I spin around in circles in the little meadow where I played when I was little. I get so dizzy that I fall, then decided not to get up, for the ground is surprisingly comfortable. The night is warm, but the grass is cool with dew, and it feels good on my back. As I lay there, spread-eagled in the dirt, I remember Harry and the wonderful time I had this evening at Bill's wedding; how terribly romantic it was as we danced under the stars, even if Harry did have a tendency to step on my feet. The thought of Harry counting while he danced makes me smile. Of course, that might have made the night even more romantic… I decided that it does, and sit back up again. At the edge of the clearing, fireflies dance through the limbs of the trees. If I squint, I think I can see some fairies dancing along with them. I look up at the sky, and the stars are twinkling at me, as if they know how ecstatic I feel. Even the moon seems to be shining extra-bright, just for me. Bliss consumes me, and I move to get up and dance as well.

I decide that there is nothing as exhilarating as dancing to silence.

And then I step in a giant mud puddle, which sinks down to my ankle. I should have known that this scene was too perfect. Oh, well.

As I still have some time to kill, I simply take off my shoes and continue to dance, staying well away from the puddle. I start a one-person two-step, and laugh as I twirl around the meadow. I think of Harry's horrible attempt at a two-step this evening at the wedding and-

Wait.

Bill's wedding.

Harry is going to leave tomorrow. Knowing Harry, he might even leave tonight, before any of us wake up.

This thought gives me a total and complete mood swing as I immediately switch from delight to anxiety and start running back towards the Burrow. I realize I have forgotten my nice shoes, and go back to get them, lest my mother's wrath fall upon me tomorrow morning.

No one is in the den when I arrive back home. I set my shoes on the coffee table (reminding myself to do a good Scourgify on it later) and fall back on the sofa to wait for Harry. The fire is dancing merrily in its place, putting me into a worse mood, as it appears to be mocking me. I wish I could remember that charm for shooting water out of the end of my wand. Maybe then the fire wouldn't be so cheeky. I open my mouth to tell it off as Harry walks in. I quickly shut it.

Harry stops mid-way to the couch and looks where I'd been looking, at the fire. He looks back at me, and smiles, but it does not reach his eyes. Instead, his eyes hold a sort of grim determination. He begins to speak.

"It's Aguamenti."

I am confused for about one second until I remember what I had been thinking. I wonder how he could have known-

My thoughts are interrupted by Harry's gloomy smile and his statement: "I've often found that fire to be disrespectful to other's feelings myself."

Harry looks to be steeling himself for something. He starts to sit down, and then stands back up again, looking dissatisfied. He finally takes his place in front of the fire, and begins to pace. His eyes show nervousness, resolve, and a bit of annoyance. They soften whenever he looks at me, but those moments are few and far between. He continues pacing.

"I really wouldn't be telling you this, but I feel like you have the right to know." This statement does not offend me, for I know that Harry tends to be brutally honest. But why do I have the right to know…? Harry stops and looks at me harshly. "You know about the prophecy, right?"

I nod.

"And you know that I'm leaving to-…morrow, too, right?"

"Yes, Harry"

He pauses for a moment, and says, "Well, I was going to go on my own, but Ron and Hermione decided to go with me. Completely on their own," He adds. He looks worried I will think he talked them into it, which is silly. I know him much better than that. He takes a breath, and keeps going. "I need you to promise you wont tell your mother or anyone else this next bit I'm going to tell you."

"Of course, Harry."

He stares at me for a moment, and continues pacing. "I plan on going out to Godric's Hollow," he said. "It all started right there for me. I also think that I might find some kind of clue there about where to find the Horcruxes, but I'm not sure. And I want to go to Little Hangleton, as well. You know, where Voldemort was born."

I pretend Hermione hadn't told me all this already. Harry continues.

"I'll send mail to you and your family along the way. I won't say where I am though, so I need to be sure you won't say anything." He looks at me again, as if expecting me to re-promise, and an idea forms in my mind. As I think about it, I wonder why I haven't thought about it before, and realize that now that I've thought it, I couldn't possibly do anything else. I speak, determined.

"I wont tell, Harry," He looks relieved. "Because I'm going with you."

Harry looks up, alarmed. "What? You can't-

"Who says I can't?" I narrow my eyes, and I can tell my voice was cool.

Harry gulps. "I just… you should stay here… your parents would worry… and they would kill me… you'd be safe here…" his voice trails off. "…and your brothers…" he looks frightened now.

I sigh. I should have known they would come into this. I shrug off that thought and say matter-of-factly, "The whole power-the-Dark-Lord-knows-not thingy is love, right?"

Harry looks hesitant. "Yes…"

"Then it could only do good for you if I were there." Harry blushes a little and looks down. I cannot see his eyes. "I'm not quite sure that's the way it works, Ginny." He seems to realize something. "As a matter of fact, that's the reason you absolutely cannot go."

I don't care what he says. "I'm going, Harry. I want to be there to help you, and more importantly, I can be. You're a fool if you think you can stop me."

Harry looked up. A battle was going on in his eyes. On one side, there was unease, worry, fear, and protectiveness. On the other was admiration, hope, anticipation, realization, and that soft, fuzzy, eternal feeling I am becoming familiar with… and starting to recognize…

Side One eventually surrendered, and Harry bowed his head again. "You're right."

I smile. "Aren't I always?"

My attempt at cheering Harry up failed dismally. He ran his hand through his hair, making it stand up on end, and stared back into the fire. In time, he joined me on the sofa. We sat back down like we usually do, he, stretched out, and I, curled into his side.

Harry watched the fire until he heard a light snore coming from his left. Ginny was fast asleep. He smiled, and he felt this strange feeling. He felt warm, and happy, like everything was okay …and like Ginny needed a blanket. He took one off the back of the couch and laid it out on top of her. His stomach curled into knots. He remembered everything he'd eaten that evening at the wedding and sighed.

Must be indigestion.

He failed to notice that he only got indigestion when he looked at his best friend's sister.