A/N:R&R!

TWEET!

Blasted the whistle of the train at platform 9 ¾ .

"Bye mom!" screamed the youngest Weasley daughter after giving her mother a kiss.

"Hurry up Ginny or you'll miss the train!" Cried her brother, Ron, whose head was sticking out of one of the compartment windows.

"Oh shut up, I'm coming." Replied Ginny as she scrambled to grab her trunk and robes from the trolley and hoist them onto the train. Going into Ron's compartment.

"Oh hello Ginny!" Said Harry Potter pleasantly to her while helping her put up her trunk.

"Hey Harry." Replied Ginny, who had recently gotten over being to afraid to talk to him. "So what did you do this summer?"

"Sat in my room. I don't think my Uncle has gotten over the whole Tongue-Ton-Toffee thing yet." Harry said, while starting to tick off things." And he put the bars back up on my windows, he hasn't let me eat more then about half a piece of bread, and he still wont let my take out my books to do my homework. Um.... I think that's about all. So, how was your summer?"

Ginny, Hermione, and Ron just starred at him in disbelief.

"They what?" Asked Ron, who's look of disbelief turned into one of hatred.

"OH! I'm so sorry Harry! If we would have known, we won't have even listened to Dumbledor, and would have brought you straight back to our house!" Said Giiny, who too had the look of anger and regret written on her face.

"Yeah, I'm sorry mate. Why didn't you owl me and tell me?"

"Because you would have went all ballistic on me, and would have demanded that I come to your house."

"So?!"

"I don't want you getting hurt!" Cried Harry. "Haven't you realized everyone I care about either dies, or gets seriously injured? If Voldemort knew, and believe me, he would, that I was at your house, he would come, and not only try to kill me, but kill the rest of you too!"

The rest looked at him, affronted at his little out burst.

"Harry," Said Hermione, "You know it's not your fault that Sirius died, right?"

"If I wouldn't have been such a foul to believe that stupid vision," Harry said as tears gently flowed down his cheeks, "If I only had been working on my Occlumency, then he wouldn't have died! He'd still be alive, and we could finally prove that he was innocent. But we can't now, because he's DEAD!"

"Oh Harry!" Cried Hermione, as she sat down to comfort him.