(IMPORTANT: it has been brought to my attention, that I made an error in my first wording of this. To anyone one who read the comment, and was offended by it, it was not meant to offend anyone, only to make a point. I have re- worded it, and I would like to sent a thank you to Lady Laughing Owl who rocks, and brought this to my attention. If at anytime you feel offended by anything I write, please don't be afraid to send me a review saying so. I will always be willing to change it when you make a good point. Thank you,)

Alrightly, so I'm write two fan fictions at one time- go me:P this is my second Harry Potter Fiction, and my second Harry/Ginny fiction. Umm yea, I don't know if I'll have Ron/ Hermione, or not- prolly will, just because it's funny. Please Review! Bad comments are allowed, but please don't flame for the shake of flaming, eg; your story so dumb! You suck so much! Why would you make something so shitty?! Give me a reason why you think is shitty, and dumb. Please forgive my spelling and grammar I'm not very good at either of those things.

NOTE: I'm re-doing all the chapters, and useing a new program. please, stand by

Disclaimer: All charters belong to JK Rolling- not me. As much as I may wish.

Chapter One-Ginny's POV

I stared blankly at my breakfast. I didn't eat anything, just sort of pushed it around my plate. No one seemed to notice, not that anyone noticing was anything new. I looked up around the table, Fred and George where talking about there newest product, it was a 'party in a can,' they called it. Apparently when you opened the can streamers and such popped out- mum was just happy to hear that this was not created for pranking someone. Ron was talking with Dad about muggles. I sighed, and pushed my plate away, "Thanks, it was good," I said, before anyone could notice I didn't eat anything. I heard mom say something as I walked up the stairs, but I pretended I couldn't hear her. That's easy to do, because she's normally busy with the boy.

I opened my bed room door, and sat on my bed. Harry was coming tonight. Mum said she received and owl from Dumbledore saying Harry could come, and Harry fully agreed. In order to keep things as normal as possible around his aunt and uncle, they where driving this time, and only Ron was going to the house. I stood up, and looked into the mirror- I had changed over the last year-hell; I had changed over the past month. Mum recon's I grew four inches just in the last month making me about 5'8 now, almost as tall as Ron, and he's the tallest in the house. That's saying something when you live with four guys. I've also started experimenting with my hair, instead of just leaving it down.

"Ginny, dear- can we talk?" I looked to the door, and saw mum standing there.

"Sure, mum, come on in," I smiled. She came in, and closed the door behind her. Bad sign. She quietly sat on my bed. She looked me over, and stared at me for about a minute before she said anything- I felt a lecture coming on.

"Ginny dear, I'm worried about you. You didn't eat your breakfast, you've become very quite, you seem sad," I felt a sad smile form on my face. Mum was right, as always. I had been very quite lately, and I wasn't eating as much. It was nothing big, just didn't feel like eating. As far back as I can remember I've always been the odd one out in my house- mostly because I'm the only girl.

"Mum, I'm fine," I tried to reassure her. Truth was, I was okay- or I mean, I thought I was. I guess the whole being ignored thing was starting to get to me a little, but yea know, school would be starting, Harry and Hermione where both coming, everything was going to be fine.

"I," she just stopped, and looked me over, "I'm just worried about you, dear, that's all,"

"No need. I'm just no hungry, but I'll get something later- I promise," I swore, sitting down next to my mum, "I've just had a lot on my mind lately, that's all. I am going into my sixth year after all. It's this year I start the path for the rest of my life," I looked at mum, and she smiled at me. She sighed in defeat, and stood up.

"If you need to talk, you know where I am,"

"I know mum, I know," she opened the door and left, closing it behind her. I walked over to my window and opened it. The weather was beautiful. I popped my head out, and let hair fly in the wind- it was a beautiful day to go for a flight.

"Hey, Gin," I brought my head back in, and looked at my door. I could tell by the voice that it was defiantly Ron.

"Hey, Ron- what's up?" I asked, sweetly.

"Where going to pick up Harry, mum wanted to know if you where coming," I looked back out my window and smiled.

"It's a beautiful day- why not?" I said, "When we leaving?"

"About fifteen minutes,"

"Alright, I'll be ready," he nodded, and closed my door. I was pitiful, even after knowing Harry for five years; I still had problems talking about him. At lest when other people where also around us I did, but when it was just the two of us I had no problem. Not this year though, oh no- I wasn't going to be the shy little Ginny everyone knew and ignored, I was going to speak up and be heard. I looked into the mirror again, and smiled. I had gotten a tan spending so much time out in the sun. I was wearing a white tank top, and blue shorts. My hair was half tied up in a messy bun, with two streaks down either side of my face. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of blue flip-flop sandals. I checked my make-up, and quickly headed out the door.

"Ginny, you ready?" Dad's voice asked. It looked like it was just Ron, Dad and me going to get Harry. The twins had left for work, and mum was reading in a corner, sending odd comments to the two kittening needles making a scarf.

"Yea, ready dad, let's go," I grabbed my black purse and threw it over my shoulder. Ron made a grunting noise. I knew he found it very, muggle I believe his word was, that I carried a purse- but it made me fit in more in there neighbourhoods, and pulse it was some where to hold all my stuff. We jumped into the black convertible that dad got from work, on the terms that, 'he needed to research how it worked,' which was a load of crap- he just liked the car. Ron sat in the front with dad, and I sat in the back. The drive to Surrey was about an hour, but it was fun anyways- much better then the floo powder incident before- the thought of which, still made me laugh ever time I remember.

"Where just about there," dad said, as we pulled on to a small street- for the third time.

"Do you have any idea where we are going?" I asked, as I leaned forward in-between the two seats.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere," he answered, as Ron moaned. It was the third time we had gone down this road, and the third time Ron tired to point out private drive. I noticed, but Dad didn't, it was cruel, but I laughed anyways.

"DAD!" Ron yelled.

"What?!" Dad answered, a little surprised by Ron's yelling.

"For the third flippin' time, we just pasted Private Drive!"

"Oh," Dad said quietly, pulling into someone's drive way, and turned the car around. When we got to the house, I decide to get out with Ron. He looked at me strangely but didn't tell me to go back.

He rang the door bell, and the two of us stood there, waiting. A short, fat, brunet answered the door (AN: alright, I know it the books, he's a blond, but in the movies he's a burnet, so I'm just going to go with that- also, like in the movies, Ginny has blue eyes) The fat boy stared at me- well, more like at my chest. I noticed it must have been Dudley, Harry's cousin. Ron cleared his throat, as he noticed what the boy was doing, "Can I help you?" the boy asked, trying to stare Ron down.

"Yes, in fact you can-" I slightly kicked Ron and gave a short giggle, "You could get Harry," he said, his fists clenched.

"No one here with that name," he said shortly.

"Please," I said sweetly. My voice was so girly, I disgusted even myself, "We really need to talk to him," I batted my eye lashes, and slightly bit my lower lip. He blushed, and slowly nodded.

"Well alright, you can see the criminal," Dudley said, "I'll go get the runt," as Dudley turned around, my expression became one of total disgust,

"I can't believe I had to do that," I sneered.

"I can't believe he looked at you like that- you should have let me-"

"Ron," I cut him off, "Let's just get Harry and get out of here," Harry fallowed Dudley from upstairs. He was a lot taller then I remember, and a lot more built. His hair was a mess, and his glasses where lop sided. He was wearing black dress pants, a white oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and the top two buttons undone, well his tie was loosely tied.

"Is this the man you're looking for?" Dudley asked, "because I'm much more interesting them him,"

"Bugger off, Dudley," Harry hissed. I noticed Harry had become much taller then Dudley, and most likely stronger, which didn't seem to make Dudley very happy. He narrowed his eyes, but left anyways. Harry leaned on the door frame, and smiled at us, "Jesus, am I glad to see you- I was ready to loose what marble's I had left," I did it without even noticing- my arm reached up, and fixed his glasses. They both looked at me strange, but I kept my cool, and didn't brush.

"Sorry," I said, "That was really bugging me," Harry snorted, and nodded.

"Hadn't even noticed," Ron coughed and Harry stood up, "Right, so I'll go grab my trunk, come on in," Ron and I stepped inside, as Harry closed the door behind us. He and Ron went up stairs to get Harry's stuff, leaving me with that rat Dudley stocking me from around the corner.

"So you're one of them," there was a strong influence on the word 'them,' as Dudley came out of hiding. I raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't answer.

"And if I am?" I asked, as he walked towards me.

"Well then, I'd do my best to convince you to give up that horrible stuff, and live here, with me," he gave a sheepish grin; I merely looked at him like he was dirty rag.

"Now why would I want to go doing that?" I crossed my arms, but he keep staring at my chest, "My face is up here," I said coldly, "Listen to me you pug faced rat, you may be short, but I know-,"

"DUDLEY!" Harry's cold voice echoed. Dudley turned around, and squeeked.

"Nice, Gin," Ron said. Harry's eyes where dark, a shade of green I never knew existed. Harry didn't even pick up his trunk, just walked down the stairs slowly, well his cloak, which he had put on in his room, flowed out behind him. He was advancing on Dudley, who was turning an amusing colour of white. Harry stopped around a millimetre away from Dudley's face.

"Don't look at her, touch her, or even think about her," Harry hissed. Considering I still had a large crush on Harry, I knew I had to be about as red as a tomato. Dudley threw his arms up in fear, and slowly walked backwards./br

"No, Harry- it, it wasn't like that, see- it was,"

"Was what?" Dudley reached a wall. He began to panic. Low though, Harry had never laid a finger on Dudley, his hight had scared Dudley. Dudley had done a lot of mean things to Harry in the past, and Dudley had a good feeling that those things where going to come up and bite him in the ass. Dudley stammered some poor excuse, and ran like a bat out of hell, "Sorry about that, Gin," Harry said turning back to me. Ron had slowly made his way to the bottom of the stairs, carrying Headwigs's cage.

Dudley could be seen poking his head out from the kitchen. Harry pulled out his wand from his cloak, and Dudley shirked, running the other way. Harry looked at the kitchen, and shock his head "Accio trunk," he said, as it floated down the stairs, and landed in front of him. I watched Harry put his wand away, and pick up his trunk. Never in my life have I even seen Harry act like that- to anyone, except maybe Tom Riddle. I shivered as the name rang though my head.

"Come on, Ginny," Ron said, fallowing Harry out of the house. I nodded and fallowed. I couldn't figure out why Harry had been so defensive, I mean, Ron I would have understood, but Harry looked like he was ready to kill. Shrugging, I got into the back seat of the car. Ron jumped in the front, as Harry loaded his school trunk into the trunk of the car. I buckled my seat belt, as Harry jumped in the back with me.

"Here we go," Dad said, pulling the car into reverse, for the hour drive back home.