"Will I see you before next year?" 15-year-old Ginny wondered to Harry on the Hogwarts Express. Harry's sixth year had just been completed. One more year of Hogwarts, and he would be on his own, away from the Dursley's for good.

"I'm going to try my hardest. Until that time, we'll just have to love each other." Harry told her, wishing there was more he could do. It was no longer safe to communicate by owl post, travel by Floo powder, or even apparate. The wizarding world was so consumed by fear that they couldn't touch random objects for fear of them being portkeys that would lead them somewhere that would surely be the end of their lives.

Harry was constantly the only person people could talk to freely nowadays. They depended on him to be the one that would conquer Lord Voldemort once and for all.

It was all Harry could do to keep from cracking under pressure. Luckily he had Ginny to lean on for support.

Ginny looked heartbroken at these words, yet she knew them to be true nonetheless. "I guess we'll just have to wait and play it out then." She said sadly.

Harry embraced her in his arms. "Soon this will all be over, and I promise when it is…well, I'll think of something by then." Harry said, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere around them. Somehow they had managed to get a compartment to themselves. Ron and Hermione had seen it fitting to let them be alone. They understood the difficult time they were going through.

Ginny laughed. "So will I." she said. Before they knew it, they were already at King's Cross Station, preparing to go about their normal lives, or at least as normal as they could make them.

Ginny and Harry hugged for as long as they could before Mrs. Weasley finally stepped in. "Harry dear, I'm sorry, but you need to go to your aunt and uncle. But we'll think of something. You won't be at the Dursley's all summer." She said, looking more tired and worn out then Harry had ever seen her.

Harry nodded and waved one last goodbye to Ginny before finally returning to the Dursley's after a long and agonizing year.

"Hurry up boy, you have a lot of cleaning to do this summer! Since this is your last summer with us, you will be cleaning out your room so that there isn't any trace of you in this house." Uncle Vernon snarled to him the minute he was within hearing distance.

"It's nice to see you too, Uncle Vernon." Harry muttered darkly as he followed Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley to the car.

When they got to Number 4, Harry rolled his trunk and things into the cupboard as he did every year, then hurried to his room, and laid down on his bed. He'd get started in the morning.

It was hell being here in the muggle world while his friends (apart from Hermione) were in the wizarding world, living in fear. It was bad enough at school, and that was supposed to be the safest place.

Was Ginny thinking about him? Somehow, he just knew she was. And that was probably the only thing that was going to get him through his last summer with the Dursley's.

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It was sometime in July before he had gotten any word on what was happening in the wizarding world. He had just finished putting the rest of his clothes in a box when Uncle Vernon stormed in, only this time he didn't look angry, but ecstatic.

"This just arrived for you! You're finally leaving! And you're in trouble!" he exclaimed happily.

Harry's insides gave a flip. In trouble? But how?

Dear Harry,

You're probably bouncing off the walls at getting this. I mean, I would be too, if I were in your position. Dumbledore has deemed it safe for you to come live with us for the rest of the summer! I was screaming so loud that Mum and Dad told me they'd put a Silencing Charm on me! Bill and Charlie are coming for you tomorrow. They'll be at your place by ten or so in the morning. I'd come, but no one will let me out of the house. Not even to practice Quidditch! I mean, come on! I need to do something to keep me occupied! My family aren't exactly the most thrilling people to talk to (except Fred and George of course). But…that's not all. There isn't all good news. Well, it is good news to me, and probably to you, but not in a good way. It's not safe to say in this letter. Remus found a really rare owl somewhere. I don't know what they're called, but they go invisible, only to be seen by the person sending the letter, and the person receiving the letter. But what I have to tell you isn't safe to tell in a letter, not even by an owl like this. So you'll have to wait until you get here for me to tell you. Oh I can't wait to see you! It's felt like forever! Love you tons!

Ginny

Harry put the letter down. What could've happened that wasn't safe to put in a letter by an invisible owl? He could only wish tomorrow would come quickly.

A/N: I know it's short, but it's only the prologue. You'll see why it had to be ended here. Please review! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this!