A/N Okay I confess, in addition to all of the distractions going on in my life, I came down with a bad case of writer's block. It was dreadful. Hopefully I've destroyed the block and the next chapter won't be as hard to write as this one was.

Harry had barely stepped foot off the train when Professor McGonagall approached him.

"Mr. Potter if you could come with me," she said, whisking him away from a crowd of curious students. Harry followed her into the castle and down a corridor he only vaguely seemed to remember. When no one else was around, she began to speak again. "Due to the circumstances surrounding the last attack on your life, we have decided it is in your best interest to allow you to continue to use the private room you were staying in previously. This room is well hidden under a charm similar to the one on headquarters. Only people you or Professor Dumbledore tell how to find the room will be able to find it. Now we've already moved all of your things into this room, so hopefully you'll feel right at home."

Harry wasn't sure how to react to being away from his friends. "Can I still go to the Gryffindor Common Room?"

"Of course, but we do ask that you use caution when you do. You're not as safe there as we once thought. Also, we do need to discuss the fact that you have missed a great deal of class this year. I think it is best that we arrange to find a tutor for you. I've already asked Miss Granger to take the position, but she politely decline. I'll be asking your classmates to see if anyone else will take on the responsibility."

Harry tried hard not to feel angry with Hermione; he was sure that she had a very good reason for not wanting to help him. "What about my lessons with Professor Lupin?"

"Unfortunately, he's being kept very busy with order work right now, so your lessons will only be once a month. I trust you will inform Miss Weasley of that. This brings me to the other topic I need to discuss with you. I understand that you have been sharing a room with Ginny while at the Burrow. That is not acceptable here. The only reason it was allowed before was for your recovery, and you look fairly recovered to me. She is more than welcome to come and visit, but if I ever catch her spending the night, I will not hesitate to expel both of you. Understood?"

"Yes Professor."

"Now, go get settled in, and then go find your friends and tell them you've moved. Hopefully I'll find you a tutor soon." Professor McGonagall left Harry standing alone outside of his room. He walked into the room and shuddered. The room reminded him of an empty feeling that he had so desperately fought off. He looked at the bed and thought of Ginny.

"Well this is going to make it much easier to spend time alone with Ginny," he said to himself, waking over to where his trunk was sitting. He opened it up and realized he hadn't seen his belongings in months. He rummaged through the trunk and came across the journal Sirius had given him. "I guess I'm feeling strong enough to look in a diary." He opened the journal and looked at the first page. He recognized Sirius's handwriting.

Harry,

If Tom Riddle ever did anything positive, it was giving me the idea for your birthday present. I know that lately you've been having doubts about your parents, your father in particular. The best thing I can do is let you see them through my eyes. I have saved some of my favorite memories of your parents in this journal. Don't worry; this isn't like Tom's journal. On the top of each page is the date of the memory I stored. Tap the page with your wand and say Memoritas. Hopefully these can show you what your father was really like, and how much your mother loved him. One day soon we'll have to look at them together, so I answer any questions you may have. So happy birthday Harry, I hope you like it.

Love, Sirius

Harry could have kicked himself. He should have known that Sirius wouldn't have given him just an empty journal. He had wasted all of this time ignoring the brilliant gift when he could have been getting to know his parents. He turned the journal to the next page. It was empty except for the date written in the top right hand corner. Harry reached in his robes for his wand and pulled it out.

"Memoritas!" he said tapping the page with his wand. Suddenly he felt like the world around him had gone. He was in the midst of a grand ballroom somewhere. Everyone was wearing very formal robes and standing in a circle; they appeared to be watching something. Harry slowly walked over to where everyone was standing, walking straight through a young man with long dark hair. It was Sirius. Sirius was clapping and whooping loudly. Harry stared at him in amazement for a few minutes, before remembering that Sirius was watching something. He turned his attention to the middle of what appeared to be a dance floor. What he saw took his breath away. He stood frozen in shock. It was he and Ginny waltzing in circles while everyone watched. "No," he thought, bringing himself back to reality, "That can't be me and Ginny; this is Sirius's memory, not the future." Harry took a closer look at the people dancing. It was his mother and father, and judging by their apparel it was their wedding day. Harry smiled as his father spun his mother around and dipped her very low. James planted a loving kiss on Lily's lips before pulling her back up. The song ended and they stood frozen in each others' arms while everyone applauded. It was obvious to anyone watching how much they loved each other.

"Well, as best man, I do feel I have to say something about these two." Harry turned around so he was facing Sirius again.

"Oy! Isn't that what you did when you gave a toast?" James asked grinning.

"Yes, but when it comes to you two, I've just got so much to say! Now, for those of you who knew these two at Hogwarts, you probably remember them arguing all the time. Well, some things never change!" Sirius paused, giving his audience time to chuckle. "But when Lily decided to give my boy James here a chance, I think it's fairly safe to say that things were never quite the same. Much to my disappointment, she brought out the best in James, while according to some," Sirius shot a very young, happy Remus a look, "I brought out the worst in him. We had fun, but the days of the boys were over the day Lily agreed to go out with James. So I guess all that's left for me to do is find a girl and settle down, so we can all have kids and they can grow up together. Because looking at you two, it makes me, the life long bachelor, want to have what you have. So may you live long and happy lives, and may I never be more than a couple of doors away!" James laughed and Lily looked at Sirius happily, while the crowd cheered. Harry couldn't believe how happy everyone was. If they only knew everything that they would face; prison, early deaths. He felt tears spring up in his eyes, but he couldn't decide if they were from happiness or sadness. He lost his view of his parents as people began to swarm around them. And then, as suddenly as the ballroom had appeared, it was gone. He was sitting in his private bedroom at Hogwarts. His parents, and their best friend, were dead. He collapsed to the ground, crying for those he had lost. Harry felt his old feelings of guilt creep into his mind. They had all given their lives for him. They were so young, so full of life, and it was all gone because of him. He didn't have the strength to think about his parents anymore that night; he needed to see Ginny. After a few moments, he stood up from the ground, wiping his face on the sleeve of his robe. He walked out of the room and headed for the Gryffindor Common Room.

As soon as Harry entered the Common Room Ron jumped to his feet from his place on the couch. "Harry! We didn't know where you had gone! McGonagall came in and was talking to a bunch of people, but then she wouldn't tell us where you were and we were starting to get worried, and then she left and..."

"Well I'm fine," Harry interrupted him. Harry looked over and his eyes connected with Ginny. He walked over and sat between Ginny and Hermione on the couch. "Well, between us, I'm staying in the same room I was in before Christmas. They think it's safer that way."

"I suspected that might be the case, but Ron wasn't listening to any kind of rational thought," Hermione piped up.

Harry looked at her angrily, "Why did you refuse to be my tutor?"

"You need a tutor?" Ron asked.

"Well think of how much school he's missed. But I'm taking so many classes, and then there are my prefect duties, I really just didn't think I'd have enough extra time to really be of much help," Hermione said defensively.

"Yeah, and then you wouldn't have much time to go off for a good snog session either," Harry replied tartly.

"Well, honestly, my relationship with Ron did play a part in my decision. I don't have much free time and with our relationship being so new I don't want to ignore it." Ron smiled proudly at her comment and sat down on the floor between Hermione's legs.

"I'll tutor you Harry," Ron said gleefully.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Ginny asked, speaking up for the first time since Harry entered the room. Harry laughed, and thought about getting Ginny alone in his room, which reminded him of McGonagall's threat.

Ginny leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Did she really threaten to expel us?" Harry looked at her shocked, and nodded, unable to speak. "I've been trying to read your thoughts ever since you came into the room. I was getting a whisper before, but when I cleared my head of everything but you I was still able to do it."

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Ron asked. "Or do I not want to know? I wish I had my own private room."

Hermione slapped him playfully on the head, "Don't go getting any ideas."

"But I guess that means you're finally okay with me having a love life," Ginny teased her brother.

Ron screwed his face in disgust. "No, I liked it better when you didn't have a love life. Actually I don't think you two should be alone in Harry's room."

"Ron we shared," Ginny stopped, noticing Lavender Brown walking over.

"Harry! I'm so glad you're here. Guess what?"

"What?" Harry asked, annoyed.

"I'm your new tutor!" Harry looked at her in shock.

"I didn't realize you were doing so well with your classes," Ginny said coolly.

"Actually she's in the top of our class, behind me of course," Hermione said quietly.

"I never would have guessed," Ron said receiving a look from Lavender.

"Just because I like fashion, gossip, and boys, doesn't mean that I don't study and do well in classes." Lavender tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Harry, meet me in the library after dinner tomorrow night and we can get started. We'll have to set up a more permanent schedule later."

"I'm sure Harry won't need tutoring for the rest of the year," Ginny said.

"Well we're supposed to keep going until Professor McGonagall tells us to stop. So I guess she'll be the one to decide whether or not we'll continue all year. I'll see you tomorrow Harry." Lavender shot Harry a beautiful smile and then Ron an evil glare as she walked off. Harry turned all of his attention to Ginny and tried to read her emotions.

"Don't be jealous," he said quietly. "She's not my type."

Ginny looked at him, her eyes flashing in anger. "She's going to be throwing herself all over you. I heard the girls talking while you were in your room. Apparently coming back from the dead has made every girl in the school want a piece of you."

"Come with me to my room for a little bit. You still have time before curfew," Harry urged her.

"Harry that's not a good idea," Hermione broke into their conversation.

"Fine then all of you come."

Ron jumped up to his feet. "Sounds good to me. Let's go!"

The four of them walked down the halls to Harry's room. Harry opened the door and ushered them inside. He sat down on his bed and pulled Ginny on it with him. She sat in between his legs leaning against his chest.

"Okay, please don't do anything in front of me," Ron begged. Ginny smirked at him and tilted her head up to give Harry a small kiss. Harry looked into her eyes, completely forgetting that Ron and Hermione were in the room.

"I love you so much," he thought.

"I love you too," she answered.

"Earth to Harry, I was talking to you. Stop looking at my sister like that. Seriously, STOP!" Ron was starting to get irritated.

"Ron, why don't we go for a walk? We can meet Ginny back here in forty minutes and all return to the Common Room together so no one suspects anything," Hermione suggested. Ron looked unsure of leaving Harry and Ginny alone, but decided that the time alone with Hermione was worth it.

When they were gone Ginny pulled back from Harry and resituated herself so she was facing him.

"What are you trying so hard to block out?" she asked, examining his face.

"I finally looked at Sirius's birthday present. It was kind of like Tom's diary. He saved memories of my parents there for me. I saw part of their wedding day. It just made me think of how many people had sacrificed their lives for me... I was just feeling so weak and you're the only thing that makes me feel better."

"You shouldn't be doing stuff like that alone. You're still not back to your full strength."

"Well I'm feeling plenty strong now," he whispered before starting to kiss her neck. He trailed his kissed to her jaw, covering every inch before he finally met her lips. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck as she began to return his kiss. Harry quickly rotated his body so that he was lying on top of her. Ginny began to run her fingers through his hair as he began to kiss her collar bone. Harry felt himself begin to harden and his member pressed against Ginny's hip. His body trembled all over. "You're driving me crazy," he said quietly. "I have to stop."

Ginny looked at him pouting, "Why?"

"This is just too intense. I can obviously feel my pleasure, but I'm feeling yours too. I don't think I'd be able to stop with much more of this."

"I don't want you to stop because of it. Feeling how I'm making you feel on top of how you're making me feel is the most incredible thing I've ever experienced."

"I just don't know if we're ready for, that."

"Why not? We love each other," Ginny said quietly.

"But sometimes," Harry began.

"Love isn't enough," Ginny finished. "I love being able to know what you're feeling before you say it. It's just so intimate."

"Well then I think that is as intimate as we're ready for."

"Do you think we should tell someone about this? I mean it hasn't gone away." Ginny brushed a piece of hair out of Harry's eyes.

"I just don't know," Harry said, rolling off of her. "I guess we'll just play it by ear. I'm sure that I'll be meeting more with Dumbledore to try and focus this power, so maybe I'll bring it up then."

"Well I guess I'm going to go," Ginny said getting off of his bed. "If I stay I'll be too tempted to, well, jump your bones." Harry laughed. "I'm not kidding. Tell Ron and Hermione I'll see them tomorrow when they come back. Good night."

"I love you."

"I know you do," Ginny smirked at him as she walked out of the door.

A/N I'm going to try and get another chapter out sometime in the next two days. A lot will depend on my current writer's block diagnosis. I'm hoping to write through the rough spots. Thanks for all the positive feedback again! I hope this chapter was still up to all your standards!