A/N: Thank you for waiting. I know it's been long time. Here's the awaited chapter nine. I hope. The spelling of Ginny's whole name is divided. sighs this is why I have a little sis.

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter? Are you serious? Wow...you're crazy. We all know J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter.

Chapter Nine

Harry groaned as he heard a loud knock on the door. He sat up and put on his glasses. "Bloody stupid git," he muttered, "who in their miserable head would wake me up." He glanced at his wristwatch, squinting his eyes to see the time. "At four in the morning."

He grabbed his cloak and put it over himself. The sound of pounding on the door came again. "Wait a bloody fricking minute!" yelled Harry, but he doubted anyone could hear him through the thick walls. He scowled as he opened the door and jumped when he saw a petite redhead standing there, her arms full of scrolls. "What the f-"

"Harry!" cried Ginny. "I'm really sorry for waking you up and this time, but I got really caught up with this Macabre guy that you were talking about and I can't get it out of my mind. I went to the Archives in the Ministry and looked up the name Alexander Naevair. It took me a few hours, but when I found it! I got excited and Disapparated to look for you, but then I kept ending up at wrong places and it annoyed me half to death. And having to carry all of these stupid scrolls in my arms got me more annoyed. I nearly gave up until I just popped here, so yeah." Ginny looked at Harry.

He stared at her. For the first time, his stare wasn't cold. It was confused. Ginny nearly giggled as she saw his half asleep state.

Harry shook his head. "I got lost at Ministry's Archives." He seemed to shake out of his half asleep state. "Wh-what in the name of Merlin are you doing at my doorstep at four in the morning?"

"Do I have to say that all over again?" asked Ginny quietly.

"How did you get here again? What were you talking about? And what the hell are you doing at my doorstep?"

Ginny couldn't keep her smile in.

Harry noticed. "What the hell are you smiling about? Lord, it's four in the morning! Four in the morning!"

"Well, I have some scrolls on Alexander Naevair," said Ginny.

Harry stared at the handful of scrolls in her arms. "That's very kind of-" He froze. "Four in the morning! Not to mention that I told you to never come back! Just what? Yesterday!"

Ginny shifted uncomfortably. She had to shiver. The wind was affecting her. "W-Well…um…okay." She didn't know what else to say to Harry. He seemed to be less distant, yes, but he looked a bit bewildered and angry all at once. About forty five percent bewildered fifty five percent angry.

"For the love of…get in the house before you freeze to death," snarled Harry, pulling her in. "Four stinking o'clock in the morning. Woke me up as if I'm an owl or a bat or something."

Ginny spotted Apollo swooping downstairs, his silver feathers glowed through the dark.

Mind your yelling, I have what you call a sense of sleep.

"Now you know how I feel," snarled Harry.

Well…what do we have here? Are you calling for an early morning rendezvous? Strange, I thought it would take you longer than that to crack.

Harry was about to open his mouth to answer when Ginny giggled. Apollo perched on Harry's shoulder.

I guess you're not the only one that can understand me, Mr. Potter, so you better be careful.

"Stinking phoenix," muttered Harry. He turned to Ginny, who was staring at them. "Tell me again what are you doing here after I told you to leave and never bother me again?"

Ginny jumped. "Oh. I found some scrolls about Alexander Naevair in the Ministry's Archives. I thought you wanted to see them."

Harry didn't say anything. Ginny thought that he was probably thinking on whether to kick her out or read the scrolls. His answer made her remember of the old times.

"The Ministry keep archives?" asked Harry, perplexed.

Beautifully questioned, Apollo sang sarcastically.

Ginny giggled again.

"Oh shut up, both of you." Harry stared at Ginny. In Apollo's glowing silver light, she could see Harry's eyes growing colder. "Did you try looking up archives about me as well? See what they put?"

Ginny shook her head. "N-No."

"Then how do you know that everything on those scrolls are not lies?" asked Harry.

"I don't," said Ginny, "but I know that they were written in a time when the Ministry wasn't corrupted."

Silence again.

Ginny heard Harry sighed.

"Lumos," he said. Lights flickered on through out the manor. "So you couldn't wait until late in morning? This is four in the morning!"

You said that ages ago, so it would be now past four in the morning.

"Aren't you a great Father Time," snapped Harry.

Touchy. Anyways, she must be excited since she came here four in the morning to tell you about it. Dedicated if you ask me.

"For your information, she can hear you," said Harry.

Except when I don't want her to. You on the other hand, she can hear perfectly.

"Birdbrain."

Better than human brains sometimes.

Harry crossed his arms. "Apollo…"

Fine, fine…just making suggestions.

Harry sighed again. "Okay, what are so important about these scrolls that you can't wait until morning? Or until I accidentally see you in the street?"

Ginny shrank back at Harry's cold words. "Well…I'm not sure since I didn't read through them."

"Need I remind you that it's-"

"Yes!" yelled Ginny. "Four in the morning! You said that probably a bazillion times!"

She just lashed out on you.

"Quiet, Apollo." Harry went and sat down on the chair. "Okay, what is so important that you don't know that you came here four in the morning, banging on my door after I told you not to come again to show me?"

Ginny slammed the pile of scrolls on the table. Harry automatically raised an eyebrow.

"What?" asked Ginny. Harry stared down at the scrolls, but didn't say anything. He unrolled it and began reading through it. Ginny stood there waiting. Harry suddenly looked at her. "You know, you won't blow up by sitting down on a chair." Ginny moved slowly over to a chair and sat down on the opposite side of Harry. She chewed her tongue nervously. Apollo flew to his perch and lowered his head. Ginny suspected that he was sleeping.

"Your mother is running around the house looking for you," said Harry without looking up. "Your brothers are worried out of their mind."

Ginny jumped. "Huh? What? How…"

"I just know."

"C-Can I borrow your fireplace?" asked Ginny slowly.

"Go ahead."

Ginny saw that he was deeply interested on what he was reading. She went over to the fireplace and waved her wand. Scarlet and golden flames flickered on.

"Molly Weasley," she said. The flames made a whiff sound. Mrs. Weasley's head appeared in the fire.

"Ginny!" she cried. "Oh my goodness! Where are you, honey?"

Ginny smiled. "I'm fine, Mum. I just had a little work to do. Were you worried?"

"Of course I was! Everyone was worried that something happened to you."

"What could happen to me?" asked Ginny.

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Oh, Ginny. It's four in the morning and you're not asleep?" Ginny heard her mother's voice getting harder.

"As if I haven't heard the tone 'it's four in the morning' many times already."

"Well, get home. Don't you have work tomorrow?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, but don't worry, Mum. I'm working on something right now, so I'm a bit busy." Ginny saw another head coming into the flames.

"Ginny?" Ron asked. "Merlin, where in the world are you?"

"Working," said Ginny.

Ron snorted. "Sure. Don't think that I haven't check your office."

"How do you know which part of the office I'm in?" asked Ginny, a bit annoyed. She looked back at Harry and saw him still reading. She looked back to the fireplace.

"What are you looking at?" asked Ron. "Hey, stand back, I'm coming through."

"Ron-"

Before Ginny could stop him, he poked his head through the flames. It stopped, however, and his head was bounced right back.

"Hell, that hurts," grumbled Ron. "Ow…You could've at least warned me."

"Sorry," said Ginny. "Bye. Oh, say good-bye to Charlie and Faith for me. And give Tyler a kiss, too."

"All right. Bye." Ginny stood up and the flames died down. She went back to the chair and sat down. She bit her lip and chewed her tongue as she stared at Harry. She didn't know what he was thinking. She watched as Harry's eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted and clenched.

- -

"Hey, wake up before you break that neck of yours." Someone shook Ginny up. She still had her eyes closed.

"Merlin, Ron, what is wrong with you?" she mumbled. "Ouch!" She cried as a soft, but sharp pain went to her cheeks. She pried opened her eyes.

"Finally." Ginny jerked as she saw Harry standing there. "I was wondering if you would really let that head of yours roll off your neck."

"S-Sorry," mumbled Ginny. "W-What happened?"

"The sun came up, that's what happened. And I've finished the scrolls."

"Really? Well, did you find anything interesting?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, I did." Ginny looked at him expectantly. "He killed Dumbledore's parents."

Ginny's eyes widened. "That-Dumbledore's parents? Killed? That's why Dumbledore seemed so angry to speak of him."

"Yes," said Harry. He checked his watch. "Not to get you jumpy, but it's ten thirty."

Ginny jumped off the chair. "Shit! Listen, love to listen to this guy's massacre, but I got to run." She paused. "Harry, I'm sorry."

Harry blinked. "For what? Waking me up at four in the morning? Don't do that again, unless you're on fire or something in that area."

Ginny stared at Harry for a moment. She sighed. "Oh screw the office for today," she said. "I want to hear you answer my question from last time."

Harry glared at her. "Excuse me? What gave you the right to say that to me? I've got nothing to say to you and it stays at that. Thank you for the scrolls, but still…nothing."

Ginny had to think of something fast. "Then…let's go ask Dumbledore about the whole thing."

"You're joking. Ginevra Weasley, haven't you been listening to anything I said to you in the past few days? None of you are in my life."

Apollo swooped forward. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, he sang.

Ginny held back a smile.

Harry scowled. "And he wakes up. Bright and chirpy."

Of course. I'm a bird. You might as well go pay the headmaster a visit. Who knows what he might know? Maybe more.

"All right, you…bird you," said Harry.

How fascinating, I'm a bird.

Harry grimaced and went upstairs.

Ginny stood there looking at Apollo. "You keep him company, huh?" She asked.

Of course. You know he needs it before he looses his mind.

Ginny smiled. "Nice to know."

It's nice to know you still care for someone as stubborn and hard headed as him.

Ginny flushed.

You're very stubborn yourself, Miss Weasley. You always come back after he told you to go away.

"I have to try and help him," said Ginny. "I owe that to him."

Don't put too much guilt on yourself, Miss Weasley. Give it time. There's more to Harry Potter than meets the eye.

"Okay," said Harry coming downstairs. "Are you going to watch the place, Apollo?"

Most definitely.

Ginny quickly followed Harry. There was an overcast outside. The large nimbus clouds were about to break, sending water down to earth. There was also a slight frisky breeze continuously moving through the trees.

"Can you Disapparate out of here?" asked Harry, without looking at her.

Ginny frowned. "I don't know. The last time I did that was sheer luck."

Harry nodded. "All right then. We'll use a Portkey."

Ginny shrugged. Again, she could hear the waves close by. She followed the circular formation of the trees to the back of the manor. Harry looked up and saw that Ginny was walking away. "What the…" Without thinking, he followed her.

Ginny saw a tiny dirt trail that led upwards. She followed it. As she climbed to the top of the little hill, she let out a gasp. The trail led down to a lake. There were giant boulders surrounding the lake and the winds caused the waves to smash against the large boulders. The lake wasn't as big as the one at Hogwarts, but it was just as beautiful.

"You know, you're wasting my time," said Harry, coldly. Ginny turned to him.

"It's very nice," she said, nodding at the lake.

Harry scowled. "What's your point? Listen, if you're not going then I'll leave you here to look at the lake." Ginny kept staring at the lake. "You better be off my place when I come back or you'll regret it, Weasley."

Harry Disapparated without a single sound. Ginny sat down on a rock and cradled her head in her hands. A smile slid on her face. She remembered the last time she sat near the lake.

Flashback

Ginny was busy skipping rocks across the lake. When she threw it, it bounced and bounced and bounced, then sank into the waters. Sometimes she would see the tentacles of the Giant Squid come up and hit the rock. Everyone was outside, enjoying the sunshine. It was their last day of the school year. Ginny stared at the lake, smiling at the Giant Squid making bubbles in the center of the lake.

"Gotcha!" called a voice, clasping Ginny's shoulders. She jumped and whirled around. She was met by a pair of bright green eyes, sparkling in the sunlight.

"Harry!" She exclaimed. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" asked Harry innocently.

Ginny rolled her eyes and turned back to the lake. The Giant Squid had disappeared. Harry slipped his hands around her waist and put his head on her shoulder.

"I'm leaving Hogwarts," he said, smiling.

Ginny scoffed. "As if you haven't been rubbing that in my face for the last month or two."

"You have another year to go," said Harry, ignoring her remarks.

"And a beautiful one too, without you being there," Ginny said.

Harry chuckled. "And why would it be so beautiful without me being here?"

Ginny sighed. "Because, you never know what I might be doing here."

Harry sighed. "Really? Aw…Gin, are you thinking of taking advantage of the fact that I'm not here? I might not be here next year, but I'll hear things."

"What are you going to do about it?" asked Ginny.

"I can throw a few curses around, you know," said Harry.

Ginny sighed. "I guess. Oh well, there goes my dream. What do you think of doing?"

Harry smiled. "I already sent my application to the Head Auror. They didn't say when I'll be starting the course yet, but very soon."

"I'll be joining you after next year," said Ginny.

Harry hugged her tighter. Ginny felt the warmth of his body heat against hers.

"Then after everything has been settled down and I kill off Voldemort somehow, we'll have a peaceful relationship," said Harry, dreamily. "Then we could get married." Ginny grew warm at his words. "Then we can have a few children…"

Ginny blushed. "Who wants to have children with you?" She joked.

"That hurts, Gin, it hurts deeply," said Harry, pretending to cry. Ginny turned around to face him. He smiled at her. Ginny was lost in his eyes. "So are you going to hurt my dreams again?"

Ginny laughed. "Of course not," said Ginny. "I'm supposed to motivate them."

End Flashback

Silent tears rolled down Ginny's cheeks. She wanted to have what she used to have with Harry. She wanted him to hold her again and tell her his dreams. She wanted to share her dreams with him. She wanted to undo her mistakes. She wanted to undo time. I want you back in my life, Harry, thought Ginny. I don't want you away. I still love you. I never stopped loving you after those years. I never stopped.

"You wasted two years of your life?" asked a voice, making Ginny jump. Ginny turned around and saw Harry standing there, his eyes set on her, hard as stone.

"You could say that," said Ginny, softly.

"Why would you do that when you know exactly what would happen if I ever get out?" asked Harry.

Ginny shook her head. "I don't know. My subconscious? I tried to move on, but something always pulls me back to square one. I never cease to think about you, Harry. You haunt my dreams and my reality."

Harry sat down on the grass. "Azkaban was horrible," started Harry softly. "It was nothing but pain. The Dementors feed so much on me the first few days that I was numb afterwards. I couldn't feel a single thing. I couldn't remember either. You know how they thrive on pain and fear. I was an easy target then. Easy to feed on. It was cold, damp, and bitter. I was alone. I was scared."

Ginny lifted her head to face Harry. He was looking far away into the distant. He never said that before.

"My friends betrayed me. Everyone thought I was a murderer. Even you. What could I do? I was in Azkaban. So I decided to forget. I tried to forget everything by myself even without the Dementors' help. But…I couldn't forget. It always comes back. Everyone's faces and their hate toward me was the thing that I feared. Mostly you. It drove me crazy. That's when I know the position Sirius was in when he was sent to Azkaban. I had no choice. I banged on the walls, kicked the cell, anything to get me out of there to prove my innocence. I could feel day by day, my magic weakening. Sometimes, myself weakening.

"Then, the Voice of Voices came. It was strange. It gave me three guardians to help me: Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Merlin. They taught me how to fight the darkness and the pain. Gryffindor and Slytherin taught me ancient magic, and Merlin taught me how to use Occlumency. I learned how to block the Dementors away from me and use wandless magic. I learned how to be an Animagus. They taught me for two years. I learned a lot over two years. Merlin was the one who gave Apollo to me. When they decided that I was ready, they let me have my choice. I left Azkaban."

Ginny faced Harry. "Do you hate us because of this?" she asked meekly.

Harry looked at her. "No, no, I don't hate. But…I still can't forgive." Harry stood up. "You better get to work."

Ginny stood up also. "I said I would skip it today."

Harry nodded. "Fine. Just…leave me alone right now." He turned and walked back toward the manor. Ginny followed him. She suddenly remembered something.

"Harry? You're advance in Occlumency. How much of my thoughts did you see before I noticed you were there?" asked Ginny. Harry turned his head to her.

"I didn't think you would remember my dreams," said Harry before walking away.

Ginny stared at the ground. She closed her eyes and visualized the Burrow. Her ears popped and she landed in the kitchen of the Burrow.

"Ginny!" screamed Mrs. Weasley. "Where have you been? Shouldn't you be at work?"

Ginny yawned. "Mum, I stayed up half the night and now you're expecting me to work?"

Mrs. Weasley scowled. "What do you mean you stayed up half the night?" She eyed Ginny carefully. Her eyes widened. "Oh dear Merlin! You haven't been in bed with someone have you?"

Ginny jumped. She stared at her mother as if she was crazy. Yeah, Mum, sure. I spent half the night with Harry Potter. Like I'll get in bed with him. Actually, I might, but I doubt he'd let me… God, I did not think that. I did not think that! I didn't think THAT!

"Ginny!" snapped Mrs. Weasley. "You're not answering my question! What have you been doing?" She was shrieking into Ginny's face.

"Paperwork," said Ginny truthfully. "And the tension was so thick that you can't cut it with a butcher knife. Scrolls and all other things."

Mrs. Weasley scowled. "Ginevra Weasley, are you lying to me?"

"Mum…if I was sleeping with someone, I wouldn't have called you to tell you I was okay."

Mrs. Weasley still wasn't convinced. To make Ginny's day more horrifying, Ron came home early.

"Hey, Mum," he called. "How- hey, Gin, where were you at work today?"

Mrs. Weasley sniffed. "She has been somewhere until five minutes ago!"

"Not at a bar," said Ron, taking an apple.

"You wish," snorted Ginny.

"Ginny, where were you?" asked Mrs. Weasley, her eyes hard on Ginny.

Ginny shook her head. "Work! I've been going through the Ministry's archives since midnight! Boring! And now I need sleep." Mrs. Weasley wasn't convinced. Ginny sighed. "Ron, would you tell Mum that I was not sleeping with someone yesterday!"

Ron choked on his apple. "W-what?" He coughed. "What are you saying?"

"Good grief!" yelled Ginny. This isn't doing me much. I might as well go upstairs already. Ginny made her way out of the kitchen, but Ron and Mrs. Weasley stopped her.

"No, young lady, tell us where you were?"

"Fine…" groaned Ginny. "I admit it!" She chewed her tongue. "I sneaked out and…slept at some guy's house! Are you happy?"

"You what?" roared Ron. Ginny cringed. Note to self, never test your brother's capacity. "Ginny! What the hell! You-Merlin! What did you do?"

Ginny crossed her arms. "Yes, Ron, very perfectly stable of you. As if I would do such a thing."

"Then-then…how am I suppose to know that?" asked Ron, glaring.

"Why don't you owl your best friend in school and ask him what I did, since you don't seem to trust me too much!" Ginny screamed.

Ron's face twisted in pain. "What? I don't even know where he is. And how would he know?"

"Why, I don't know," answered Ginny sarcastically. "Maybe you should ask him that as well."

Ron stared at Ginny in confusion. "I don't…understand."

Mrs. Weasley gasped. "You saw Harry?" She asked.

Ron looked at Ginny sharply. Ginny bit her lip. Damn, I'll be dead. Damn, damn, damn! "Ginny? Where was he?"

"Did he talk to you?" asked Ron.

Ginny shook her head. "What makes you think I saw Harry? I never saw him. He never saw me. I doubt he would come running to me with open arms if he did. I don't know where he is. Why should I know? Do I look like some great fortune-teller to you? Of course not, so I wouldn't know crap. What Harry's doing? I don't know either so stop asking me. I know nothing about Harry Potter and never saw him since the trial of the bastards. I swear that I-"

"Gin?" asked Ron. She looked at him. "You notice that when you ramble, you tend to lie."

Ginny pulled herself together. "Well…for your info, I haven't met him. AND I haven't been doing anything disgraceful either. I need a nap. I stayed up all night. Ron, tell Vanes I'm sick." She went quickly upstairs. She plopped on her bed, closing her eyes and started breathing hard.

That was a close call.

A/N: Special thanks to my reviewers. Thank you Tanydwr for telling me the answer to the name question. Most people say Ginerva and then most say Ginevra, so I told my sister to pick one. I guess she liked Ginevra.

FlareOfDragon and ms hufflepuff: Yeah, I know I kind of rushed things, but I just want to get beyond Voldemort now. He's a bit past for me. I promise I'll slow things down and make everything clear, if I can, once I get into this new Macabre guy.Cross my fingers

Schnuff: Erm...thanks for the criticism...I thought it was kind of funny how you relate my writing to current events.

Thanks to my beta reader, who I put full confident in. The next chapter hint will have to do with a current holiday. Just hope that my beta comes back from her "vacation" bythen.