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"Smile!" cried the photographer, lifting up his camera, and pointing it me, and my family. We were all grinning and laughing. "Thanks! I just need to ask some questions, and I'll be going!" he yelled above all the noise.

Fred and George had put a beetle down Percy's back.

Exasperated he walked over to Mum and Dad and began to ask some questions, jotting down notes on a notepad in the process. He smiled and moved to me, since I was the only one standing there and not preoccupied.

"So, you're the youngest and the only girl, I take it?" He asked staring at me. His gaze was penetrating, as if he was trying to get to all my secrets. It was probably a trait all reporters had.

"Yes, I am," I answered quickly, and politely, like I what was expected of me. I looked back boldly.

"And, you are going to attend Hogwarts for what year, this upcoming school year?"

"Second year," I said.

"What about your siblings?" He queried, scribbling in his notepad.

"Ron is in third year, Fred and George are going to be in fifth, and Percy in seventh. He's Head Boy, you know," I said, not exactly proud, but I felt it ought to be said, perhaps it would throw a good light on the family. "Second Head Boy in the family too."

"So I was told," he muttered. "How has your vacation been so far?"

"Its been great! The Egyptian witches and wizards are so fascinating! I've learned a whole ton about curse-breaking," I said smiling, perhaps I was overdoing it.

"Curse-breaking?" he asked puzzled.

"Oh yes, my brother Bill works as a curse-breaker for the local Gringotts. He's showed me how to do loads of stuff!" I grinned smugly, he'd want to know about a twelve-year-old doing curse-breaking. That was hard, and it made me look like a genius. Of course, I wasn't doing the actual curse- breaking, Bill had just told me about that. I was making sound like I was doing it, and this stupid reporter from The Daily Prophet, was lapping it up. "You should talk to Fred and George about the actual vacation though."

"Yes, yes, I will," he said wandering over to where the twins were conspiring together. "Curse-breaking, at her age..." he murmured.

"Fred! George! What are you doing?"Mum yelled, walking very fast towards them. Fred and George spun around and leaned casually against the pyramid.

"Nothing Mum," Fred said, in voice he hoped sounded unconcerned, the fear in his eyes gave him away though.

"Just standing here, Mum," George spoke up.

"Gees, Mum, can't we lean against a pyramid without being yelled at?" Fred told Mum.

"Seriously, they were waiting for us," Ron broke in, in their defense. The twins looked at me in desperation. "We were behind, and they said they would wait."

"Mum, they're not doing anything," I said, weakly, I couldn't think anything else. Percy was always nice to me.

"I don't think so!" Mum yelled. "I just saw you shove Percy in that pyramid! Move George, Fred you too!" Mum pulled them away impatiently, and a small door in the side of one fell open.

Percy stumbled out blinking in the sunlight. His horn-rimmed glasses were all askew. His clothes were dusty and his Head Boy's badge looked like it hadn't polished in months, but in fact it had only been polished an hour ago. He got to his feet and brushed himself off, glaring at the twins. He stood to his full height and walked stiffly away from the group.

I followed after a while and Mum followed behind me. Ron, Fred, and George slouched and moved off.

"Percy, I'm sorry they did that to you," I said, hesitantly, wondering how he would respond. I didn't have to wait long to find out.

"What?" he said, turning on me; I stepped back. "You backed them up! You defended them! Now you're sorry? I'm sorry Ginny, but no."

"It's hard to be on the good side of all your brothers at once! Especially, since you don't pay much attention to me either!" I yelled, furious now.

"I - I..." he stopped, lost for words. "I supported you last year when you were possessed by you-know-who!"

He was right, he had been there for me, most of the time.

"I was grateful for that, and you know I was!" Having said that I stormed off. I had been grateful for when he did comfort me, but he was busy with prefect duties. He wasn't always there when I did need him.

I wish Harry was here. He would be nice to have around. He wasn't exactly someone I could talk to, or confide it, but he was someone, that could relieve the family tension. Ron had called him earlier this summer. I was in the room, near the phone when he did it. He dialed the number and waited for someone to pick up.

"Vernon Dursley speaking," I heard someone say, I suppose it was Harry's uncle.

"HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER!" Ron yelled into the mouthpiece. I flinched.

"WHO IS THIS?" I heard Harry's uncle yell. "WHO ARE YOU?"

"RON - WEASLEY! I GO TO HARRY'S SCHOOL," Ron screamed back, holding the phone an arm's length away.

"THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER AT THIS RESIDENCE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! ARE YOU STALKING ME AND MY FAMILY?"

Then the connection ended and Ron was left holding a limp phone, with a look of mingled shock and puzzlement.

"Ron," I said quietly, "I think you got Harry into trouble, I wouldn't advise you to do that again.

I smiled as I remembered that incident, and the scene at dinner later.

"Dad," Ron had said, picking up a stem of broccoli and inspecting it to see if Mum had put any interesting spices on it. "I called Harry today, and it didn't go to well."

"You used a telly-phone? What happened?" Dad leaned forward interested.

Ron related what had happened, and the conversation. "- And then he called me a 'stalker' and hung up," Ron concluded.

"What's a 'stalker' Dad?" I asked.

"I don't know, Ginny," Dad said. "It's a muggle term, I suppose, so you should probably ask one of your muggle friends."

"So, what do you think I did wrong, Dad?" Ron inquired, setting down his fork, and taking a drink from his glass.

"Well, Ron, I reckon you shouldn't have shouted. I really can't think of any other reason," Dad said.

This memory faded. I was sitting under a bush, Percy and I had just had a row. I frowned and sighed. I couldn't wait to see my friends again. I missed Mia so much.

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