Disclaimer: Once more I have to write and say that I don't own Harry and Ginny and all their little friends. Sigh! But I do own the plots and the bad weather that will continue to happen during the story! Or Do I? Well, anyhow, Harry Potter and all his friends and enemies belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling of whom I would like to meet one day. Oh, and a big bag of chocolate from Belgium to whoever reviews this chapter first, and for those who are allergic to chocolate (I feel so sorry for you who do!) you get a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans! Satisfied? Well, I'm not until you read and review, so onward!

I dedicate this chapter to maruaderyears, IndiaInk, and my best friend, Kagome Phoenix Star; people who I feel are really awesome. As the rest of all you reviewers are. I love you H/G people!

The Trials of Life-Part-1

The surrounding area was still very and wet after last night's terrible storm. There was still a slight drizzle, but the clouds seemed to start breaking up a bit. Someone below in a tree was starting to stir effortlessly.

Ginny Weasley woke up to sun shining on her face, and tried to get up, but took a sharp intake of breath when she felt a sharp burst of pain on her right arm. She looked at it and saw that it was in an unnatural shape, and bandaged in …clothes? Suddenly, all of last nights happenings flooded back into her mind. Her breath quickened as she remembered the dark hooded figure.

Ginny heard a rustling noise over a shoulder and slowly turned around and was about to scream when she saw who it was.

It was the one person she had least expected to find her. "Harry." Ginny whispered.

It was Harry, and he seemed half awake. He stood up for a second unsteadily on his feet, and went to a pile of bottles, opened it and was about to take a sip out of it when he started to cough heavily. Ginny's eyes widened when she saw him collapse and was trying to stand up again.

"Harry! Don't move, I'll help you!" Ginny said frantically, as she saw Harry continuing to try and get up, his cough getting worse.

Harry, upon seeing Ginny awake and well, tiredly said, "Well, at least one of is will be okay." Harry tried to smile, but then a look of pain appeared on his face and he fainted.

"Harry? Harry! Wake up! Please!" Ginny said as she lifted Harry towards the trunk of the tree. 'Poor Harry,' Ginny thought. 'He must have been awake all night looking for me, and taking care of me while I was sick and injured. And through this weather too. No wonder he passed out, I would too.' Ginny was still for a moment, wondering what she should do first

After making up her mind, Ginny looked at the bottle Harry had dropped earlier. "What is this stuff? Oh, I remember now, Dad said it was called Aspirin or something like that. Well, Harry can't use this right now. Maybe I should just look at what food he brought and make a stew out of it." Ginny looked at what Harry brought and saw a couple of matches and some cooking utensils, and container full of what looked like vegetables and fruits.

"This will do. Well, I better hurry and make some stew before Harry wakes up and decides to help, despite the condition he's in." Ginny looked at Harry and made a quick bed for him. She moved Harry onto a quilt and placed the rest of them on him, and built a fire carefully near him where she could keep an eye on him and make the stew.

(1 hour later)

Harry woke to a nice warm bed and delicious aroma of cooking in the air. He coughed for a moment and slowly got up, feeling much better. He sat up and looked around, and saw that Ginny had her back facing him, still making something. Smiling mischievously, Harry slowly stood up and made his way toward her.

Just inches from her, Harry tapped her shoulder and was about to say, "Boo!" when Ginny suddenly turned around and hit him with the good arm she still had with the spoon she was using to cook the stew.

"Ow! Ginny! It's only me, Harry!" Harry cried painful as Ginny was hitting him rather hard.

"Oh! I'm sorry Harry! I thought you were still asleep and just assumed that—"Ginny was interrupted when Harry put a finger to her lips.

"That's enough Ginny. But I'm okay, just still a little cough here and there. So what did you make to eat?" Harry said to here. Ginny taken back from the sudden change of topic, stared blankly at him.

'Harry looks so much better than last night,' Ginny thought, 'but not that much. I wonder why he's looking at me like that.' "Helloooo? Ginny? Are you listening?" Harry said.

"Wha-? Oh, I'm sorry Harry. It's just I'm so glad that you look so much better than a while ago." Ginny said, and slowly pulled Harry into a hug and started to cry.

'Why, oh why did Harry have to come? Why is it always him?'

"Ginny? Please don't cry. I'm alright, now that I'm here with you as company, and not the Dursleys." Having said this, Harry tried to hug Ginny back, but Ginny was already back to cooking, her face slightly red.

'What's the matter with me,' Ginny thought. 'hugging Harry and then crying? This is not the real me, or is? And then to make things worse, he said that he enjoyed me as company, at least more than the Dursleys. What am I, his throw of which he can toss around all the time?' She thought angrily. 'But then again, he did find me and because of me, he's sick.' Ginny's anger cooled down when she saw Harry looking at her calmly, as if she was the only person who mattered right then and there.

Ginny felt heat rise to her face and said, "Harry, would you please pass me some bowls so that I can serve us? Harry?" Harry snapped out of his reverie, and handed her some bowls. "Thanks." Ginny said, not looking directly at him.

'Wonder why Ginny won't look at me anymore,' Harry thought curiously. 'Was it because I stared at her for so long?' Harry stopped thinking when Ginny handed him a bowl of delicious smelling stew. Ginny looked expectantly at him, so he took a bite.

"Well, do you like it?" Ginny said nervously. Ginny saw Harry's face go from pondering to delight.

"This is wonderful! You make excellent food Ginny. Where did you learn to cook, from your mum?" Harry said, eating Ginny's stew ravenously.

"Oh, well thanks. I'm glad you like it. Well, I did have to learn how to cook eventually, you know." Ginny said, emphasizing the word 'have.'

"Oh? Did you learn during all those times when me and your brothers went out to play and you couldn't-"Harry immediately wished he hadn't said this, because now Ginny was starting to look angry again.

"Of course I learned when all of you would go off and play and have a grand time while I was in the kitchen and mum would say, "It's better for you to stay here and not play such dangerous games as they do." and I'd say, "But I'm only a year younger than Harry and Ron!" but my mum still said no. So day after day when you guys would be playing, I learned to cook. And now you say what an excellent cook I am? It's only because of all those years of watching you play with my brothers everyday while I could do nothing except learn to cook and watch sadly as I was being left out again!" Ginny yelled out loud.

She threw her bowl down and went to the other side of the platform, and stiffly sat down as she hit her arm near a branch slightly.

Harry was quiet, and stopped eating. He thought about what Ginny had said and all the times when Ron told him that, "It's okay! Ginny doesn't have to play, and besides, mum will probably want to do something with her like she usually does." Harry heard sniffling and saw Ginny shivering. Harry slowly walked towards Ginny and sat down beside her.

"Why don't you just leave me alone, Harry? You've already made me feel worse than I already am." Ginny said to him rudely.

"Ginny? I'm sorry I said that, it's just Ron told me that, um, you didn't have to play because you enjoyed being with your mum all the time, even when I insisted that we invite you to play. And-"

Ginny stopped listening to Harry when she heard him say that he had insisted that she played with them. 'He wanted me to play with them? Harry wanted me to join them? After all those years, with me thinking that he didn't want to bother with me, he wanted to play with me?' Ginny felt a million emotions running through her body, and one that she couldn't quite place a finger on, except it drove her to look at Harry in the eyes. The next thing she did was something she thought she would never have the courage to do.

"-And well, Ginny, I'm sorry that you went through that. I just wish that I could make it up to you and-" Harry stopped talking and noticed that Ginny was shaking again.

"Ginny? Are you okay?" Harry said tentatively.

"Shut up." Ginny said in a cracked voice. "Just shut up."

Harry was about to reply slowly, but he never got the chance because Ginny flunged herself at him and kissed him. She immediately felt a sense of relief, but before Harry could even think of what had happened to him, Ginny felt a deep pain come from her damaged arm and everything blacked out.

So…Did anyone like my cliffhanger? If you do, then you get hang me off the cliff, and if you don't I get to hang YOU off it. Is that okay? I just wanted to thank everyone for their reviews and that I'm on a roll with this story...well, sort of. I would just like to thank my reviewers for everything. I'm sorry that I couldn't get this chapter up sooner. I'm grounded and the only way I can get to type is if I can clean the whole upstairs and my bedroom the way my parents want it to look like, and then I usually just have an hour or so to type. And I will be grounded for the next 5 weeks or so still. But I do have an idea for the next chapter, but if I can, I'll post more. I really wanted to do something Christmasy. Maybe a really short fic or a one-shot? Well, got to get writing to make you people happy with me. So please Review! Thanks!

A Harry and Ginny Dreamer, or known as Sango to my best friend Kagome.