A/N: (Looks Dazed) Wow. I didn't know that I could get that many reviews for one chapter. I mean, sweet God, 37 reviews for one chapter? (sits down in shock) I never figured that you guys would like it this much when I started. (clears throat) Anyway, I am dreadfully sorry that it takes me so long to update, but you guys must know the drill by now. I pretty much update once a month because I am a lazy ass. Now, there are several issues that must be resolved to all of you fine reviewers. Not all of them are for chapter 3, but I forgot to do it last chapter so bear with me please.

Issues/reviewers:

1. Perhaps you have not noticed, but this is a Harry/Ginny fic. It says so in the summary. Just figured I'd let you know.

2. Severus Snape and Remus Lupin will be playing MAJOR parts in this story. It will NOT be slash. I am a personal lover of slash fics, but am hopeless at writing them, so I won't. If your looking for a good slashy fic, go to my favorites. I have a bunch there.

3. Since you guys appear to like the twisting and turning of my fic so far, I will endeavor to continue. You guys are never going to guess what happens next!

4. There will be some Dumbledore bashing in this fic. Sorry, but there is just no avoiding it. He acted like an arse in the fifth book and it makes my blood boil that he tried to protect Harry from something that he couldn't be protected from.

5. maniac from hell: Umm….I thank you for your review, but the description you gave me was completely different from my story. It had nothing to do with it at all. Perhaps you could write your own story like that, and I would check it out. Thanks for the review.

6. Laura: (grins sheepishly) Thanks for the spell check hun. Unfortunately I am horrendous at spelling and anything my spell check doesn't pick up, isn't fixed.

7. DementorChic: Hah! You got it love! I am sooooo proud that you picked up on that! I honestly wasn't sure if anyone would pickup on my little detail, but hey, 20 house points to you. You guessed correctly. Those other attempts were simply screw ups. I realize that it makes no sense now, but hopefully by the end of this chapter, it will. Thanks for the review!

Alright, that's far too much from me. Lets continue on with the story!

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It was so dark. Nothing like Harry had ever seen before. The blackness was like a moist velvet blanket that had been draped over his face and was covering his nose and mouth, making it impossible for him to breathe. Harry tried to fight the darkness that covered him, but his attempts were in vain. The blackness around him just kept increasing in its weight and size, growing and growing to unimaginable proportions, smothering him and making his lungs scream for air.

Harry scratched and clawed at his silent attacker, even though his limbs felt like lead. His muscles burned with the intensity of his exertion and his bones creaked and turned to gelatin, threatening to collapse underneath him. Harry's heart beat faster and his blood pumped harder until he was sure that his body would explode from the pain and exhaustion that threatened him.

Seeing a pin prick of light Harry threw himself towards it, pressing his body further and further into the abyss, not knowing if he would ever again come free. The small circle of light grew and grew until it had morphed into a window sized opening. Using every last bit of energy he had, Harry catapulted himself through the window of light.

With that, Harry awoke from his self induced coma, coughing violently.

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Remus Lupin was sitting quietly in the living room, his long fingered hands holding onto Harry's, rubbing soothing circles into the boy's skin with his thumb. He had been sitting that way for quite some time, never moving, hardly breathing for fear that he would push Harry further away from him. All he had done for the past five days since Harry had arrived was sit with the unconscious boy, and stare at his pale and unmoving face as he held his hand.

Yet, even as he sat with Harry, all he could think about was the all consuming rage that bubbled just below the surface, preparing itself to boil over and explode. The wolf in him was spoiling for a fight and, for once, Remus was in complete agreement with his canine counterpart. All he wanted to do right now was floo to Hogwarts and tear out Dumbledore's throat.

How dare he? How dare that man even consider keeping something of this great a magnitude from him. It was a galling thought that perhaps the Headmaster simply didn't trust him anymore, so Remus pushed it from his head and into the deeper recesses of his darkened mind.

He had argued and yelled for a good time after Ginny Weasley had made her clever escape from the kitchen. He personally wanted to read the letter himself, but realized that if he pointed out her disappearance, she would never be permitted to read her portion. That damnable, overprotective mother of hers would have the letter out of her hands before she could even put up a decent protest. So he covered for her and made his own irritation more loudly known, pinning most of his anger at the Headmaster himself.

With his anger at the forefront of his mind, Remus remembered the scene in which they had found Ginny Weasly after she had presumably read the letter. He had been part of the party who had run up to the redheaded girl's room, and had been there when Dumbledore had removed the lock the girl had cunningly put into place. Remus had seen the fiery teen weeping on her bed as though the entire world would collapse around her, and he saw Arthur Weasly cast a memory charm on his daughter and take the blood covered note from her grasp.

Remus felt nothing but the deepest sympathy for the girl who had so obviously endeared herself to Harry once again. He knew that there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to read Harry's last words to her except her Mother's own protective nature, but he also knew that there was nothing that he could do about it.

As much as he wanted to help the youngest Weasley child, he knew that doing so would endanger his position in the Order of the Phoenix. Remus had been given strict orders from Dumbledore not to fill Ginny in once she had awoken, and he hadn't. No one had. Every single member in the household had let the young girl have her memories removed and filled in with false ones.

Then there was also the topic of Severus Snape. He had been acting very oddly of late as well. Remus figured out how Ginny had gotten hold of the letter, and marveled at the way the Potions Master had attempted to help the girl in his own rather twisted way. He couldn't understand for the life of him, but it appeared as though the resident greasy, 'Bat from Hell' actually cared about the fiery redhead. Even if he didn't know it himself yet.

The middle aged werewolf grinned to himself at the thought of Severus Snape actually caring for someone of his own free will. Shaking his head slightly, Remus looked back to Harry.

Remus couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about Harry that endeared him to people. Especially the old werewolf himself. Remus could feel something lingering in the recesses of his mind that spoke quite clearly of Harry. It cried out at him to protect him, to love him, to hide him from pain. It reminded him of how Moony would sometimes react when James, Sirius, or Lily got into trouble. Whenever they were in any sort of physical danger, Moony reared his furry head and fought against Remus' desire to remain in control.

Sighing deeply, Remus pushed the headache invoking thoughts away from him and concentrated solely on the pallid boy that was laying on the couch. He memorized the gentle curve of his ears and the sharper angles of his cheek and chin bones. He committed to memory the boy's nose that was identical to that of Lily's, and the way his ebony bangs fell into his face reminded Remus completely of James.

Remus turned his attention towards Harry's thin chest and watched the way it rose up and down in the rhythmic pattern he had grown so accustomed to. He watched the rise and fall of the gaunt boy's torso for a few minutes longer before the sequence of breath was interrupted. Remus was thrown back in shock as Harry's eyes flew wide open as if in panic and he started coughing and choking violently.

"Pomfrey!" Remus yelled, his mellow tenor voice echoing off of the ancient walls and hallways.

At first there was no sound, simply the remnants of Remus' voice lingering in the dank hallways and empty rooms. Then, as if on cue, a great stampede of feet pounded down the hallway until the group of running Order Members flooded into the living room, panting and gasping for breath. Madame Pomfrey was the first to recover and take in the situation.

"What has happened to the boy Remus?" The aged nurse asked, trying in vain to restrain the boys convulsing figure.

"I don't know, he just started coughing. I didn't know what to do about it." Remus said, feeling terror stretch and tighten across his chest.

Pomfrey didn't even reply. She completely ignore the mosh pit of people that encircled herself and her charge, and summoned the black medi-witch bag that held all of her potions and cures. The black bag came zooming into the room, knocking several people over in the process, and fell at its owners feet.

Pulling the bag open, Madame Pomfrey pulled out a single glass vial that was hardly the size of her little finger. Wrenching the still coughing boys mouth open, she uncorked the glass vial and poured the contents down his throat.

Abruptly, all movement ceased. Harry Potter's convulsing body lay still and motionless, an almost grateful look on his face. His eyes, however, were still glazed over with that same fear and trepidation, as though there were something hunting him, but he couldn't see it.

"What did you give him?" Hermoine Granger asked, that ever inquisitive look on her face.

"It was a strong sedative, Ms. Granger." Snape answered, his dark obsidian eyes darting from Pomfrey to Dumbledore and then back to Harry's frail form. "It is normally used on patients who are in extreme amounts of pain, or in an unsafe state of mind."

Remus started at that. Sure Harry had been coughing like some one who had been underwater for too long, but that didn't mean that he was experiencing extreme boughts of pain.

However, before the aged werewolf could ask, Dumbledore cut in. "Well, thank you Madame Pomfrey. Now, will you be able to tell us when young Harry will awaken?"

The nurse looked hopeful as she answered, "Well, technically he is awake. However, once the sedative wears off he will awaken completely to us. The only problem then being that this particular potion takes different amounts of time to do it's work for different people. So, quite honestly, I don't know when Mr. Potter will wake up."

The group looked disheartened by this, but Ginny chose that moment to pipe up, "Well then, if we don't know when he'll wake up I'm going to stay with him until he does." Then, with an air that befitted that of a queen, she glided over to the armchair and sat daintily upon it.

"Now Ginny dear," Mr. Weasly began, as though speaking to a small child. "We don't know if Harry will wake up in a matter oh hours or weeks. You can't possibly stay here until he does."

The man's arms were outstretched, as though to help bring his daughter back over to him. His gaze however held no such pretenses. His blue eyes were commanding and fierce, telling his daughter that if she didn't come him right then and there, she would be sorry.

However, Remus was amazed to see the female red head stare right back into her fathers commanding gaze and say, "Watch me." And, with that, she leaned back into the velvet chair and made herself comfortable.

The Weasly patriarch looked stunned to say the least. All manner of comforting fatherly presence had evaporated as he snarled at his daughter, "Ginny Weasly you will-" But he was suddenly cut off by Severus Snape himself.

"What's the matter Weasly?" He said, staring at Arthur Weasly with a look of disgust and sadistic amusement on his sallow face. "Lost control over your family have you? Afraid of leaving the girl with an unconscious boy? My, my, we have grown paranoid haven't we?"

"Severus, that is enough." Dumbledore said, seeing the look of murder flash across Arthur Weasley's face. "Arthur, I don't see the harm in letting Ginny stay here with Harry. If he doesn't wake up by dinner time tonight, then she will leave. Until then, I believe that Remus would be more then happy to stay here with her?" The last part was a question, directed towards Remus himself.

"Of course." He said, wanting nothing more then for the others to leave them in peace. "Ginny can stay with me until dinner. I wouldn't mind the company."

Indecision flashed across both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's faces, before Dumbledore smiled jovially and said, "Well, now that's settled, why don't we all go upstairs and have some breakfast. I've heard, Molly that you make a positively scrumptious porridge."

Molly Weasley's mind was immediately off of her daughter and Remus, and her face was flushing happily with the praise. With that, Dumbledore had the two Weasley parents ushered out of the living room and towards the kitchen, leaving the other Weasley's, Snape, Hermoine and Tonks in their wake.

"Well," Madame Pomfrey said, the commanding air coming back into her voice and posture. "What are you all still doing here? I won't have you bothering my patient. Out with the lot of you."

The aged nurse hurried the others from the dank room, but not before Tonks could give Remus a weak smile and a wink. Suddenly Remus and Ginny were alone in the room with Harry.

Closing the door securely behind them, Remus turned to find Ginny was back on the floor beside Harry, holding his hand and brushing the messy locks off of his face in the same pattern he himself had been occupying not 10 minutes ago. Remus watched Ginny in fascination for a few moments, watching the way her fingers carded through Harry's hair, and the way her eyes never left the boy's pallid face.

A small grin crossed the old werewolf's face. It looked as though Harry had his number one fan back again.

"Ginny," Remus began, but immediately realized that he had nothing to say. "How are you doing?" He finished lamely, seeing the idiocy of his own question.

Ginny however, wasn't fazed by his remark and simply smiled at him and said, "Fine, thanks Remus."

The two sat in companionable silence for a long while, before a question bubbled forth in Remus' brain. "Ginny? Why haven't either Ron or Hermoine been by to see Harry yet?" It was true, neither of the boy's friends had been by to see him at all. Remus would have known if they had come, seeing as he spent all day and night with him.

The red head snorted in disgust. "Most likely their too busy sucking each others faces off to worry about Harry." Her mouth curled into a sardonic sneer. "The damn idiots have been all over each other since they got together. They didn't even bother to tell Harry. Hermoine said that they didn't want to make him upset. They were afraid that he'd blow his top like last year. Honestly," But Ginny was hardly done yet, no she had about a month and a half of built up anger she needed to purge herself of.

"They think that I can't see through them. They don't want to tell Harry because they are selfish. They intended on keeping their relationship hidden from him for only Merlin knows how long. They dare to call themselves his friends. And Mum has been eating it up, oohing and aahing over them and giving them all the private time together that they need. If Hermoine's not careful, she'll end up like my mum before she knows it. Young, ambitious, and knocked up."

By the time Ginny had finished her rant, she was on her feet and pacing, throwing her hands up into the air to punctuate her points along the way. She stood panting, her face red with anger, before she slumped into the velvet arm chair with a sigh.

"I'm sorry Remus." She said, burying her face into her hands. "I shouldn't bother you with this, but it just gets to be too much sometimes."

Remus was stunned to say the least. He had never known how left out and alone Ginny felt, how angry and sad she was beneath her good natured mask. She reminded him of himself when he was a teenager. Lost, angry, and more often then not forgotten. A deep sadness welled up within his chest as he saw a lone tear make it's way down the red heads cheek.

Standing up, Remus went over to the girl and pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly against his chest. "Oh Ginny," He said, feeling hot tears drip down his neck and dampen his ragged shirt. "It's alright, everything will be alright."

"How do you know Remus?' She asked, her voice muffled by the fact that she had her face buried into the crook of his neck. "How can you know that for sure?"

Pulling Ginny's small figure away from his chest, he looked down into her bloodshot blue eyes and said, "I don't. But I'll be sure to help you out along the way."

A small, weak smile curved the corner of Ginny's lips, making Remus feel immeasurably better. "Thanks Remus." She sniffled, rubbing the tears from her eyes with her hands. "I feel so much better now."

Smiling kindly down at her, Remus gently guided her over towards the couch and sat her down. "Now," He began, holding one of her delicate hands in his. "Why don't you tell me what else is bothering you."

The two spent hours together, never ceasing in there talk which, surprisingly, turned out to be therapeutic for both parties.

Remus marveled at the shear amount that Ginny could withhold and not burst. The girl told him of how left out she felt when Ron and Hermoine forgot she was in the room, and of the rage that bubbled within her when her parents treated her as though she were still a small child. Ginny poured out her soul to him, telling him about her anger, depression, happiness, and grief, with some prodding from Remus to get her talking.

She was slightly embarrassed when a house elf came down with two trays in hand, realizing that she had been talking for close to 3 and a half hours. After many reassurances and several prodding questions, Ginny had resumed talking, spilling out her soul to Remus, who only had to show the smallest amount of kindness and attentiveness to get her to do so.

Remus himself was amazed at the sheer amount of loneliness this girl possessed. Listening assiduously, Remus was regaled with stories from her first year all the way to the present. How people avoided her because of her involvement with the whole Chamber of Secrets affair, how her family treated her like a nuisance or a child, how tired she felt of people ignoring her opinions and ideas because of how young she was. Ginny let her troubles fall from her soul and into Remus' waiting ears, silently begging him to help her.

It was close to six O'clock when Ginny could talk no longer. She sat across from Remus, looking relieved and completely purged. "Do you feel better now Ginny?" Remus asked her, a small grin forming on his lips.

The small girl nodded almost imperceptibly, a similar smile curving her mouth. "Yes actually. You know, no one has ever listened to me like that Remus. They normally tell me that everything will be alright and that I should keep my chin up or something equally as stupid. No one has really ever listened."

Remus felt his heart clench. He knew that feeling all too well. "Well, I will always listen to you Ginny." The werewolf rested a hand on her delicate shoulder. "Never doubt that I will listen to you."

The red headed girl's smile grew wider as she hugged Remus once again, reveling in the feeling of some one comforting her. Her own mother and father had been too busy of late to pay her much mind, but Remus was different. When other people ignored her or passed her off as a child, he listened. There might had well had been no one else in the world while he listened to her. Remus' amber eyes never left her face, and on occasion he would pull her into a hug or place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Remus himself was enjoying Ginny's company as much as she, his. Most people refrained from being in close proximity with a werewolf, for fear he would suddenly lose his mind and attack them like the bloodthirsty animal he turned into on the full moon. He was even more surprised by her willingness to hug him or have any physical contact with him. Again, the occupational hazard of being a werewolf. Her presence and company was rather like that of fresh air after spending too much time indoors.

"They'll be looking for you soon." Remus commented lightly, taking a look at his watch.

Ginny rolled her eyes, thoroughly unimpressed. "Honestly, it's as though they don't want me anywhere near him." Then Ginny paused, her brow wrinkling in concentration. "Actually, Remus? I think that something has happened."

Remus looked up at her, imploring amber eyes calm and waiting.

Ginny flushed slightly before beginning. It sounded so stupid to her own ears that she couldn't help but think that it would sound equally as idiotic to her newest confidant as well. "Well…it's odd really. I think that it was a week or so ago. Something close to that. Anyway, I remember waking up that morning and going downstairs to see Harry. I think that I heard some one yell and I went to go see who it was, but then…" Ginny looked confused. "Then there's nothing. I just don't remember what happened. I recall Dumbledore and my parents being in my room, and they were telling me that I had fallen down the stairs and hit my head, but Professor Snape was there too."

The small girl looked up at him, bewilderment coloring her eyes. "Why would Professor Snape be there? No matter how oddly he has been acting towards me lately, that still doesn't explain why he would be in my room if I had hit my head. And Madame Pomfrey wasn't there either. Wouldn't she have been there if I had been injured?"

Remus had to hand it to her, the girl was clever. Too clever for her own good quite honestly, but Remus had to smile inwardly. She reminded him of Lily. This, however, was not the time to be thinking of Lily. He had another problem at hand, and that was the fiery girl sitting in front of him, imploring him to sort out her muddled mind. Remus weighed his chances.

If he lied to her now, she most likely wouldn't trust him again, and the girl needed some one to talk to. However, if he did tell her the truth, Dumbledore would undoubtedly find out and he would be expelled from the Order of the Phoenix. Remus was spared answering though, as a sleep slurred voice mumbled from the other side of the room.

"Would some one turn off the bloody sun? I can hardly see."

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A/N: Well, I am dreadfully sorry for keeping you all waiting for so long. I made the chapter extra long just for all of my faithful reviewers who has stuck by me even though I am the most unpunctual person in the entire world. Well, what will happen to Harry next? Will Ginny find out that she has had her memory altered? What chaos will ensue once Harry is in full hormonal swing? Stick around and find out!