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(A/N): I finally found the link to this haha, and I realized that there were some things wrong with the formatting, hopefully didn't mess you up too bad. Anyhoo, thanks for the reviews!

Harry watched as Ginny left the room, and he stared after her confused. He was feeling something he couldn't describe...was it embarassment? He couldn't put his finger on it...but Ginny had saved his life, whether she knew it or not didn't matter. What matter is that he knew what had happened...and he felt that he owed Ginny something greater than he could give. He sighed and looked back to Ron and Hermione who had worry etched into their faces. In truth, he didn't want to be at The Burrow. He didn't need the memories this place brought to him; the memories of a time where he was in semi-relief. Although, he had never really been in relief. But even so, he needed to at least put a face for his friends.

"Well," he started, "Have you...had any news?"

Ron sighed. "We've tried to listen in on some of the meetings here at the Burrow, but they've been tighter than ever."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "And Fred and George, now that they've become full-fledged members, they won't even open their mouths to us anymore."

Ron grinned. "Although they did accidentally leave some of that ear string on the breakfast table before one meeting."

Harry grinned before realizing what Hermione had said. "Hang on, Fred and George? They're full fledged members now?"

"Mum was furious about it...but Dad talked her into letting them help. After all, no one knows Hogwarts better than them." replied Ron.

"Right." replied Harry slowly. He looked to the Weasley clock, no one was in any life-threatening danger as far. "What about Grimmauld's?"

Ron's face darkened. "Well...we're not sure. Dad said there was a lot of things to work out about what'll happen to that place."

"Children! Lunch is ready!" Mrs. Weasley chimed from the kitchen. Harry followed Ron and Hermione into the kitchen where Ginny was seated at the table.

"Honestly, we tried to get you out of that muggle house sooner, things have just been...so difficult." Mrs. Weasley said as she loaded a dish full for Harry.

Harry gave a small smile. "It's alright. I'm just glad to be here now."

He glanced at Ginny who was staring at her plate playing with her food. She looked different somehow, her hair was longer now...she looked more grown up, in her eyes he saw that. Then again, Ron and Hermione looked older as well, he guessed he had joined them but he hadn't really bothered to look at a mirror.

He saw Ginny sigh before seemingly gathering herself. "So, anyone up for a game of quidditch after lunch?"

Ron frowned. "Ginny, why must you insist? That's all I've heard this summer, quidditch. Really, I love it as much as the next guy but honestly you're obssessed."

She stuck her tounge out at him. "I just want to be ready for tryouts this year."

Harry looked up. "You're trying out?"

She looked to him. "Yes, chaser. I wasn't meant for seeker really."

"And she's been absolutely deranged ever since." Hermione said with a grin.

"Like said before, I just want to be ready." Ginny sighed amused. "So what do you say Harry, up for it?"

He looked her in the eye, for the first time since he had arrived, and he saw something else. Something he couldn't quite describe, but somehow he knew she was also not being honest with them.

"Of course." he replied, "Loser has to..."

"Get rid of those blasted gnomes!" Mrs. Weasley chimed in heatedly, "Seem they've quadrupled this summer and it's quite tiring!"

Harry grinned, "Well then, gnomes it is."

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Ginny walked into the kitchen as dusk had fallen and the light blue sky had started to fade into a reddish yellow.

"Ginny! You're absolutely filthy!" Mrs. Weasley exlcaimed as she caught sight of Ginny.

Ginny grinned and caught sight of her reflection in a nearby mirror. In truth, she was absolutely filthy. Her face was smudged with dirt, her hair was sweaty, and her robes were completely horrible yet through all this she had a wide smile on her face. She had beaten him, she had beaten Harry Potter in a quidditch game. Of course, it wasn't really a proper game, having only two players on each side, but after convincing Hermione onto a broom they figured a game out. Really, Hermione wasn't meant for being in the air, she was hardly moving around and left most of the goal scoring to her. Luckily for her, Ron had been distracted trying to help Hermione to keep from falling and her and Harry had gone head to head. And what a wonderful head to head it had been that now she found herself about to take a long shower while Harry and Ron were tending to the gnomes in the yard.

"Yes mum, I'm absolutely filthy!" she exclaimed happily and pranced off to the stairs. Hermione entered the kitchen with a tired sigh.

"Whatever is the matter with Ginny??" Mrs. Weasley said as she looked after her daughter in a daze.

Hermione shrugged. "Quidditch."

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"This is all your fault Potter." Ron grumbled as he struggled to hold down a feisty gnome.

Harry scoffed. "Well, if you wouldn't have been so preoccupied with helping Hermione we could have won." For some reason this made Ron blush.

Swiftly Ron grabbed at the gnome and with a quick spin threw it violently (more so than usual) into the distance.

"Are we about done?" Harry asked as he threw his own, but not before being bitten smartly on his palm. He then muttered something Hermione would've blushed to have heard.

Ron stifled a laugh. "Calm down, happens to me all the time."

Harry looked down to his hand, which now had bleeding teeth marks on his palm. "Doesn't hurt any less." he grumbled as they made their way into the kitchen.

Ginny and Hermione were sitting at the table with two identical smug smiles on their faces, but before anything could be said they heard a loud crack, and there was Mr. Weasley as flustered as ever.

"Arthur! Where have you been?" Molly Weasley exclaimed as she rushed to his side in concern.

He seemed in a daze and stumbled into a chair. "Molly..something....something has happened...this could change everything...."

Her eyes widened. "Change everything?? What are you going on about??"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was the most tired and scraggly Harry had ever seen him, he subconciously cursed himself knowing that somehow he had been the cause. After all, everything that happened in the Order was somehow connected to him.

"I've...I've....become the new minister." he said almost in a whisper, as if though he said it too loud it would fade away.

Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp and plopped onto a nearby chair. He knew Ron, himself, and Hermione had looks of complete bewilderment on their faces. Ginny though, she had something else on her face; a smile from ear to ear. She rushed up to her father and embraced him in a bone-crushing hug ('finally' he thought 'I know to who the 'bone-crushing' hug gene from Mrs. Weasley went to').

"Congratulations dad!" she exclaimed, Mr. Weasley's expression had changed from a distant one to a smile as well, but before he could react Mrs. Weasley had decided to follow in Ginny's suite.

"Oh Arthur! That's wonderful!"

Mr. Weasley flailed his arms around a bit. "Molly! I can't breathe!"

She let him go. "Oh, sorry about that hun but it's so--"

"Perfect!" Ron said, "Now you can show those crackpots at the ministry how to do their job!"

Hermione shot him a dissaproving look. "They're not crackpots Ron, just terribly misguided."

"Oh really? Well then last year they did a fabulous job didn't they?!" he returned hotly before glancing at Harry and recoiling completely. They had all promised not to mention last year in Harry's precense. They had promised to help him forget, now he felt terrible, but Harry caught this.

"What's the matter Ron? You two were about to go at it rather nicely?" he asked cleverly avoiding what no one wanted to talk about, yet making his point clear. Ginny cast him a knowing look.

Ron blushed lightly. "Oh...I just...lost my train of thought."

"And that's so rare isn't it?" Ginny offered, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Ron scowled at her. "You better be glad I'm not over there."

"You couldn't catch me anyways."

It was as if that one last line sparked something in Ron, because he immediatly started after Ginny. And my were they two fast siblings.

"Ginny! Ron!" Molly exclaimed exasperatedly before giving up, "Oh, they'll come to eventually..."

Hermione grinned at Harry as she heard a clatter in the distance followed by a distinct "Ow!". She realized that Harry once again had that distant look in his eye, yet he had a smile hidden right beneath that. Ginny and Ron, he had come to find, were quite amusing when put together.

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Ginny had woken early in the morning once again, it had been a week maybe after their initial Quidditch match. She was pleased to find that they had all been getting very accustomed to Mr. Weasley as the new minister of magic. Though, he had told them all (the rest of the Weasleys were informed immediatly) to keep it quiet. The public wasn't to know until much later in the summer. He had been very absent lately, busy with getting things reorganized. Though as she was unpleased to find, Harry had been avoiding being alone with her at all costs. It frustrated her to no end, she was only trying to be there for him in the same way as

Hermione and Ron were....but was it in the same way?

'Don't be stupid Ginny...' she thought to herself as she decended the stairs 'Harry Potter will never look at you like that, and you already gave up...'

"Ginny?" She was startled out of her reverie by the sound of a voice. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach when she realized who it belonged to.

"Harry," she said quietly, "Didn't know you were an early riser."

"I'm not," he said breezily, "Just couldn't sleep any longer."

She walked over to the kitchen table where he was sitting, debating to herself whether she should sit down with him. She decided she might as well, this was the first time in a week they had gotten a chance alone to talk. But as she sat down, he seemed to have realized that he was alone with her and stiffened in his chair.

"Well, I better go back to bed...get in some more sleep."

She felt her anger rising, she did not like to be ignored. Especially not by someone who had no reason to do so.

"Harry stop!" she exclaimed heatedly. He turned around in surprise but she continued before he could speak. "Why have you been avoiding me? I didn't do anything to you, and frankly I'd like to know why."

He looked like a deer caught in headlights, as if her confronting him had never been a possibility. He was clearly mistaken as to the kind of person Ginny really was then.

"I er.. I've just been...busy..." he stumbled as he tried to find a way to say this. Although usually he wouldn't have had a problem lying about how he felt.

Ginny scowled. "Busy? Busy I presume contemplating on how you need to be alone to fight Voldermort." Harry realized that Ginny had probably said his name without realizing it, he hadn't heard her say it before. "You're not alone. Harry, didn't my letter mean anything to you?"

He seemed completely dumbfounded and she thought as to whether she had said anythig really offending....she hadn't had she?

"Ginny, your letter meant more to me than you know. Than anyone knows. But..." he started to pace around a bit once again searching for words, "There's....there's a way things are. I'm...I'm the Boy Who Lived and people need me to be that, for their own sake. I'm the one supposed to fight Voldermort...and in a way I need to be the person they want me to be. The boy who'll kill Voldermort alone. It's the only way I can seem to help, to put people's fears at rest. The only way that I can even help myself." He quickly shut his mouth, alarmed at how much he had shared with someone he barely knew. He expected she would never want a moment alone with him again. Yet, he was suprised to find a small grin on her face; a tired grin, but a grin none the less.

"What is it?" he asked confused.

"It's interesting," she started, "How you come to the conclusion that you can help people by just being you, because for the first time you're right. Well, except for that alone part but I guess we'll have to work on it Potter." And with that, she swept out of the room without another word. Had she just insulted him and complimented him at the same time? He'd told her more in those two minutes than he had allowed himself to even tell Hermione and Ron. He shrugged to himself, Ginny was interesting herself.

(A/N: Yeah. Long (for me lol) haha... a bit choppy, sorry about that. Anyhoo...more soon hopefully!)