stand out ^^; Kati: Thanks! Lol, you'll just have to keep reading, that's why I put hooks in. ^^ Yeah, I was hoping someone would notice that I was emulating Rowling's style in the last chapter. But I'll try to keep to my own style from now on ^^. Please keep reviewing you guys!!)

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Chapter 2 Through the Grapevine

The heat was almost unbearable. The brown grass crinkled as grasshoppers jumped around restlessly. Cicadas buzzed among the green trees in the forest behind the Burrow. The blazing sun beat down forming a halo around a head of red hair.

Ginny Weasley sat in the path of light streaming in through the open window listening to her mother reading a selection to her form one of her homemaking books. Ginny's mind unsurprisingly strayed from the words, her shoulders twitching fretfully in her cotton shirt. A drop of sweat slid slowly between her breasts tickling her skin, seemingly knowing that she could not scratch.

Finally, Mrs. Weasley brought her reading to an end and excused Ginny, bustling to the kitchen muttering something about lunch. Ginny gratefully got out of her chair and went outside. She stood in the yard for a while, the chickens pecking at the dry ground around her. After a few moments with no breath of wind, she turned and walked into the woods. Walking through the trees she noticed that the shade provided little relief.

A few minutes later she decided to turn back for lunch when she suddenly noticed that something was different. The air smelled different and it wasn't as oppressive. The light was dimmer than before as if clouds suddenly obscured the sky; and the cicada's music had diminished.

Ginny quickly turned around, but nothing was the same.

Her heart began thudding loudly against her chest; adrenaline raced into her legs, the coolness mobilizing them to a frantic sprint in the direction she was supposed to have come from. She desperately turned her head, her eyes wildly searching for something familiar.

After a while her adrenaline rush subsided and fatigue set in. She came up to a wall of vines bursting with wild grapes and sat down, panting hard.

"Who's there?"

Ginny jumped in surprise standing up and staring wildly around for the source of the voice. A rustling came from behind the vines and she turned backing away.

"Who's there?" the voice repeated.

Finding her voice, Ginny finally squeaked out, "Um.Seraphina."

"What are you doing here?"

"I-I don't know."

This answer was greeted with a tense silence. Then the voice softened and asked, "Where are you from, then?"

"Not here," said Ginny, taken aback by the grim tone that she took. "What about YOU? What's YOUR name? Why are YOU here? Where do YOU come from?"

"My name is Amon and I live here."

"Oh.." Ginny lowered her head in embarrassment although she knew that the boy through the wall could not see her. "I'm sorry, I'll leave then," she said, wondering how she could possibly get back.

"No! Wait.." Ginny paused, surprised by the pleading tone that had been so commanding before. "You might as well stay."

"Uh.o.k.." Ginny cautiously sat down next to the wall.

"How old are you?"

"How about no specifics?" Ginny's memory of Riddle's diary stood out painfully in her mind.

"Okay, so I suppose Seraphina isn't your real name, is it?" Silence. "I see.so, you sound about my age.sixteen, perhaps?"

"Perhaps." Taking a stab in the dark, Ginny decided to ask if this 'Amon' knew how she could get back. "Do you, by any chance, know how I can get back?"

"Er.I suppose you could just go back the way you came."

Ginny mentally smacked her head, thinking, 'You idiot!'

(A/N: Hey, guys! Some name help: Seraphina is English for "fiery" and Amon is from Egyption mythology and it means "the hidden one." Can you guess who Amon really is? ^^ heh. A question for my reviewers: Which style do you like better for this fan fic: mine or Ms. Rowling's? Please R&R!!)