Re-Done

Wow, its time for chapter 3! Reviews always enjoyed- really, don't be shy ;) Anyways, okay, this chapter isn't a POV, so it will change from thought to thought- enjoy!

Chapter Three

They pulled into the burrow a little while latter. Mrs. Weasley ran out of the house to greet them. When Harry got out she just about died, "Well, you've grown, haven't you?" she said, now looking up at Harry, who began to blush a little. Harry let out a short, nervous laugh as Ginny patted him on the back,
"Relax," Ginny said, looking into his deep green eyes, "She's been this way about everyone,"

"Yea, Fred thinks mum's just shrinking," George said, as he and Fred walked out of the house. Mrs. Weasley raised and eyebrow, but didn't look at the boys. Sighing, Mr Weasley got out of the car. Ginny's hand was still on Harry's back, low though neither of them noticed- or at lest, wanted to admit they did.

"HARRY!" a happy voice yelled. Harry looked over to see Hermione running out of the house. She lunged at him, and Harry felt Ginny's hand leave his back, he looked out of the corner of his eye to see Ginny look at her feet, almost sad.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry said, returning her hug. She pulled herself off, and looked at him in shock for a minute.

"Holly, Harry- you've really grown!" she said- even Hermione was looking up him now. He let out a short laugh, placed his hand on the back of his neck, shyly.

"Yes, well you know how it is-"

"Just like his father," Mr. Weasley's voice cut Harry off. Harry's hand dropped, and blush vanished from his face. His father. James Potter, Harry froze, at the sad look on Mrs. Weasley's face, but Mr. Weasley smiled, "Yes, just like his father indeed. Always in trouble, and growing like there's no tomorrow," Harry hadn't known that Mr. Weasley went to school with his parents- still didn't know, but Harry didn't want to ask. Ginny seemed to be the only one how noticed that the subject was bothering Harry. She cleared her throat, and jabbed her dad in the ribs. Harry kept staring at the ground, quietly.

"What was-" Mr. Weasley fussed, but Ginny just pointed to Harry, whose looks had now traveled to the fields. His expression was so cold, so alone; she knew horrible memories must have just been flooding though his head, "Oh, right," Mr. Weasley mumbled, "Right, so let's get your trunk out of the car Harry!"

"What- oh right," Harry gave his head a shake, and walked over to the back of the car. Mr. Weasley opened it, and Harry pulled it out, without much effort.

"Did you have a nice drive, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, as Harry began to walk towards the house. Ginny, and Ron fallowed behind him, well Fred and George seemed per-occupied with a wrestling match. Mr. Weasley tried desperately to separate the two boys, but gave up after he almost got punched in the head.

"Sorry dad," Fred said, as his father looked ready to blow at any second, "Didn't see you there"

"You should know by now that being between me and Fred is a safety hazard," George pointed out, his father looked at him darkly, but seemed to give up. Mr. Weasley began to walk towards the house, and George lunched at Fred once again.
Harry watched kept walking towards the door, he hadn't even noticed Mrs. Weasley had said anything- his mind seemed to be running back to the picture in his trunk- the one of his parents, spinning and dance in a local city square. Harry closed his eyes, as the picture began to play in his head. A hand rested itself on Harry's shoulder. Harry opened his eyes quickly to see Mrs. Weasley looking up at him, "Are you alright, dear?" she asked, concerned about Harry.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine," he lied. Harry gave a fake smile, "Just a little tired. Didn't get much sleep last night, working ad all,"

"Work?" Ron asked, confused, "Did they make you get a job?" Harry knew Ron was talking about his Aunt and Uncle. Harry only nodded, looking toward the Burrow. They reached the steps and Mrs. Weasley held the door for everyone. Ron went in, then Hermione, then Harry, and then Ginny. Mr and Mrs Weasley stayed outside, obvious to watch Fred and George, make sure neither of them got hurt, "Alright Harry, you'll be sharing a room with me are normal. Hermione's with Ginny,"

"Same old, same old," Harry joked, fallowing Ron up the stairs. The two laughed, and joked the whole way to Ron's room. Harry dropped his trunk, and sat on the spare bed, "How's your summer been?"

"Not bad," Ron shrugged, "Interesting at the least,"

"Interesting?" Harry had a feeling this was an understatement. Things at the Burrow where always interesting, Harry had a good feeling something big had com up, "Do tell," Harry smiled.

"Oh no, I've promised to leave this to the girls,"

Harry looked at him questioningly. He wasn't rely sure how much he trusted Ron, but he had a feeling that it was just his curiosity talking. He raised an eyebrow, and Ron laughed, "I'm not really sure I trust you," Harry joked.

"Not trusting a Perfect?" Fred said, joking around. Harry and Ron looked to the door to see the twins standing in the doorway. George was laughing, but he was also looking towards the stairs, which gave Ron and Harry a very good feeling something was going to happen.
There was a loud scream from the kitchen, and Fred and George broke into hysterics, "We- uh, got to go," Fred said, in-between laughs. The twin's Disapparated, leaving Ron and Harry both standing, wondering who screamed.

"FRED! GEORGE!" Mrs. Weasley's voice screamed, "YOU TWO GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Ron looked to the door, and then to Harry.

"Should I say anything?" Ron asked, half to himself

"Well, someone should," Harry pointed out. Ron knew that if he said anything, he would most likely get blamed, but at the same time, he knew Harry was right.

"Maybe I should,"

"GET DOWN HERE BOYS!" this time it was Mr. Weasley's voice. Ron gulped, and began to walk towards the hall.

"Good luck," Ginny's quiet voice cold be heard from the hall.

"THERE GONE, MUM," Ron yelled.

"You get down here, Ronald," Mrs. Weasley voice echoed a little.

"Nice knowing you," Ron disappeared around the corner, well Heroine and Ginny slipped in the door.

"Hey Harry," Hermione said. Ginny seemed distant, but she fallowed Hermione closely. Ginny held her arms closely to her stomach. Harry wanted to ask her if she was alright, but was reminded of Muggle Health class. Hermione on the other hand, didn't seem to notice. As much as sshe eemed worried about Ron, she obviously had big news- other wise; she wouldn't be smiling so much.

"Hey Ginny, hey Hermione- what's the big news?" Harry asked, sitting down on his bed, crossing his arms, well Hermione and Ginny sat on Ron's bed. Ginny kept holding her stomach- and she looked so pale. Hermione began to tell Harry about the letter she got from Hogwarts, that she almost didn't get because of blah, blah, blah- something about locked windows. Harry just watched Ginny as she stared out the window blankly. She closed her eyes, and swayed a little.
"Anyways, as it turned- I'm going to be head girl this year!" Hermione said, happily. This brought Harry back to reality, yet Ginny didn't seem as excited- she most likely already knew. All Ginny did was give a weak smile, and thumbs up, "Well Ginny, tell him your news!" Hermione added happily.

"Ginny?" Harry asked, "Are you okay?" she closed her eyes, and almost feel off the bed, but Harry jumped up and caught her.
"I'm sorry," she said, quietly, "Didn't get much sleep last night- must be catching up to me,"

"Are you okay" Hermione said, panicked.

p"Yea, I'm fine," she answered, Ginny tired to get up, but just seemed to fall the other way. Harry picked Ginny up off her feat and held her in s arms. She didn't resist much.

"Harry, you take Ginny to bed, I'll get Mrs. Weasley" Hermione ordered.

"No!" Ginny cried from Harry's arms, holding him tight, "You can't ell my mom. I'll-I'll get I trouble,"

"But- Ginny," Hermione tried to retort, but Ginny shock her head.

"Listen Hermione" Ginny said, sweetly, "I'm okay. Just didn't go to sleep when I was told to. I'll get some sleep, and then I'll be fine," Hermione nodded and Harry turned to take Ginny to her room. As he walked, Harry thought he saw something on her arms. Mark- white ones that looked at if someone attacked her.

"Harry-" Ron's voice said quietly. He must have looked funny, walking towards Ginny's room- carrying Ginny, who now had her head rested on his chest.

"Relax Ron," Hermione said, "Ginny's sick. Harry's just taking her to her room, so she can get some rest,"

"Oh." Ron said, shortly, "Well then. I came to tell you in Lunch, so when every your ready, come on down,"

"Let's just go Ron, Harry will be down in a few minutes," Hermione suggested, pointing to the stairs. Ron looked at her strangely but, nodded.

"Alright then, meet us down there, Harry." Harry could be seen nodding, as he disappeared around the corner carrying Ginny.
They got to her room, and Harry put her down lightly on her bed, and sat next to her, "Are you going to be okay alone?" he asked.

"Yea, I'll be okay, thanks Harry," she said quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

"Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

"No-" Harry looked at her oddly- she had answered so fast, "I-I'm not hungry,"

"Alright..." Harry didn't really believe her, but didn't think there was anything he could do, so he nodded and stood up, "Get some rest," he ordered. Ginny gave a weak smile and nodded.
When he left, Ginny began to cry. She was so hungry, but couldn't eat anything. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g, at lest, no unless she wanted to loose weight. She had it planed. Apple in the morning, water in the day, and something small at night, well if she was forced to eat something she could always throw up later.

Harry walked into the kitchen, and Mrs. Weasley ran over to him, "Is she alright?" she sounded so worried. Hermione gave a 1/2 smile that told Harry Hermione had told her what happened.

"She's a little tired, but she'll be alright. Just needs to get some rest," she nodded, and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"You're an angel, Harry. You really are," Harry smiled, and sat next to Hermione and Ron. Both of them stared at him, waiting to find out what happened, but Harry kept staring forward- he had this horrible feeling Ginny was hurting herself....

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Yay, end of chapter three! starting to get into the emotional stuff and the sad stuff that's happening with Ginny. Suggestions? Ideas? Comments? Questions? Just review! Hope you liked!