Disclaimer: Hello everybody! I decided to try to write another HG story and see how well that goes. My other one didn't do as well as I hoped, but it was my first try at writing a Harry/Ginny romance. Well, here's my second try at it. All Harry Potter and Co. belong to J.K. Rowling. Thanks for everything! A Harry and Ginny Dreamer
This chapter is dedicated to the Room of Requirement (I know it's not a person!) Which helped me come up with a part of this story for later use, and also to Jaunell and Shanin.
Chapter 1: Surprises and Plots
It was a brilliantly summer day and there were clouds passing through the sun every so often. Everything seemed quite and peaceful, excerpt for one thing. A boy of 15 was sitting under a tree and panting heavily. This boy was not ordinary, having magical powers and also having defied the most feared wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort, six times since he himself found out that he was a wizard. He had a thin lightning bolt shaped scar, and his once brilliant eyes were now a dull green. This was how Harry Potter looked as he woke up from another nightmare of his godfather, Sirius Black, being killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. Once again, he woke up to the harsh realities of life and what his stupidity almost caused the life of his friends.
Blaming himself quietly, Harry softly whispered, "I'm sorry I let you die, Sirius…" His voice trailed off and Harry looked towards Privet Drive and saw his Aunt Petunia pulling onto the drive.
'Better get going and finish the garden, before she punishes me. Not that I don't deserve to be punished.' Harry thought grimly.
He got up and walked slowly back into the garden and continue to pull out weeds. Aunt Petunia slowly got out of the car and saw Harry. Harry looked at her for a second, and noticed she was wearing a rather pretty green dress, along with a few other new things. All of them as the result of Uncle Vernon getting a raise at his drilling company recently. Harry got up to walk on to another section, when he lifted his head and saw that his aunt was still looking at him.
Wondering if he had done anything bad, Harry nervously said, "What?"
Aunt Petunia opened her mouth to speak, but with a nervous glance, pointed her eyes to the house. Harry continued to act confused, so Aunt Petunia, with a frustrated sigh said,
"As soon as you finish working in the garden, I need-I-just come in for lunch. But finish your chores first!" She snapped, returning to her usual demeanor.
And promptly went through the front door. Harry was confused, but quickly finished his work. Making sure that he had done everything he was supposed to do, he walked up to the house and into the kitchen. What he saw there was a new surprise to him. His aunt had actually made a real lunch for him, with plenty of sandwiches, chips, and juice. Feeling slightly suspicious, he dared to test the food, which actually didn't taste that bad. Actually, they were quite welcoming, since he rarely ever ate anymore and his starving stomach ravenously accepted the nourishment.
He was so absorbed in the food, that he didn't notice his aunt had come in and was watching him quietly. She made a slight noise and Harry looked up and quickly polished off the rest of the food. He stared at her curiously and waited for her to speak. It seemed like an eternity to him before his aunt finally began to move to the seat across from him. Feeling his patience beginning to waver, he said "What?" at the same time his aunt said, "Harry." Feeling slightly suspicious, Harry waited for her to continue.
"Recently I got a…a letter from a friend of yours, concerning of your well being." Aunt Petunia paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued.
"She said that I should perhaps pay more attention to you and try to be a bit nicer to you more often. She also said that I shouldn't question you about your nightmares nor punish you for things you did not do."
During this whole ordeal, Harry's suspicions were clarified, yet he was somewhat intrigued as to who would actually write to his aunt. He tentatively asked,
"Who wrote the letter to you?"
"It was one of those children, the red haired ones. I think her name was…Ginny?" His aunt looked up at him, in an almost apologetic look.
Harry shook his head slightly, and all of a sudden, started to laugh. Aunt Petunia gave him an angry look, and said,
"What's so funny? Here I am, trying to have a 'normal' conversation, and you go out bursting laughing in front of me. So tell, me, what seems to funny to be laughing about?"
Harry continued to laugh, but the look on his aunt's face made him stop, or else he'd not have dinner later on.
"Well," he began, "It's just that if Uncle Vernon came in, he'd probably have a bloody fit and wondering what was going on. You never did anything like this to me before, and it just seemed funny to me, that's all." Harry looked up at his aunt and saw something there that startled him. She looked a bit somber and fearful, and said,
"Harry. Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"What happened over there in the Department of Mysteries."
Immediately a look of anguish appeared on his face, and angrily replied,
"She told you what happened? Ginny told you everything?" Harry's voice was rising and the once calm atmosphere was now destroyed by a more angrier and sad one.
"Y-yes. She told me that your Godfather died, Sir-." Aunt Petunia was interrupted by Harry, who yelled loudly,
"Don't say his name! Nothing happened and it doesn't matter if anything did." Then Harry stomped off upstairs to his room, very angry at Ginny who had the nerve to tell his aunt what happened over the summer to him, while Aunt Petunia went to her own room to look at the letter again.
Meanwhile, up in his room, Harry was thinking how he would act next time he and Ginny saw each other, and what her next letter would be going to as well.
'If the next letter she sends is to Aunt Petunia, then I'll have to corner her at one point and ask her what's bloody wrong with her. And if she decides to write a letter of seeing how I am, I wouldn't care nor would I write back.' Harry thought angrily. But deep down, he really did want her to write to him, even if it was just to say she was sorry for what she did, and it made him feel almost real again, away from this nightmare.
And the only other person who knew that was someone who was only a mind away from Harry's, someone who discovered something that he was delighted in knowing and would use it against him, someone who had complete access to Harry's mind…for a while at least.
Harry felt his scar sear for a moment and in a sarcastic voice said,
"Tom must be happy again." Not knowing that this time, he would actually fall victim to Voldemort's and would also end up being the most hardest ordeal he would have to come to yet. But being merely a teenage wizard, Harry brushed it off and slowly went into a much deserved sleep after a very exhausting day.
'Perhaps my birthday will be better and maybe Aunt Petunia will forgive me, just this once.' With that last thought Harry drifted off to sleep, slightly hearing Voldemort laughing in his mind about getting back at Harry using a weapon he had already used before.
We have come to terms….
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A Harry and Ginny Dreamer