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Phantom Writer.

Journal of Ronald Weasley

Well, we are back at the burrow again! Shocking, I know. After staying only a week in London we are back home. Dad told us that we would be going back last night and we spent the majority of the night and this morning packing and getting things together to arrive at the Burrow. Everyone seemed really excited to be going home except for Mom and Dad who seem to be worried that it's not the safest place for all of us, but this is another one of Dumbledore's ideas , not theirs.

I think the main reason we are going back is because of Harry's new trainer, Vaynel. Strange one, he is. His eyes are a strange lavender color that are like they can move straight through you. I've never seen him eat or drink anything which makes me wonder if he is alive or if he is a ghost. Then again they might have gotten us out of the house because it is till the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix and they don't want us learning more than we are suppose too. You would think after what happened last summer that they would be more willing to let us know what is going on.

Anyway, I think we are going there so that they will have more space to practice their magic. Hermione was very exited as well, of course because she quickly sent Dumbledore an Owl about having the D.A meeting there. I was surprised he agreed, which makes me feel a bit better because that means that the burrow is very safe if he is going to approve of letting a lot of students go there all at once.

Harry doesn't speak much anymore, he always seems so far away as if in another world, but at least he is eating and up and around again. I still haven't told Hermione or anyone else for that matter about what I learned about Harry's killing of Malfoy Sr. But then again, Ginny and I are still on a two word basis thanks to our fight.

Oh well…it's still good to be home.

Diary of Ginny Weasley

Oh Merlin, it is so good to be back home! I can't tell you how nice it was to sleep in my own bed for the first time in ages! Don't get me wrong Hogwarts is just like my home too but here I have my own room and I don't have to listen to someone snore other than my bothers. We arrived by flew powder late in the afternoon and mom went straight away into cooking dinner for us all. Dad went back to the office, or somewhere else, after making sure we were all settled. Fred and George apparated to the house just as mom was finishing setting the table. I think it was the best meal I have had all year. Everyone seemed so relaxed, even Harry appeared to be enjoying himself as he chuckled a few times at the stories Fred was telling him about playing pranks on customers as they came into their joke shop.

Dumbledore's friend Vaynel isn't here yet, but Mom said that she thinks he will be arriving in the morning. Ron doesn't seem to like him too much, but I do. I just feel something about him, like I know deep down he is a very powerful wizard with a great heart. His eyes are a bit strange but oh well, maybe that has something to do with being like two hundred thousand years old? I asked Harry what he thinks of him and he kind of just shrugged then said, "I don't know…guess I'll find out though."

I'm still not quite sure what he meant by finding out, but oh well.

Ron is still not speaking to me since I told him that I was the one who sent Harry the letter from Dumbledore, but I honestly don't care. He should have told him himself years ago, then it wouldn't have been such a big deal! Mom and Dad still don't know that I was the one, but they still seem to be very worried about the fact that Harry knows. I tried to convince Mom to go and talk to him about it while I was helping her cook dinner tonight but she just quickly changed the subject. That is what my entire family's problem is, they avoid confrontation to the point that it becomes too late to do anything about it! And then in most cases if they would have just done or said something from the start the out come wouldn't have been half as bad!

Oh well, maybe after time they will learn. I just hope that everyone gets everything they need to say out in the open before…before something happens.

A few nights before I left for home I could have sworn I felt something in my mind, and I am pretty sure it had something to do with Harry. I woke up hearing voices telling me to give in, and to surrender but then when I woke up they were gone and all that remained was a slight headache. I wondered if there was something the matter with Harry but when I walked past his room everything sounded normal and I didn't want to wake him by going into his room. Ever since that night I have been having trouble feeling things from him, it's almost like he has learned how to block me out, which makes me wonder if he can still sense me. I guess it would be good in a way, if he couldn't feel me anymore, because then he wouldn't be able to see my feelings for him every time I am near him. It's slightly embarrassing now, since I know that he will never love me and that he knows how I feel about him.

It's very late now, goodnight.

Oh goodness! What am I doing? Damn I am all worked up now! Why couldn't he just wear a damned shirt while he is working out? I was outside with Hermione working in the garden just before lunch when a huge ball of light came flying in our direction , with a yell she and I both tried to move out of it's way but then it froze in mid air just before reaching us. We stood and looked at it with matching confused expressions before a chucking Vaynel came up behind it and said a word with his hand raised to make it vanish.

"Pardon us…" he said with a friendly smile. I was surprised to see that he was no longer dressed in his spotless white robes and riding gear but was now in a lose fitting tunic and soft brown leather pants a boots. For some reason he seemed much more comfortable this way than in his whites.

As I was looking over Vaynel I heard my mom chuckle softly beside me and I looked at what she was looking at and smirked myself as a very angry and very dirty Harry Potter walked up our dirt path heading towards us. His face was smeared with lines of dust and dirt, his glasses were askew, and his hair was an utter mess of dirt and unruly black locks.

"What on earth are you two laughing at?" Harry asked, his shoulders hunched forward as though he was about to burst with anger.

"You!" Hermione said surprising Harry and myself before she and I both began laughing very hard at a very confused expression he now wore.

Even Vaynel beside him was fighting back a chuckle as Harry looked at us as if we had gone insane. With a tired shrug he sighed but finally smiled as he looked down at the condition of his clothes which was not very good considering his shirt was in pieces and he was missing his left shirt arm.

"Come on, then. We should get a few more things in before we break for lunch." Vaynel said with an airy tone before turning back down the dusty road.

With a shrug Harry pulled his shirt off over his head and I nearly moaned at the sight of him. His lean muscles ripped as his arms lifted to rid him of the garment, his body was lightly sweaty and in the suns light he seemed to shimmer a bit. With wide eyes I watched him turn back down the road.

"Wow…Harry has …um…grown up…quite a bit..." Hermione said in a breathless voice beside me and I looked at her to see that she was slightly flushed.

"Hermione!" I scolded and pushed her playfully in the arm, she flushed more brightly and then gave me a mischievous child like expression.

"Want to go watch them?" She whispered in my ear and I laughed at her before dropping the basket I was carrying the picked turnips in to go running hand in hand with her around the edge of our property to sit on the edge of the field to watch them.

I was surprised to see that instead of a wand Harry had a long sword in his hand as did Vaynel.

"Why is he teaching him to use that? I mean wouldn't you-know-who just attack him with spells?"

"I don't know…" she said , her eyes not leaving either one of the figures a good distance away from us. Vaynel was telling Harry something and Harry was just nodding. Then they backed away a bit and Harry then charged slowly at his teacher. Vaynel is so fast! He moves as though it takes no effort! While poor Harry was surely exerting himself trying to run circles around the older wizard. I guess his seeker skills came in good use there because I don't think I have ever seen two people with swords move so quickly! How they weren't totally mauling one another is totally beyond me, I was just glad that I wasn't the one that Vaynel had chosen to take his sword play out on.

Just as I thought they were getting tired suddenly Vaynel sent a large ball of sparking purple light at Harry, I gasped in alarm and nearly called out a warning to him when Harry dove to the ground and rolled back to his feet, sword still in hand. The ball of light slammed into the ground and a large circle of charred grass was left in it's wake. I was took caught up in what damage it had done to the ground to notice that Vaynel had sent more of those balls of light hurrying after Harry.

"He's trying to kill him!" I said and stood but Hermione grabbed my hand and pulled me back down to the ground.

"Just watch!" she hissed and with a grumbled word I watched as Harry dodged every one of the spells and then with a yell heard from where we both were he sent a bright white ball of his own light towards Vaynel, the same kind of one that had come flying at us in the garden. Vaynel moved to the side but the ball of light followed him, with the skills of a cat he jumped around a few times, never seeming to really touch the ground before taking off again and then finally he sent a spell to end Harry's.

"Wow….he is powerful…" Hermione said beside me , eyes wide as she sat there staring at them both.

"Yeah, well I guess Dumbledore wouldn't have asked him to help Harry if he wasn't a powerful wizard." I said with an appreciative nod.

"I meant Harry…did you know he could do that?" she asked as she stood from the grass and we started our way back to our forgotten turnips.

"Yeah…but I didn't know that made him powerful—"

"Only the most powerful wizards can…our wands are used to concentrate our magical energy to focus them into a spell. In Vaynel's time there was no need for them because very few people were known to have magical abilities and when they did they were all very strong but only in one or two areas just as fetching or empathy, but with wands most wizards can use their magic in a universal fashion though there are many cases where there are things that some are better at than others." She said in a thought filled tone as we collected out baskets.

"Okay…the only thing I didn't catch was the fetching and the empathy…other than that I think I understand."

As we walked back into the house Mom instantly caught us.

"What has taken you so long! I only needed twenty turnips! Goodness! Now lunch will be late…Hermione come help me with this roast, Ginny you go and tell everyone to wash up!" she ordered and Hermione and I rolled our eyes a bit.

After telling Ron, who was outside flying on his broom that he had gotten last year for being a prefect, I went out to tell Harry and Vaynel that it was time for a break. When I got to the edge of the field I saw that they were not there, a noise behind me brought my attention to the shed by the garden. Once there I found a still shirtless Harry putting the two swords against the wall by the hoe and the rake. He was sweating even more now and he seemed to be quite angry.

"A—are you alright?" I asked and jumped back as he swung and pointed one of the swords at me, his bright green eyes glaring daggers at me and I took a startled step back. My heart went racing in my chest as he continued to hold the sword at me then realization seemed to hit him and he lowered the weapon and put it back with the other one. I watched the tense muscles in his shoulders and back as he moved. Carefully I took a few steps closer to him.

"Are you alright?" I asked again and this time he nodded, I saw that he was breathing a bit hard. "W..where did Vaynel go?"

"To hell I hope." He said in a cold voice and turned to look at me then took a deep breath and sighed. "Sorry, Ginny…he is just getting on my last nerve…"

I nodded with a smile and reached out to take his hand in mine, "Just try and remember that he is here to help you…not fight you…"

He nodded, not seeming to have noticed my hand touching his, "Yeah it just feels like the opposite." He said rolling his left shoulder back.

I smiled again and moved closer to him and touched his sore shoulder with a tentative hand, his eyes followed my every movement and I flushed slightly. I nearly pulled my hand back away from him, knowing that he was thinking I had other motives rather than just an innocent massage, when he let out a soft groan as my finger tips worked away a small tight knot in his muscle. I chuckled at him and moved a bit closer, letting his hand go to reach his other shoulder and massage them both. He smelled like soap, leather, and sweat and I could feel the intense heat coming off of him. I was so wound up in being so close to him that it took me a moment to notice the sound coming from him.

"Harry?"

"Humm?" he asked with his eyes closed.

"Are you purring?" I asked and his eyes jumped open in alarm.

"I…um…" his face flushed brightly and he looked around as if searching for a place to run and I couldn't help but laugh out right at him. It sent a wave of intoxicated pleasure through my body as he smiled the first genuine smile I have seen from him in a while. At that intense emotion his smile faded and I knew that he had felt it, he felt my desire to see him smile like that all the time. My desire to be the reason he smiled. I felt my cheeks go warm and I dropped my hands from his shoulders.

"I..." I started but before I could apologize for my emotions his hand had touched my chin and tilted my face to his.

"You shouldn't be sorry for something you can't control." He said in his soft whisper that sent chills throughout me. Being so close I tried to fight my eyes from glancing at his lips but the smell and warmth of his body beat against me and they darted to them and in an instant admired the soft swollen form of them. His cheeks were flushed from his workout and I couldn't help but wonder if he felt anything at being so close to me.

I looked back into his eyes, their color had grown darker and I nearly gasped as I stared into them but his mouth covered mine before I could do so. Instantly I melted against him, closing my eyes to the indescribable feeling of his soft lips against my own. His sent and heat surrounded me along with his arms. My heart beat loudly in my ears and my head felt incredibly light as my arms came around his neck.

But then my wicked conscious broke through the fog of my mind, reminding me once again that I am not the one that he is in love with. I nearly lost all train of thought as his tongue slipped between my willingly parted lips and danced with mine. But I knew it wasn't right. And I knew he could feel my doubt and my questions as the kiss slowly ended and I broke away from him. We were both breathing heavily as we continued to hold one another. His eyes roamed over my face as I continued to stare up at him in wonder.

"GINNY WEASLEY! I told you to go get everyone for lun---" Mom's voice came from the side of the shed and then she appeared at the door stopping in mid sentence before her jaw dropped wide. Harry and I dropped our arms from one another but she just stood there gaping at us for a long minute before turning speechlessly around and walking back to the house.

With a small shake of my head and a smile I just knew I would be getting the Birth Control Potion speech later.

"Ginny…I…" Harry said in a husky voice behind me, I knew I couldn't turn around to look at him, knowing what desire I would now see in his eyes.

"No….it's alright Harry…I…I will try and stay away from you. I know that this is never going to work and I am just setting myself up to get either played with or get my heart broken and I am not looking for either one of those thing to happen." I said the nicest way I could, "I know you don't love me….but I love you…we were together just a friends before, Harry…but I can't do that anymore…not with the way I feel about you. I'm sorry." I said and walked back to the house before I could say anything.

Before mom or anyone else could stop me I ran up the stairs to my room and collapsed to the floor in an aroused heap of tears. I felt horrible just running off like that but I know that if I would have turned back and looked at him I would have been crushed against him in an instant. And despite how much I physically want him I wont allow myself to do so when I know he doesn't love me, it would make me just that much more in love with him , when I am trying to learn to let him go.