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A.N. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but this summer I hope to make out for that.

Last time: Everybody had a good laugh until Harry hit his head on the door, and was knocked unconscious.
"Harry!" Lily screamed.

And the next thing he heard was...
"Harry! Harry, you're alive! We were so worried." It was Hermione!
"Oh my gosh! I met my parents and warned them about Peter and- why are you looking at me like that?"
"Harry, you were in a dream. You've been here the entire time. Sorry."
"But I was there. I talked to them. Didn't I?"
"Harry, even if you somehow went back in time and talk them; they didn't listen. Your parents are still... still... still dead." Ron said.
"But-"
"Harry, look, I know you're upset but don't think about it. It was just like... well, just like in our third year when you thought you saw your dad but you really only saw yourself," Hermione recalled.
"That was different, this time I actually met them!" Harry yelled.
"Harry, please, I don't think Lupin heard you." Ron joked as Dumbledore walked in.
"I'm quite certain he did, Ron." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Remus you can come in, now."
"Lupin!"
"Yes Harry?" Remus looked like he had the last time Harry had seen him, same torn-up robes, graying hair, and the same cheerful bearing.
"You remember me being there right? Right?"
"Yes, Harry, I remember you being there."
"See, See? Lupin remembers me being there. Which means my parents didn't listen to a word of my advice." Harry said surprised it wasn't Hermione pointing out the obvious.
"Harry, maybe they did but somebody else, another secret-keeper, told Voldemort their whereabouts." Hermione said in barely more than a whisper. "No. I was their secret-keeper," Remus said walking to Harry's bed.
"Then are my parents alive?"
"Well, no. As we prepared to perform the spell. It's not just an incantation; it's more like transfiguration mixed with potions. Very complicated magic. Well, we forgot one small step, not unlike your Draught of Peace potion mistake, but instead of just a zero in class, we had a larger consequence. That consequence was death. It was probably my fault. Wormtail was put into Azkaban thirteen years ago instead of Sirius, but the Ministry thought he had something to do with Voldemort and in turn put him in Azkaban too. Sirius escaped with the thought of getting you away from the muggles. He is now living in the headquarters of the order. Just as you remember from before."
"But my parents are still dead." Harry said with a sad look.
"Yes, I'm sorry Harry." Lupin replied. Tears silently started to flow down Harry's cheeks. Harry's tears caused Hermione to start getting teary-eyes. Harry looked up at Hermione. Ron looking between them asked to talk to Hermione privately.
"What Ron? Can't you see we need to be there for Harry right now?" Hermione stressed.
"Well, I just wanted to say, well, I wanted to say Harry needs you more than I do right now." Ron replied.
"So you're breaking up with me?" Hermione asked while her eyes swelled with tears.
"Yes, but it's only because you need to be with Harry, he needs you right now. He needs you to be his girl." Ron said, his eyes becoming increasingly harder to see through. Going back inside, Hermione never again looked in Ron's direction. Harry, noticing this, asked what was going on.
"Ron broke up with me!" Hermione cried.
"He WHAT?" Harry asked surprised.
"He---he br---broke up with me!" She wailed.
"It's ok. Hermione, it's ok. Don't worry about it. Calm down. Shhhhhhhh. Just calm down." Harry soothingly said shooting daggers in Ron's direction every chance he got.
"He said you—you---you needed me more than he did. And he broke up with me!"
"He said what ?" Harry asked surprised at what he just heard.
"He sai—said you needed me more than he did." Hermione said calming down.
"Well, will you take me up on my previous offer?" Harry asked of course meaning when he asked her out earlier in the year.
"What?" Hermione asked surprised at what Harry was asking.
"So, will you?" He asked.
"Yes. Yes of course I will." She replied still in shock of what she had just heard.
"Good!" Harry said giving Hermione a hug. For the first time ever he realized how good she smelled. Her hair it smells like strawberries. Harry thought. Her robes are, like, spring-y scented. Now he couldn't stop thinking about her even as she started back to Gryffindor Tower, his thoughts never drifted from the smell of her soft, fluffy hair. To him, she was perfect. He couldn't see why he had never noticed her before as girlfriend material.
Later, while Ginny was studying in the library with a few friends from other houses along with a few from Gyffindor, Malfoy walked in with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Asking to have a short chat with Ginny, he led her to a reclusive corner near a lot of long-untouched books. "Listen Gin—will you two go guard us or something, just go away--- Ginny will you go out with me?" Malfoy said quickly.
Not realizing what she had just heard, Ginny asked "What did you just say?"
"I said, will you go out with me, again?"
"I-I don't know what to say! Ummm... let me get back to you." She said running back to Gyffindor tower, stopping only long enough to grab her bag and books. I know I went out with him before, but I really only broke-up him because I didn't want Ron to freak. But then it is my life. I control it, not Ron.
"Sugar quill" she said as looked at the Fat Lady portrait, "Never mind." Turning around she started pulling a quill, ink, and some parchment out of her bag as she headed for the Owlery.
Dear Mal Draco,
Yes, I would love to go out with you. Again.
Love,
Ginny
She chose to "borrow" Pigwidgeon from Ron and tied the note his little leg. She carried him over to a glass-less window and set him off. He plummeted about five feet then set off into the setting sun. Heading back to Gyffindor tower, she ran into none other than Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Deciding to avoid the trio, she took the long way to her dormitory, the way passing the Great Hall.
"Are you going to go in this time?" the Fat Lady asked as Ginny approached her.
"Yes" she said in an innocent sort-of voice, "Sugar quill."
"Go on then, don't just leave me open!" the Fat Lady called as Ginny entered the common room.
Ginny headed to bed a little early only to find Pig sitting on her bed. She ran over to the owl and unwrapped the reply.
Ginny,
Great! Well kisses goodnight.
-Me
"Kisses goodnight? Aww. He's so sweet. I just love him." Ginny said loudly earning stares from a few of her roommates. "Who's sweet? Who do you just love?" her friend, Tyra, teased, "Let me see!" she said reaching for the note still held in Ginny's hand.
"Me? Who's 'Me'?" Tyra asked.
"You would be Tyra." Ginny said knowing full well that's not what she wanted to hear.
"You know, Ginny, you're hopeless. And you know I'll find out sooner or later who me is!" Tyra laughed.
"Once again. You. Are. Tyra." She said slowly and patiently as if she were talking to a two- or three-year-old.

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