Disclaimer: I wish I could, but I don't own Harry Potter and related items. I do own the plot though. Hope you like the new revised edition of chapter 1. I did it because I was getting a few reviews that were criticizing me on how and what I was writing and e-mails stating that my information on the prophecy and Harry and Neville was "politically incorrect". Stares pointedly at bob. Please, if you are reading this bob, don't get mad at me, because , it's in the books. And also because the revised version is longer and a lot better too. Just read the chapters about the prophecy and so forth and you'll see that I was right. This chapter was too short before, so I made it longer. Hope you enjoy it! Cheers! P.S.-This story has different point of views!

It was a very beautiful day on the street called Private Drive and almost everyone was out. Some families were having a mini picnics on their lawns, women swapping gossip and the latest fashion sales, men were all boasting all about some fancy job they have or something really expensive they had bought the past week. And for once, all the children of Private Drive were actually enjoying each other and having fun together. It seemed that for in the whole year this day was absolutely perfect.

This was all true except for one boy, almost a man. Harry Potter was told by his aunt and uncle, Vernon and Petunia Dursley, to watch over the house while they and their son, Harry's cousin, Dudley, went to have a day of celebration without him, which Harry took as the best thing that could happen since the terrible loss in the Department of Mysteries no less than a month ago. Harry Potter was a wizard with magical powers that rivaled even one of the most powerful wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort.

"Maybe I should try to go to sleep while the Dursleys are away, that I won't have to "sleep deprive" them as Uncle Vernon would say." Harry said a bit angrily. "If only I could just leave them, and go to the Burrow instead, but no. I have to stay here and let the Order know that I'm being a good "little boy" and say that the Dursleys are being "good" to me. They don't know what it's like to be stuck with your only remaining family and only to live with the fact that they absolutely despise the mere thought of you."

Harry moved to go his bed, but instead went to his mirror. Harry looked into it and knew that when he saw his friends again, that they would realize a change with him that even he did not enjoy in particular. He was beginning to look exactly what his aunt called his mother, "a freak." Harry saw that his black hair was clumped up and sticking out everywhere, and that his face almost looked like wax. Only his eyes didn't seem too bad, with the fact that they looked sunken in like how Sirius's used to be before...Harry stopped. He moved away from the mirror and laid on the bed, wishing he could be with his friends right now.

"I don't deserve friends. Harry said sadly. "They'll just get hurt eventually because of me, just like in the Department of Mysteries. They almost lost their lives because of me. They don't need to suffer like me. It's only my battle. Just because of the prophecy...and my so called destiny."

Harry touched his lightning bolt scar on his head, remembering the moment how he got it, along when both his parents were killed by Voldemort. Voldemort was the one who gave him all his misery and his pain. Voldemort was the reason his friends and all those he loved got hurt. 'And it was all because of the stupid prophecy.' Harry thought angrily.

"I swear that Voldemort will pay dearly for what he's done to me. My life from now on will have to change even more because of him. When I have to battle him, I'm going to make sure that he feels all the pain I've felt in my life. Then I'll kill him, just like he killed my parents and Sirius, with all those others he killed over the years. Then I'll be free forever and then...and then...I can be with my mother and father again. And Sirius. Then I can tell Sirius that I was sorry, for believing that he was there. Harry said, almost sounding sincere again.

"But until that time, I can't get to close to people more than I already am. I just can't suffer anymore than I already am. I'll just have to play along and show everyone that I'm okay, even if I'm not. If my friends died because of me, I'd never forgive myself. Harry said determinedly.

'What about when you fall in love, Potter?' Someone said with a voice that sounded like poisoned honey.

Harry was slightly surprised, but when he recognized that voice, he just narrowed his eyes and grabbed his wand.

'I won't fall in love, Voldemort, because no one will ever understand me. Besides, they just see me as the "Boy Who Lived" and nothing more. Now will you kindly please leave my head before you hurt yourself trying to get into my thoughts? There's too strong a force field for you to stay long.' Harry said in his mind.

'Oh, I will Potter, but not before I tell you that the Weasley girl still likes you, despite whatever she said to you and your friends. So you better be careful and not fall in love with her too, or anyone else, because they too will be gone because of you.'

"What do you mean that they'll be gone? What about Ginny? What's going to happen to the one I fall in love with, even though I told you that I'm not going to fall in love no matter what? Voldemort, get back here and answer me! VOLDEMORT!" Harry yelled out loud.

The only response Harry got was silence.

"Stupid Voldemort." Harry muttered. "He doesn't know what he's talking about. Of course Ginny doesn't like me anymore. I mean, why should she? I haven't exactly been too friendly to her, and hardly know anything about her. Wait a minute, and get a hold of yourself Potter. You just had a civilized conversation with the most feared wizard of all time, and you just realize that you hardly know anything about your best friend's sister. I wonder how that happened. Hmmmm...I don't know why, but I feel a bit guilty now about Ginny. I mean, why didn't I see this sooner? She and I have both met Voldemort and we do sort of understand each other more than we both tend to let each other know in the few times we actually converse with each other. What am I talking about? I sound almost as if I actually care for her. Well, I do, but I do that for everyone I know and love. Love...I've been talking to myself way too long for today. I guess I'll just write a letter to someone and go to bed. Yes, that what I'll do. I'll write a letter." Harry said, feeling a bit odd.

"But who to write to? I haven't written to Ron and Hermione for a while because Hermione is on vacation again and Ron, well, he's better off asleep. Hmmmm..wait a moment. I could always write to Ginny. I've never written a letter to her before, wonder what I'll say? Just best to write down whatever comes to mind I guess." Harry said thoughtfully.

For awhile all you could hear was the sound of Harry scribbling on parchment his letter to Ginny, pausing now and again to dip his quill into the ink bottle or crossing out a letter or two. After 10 minutes, Harry put his quill down and looked over to what he had written so far. It said,

Dear Ginny,

I don't know if you were ever expecting me to write to you, but I felt it was time I wrote to someone who might understand me in a different way then Ron or Hermione. How's it been at the Burrow this summer? Anything new or exciting happen yet? I really miss being at the Burrow and hearing explosions from the twins room and all their pranks. How's there joke shop going? Is it getting to be more and more of a success? Is Ron still a bit off from the brains? Tell him I'm sorry if he is, but if it's a funny result of behavior, then just say that I hope he stays like that. Just kidding! Is the rest of the family doing well? Any chance of knowing when I might be able to come over and stay the rest of the summer with you? Don't get confused as to what I'm about to do Ginny.

If you're reading this Ron because you just took the letter from Ginny, just know that I mean you too. Not! Once again, I'm just playing around with you. Now please give it back to Ginny by the time this sentence is finished, or else something dearly will happen to you. You got five seconds. 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1.

Did something happen to Ron yet Ginny? If it did, then let me know, and if not, don't tell me, or else I'll be extremely disappointed that it didn't work, okay? Oh, and IF it did work, let Ron know that it's permanent until..welll...let's just say it won't get off him until something, um truthful comes out of his mouth towards someone he likes? Well, back to whatever I was writing about. Do you know anything about what's going on with the Order? Do you know how Hermione's been? I haven't heard from her since the letter she sent me two weeks ago. Maybe, well for now, you can be my source of information in certain areas, since the adults think I can't take too much at a time. Thanks for listening to me blabber on and on Ginny. If you're wondering how I am, I guess I could be better but now as I'm writing to you, I'm feeling something I can't describe. I've never felt it before, I think. Do you think you can help me out later with it? I want to feel like this more often. Maybe writing to you will make it come more. I hope it does. What the heck do I think I'm doing?! Telling a girl, no offense, about my feelings. I've never told anyone about what I feel, especially when I, no offense again, I really don't know you. Maybe because you're so trusting to me. Forget what I said about anything I wrote before. Now, enough of my feelings. Just tell everyone that I'm doing fine, please? There's also one more thing. Don't ell ANYONE that I'm having nightmares again, please? I don't want people swarming all over, trying to make me tell them how I feel. Thanks Ginny. Well, I'm going to stop now. I feel I've let out to much of my feelings to you. Hope you continue to have a good time at the Burrow and please write as soon as you can, or else I'll have to resort to drastic measures. Thinks evilly about the Dursleys See you soon! Hopefully...

Yours truly,

Harry

For the first time since he got to the Dursleys house, Harry smiled a genuine smile. He didn't know why, but writing to Ginny made him feel...different. It was a new emotion that he hadn't felt or had even known to be possible to him.

"Well, that went well. I better go send this off with Hedwig before the Dursleys get home." Having said that, Hedwig flew out of her cage and stood on Harry's desk. Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg, gave her an Owl Treat, and petted her affectionately.

"Just give this to Ginny, okay Hedwig?" Hedwig gave Harry a look. You know who she is, Hedwig. Ron's sister? She's got really long red hair and is the only girl at the house. Do you know who she is now?" Harry asked Hedwig kindly.

Hedwig hooted, looking no longer confused, nipped Harry's hand affectionately, opened her wings, and flew out into the sky towards the sunset.

Harry went over to his bed and fell onto it. "I wonder what Ginny's doing right now. I can hardly imagine what she'll look like when she gets my letter to her. Maybe she'll..."Sleep suddenly took its toll on Harry, and soon he was sound asleep, having the best night sleep in over a month since Sirius's death.

(A/N: Just to let everyone know, Harry has 'talked' to Voldemort before at the Dursleys, but I was too lazy to mention it. Sorry if anyone got confused!)

(At the Burrow during the time Harry was still awake)

"Ginny! Where the heck are you? Mum told you to watch me, and you're off wandering after dark when you need to take care of me." Ron yelled whining, trying to find Ginny.

"Stupid prat." Ginny muttered under her breath. "Does he honestly think I'm going to talk to him after the way he treated me like a slave? I wish he'd just leave me alone. Maybe a nice Bat-Bogey hex later would help more than the way he's been treated this summer so far." Ginny said almost out loud, without realizing that Ron was real close to the tree she was hiding in now.

'Damn! Please don't say he heard me. Please let Ron go somewhere else. Please!' Ginny said in her mind.

"Ginny? I see you! Don't think that you can hide from me in that-"'Well, there my life goes right in front of my eyes, again.' Ginny thought sadly. "Apple tree!" 'Here he comes n- wait a minute. Did he say apple tree?' Ginny said, confused now.

Ginny slightly moved herself from her position in the oak tree and saw Ron running off towards the apple tree where she (in Ron's eyes) was hiding.

"That brother of mine! How can he not know that I don't hide in apple trees anymore? I told him myself that I don't like to be reminded that I have red hair which everyone can spot a mile away." Ginny said, making sure that Ron couldn't hear her. "Even Corner said that-Hedwig!" Ginny exclaimed out loud without noticing it. "Why are you coming to me? Isn't that letter for Ron? Ginny said eyeing a large letter tied to Hedwig's leg.

As Ginny tried to get Hedwig to go with her and give her to Ron, Hedwig started to flap her wings and tried to peck at Ginny!

"Stop Hedwig! What's the-Ouch!-matter with-Hey!-you?" Ginny said at Hedwig rather painfully. She turned over to look as Hedwig and say her looking right back at her and the letter.

"Is the letter for me? Is that why you've been attacking me and-" "Ginny! Get down here this instant! Don't think I didn't see Hedwig fly into the tree with a letter from Harry! It's for me!" Ron said, rather proudly now that he found his sister.

"Thanks a lot, Hedwig. Now I have to be take care of Ron again." Ginny said rather disappointingly. Hedwig, now that the letter was off her leg now, looked as if she were about to attack Ginny again, when Ginny said rather fearfully "I was only kidding Hedwig! I'm sorry to have scolded you when you weren't even a part of this mess." Ginny reached out to stroke Hedwig, but Hedwig, having calmed down now, decided to fly to another tree with some other owls and stayed there.

Ginny yelled out to Hedwig before she went too far away, "Come back tomorrow in the evening so I can give Harry my reply!"

With a sigh, Ginny was about to climb down the tree where Ron was waiting for her impatiently, when she suddenly remembered that she had brought her broom with her to the tree. Smiling secretly to herself, Ginny got on top of her broom and said to Ron, "Catch me if you can!" And she flew off towards the Burrow to her room, leaving a very confused Ron on the ground running after her.

(In Ginny's Room)

"At least I can get some peace and quiet for another hour or so. Ginny said sadly. Then, she suddenly remembered that she still had yet to read Harry's letter to her. "I wonder why Harry would write to me first and not Ron..." Ginny said thoughtfully.

"It's not your letter Ginny! It's mine! Give it back!" Ron yelled, pounding in Ginny's door.

"Oh, sod off Ron! It's for me, it says so!" Ginny yelled back and after Ron seemed to have left, she began to read the letter. She seemed happy that Harry didn't seem to mention anything about what happened a month ago, but when she got to the part where Harry said not to get confused, Ron burst into the room and snatched the letter from her hands with a triumphant smile.

"Ron, give that back! It really is mine!" Ginny said angrily, trying to get the letter back but with no such luck.

"We'll see. Harry wouldn't want to write to you in the first place anyways." Ron said distractedly. "The letters from him are always for me or Hermione, and besides, he doesn't even like you that way, even if you still do." Ron said, while still making sure that the letter was Harry's handwriting.

Ginny was about to try again to get the letter, but stopped because of what Ron said struck a nerve, a very big one. Without any thought, Ginny started to attack Ron, when all of a sudden, Ron started to pale.

'What's the bloody matter with him?' Ginny thought impatiently, wanting to attack the person who said that she still liked Harry. 'I do like Harry, but not in the way I used to be when I was a little girl.' She thought rather forcefully. Are you sure about that, little Ginny? "Stupid conscience." Ginny said, not knowing what had gotten her to think that she still liked Harry in that way. Bringing herself back to reality, Ginny turned to Ron and saw a very funny thing.

Ron had turned all furry, and seemed to have little wings all over his body, which were slowly lifting him into the air.

'Guess I didn't have to put a Bat-Bogey Hex on him after all, Harry did.' Ginny thought smugly, while trying to suppress her laughter. Ron looked like a red-haired creature that was half bird, half mutated bat. It was very funny.

"I'm going to kill Harry! How was I supposed to know that the letter wasn't for me?" Ron yelled at Ginny and to himself, but mostly to Ginny as if his mutation was her fault.

"You prat! Didn't you listen to me before? I told you the letter was for me? But noooo. Mr. Only Harry sends me letters had to go extravaganzing into my life and take the letter intended for me! I'm glad you got hexed instead of me, Ron Weasley! You deserved it, especially the way you've been treating me!" Ginny yelled so forcefully at Ron, which it left him speechless. Without another word, Ginny made an angry growl of a cat, got Ron by his "fur" collar, and threw him out of her room with a slamming of the door.

As she turned to go pick up the letter Ron had dropped on the floor, she heard a something like a scream, and heard the sound of something being hit. She went to the door and peaked out to see Ron being attacked by their mother with a broom.

"Mum! Don't-Ouch-hit me! It's me-arrggh!-Ron! I've been-owww!-mutated! Ron said very painfully to his mother who was beating him harder and harder.

"What?! Ron, what happened to you? I'm so sorry, you just gave me a fright." Mrs. Weasley said rather relieved that it was Ron and not something else.

Ginny held a snicker, and closed the door to her room as she saw her mother take Ron downstairs to see what she could do to help him. She looked around her room, found her letter, jumped on her bed, and began to read it, in peace this time around. She laughed when she found out that Harry had planned the mutation of Ron all along.

"But how's he able do use magic, if he's not of age yet? Hmmm..maybe it was one of Fred and George's trick parchments." Ginny said to herself. She continued to read and suddenly felt something indescribable. She had gotten to the part where Harry was talking about his feeling to her and how sorry he was for doing so.

"You don't have to feel sorry for your feelings, Harry." Ginny whispered, wondering if she would ever say those words to him directly.

With a sigh, Ginny finished reading Harry's letter, feeling very tired and confused of the whole ordeal. A million thoughts were running through her head, and she did not know how to handle all of them at the rate that they were going at. Things like 'Why is he writing me all of a sudden?' and others which she hated even to think about 'Do you think he might finally notice you more?' and also 'You still like Harry, despite what you told Hermione that you gave up on him, don't you?' Ginny's mind said to her.

Feeling all of this was too much, Ginny decided that she would write to Harry tomorrow first thing in the morning. Ginny looked out the window and saw that there was still enough light to stay outside for an hour or two. Making sure no one would come bursting into her room, Ginny got pathetic excuse of a broomstick and took off towards the trees of an orchid belonging to no one in particular. Ginny always felt happy flying in the air, belonging there, probably because of the Weasley trait she inherited. As she was flying, she felt that all her problems were behind her. She suddenly grew tired, from all that happened today, and slowly guided her broom to a tree bearing green fruit. She grabbed a branch and making sure that it would support her, she swung off her broom and found out that someone had built a small platform in one part of the tree she didn't see before.

'I wonder who built this thing. It seems very old.' Ginny thought curiously. She looked around and saw nothing except an ancient broom, a faded old quilt, and a picture of someone, who seemed to be sad. Ginny was about to inspect it more closely, when she decided against and moved over to the quilt.

'It's quite soft, considering that its been probably been here for along time, by the looks of it.' Ginny said to herself. "I really shouldn't, but I'm so tired and...." Ginny trailed off and slowly wrapped herself in the blanket and feel asleep dreaming about someone she felt she had seen before and two other people, even if she couldn't see their faces and reach out to them. She did not know that someone would be having the same dream as she was in a place far from where she slept.

Thanks to those people who bothered to read my first story ever, and the older version of it. And to those who read this bit at the end too. Who knew that I could write this much? I hope you like the cliffy, or at least I thought it was a cliffhanger. I don't know when, but soon I'll have chapters 2 and 3 up. To let you all know, I wrote chapter 3 before 2! I completely forgot to write chapter 2 ,Dream and Search. But I'm almost done working on it, and if anyone bothers to review, I don't care how many I get, much, but I'll post it. Thanks for your support, the ones who encouraged me on my first try! Oh, I'm sorry if I don't review very often. I'm banned from the computer for awhile, but sometimes I can get on if I'm especially good. As I said before, please Review!

A Harry and Ginny Dreamer