Disclaimer: Fine. You meanies. NO, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CONTENTS OR THINGS TO DO WITH IT. (Also, I don't own the recipe for Haley's Bakery Secret Shortcake Shells.)

Author's Rant: You guys are so lucky I don't need reviews to write. The previous three chapters have been up for... um, it's summer, why should I keep track of time? And NO reviews. Do you hate me that much? I honestly don't think a single ONE of you has taken a peek at this. You can just come in, and if you don't like it, review telling me how to improve it. I had this amazing idea and no one responds. Sigh. Just because... no wait. I admit that the first three chapters didn't make much sense, and this one I will try to make a little better, but still. Is it honestly that hard. What, you ask? For you, great writers who don't care about this crap, to spare one moment of your precious life to glance at the fruit of my labour? (Don't mean to be so dramatic, but...) If I don't get a review in the next two chapters, then I will really pull the plug until the power comes back on. Well, if I keep going on like this then there will be no room for the chapter. And this is in the POV of Ginny Weasley (as evident from the ending of Ch. 3) and it starts a few minutes before the last one ended. Bye bye.

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)Ginny Weasley(

I hate waking up so early. 7:30, can you believe it? Today was a good reason though, Ron, dad, and I were picking up Harry. Hermione had arrived by floo a few days earlier. At Privet Drive, we arrived in the kitchen and Dad immediately began to check out all the appliances. I volunteered to go help Harry pack and Ron volunteered to keep Dad from taking anything. I went upstairs and saw a few letters on the desk, the ones that Ron, Hermione and I sent yesterday.

Well, upstairs, I saw the weirdest thing, Harry was sleeping but talking in another language as he slept, something that really scared me, because it sounded as if he was fluent in the language and more comfortable in that than English. I looked at my watch as it struck precisely 8:00 and I saw Harry wake up and a plate of something that looked like green pancakes, a gigantic glass of milk, and what looked like 3 folded silvery robes and 2 or 3 black robes with a grey collar, which I touched, and found that they were softer and more comfortable than silk, satin, and those African lop-eared rabbits that muggles always buy as pets, put together.

He looked around the room for a minute and then noticed me, and genuinely smiled. He locked eyes with mine, and I almost gasped, for in those beautiful emerald eyes (did I really just say that? Oh, well.) was a gaze full of power and brightness that was at least as powerful as Dumbledore's. There was something really different about him... He reached for his glasses, put them on, and looked very puzzled. "What the..." "Good morning, Harry... did you forget I was here already?" He blinked. "Sorry, Ginny, but for some reason, I can see perfectly without my glasses. I have no idea why." "Hmm." He jumped out of bed and we both blushed as we realized that he was dressed only in a short pair of white silk boxers (Did I just blush? WHAT?) and what looked different to me was he looked much more muscular than last time I saw him, and his hair was very long but all growing at the back, looking very stylish. (Why do I keep describing him like this? NO, Ginny, just a friend, just a friend...). "Um, I hope you don't mind, will you just leave the room until I get dressed?" I grinned. "OK, remember, robes, not Muggle clothes."

A few minutes later, he came out dressed in one of the silvery robes that was on the foot of his bed. They framed him perfectly, covering all while being just tight enough to show off a bit (What the hell is wrong with me?). He nodded for me to come in. He asked me to clean up the letters while he put the bigger stuff away. He paused. "I'm seventeen yesterday, why am I packing by hand?" He shrunk his broom and cauldron, a few larger textbooks, the birthday presents from us (except for my ring, which he was wearing. It fit perfectly.). When he wasn't looking I stole a bite of the green tea pancakes... to say that they tasted absolutely divine would be an understatement. We finally shrunk the trunk, only a little, and carried it down. Just as Harry's aunt came rushing in to see what all the noise was, we each placed a finger on a small hawk figurine and felt a tug behind our navel, and landed about a hundred yards away from the Burrow.

Then, to my great embarrassment, my brother bumped into me and I fell in Harry's direction right on top of him, knocking him down, in turn knocking my Dad down, who then fell into Ron. My mother along with Bill was watching this from the balcony we recently added to the third floor and even from here I could hear her laugh her head off. Well, that's a great welcome for Harry. Wait, Bill? When'd he get here? (A/N: Skipping forward an entire day here, I really am too tired to write much more, it's 10 and I woke up at 6 this morning)

I woke up pretty early, so I went down to the kitchen, where Harry, Hermione and Mom were talking, Harry again dressed in one of those soft silvery robes that looked so good on him (Don't listen to me... I'm really deranged right now). Everyone said good morning to me and I sat down in between Harry and Mom. About ten minutes later, Dumbledore came in. "Hello Molly, Hermione, Ginny, Harry... Harry, where are your glasses?" He also looked a bit distracted like by Harry's gaze, and when they locked eyes, for some reason I could feel a strange sensation in the room, and Mom, Hermione and I all shuddered involuntarily. "I don't know sir, I woke up yesterday and I found that I didn't need them, I could see perfectly." "That's odd."

After a few minutes of light conversation, Dumbledore turned to Harry and asked, "Do you want to bring your friends out today?" He looked confused. "To where, sir?" "Why, out to Godric's Hollow, and then the Potter cottage." He looked even more confused. "The cottage I can understand, but wasn't it destroyed when my parents were murdered?" "Why of course not, has no one told you they were staying at the safe house at the time?" "Well then of course Ron, Hermione, and Ginny can come." "Good... Ms. Weasley, would you mind waking your brother up? We are leaving in half an hour."

We took a bottle of Butterbeer as a portkey and landed in front of a gate that had a crest with a trinity sign, in the top, a phoenix, the bottom-left, a hippogryph, and bottom-right, a griffin. Under it were the words "Parans, Volens, Potans" (A/N: Ready, Willing, and Able) For some reason Harry just kept staring at those three animals. Harry touched a finger to the middle of the crest and the gate opened. He looked surprised but walked down the cobblestone path. After about a kilometre and a half, we came upon a huge stone mansion, about two or three times the size of the Burrow (and, though it may not look it, the Burrow is pretty frickin' big!). I'm just going to describe the house for a sec...

The front door was over to one side, in the middle there was a series of large three-story windows overlooking the large pond that the path wound around. All of the shutters were white and black, and the windows were big, but you couldn't see anything through them but darkness. In front of the front door, there was a statue of a phoenix perched on a griffin's paw, with a hippogriff standing next to the griffin, watching the phoenix. I was surprised when the stone phoenix jumped off and flew around, the griffin jumped up after it, and the hippogriff appearing to laugh, if that's possible. The same crest was on the gigantic wood and bronze front doors. Harry looked around, and walked in.

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Notes: You like? Good! NOW REVIEW! For a motto I had to choose between Fortes Fortuna Iuvat (Fortune favours the brave) or the one up there now, and Audaces Fortuna Juvat has been done (in This Means War!, a good, super-funny fic by Jeconais) and that is too similar. I got the mottos at , there are a lot of uber-cool Latin mottos there. I will list no previews for the next chapter, only that it is half in Harry's POV and half in Ginny's. Well, bye!