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This could be confusing. If you get confused, email me. I'll answer you personally unless it's a general confusion. Then I will try to correct it and replace the chapter(s) in question.

Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were mine, nobody would care about Harry Potter because he would not have been well written. Yay JK! Aunt Samantha is mine, though. That's why no one cares about her.

Deep Inside

Chapter Two

Ten Years Old: Goodbye, Ron

Ginny was startled out of her memories by a loud purring somewhere around her ankles. Crookshanks, Hermione Granger's cat, was twining himself around her legs. She bent down to pet him.

"Oh, Crookshanks, you scared me! What are you doing here anyway? Hermione too busy with her packing for you?" Crookshanks leapt onto Ginny's bed, fixing her with a stare until she curled up with him and resumed petting duties. "You're right, it is more comfortable up here. Now can I read the next year's writing?" She giggled when Crookshanks bobbed his head, and she reoped her poem book.

Have you ever had your brother go away?

Have you ever missed him so much you cried?

Have you ever cried all your tears out for him?

This is how I feel.

It had started the moment a pompous-looking barn owl had flown in the window with an envelope bearing 'Mr. R. Weasley, The Pantry, The Burrow...' Mum had been furious at first. "What were you doing out of bed at indecent hours? And in the pantry, no less! You're too old to need food late at night! How on Earth will you survive at Hogwarts?" Then her expression had softened, and she began to plan the trip to Diagon Alley.

Then came the day he left. She had been so quiet since Ron's letter had come that Fred and George had actually asked her seriously if she was okay. She was more herself by the time they got to the station, but still not talking much. She watched as Percy strode confidently through the barrier, and as Fred and George raced each other through. Nothing new there, they'd been doing that for years. Then, just before Ron went through (his first time with luggage!), a strange boy had pushed his trolley to them, approaching her mum politely. Looking him over out of curiousity, she stopped and looked closer. His black hair was out of order, as though he hadn't had time to even think about brushing it. When his green eyes swept over her, she managed to catch them with her own blue eyes. They had been a bit confused originally at trying to figure out where the platform was, but they understood now. He nodded slightly at her, doing no more than unconciously acnowledging her presence. She knew in a flash that this was Harry Potter, but he wasn't the famous Boy-Who-Lived. He was just a wizard kid, new to the world he had saved. She knew also, in that same flash, that he would need loyal friends by his side for the years to come. She didn't question how she knew; Seer blood was in her viens after all. Not strongly enough for a vision, but she knew. She also knew that she could have him one day. Just as long as she didn't blow it now.

She was startled out of her discoveries by Harry going through the barrier at a full-tilt run, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. She smiled slightly, enjoying her own private joke. He stops the most evil wizard of our time at age one, but ten years later he's afraid to go onto Platform 9 3/4. Mum sent Ron through, and followed on his heels with Ginny's forearm in her hand.

The last goodbyes had been harder than usual, knowing she would be alone when she got back. The twins promised Mum (and Ginny) to look after Ron, Percy promised to look after them all and keep them out of trouble (yeah right). Ron had nudged Ginny away from the group to tell her he wouldn't let Percy be too much of a prick. She laughed, then sobered. "Ron?"

"Yeah Gin?"

"That was Harry. Harry Potter. Be his friend, Ron. Be his best friend. He's going to need it, going to need you. Stay with him, and keep him alive."

He looked at her. Then understanding went through his face. "You...know this, right? LIke Aunt Samantha's stuff?"

"Yeah. I don't understand it, but I know. Will you?"

"I'll do my best. And you?"

She studied his face to check for his honesty. "Yeah. I need to be his friend too. It will take longer from me, but I'll do it eventually."

He hugged her tight and said "I'll miss you Gin. Write me and tell me how things are at home?"

"If you write about school, and Harry. Now remember, we don't know that he's Harry Potter. Okay? This conversation never happened."

He grinned and replied, "What conversation? We were talking about owling each other."

"Right."

Ginny realised with a start that not only had her hand ceased petting, but Crookshanks had left her and was going out the door down towards the common room. Debating with herself, she said out loud, "I don't know, kid, maybe later."

A head full of bushy brown hair poked in the door. "Who are you talking to?"

Ginny blushed slightly. "I, uh, well, Crookshanks."

"What are you doing in here all alone that would have you talking to my cat?" asked the older girl as she sat on Ginny's bed.

"Just looking in this - it's a sort of diary thing. I've had it since I was nine," answered the redhead.

Hermione looked at her shrewdly. "What year are you up to now?"

"My first year here." Ginny shivered slightly.

"It's cold up here. Come down to the Common Room and sit with me for a while by the fire. Okay?" The studious prefect was chewing on her lip and wathching her friend worriedly.

"Sure."

A/N: The idea that Ginny has Seer's blood is all mine. Wasn't originally written into the story, but I decided when I was typing it to include that. I just hope the original plot works okay with it...

I hope to write a short story involving the Hogwarts letters soon. Until I do so, in a nutshell: Magical quill, address at night, deliver in morning. Address to where recipient is at time of addressing. Ron was hungry, so he went to the pantry to get some food. The quill wrote him while he was in the pantry. I was amused.

Aunt Samantha is blood related to Ginny. If she has Seer blood, so would Ginny. And I decided it's more prominent in females. A small amount of Seer blood would be more of feelings than visions, I think. Therefore, Ginny has feelings about the future that she doesn't always understand. So does Aunt Samantha, if anyone missed that last chapter.

I think Ginny would still be a little squeamish at the thought of her first year. If you don't agree, sorry.

This is seven chapters long, everything already written. Minor changes happen as I type, but nothing to delay posting too much. I want it out, but I don't want to rush it too much. Tell me if you think I'm putting it out too fast or too slow.

I beta all my own work as well as other people's. If you think I'm too OOC or something, tell me to fix it. I won't get offended. If you find a spelling or grammatical error...It's Billjoe's fault.