The sun was rising over the Burrow, causing a vibrant red to wash over the sky. A girl with the same shade vibrant red hair sat staring out her window watching the sunrise, obviously in deep thought. Ginny Weasley had awoken from a bad nightmare about the department of mysteries., though she knew it was probably nothing compared to Harry's dreams.

She thought of him suffering on privet drive with the muggles, but quickly forced the thought out of her mind, as she couldn't bear to know he was unhappy. She wished she could go visit him , or see him face-to-face, rather than through letters; not that she didn't like their letters. On the contrary, she was excited to be able to talk to him , and it was what she looked forward to every day. She noticed, however, that she seemed to be receiving more letters that bother Hermione and Ron. This cheered her up quite a bit. He actually wanted to be her friend. But I don't just want to be his friend, she thought, it's a good start though…

She hadn't technically lied to Hermione when she said she was over her crush on Harry, because it wasn't just a crush anymore; it was love. Was it really her fault that Hermione had "misinterpreted" the news to Harry and Ron?

She decided to send a care package and a letter to Harry to let him know that she was thinking of him. Since it was already 4:30 in the morning, and she knew she wouldn't have a chance of getting back to sleep, she tip-toed downstairs to gather some food, games, and some of the twins' latest pranks to send to him. She composed a letter but it took her a few times to get it right. She didn't want to sound like Hermione ( Oh Harry, I've just read this wonderful book on how to grieve. I'll outline the whole thing and send you a copy..) but she didn't want to sound like Ron either. ( Err mate you need to talk to someone about, you know, what happened, and err.. L-like Hermione's been telling me..) When she had finally written a letter that sounded good, she read over it once more, just to be sure.

Dear Harry,

I hope the muggles are treating you right, and if they aren't, They'll have me to deal with (I'm sure they would leave you alone if they had great flapping bogies all over their face) Inside the care package is some of mum's food and some of the twins latest "developments". I'm sure they will make your stay with the Dursleys…..entertaining, shall we say. I do hope you are alright and you're eating well, because mum will have a fit if you aren't taking care of your self. I've just asked dad if you can come to stay, and he thinks it's a great idea. Hopefully, he'll be talking to Dumbledore about it very soon. I know that you aren't ready to talk about Sirius, but when you are, please know that I will help you as much as I can. DO NOT blame yourself or start feeling sorry for yourself, and if you do I might just have to teach you a lesson about that! Onto a happier subject, the twins' joke shop if thriving. They're going to open up more stores in other locations soon, as well. Ron's been locked up in his room most of the summer, studying and writing long letters to Hermione. (love letters, I suppose..) He's missing meals and he's already don't with his homework! Can you believe it? Mum's real pleased… thinks he'll be another great student like Percy.. Oh and on that note, Percy's come crawling back to us…says he "was just being loyal to the minister" He wasn't exactly welcomed back warmly…with the exception of mum of course.. Fred and George were kind to him at first.. or seemed to be.. They even offered to get him a cup of tea, but put some "special" sugar cubes in it that made him loose all his hair. I believe the "shedding sugar cubes" will be in their stores soon. Well, I'll try to get back to you about coming here as soon as I can.

Your friend,

Ginny

She bundled up everything and sent it off with Errol and Pig. As her mother came in to the kitchen, Ginny sighed and picked up the daily prophet. Staring back at her was a picture of Harry on the front page. (supplied by Collin Creevy) The article was titled "Harry our Hero". Ginny rolled her eyes….yet another story about how Harry was the savior of the wizarding world….Funny how much this different this is from the stories on Harry last year.., Ginny thought

"Oh dear," her mother said, "Not another article! This poor boy ahs been through enough!", she exclaimed as she caught sight of the article. "I'm worried about him…I'm thinking of sending some sort of care package with mince pies and such."

Ginny turned slightly red as she replied "Already done mum. I've just sent it off with Errol and Pig."

Her mother glanced at her. "Oh that was very sweet Ginny. You know we like Harry very much…such a nice boy. He's been through through so much and he could really use some one to help him out.." she gave Ginny almost a pleading look. "you two seem to be getting along wonderfully lately. I'm sure you're getting to be great friends." , she said looking hopeful.

"Yes mum…great friends" Ginny said, the disappointment evident in her voice and an emphasis on the word friends. Her mother noticed her disappointment and the look on her face and realized that Ginny was not over Harry. She doubted she ever would be.

Back at Privet Drive, Harry saw a lop-sided shape gliding through the air towards his window. He realized it was owls with a package so quickly threw his window open and tore open the letter first. The neat, curvy handwriting could only be Ginny's. He was glad that she would take the time to do this for him….maybe it meant she had been thinking of him. He hadn't eating in 2 days because he was skipping meals to avoid the Dursleys, so he dug into a mince pie. He promised himself to start taking better care of himself and get back into shape for quiddich. He wrote back to Ginny thanking her for her package, giving advice, and keeping him up to date on the happenings at the Burrow. He sent the letter off and returned to his thoughts and ponderings.

Two days later, Harry sat in his room trying to calm down. He couldn't let his uncle get his temper up. He had gotten onto Harry for "sitting around on his bum all day."

This comment was after Harry mowed the lawn, cleaned the bathrooms, mopped the floors, washed Uncle Vernon's new car, and cooked lunch for Dudley, which was no mean feat.

Harry had lost his temper and gone on a rant. He ended in a deadly quiet, but threatening voice. "I wouldn't talk of what I didn't know if I were you. I have gone up against the Darkest wizard of all time on numerous occasions, dealt with soul-sucking creatures, a 60 ft snake that can kill you at a glance, and been face to face with a convicted murderer. I am in no way lazy, and I am carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, so I would stop before I loose control." His uncle had a look of fear on his face as he slowly backed away and nodded.

The air around him crackled with magical energy and his eyes burned with green flames. He decided he wanted to write a letter to Ginny, but no sooner had he gotten out the parchment, the door to his room burst open and several figures filed in.

Mad-eye Moody stood at the front. Behind him was Tonks, Kingsley, Mr. Weasley, and-

"Professor Lupin!" Harry ran to the man's open arms and embraced him. Lupin was the only other one who could possibly know what he was going through, for he had been one of Sirius's closest friends. He pulled away smiling.

"Come Harry. You and Tonks get your thinks packed and we'll wait downstairs." said Lupin, who was obviously happy with Harry's reaction.

Tonks quickly said her spell to pack Harry's things. "How have you been Harry?" she said cautiously. "I'm getting better every day." he replied. "The real question is, How are you? You were in St. Mungo's weren't you?" he said looking slightly worried.

"Oh, I'm fine. I wasn't even in there for very long. Well we had best get moving. Mad-eye will have set up the portkey to the burrow by now." Harry looked simply ecstatic and jumped at his trunk trying to drag it with all his might.

"Whoa Harry.. A little eager there? Excited to see someone?" she said with an eyebrow raised. "Its Ginny, isn't it?" Harry jumped and yelled "NO!" a little too quickly. Tonks giggled. "I-well-no! Alright yes but DON'T TELL!"

"Oy, Harry I was only joking but thanks for telling me! No worries.. I wont tell her. Come on let's get downstairs."

Down in the kitchen, Moody was waiting with the portkey in his hand. "Grab hold Potter… that's it….3...2...1" Harry felt the familiar tug behind his naval. He was going to the Burrow.