-twitch- alright, I promised a new chapter by today, or tommorrow. So you got one yesterday, and I re-did it for today. It was almost done. And then.. and there.. it happened.... it died. the computer... CRASHED!

Amd when I opened what I had saved..... it was all boxes.. and reformatted! cries

Anyhow. Alright, I promised they would be going to Hogwarts in the next chapter, so they kinda will, they get on the train... Enjoy

Disclaimer: JK's stuff. Not mine. I just write it..

Chapter Five(re-named: The reason I went crazy!)

The sound of someone crying echoed in Harry's ears as he slowly opened his eyes to the dark room. Ron was still fast alseep on his bed, muttering something about spiders. In all likely hood, Harry would have normally been amused listening to Ron talking in his sleep. But, this time was differet. Harry has awoken to the sound of someone crying- and not in his dreams.

Slowly geting out of his bed, Harry tip-toed out of the room, and down the hall. Fallowing the sound of sobs, Harry stopped just outside Ginny's door. The dark hide him from view, as he leaned down and peaked in the small crack. All he could see was Hermione who was fast alseep, which ment the person crying was Ginny.

Harry debated where to walk in or not. Maybe knock? Wisper? So many thoughts ran though his head, as Harry became despreate to see if Ginny was alright. But, something, something deep inside him stopped him. Harry knew that during the few times he had broken down and cried, the last thing he wanted was someone there. The again, Ginny was different- she was girl for starters.

Harry sat there for about 15 minutes waiting for the sound of sobs to stop. Once they did, he lifted himself to his feet, and walked back down the hall. Quitely as he could, Harry slipped back into his bed, and looked at the clock- it was just after four in the morning. Knowing he had to go to Diagon Alley tommorrow, Harry closed his eyes to get some sleep.

-

"Harry- wake up mate! Its time to get ready!" Ron chreed. Harry sat up in his bed, and looked around the room. According to the clock on the far wall, it was just after nine.

"Morning," he yawned, standing up.

"Breakfast should be ready any minute, so get start getting ready," Ron order, in a Hermione like tone. Harry looked at him strangely, but Ron didn't seem to notice.

"Alright.." he answered slowly, walking over to his trunk. Bending down beside it, he pulled out a pair of nicely pressed black pants, and a white dress shirt. Mostly dress clothing, and sweats where all Harry had left, due to work, and his so called 'family' not really giving a rats ass about him.

Quickly changeing, Harry left the top two butten's un-done, and rolled up his sleves, revealing his arms, "Ron, have you seen where I've placed my belt?"

"Um.. did you check under the bed?"

"Why would it be under the bed?"

"Because I think I saw Pig playing with it before," Pig was Ron's small owl. Nosie, and energetic, Pig had been given to Ron by Harry god father, Sirius Black. Bending over, Harry noticed the golden tab at the end of the belt sticking out. He reached down, and pulled out the belt. Pig hooted loudly, as he pulled it thought the belt loops.

"Alright, let's go," Harry commented. Ron nodded, and lead the way out of the door.

"Do you smell that?" Ron asked, as the two walked down the stairs.

"It smells like.. burnt rat," Harry agreed.

"Good morning" Mr. Weasley greeted, as Harry and Ron walked into the kitchen. Mr Weasley was wearing a pick frilly apron over his dark green minstry rob's, and held a frying pan tightly in his left hand, "Slept well I hope,"

"Uh.." Ron looked at his father, and then around the kitchen, "Where's mum?"

"Oh, she's in the living room,"

"Oh," Ron paused, as to contemplate his next words very carfully, "Did she hurt herself?"

"No, no she's fine,"

"I think Dad," Fred's voice came from behind, "That what he's trying to get at, is why are you cooking?"

"And not Mum," George conculded. The twins nodded, and Mr. Weasley smiled.

"Decied to let your mum get a break, that's all boys,"

"What smells like roasted owl?" Ginny asked, as she and Hermione walked into the kitchen.

"Now, now Ginny," Fred said, lighting, "It's his first time cooking,"

"And he hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet," George nodded.

"It's dangerous really,"

"Very. Better watch yourself- your breakfast might just fight you back,"

"Come now boys- my cooking isn't that bad," Mr. Weasley aruged, crossing his arms.

"Thats what he last time," Fred wispered, "And that time, he almost set the whole house a flame," Harry swolled.

-

Breakfast had been one of the most horrible things Harry ever encountered. Several times he could have swron that the toast had moved on its plate. Low though, compared to some of things his Aunt perpared, this stuff was considered gold, so Harry forced it all down, with a smile on his face.

"So, today he go to Diagon Alley- do you all have your book lists?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Yea, Dad," Ron answered.

"So, Fred- today we go back to Diagon Alley. We're going to get losts of customers. Do we have our suppiler lists?"

"Yea, George," Fred answered, obveous the two where mocking Mr. Weasley and Ron.

"Oh my God," Hermione's voice fumbled, "Harry, your book list... its-"

"Bloody hell! It's as big as Hermiones'!" Ron finshed. Harry felt his ears go red, so he took up his cup, and had another sip of coffee. The stuff wasn't that good, but Mr. Weasley had told them that they had run out of tea, and would pick some up when they where out today.

"Well, there goes the cup," Ginny commented, looking at the list.

"Dont say that," Harry moaned, putting down his cup, "Its a lot of books, but most of them are small, and half the list is for the same class."

"Which class?" Ron asked, questionaly.

"Advanced DADA," Harry answered, looking up seriously. Ron and Hermione both looked shocked.

"Advanced?" Hermione asked. Obveously, she thought that she was the only one doing advanced course.

"Yea, apprently they just started it this year. Only allowed a certen amount of students." Hermione looked offened, and Ron did a little to.

"How do you get in to the course,"

"By replying to the letter insealed behind your book list," Harry answered, blankly. Hermione and Ron both pulled out there lists, and where supprised to see another letter lotacted in it.

I , (wirte your name here) do here by accept my invatation to Advanced Defence Agesnt the Dark arts, as tought by Proffessor E Dumbldore. In so accpeting this, I am fully reaponsible for any injuries attented in the class.

Hermione and Ron quickly singed there names, and looked back at there book lists, which now had both magically grown, "Well, I'm be damned," Ron muttered, looking at his now large book list.

"There's a typeo" Hermione pointed out.

"Whats a 'typeo'?" Ron asked.

"When they type something wrong,"

"But- whats typeing?"

"Oh- never mind!" she moaned. Harry shook from trying not to laugh, "They spelt something wrong,"

"What?"

"It says 'E Dumbledore' Proffessor Dumberdore's first name starts with A,"

"Werid"

Mr. Weasley walked over, and picked up Ron and Ginny's lists. He sighed, and Harry reconzied the look in his eyes. Mr. Weasley was debateing if he would be able to aford the books. As he gave Ginny and Ron there lists back, he sighed, "I dont know Molly," he calld.

"We'll manage, Author," her voice came from the living room.

The group made there way into the living room, lineing up infront of the fire place. Again, they where going to use Floo powder inorder to get to Diagon Alley- something Harry hated almost more then Malfoy. And that was saying something. As Ginny's hand reached out, Harry noticed it was trembling. She grabed a hand full of dust, and step in.

Once the green flames died down, it was harry turn. He walked forward, and took some dust, "Diagon Alley." He said, clear as a bell. And so, the green flames emerged around him, engolfing him in flames, and transporting him into Fred and George's store.

"Allo Harry," Fred said claimly, not at all shocked by someone ripping out of there fire place.

"Hey Fred,"

"Where are the others?"

"They should be around here somehwere, only Ginny went before me,"

"Did she now," George's voice tranveled off, as he walked over. His eyes travelled into the street, where he was transfixed on something, "Do excuse me a minute, I belive a I have a ass- I mean, comtomer coming in," the dark glint in his eyes, made Harry turn around.

There stood Draco Malfoy, his blood hair pulled back, and his steel grey eyes seemed cold and distant. Harry looked around the room frantically- where was Ginny? As he began to panic, Harry pushed though the crowd. Ginny was sitting by the window, reading a book.

"Gin," Harry called, pushing his way over to her. She looked up and smiled.

"Hey- manged to make it here in once piece" he joked.

"If only he wasn't here," Harry commented, darkly, motioning to Draco, who was now moving around the store like some type of ghost.

"He's an ass. Ignore him" Ginny said bluntly, turning back to her book.

"Well, well, well- if it isn't Potty, and Wesal jr" A cold, dark voice came from behind them.

"Well, well, well- if it isn't the bouncing farrit," Harry retored back, darkly. Ginny snorted, and put down her book.

"Wow, finally grew some bravery, Potter?" Ginny stood up, and walked over beside Harry, her dark blue eyes preacing into Draco darkly.

"Which is a lot more then you can say"

"Watch what you say, you dirty little poor girl," Malfoy snarrled. Something snapped inside Harry's head, a hate that could only be felt some a certion group of people- Voldermort, and the Malfoy family. Harry had the sruff of Malfoy's shirt, and pulled him in a inch from his own face.

"I'd watch what you say there Malfoy- or I might do something I regret," Harry hissed. The store was scilent.

"Alrighty- nothing to see here fokes,"

"Just house compation," the twins pushed though the crowd, and pulled Harry off Malfoy.

"Well, I've think the people of this store have suffered enough from looking at your face, so out you go, out you go," Fred order Malfoy.

Once Malfoy had been forced outside the door, Fred walked back over, casually. Conversation started up again, "Well, you know Harry. Next time, I'll walk a little slower, so you have time to knock him out," he joked.

"Yea," was all he could say, truning his attention back to Ginny.

"Thanks," she said softly. Harry smiled, not really releaving his teeth, but it lite up him face.

"Come on, we've got a bank to go to," Mr. Weasley called from behind. Ron patted Harry on the back on the way out of the store, telling Harry about how much of a git Malfoy was.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet, they bought there books, and headed hoom. Mr. Weasley told them that they where going to come back the day before term, and get rooms for the night. No one had any complants.

-

Harry woke up to a pinch in his right ear, swatting at the creature, there was a loud hoot. Opening his eyes, he saw Headwig hovering above him, "What was that for?!" he moaned, rolling back over.

"Dont blame her," Ron commented, "I asked her to,"

"Yes, yes, but why?" Harry moaned, as the bright sun light threated to blind him.

"Because, it's almost time for breakfast," Ron's voice was excited.

"Breakfast?" Harry repeated, sripping to life, "As in real food? Not cooked by your dad?"

"Right, as in food that doesn't resemble a burnt cat," They soon found out that Mr. Weasley had been cooking, on the account, Mrs. Weasley told him he wouldn't be able to do. And, Mr. Weasley soon learned, that Mrs. Weasley was quite right. Mr. Weasley food always ended up burnt, or still moving.

"Ya hoo!" Harry chreed jokingly, and rolled out of bed, "Now.. the real question is, where did I put that- OUCH!" Harry doubled back, and fell onto his bed, "Potion's book.." he muttered, leaning over the bed, and pulling out the book, "Stupid Snape..."

"Why in earth's name, are you still takeing potions?" Ron moaned, looking at the size of the book. It looked like something Hermione would read for fun, which, in Ron's oppion, made it quite large.

"Because I need the course," Harry mubbled, not really wanting to talking about it. Ron seemed to get the hint and nodded. Harry got back up, and dressed quickly into black pants, and a white T-shirt. Headwig hooted lightly from her cage. Harry wandered over and fed her. Headwig replied by nipping him, lovingly. Giveing her a pet on the head, Harry turned back around and collasped on his bed, opened the book and began to read.

If the Drcana Potion back fires, then a creature, known as the 'Ameasous' is created. The Ameasous can kill anyone it wants which just a touch of its leg. Built much like spider, the Ameasous enjoys dark spaces. Over 700 are alive, but all are in the hands on the minstry...

"KIDS- BREAKFAST!" Mrs. Weasley called.

"YES!" Ron yelled, flying out of the room. Harry sat there for a minute, a little dumbfounded by Ron's actions. Shaking his head, Harry dropped the book, and walked out the door- almost running into Ginny, "Sorry!" Harry yelled, grabbing Ginny's shoulders so she didn't fall. They seemed thin, and boney.

"No problem" Ginny smiled, laughing a little.

"Come now, let's go" Hermione hurried, "I'm hungry"

"Alright, alright- let's go," Harry commented, letting go of Ginny, and motioned for the two of them to lead the way. Fallowing behind them, he yanwed lightly.

-

"Alright. Now, we leave for Diagon alley today so- is everyone packed." Ron gulped, as everyone else nodded.

"I'll help you," Harry hissed into his ear.

"Thanks, mate," Ron wispered back. The two quickly finshed there breakfast, thanks Mrs. Weasley and ran back up to Ron's room.

"I cant belive I forgot to pack!" Ron paniced, throughing another rob in it.

"I can," Harry joked, placeing a few books in, "Where's your wand?"

"Right..." Ron paused, and looked around the room, "Well- it was on the bedside table," he moaned. Harry walked over, and screached the surrounding area,"FOUND IT!" He yelled, trpupitly.

"Good- put it in the trunk," Harry walked over, and placed it off to the side, so it wouldn't get snapped in two- much like year two. Harry staired at in for a moment, and then placed it in his pocket with his own wand, on account- there was no way in hell ron would want to carry it down the stiars, "Where did I put my DADA books!?"

"In Ginny's room," Harry answered dully, "You forgot them in there yesterday when you where studying with Hermione. I noticed you never brought them back," Harry looked at Ron, who's back was facing him.

"Right, oaky- I'm gonna go get them," Ron ran out of the room, and Harry manged to stuff the rest of Ron's stuff in it, and made room for the three books.

"How the hell does he carry all this stuff?" Harry wispered to himself. Shrugging it off, he stood up, and closed his own trunk. Ron ran back in, stuffed in the books, and closed the top.

"Arlight- let's go!" Ron reached into his pocket- obveously for his wand, and paused, "Where's my wand...?"

"You told me to put it in your trunk,"

"Bloody hell," Ron moaned, leaning over to open it.

"But I thought this might happened," Ron watched Harry pull his wand out of his pocket, and hand it to him, "Now let's go. Accio trunk,"

"Righy," Ron said, shyly, "Accio Trunk,"

"Are you two coming or not?" Hermione hissed from down the hall.

"Yes, ma'am," Ron answered, with a slightly blush.

"Good" her head appeared at the door, "Let's go"

"After you, me'lady," Hermione smiled, and blushed, then kept walking- fallowed by a love sick Ron.

"Dear god," Harry moaned. Walking out the room, he heard cussing from down the hall.

"Son-of-a-" Ginny grunted, attemping to drag her trunk.

"Ginny, do you want a hand?" Harry asked.

"No, no- I'm fine. Just- just need to get it started,"

"Why dont you go ahead, I'll take care of your trunk," Ginny stood up stright, her trunk fell to the ground with a loud 'tump'. The light from the bright sunny sky reflected Ginny's dark red hair, which she had tied up into a high pony, with the same two streeks down her face. She was wearing black kaprees, and a red halter top, with matching red flip-flops. Harry began to wonder how man pairs of flip-flops Ginny owned.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Harry said shortly. Ginny smiled, lighting up her whole face.

"Thank you, so much!" she chreed. Harry walked over to her, and picked up her trunk, "Isn't that- heavy?" Ginny asked, supprised at Harry's ablity to lift if. Harry still wasn't really over tall- he stood 5'8, same as Ginny, or overly built- just had arm muscles really, and not even over the top.

"Ginny- I worked in a pub. I'm used to this" he answered, dropping it on his own. Useing a spell he learned from Sirious in year three, Harry bound the two trunks together,

"Accio trunks,"

"Thanks again, Harry," Ginny smiled, and fallowed Harry down the stiars.

"Alright then- let's get on our way," Mrs. Weasley chreed, and walked towards the fire place, "I'm sure you've guessed we're tranvilling by floo powerd?" Mrs. Weasley said streenly. Harry shivered- he had expreanced many bad things when it came to floo powder, and Harry felt is was only luck that had gotten him safely there last time.

"Well- duh" Ron spoke abrutly. Everyone looked at him strangely, "Well- someone had to say it- and Fred and George aren't here,"

"Well, as I was saying- Ginny, you first dear," she took a hand full of dust, and stepped into the fire place.

"Diagon Alley!"

-

Harry had amanged to make it to the Leaky Cauldron, in one piece, "Right- so, let's get a room," Mrs. Weasley said, the last coming out of the fire place. Harry, being the second one though, had rushed over to the desk, becuase he wasn't sure if they could afford it, so he decied on a clever plan. He bought the room's from Tom, the keeper, and waited for the others. Ginny didn't even seem to notice. "Taken care of," Harry said sortly, handing Mrs. Weasley three room keys.

"Harry, I-"

"Really, it's alright. You've taken care of me many times, and havn't charged rent. It's no problem- really," she wasn't sure what to say but just sort of stood there.

"Well," she said shortly, "I suppose.. you've already bought the keys and all.. I guess there's no harm,"

"In short- thanks Harry," Ron said bluntly.

"Oh- here Hermione," Harry said, handing her the fouth key, and dropping the fifth into his pocket.

"Wow- thanks Harry," she said, a little supprise.

"Well, I dont know about all of you, but I'm ready for a walk. Anyone care to come?"

"I've got to study," Hermione answered, in a sad tone.

"Yea, and I've got summer home work to finsh," Ron replyed. Which was true. Ron had been fighting to get it all done for the last few days, frantically asking Hermione and Harry for help.

"I'll come," Ginny said happily.

"Well then," Harry smiled, "It's a date,"

-

The two walked along, chatting about different teachers at Hogwarts, which ones they liked, which ones they didn't. The conversation shifted from there to Quidditch, to Voldermort darkly, and shortly. The conversation was interupted by someone yelling like a mad man, "Who in bloody hell is that?" Ginny sqeeked, as a blond haired boy, around there age ran past them, screaming like a girl, and running for his life.

"I think it was Malfoy," Harry answer dumb founded.

"What the hell..." Ginny tralled off. On closer inspeaction, they saw that it way Malfoy, and he was runnig from his father, who was muttering something that sounded like 'stupid, boy' it wasn't until Minstry officers showed up that Malfoy stopped runinng.

"I think maybe we should head back," Harry pointed out, darkly.

"I agree," Ginny said in a high pitched voice.

The two made there way back to the Leaky Cauldron for dinner. Tom served them hot soup, and some bread. Quickly after supper, everyone made there way back up to there rooms, all located in the same area. Harry walked into his room, number 19, which was large. It had a comfy bed, and a fancy dresser. Harry walked over to his bed, and collasped on it. Full of exsotion, he changed, and climed into bed- ready for a long nights sleep.

-

"Harry- Harry, wake up!" he opened his eyes slowly to see Ron leaning over him, "Come on mate, its time for breakfast!" Ron chreed, leaving the room. Harry got changed into black pants, and a dark, deep, scarlet red dress shirt. Again, he left the top two butten's undone, and rolled up the sheleves. He walked down the stiars, fallowed by his trunk into the dinning hall. The Weasley's, and Hermione where in the center of the room as usual, chatting.

Walking over slowly, he sat in the chair next to Ginny.

"Good morning sleepy head!" Ginny smiled.

"Morning," Harry asnwered, bitting into a slice of toast.

After breakfast, they quickly made there way out to the minstry cars, and got in. Ron and Hermione sat in the back of one car with Mrs. Weasley in the fron seat, well Ginny and Harry sat in the back of the other one. Still tired, Harry yawned almost the whole way to King's Cross station, "Where here," Ginny said softly to Harry who was beginning to daze off. Excitment began to run though out his veins, and engery though out his body.

As he and Ginny got out of the Car, the mintry worker lifted there trunks onto a trolly, which Harry took, "Thanks," Harry said, but the man only nodded and drove off. Harry placed Headwig's cage on top the pile and looked over. Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley ran there way into the station, Harry and Ginny ran to catch up to them.

"Alright, now- dont let anyone notice," Mrs. Weasley said, as they slowly made there way onto the platform 9 3/4.

"Harry- go though with me?" Ginny asked, sweetly.

"Sure," Harry answered nicely. Even though this was Ginny's sixth year, she really didn't like the idea of running at things at full speed which could become solid. As they began to run, a man crossed infront of them. Harry and Ginny attempted to stop, stubled accross the barrier, fell over, and Ginny landed on top of Harry. Both there faces went red.

"Well," Harry said shortly.

"Yes," Ginny agreed, getting up.

"That's one way to do it," Harry joked. Ginny laughed, and the tention was gone.

"Wow, it's good to see everyone again," Ron said, coming though the barrier.

"Sure is," Hermione agreed.

"Come on, on the train," Mrs. Weasley order.

"Come on Gin, I'll help you with your trunk," Harry lifted her's and his together again, and floated it into an empty compartment with Headwig's caage tightly under his arm. The four of them sat down. Harry lifted the two trunks up, and then Headwig's cage. Ron put his up on the other side, and helped Hermione with her trunk.

"Wow, I cant wait to get there," Hermione chreed.

"Me neither" Harry agreed, sitting next to Ginny.

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