Thanks for the reviews! Sorry I haven't updated in months, it's a long story….Anyway, without further ado…chapter 3! R&R please.

Chapter 3

Harry didn't sleep well that night. All he could think about was the newfound prophecy that he had just heard about. Why would Dumbledore betray him like that? He promised that he would be open with Harry. But this wasn't honesty. This was deceit. And it didn't help that since Grimmauld Place was now his, the master bedroom became his—Sirius's room.

He awoke the next morning feeling groggy, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. There were voices all around him. Harry picked up, and put on his glasses. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were talking.

"Morning Harry," Ginny said brightly, with a grin on her face.

"Morning," Harry mumbled. He sat up in bed, yawned, and stretched.

There were two loud cracks, and the terrible twins appeared in the room.

"Hey guys," Hermione greeted them.

"So, are you guys in a lot of trouble after last night?" Harry asked Fred and George.

"Oh, nothing too big. Just got a big telling off from mum. 'You two don't take your jobs seriously! One more slip-up like this and you're out of the Order!'" George said in a mimicking voice, uncannily like his mother's.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Harry mumbled.

"That's okay. We don't really care. They wouldn't dare kick us out of the Order, we're the most entertaining ones there!" Fred chuckled.

"So…our darling mother just told us that we're all going down to Diagon Alley tomorrow so you students can get your school supplies," George chimed up.

"I wonder who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is going to be," said Ginny.

The evil duo smirked at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"We know," they said together in perfect unison.

They all stared at Fred and George. Finally Ron spoke up.

"Who!"

"Oh no, you're not finding out that easy, little brother," George said slyly, "It'll cost you."

"How much?" Ron demanded.

"Oh, not much. Just…let's say…ten galleons," Fred replied casually, as though that amount of money were just pocket change.

"But—I—that's not fair!" Ron told them with a look of frustration on his face.

"Will you at least tell us if it's someone good?" Ginny protested.

"Oh, the teacher is definitely good," George replied with a superior look on his triumphant face. Fred smirked.

"You talk about him as if you already know him!" Hermione spoke up.

"Hem hem, that's her to be correct," Fred told Hermione, "and we do know her."

Ginny's eyes got wide, "Does that mean we know her?"

"Ask us no questions and we'll tell no lies, Ginny," George replied.

Ginny smiled brightly. Sounds like a yes to me, she thought to herself. Harry looked over at Ginny, and saw her smiling, and Harry couldn't help but smile, too. Ginny noticed this, and looked at him. Her smile got even wider.

Harry's heart began to beat faster. Oh great, he thought, this isn't good. This is Ron's sister!

Luckily, Ron and Hermione didn't see this little exchange. But the disastrous duo did. Oh no, Fred thought to himself. Then came George thinking, Not my baby sister! Er, Ginny isn't old enough to date! The twins exchanged melancholy glances, and then Fred thought, Well if Ginny has to have someone, at least it's Harry.

"So anyway," George spoke up his voice a little higher than usual, "like we said, we're all going to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

There were two loud CRACK's and the twins disappeared.

"Anyway, do you guys want to get some breakfast?" Ron asked the rest of the trio.

Hermione and Harry both nodded, and they headed downstairs. Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Tonks, Mundungus, and Kingsely were already downstairs eating breakfast. Ginny followed them shortly, after changing clothes. Harry found himself watching her walk gracefully down the stairs wearing some nice muggle clothing, a bright yellow halter-top and a blue-jean miniskirt. Harry felt his jaw drop slightly open, but luckily Harry closed his mouth before anyone noticed. Harry was suddenly very aware that he was still wearing his pajamas. Harry finished his breakfast quickly, and headed upstairs to change, also. He came back down around ten minutes later wearing a gray t-shirt, which so happened to have the sleeves cut off at the perfect place for his muscles to show properly, and a pair of comfortable jeans.

As Ginny saw Harry, she couldn't help but think that he was getting pretty ripped. That quidditch must really be helping, she thought. Then a thought occurred to her.

"Hey do you guys want to play a game of quidditch?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other and smiled.

"Brilliant," Harry said to Ginny.

They then all looked at Hermione.

"What?" she asked. "It's not like I've never flown before ya know. I'm not great, but I can ride a broom," she said, rolling her eyes.

Ginny quietly giggled to herself, staring fixatedly at Hermione.

"Okay then good, lets all go get our brooms!" she exclaimed.

They went upstairs to get their broomsticks. Harry reached to grab his Firebolt, which he had gotten back at the end of last year, from his trunk. But then he thought of who had given him his beloved broomstick. Ginny was standing in the doorway waiting for him, but Harry was unaware of this. He froze with the Firebolt in his hand for a moment. A tear slowly began to trickle down his cheek, but he quickly brushed it away.

"No, this isn't the time," he muttered to himself quietly. He turned around, and jumped back slightly, seeing Ginny in the doorway.

"I—I'm sorry Harry," Ginny said quickly.

"It's okay," he replied quietly.

Ginny could see in his almond-shaped, emerald eyes, that Harry could really use a hug. She opened up her arms and wrapped them soothingly around Harry.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled as he smiled inwardly and sheepishly.

"C'mon. You haven't played quidditch in ages!" she said brightly.

A large grin quickly covered Harry's face, and they both darted down stairs. Ron and Hermione were already waiting for them with their brooms, though Hermione didn't have her own, she was using George's. They headed to the backyard, and took off into the air. They didn't go too high, in fear of muggles seeing them. Harry practiced the Wronski Feint a few times, and was ready to go. They passed around the quaffle a few times for fun, and then played a condensed version of a quidditch game. Harry's team won three out of four games.

The sun was setting when Mrs. Weasley called them in for dinner. They had skipped lunch completely. Fred, George, and Lupin met them for dinner. The talk mostly consisted of quidditch.

Ron brought up the subject of the new Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. "Yeah, well it's probably going to be you or Katie."

"Ron, I was hardly on the team last year thanks to dear old Umbridge. I doubt I'll be made captain," Harry reasoned with him, but with a small desire inside of him to be the new captain.

"Oh, I don't know. You played one game last year, and you've been on the team for five years! That is a long time. You know you're the best seeker Gryffindor's had since Charlie. And plus…you know you want to be captain," Ginny said joining the conversation.

Harry stared at his plate of food as she talked, a broad grin spreading upon his face.

"I don't see why you're leaving Ron out of the mix," Hermione added, eyeing Harry with her eyebrows raised.

"That's what I was thinking. He was brilliant last year. He could easily be made captain," said Harry.

"I still think it'll be you, Harry," Ron said closing the discussion.

When dinner was finished they all went upstairs to change into their pajamas and go to bed. When Harry was finished he went towards Ron's room quietly. He could hear him and Hermione talking quietly.

Ron spoke, "Yeah, well Harry always gets away with stuff. He's got it really easy sometimes."

Harry stepped into the room with a look of rage on his face.

"YOU THINK MY LIFE IS EASY! EASY? YOU IDIOT!" Harry yelled at Ron and Hermione. "YOU ARE—"

"Listen Harry!" Ron yelled trying to cut Harry off. "Calm down mate! WE KNOW YOU JUST LOST SIRIUS AND EVERYTHING, AND WE'RE REALLY SORRY, BUT YOU NEED TO CHILL OUT! Stop taking it out on us mate! You've got a serious problem, mate!"

Ginny walked near the doorway, but had not yet quite reached it.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE HALF OF WHAT MY PROBLEM IS!" Harry screamed back at Ron. Ginny froze in the doorway of the room, hearing this. No one noticed her except for Harry.

Hermione trembled slightly with fear from Harry's outburst of anger. She and Ron looked at Harry with puzzled looks on their faces.

"Harry?" Hermione asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

"I—I—er—uh—you see—um—it's just that…" Harry looked desperately at Ginny. She nodded slowly.

Harry let out a long, deep breath. "Okay," Harry said in a sigh. "You know that prophecy about Voldemort and I that smashed when we were in the Department of Mysteries?"

"Yeah?" Ron asked, suddenly calm again.

Harry sighed again. "Well…I found out what it said. Professor Dumbledore told me. It s—says:"

Harry let out another big breath.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

By the time Harry had finished talking, Ron and Hermione's mouths were hanging open. Hermione looked like she was about to cry. They were staring at him, awestruck. There was a long silence.

"So…duh—does that mean that—that the only way this thing with Voldemort can end is—is with one of you killing the other one?" Hermione asked in a trembling voice.

Harry looked down at the floor. He couldn't speak. His mouth was too dry. Ginny stepped out of the doorway, and solemnly nodded her head at the others.

"Were you listening?" Ron snapped angrily at Ginny.

"It's okay," Harry said quickly.

Ginny smirked at Ron.

"No Harry! It's not okay! She was listening in on a private conversation!"

"I have just as much right as you do to know what the prophecy says!" Ginny snapped back at Ron.

Ron looked at her incredulously. "Just as much right! Harry! Tell her—"

"It's okay!" Harry pleaded with Ron.

"But she was listening in on—"

"SHE ALREADY KNOWS RON!" Harry yelled impatiently back at him.

"What?" Hermione asked quietly with a hurt look on her face.

Harry stammered, "Er—I—I've—I've been…uh…writing Ginny a lot over the summer."

"WHAT? You've been writing to my Ginny, my LITTLE SISTER about prophecies in big long letters when you'll barely talk to us! Harry, how could you tell HER over your BEST FRIENDS?"

"Ron! It's not Harry's fault he doesn't feel like he can talk to you about certain things! And plus, you weren't even CLOSE with Sirius!" Ginny interjected.

"Well, YOU weren't close with Sirius!" Ron roared back at her.

Ginny looked at Ron with a look of devastation for him on her face. She shook head, slowly, in disgust.

Ginny began to speak slowly, "Don't talk about things you don't understand." She slowly closed her eyes for a few seconds. "I just so happened, to have been writing Sirius for over a year, ever since the third task of the Triwizard Tournament."

Tears began to form in Ginny's eyes. They poured out of her eyes like rivers flowing down her face. She wiped her face, and sat down on the edge of Ron's bed. Hermione and Harry pulled her into a big hugv of comfort, while tears welled in Harry and Hermione's eyes. Ron just sat there, staring blankly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron with a look that plainly said, "How could you say that?"

A few moments past and all the tears were gone. Ginny sniffled and they all stood up. Here was a silent moment when different thoughts flooded everyone's head, when Ron spoke up.

"Listen guys…I'm sorry. But I still think Ginny shouldn't have been listening. She wasn't even part of the conversations."

"Hey! I accidentally overheard! It's not my fault. You were both yelling!" The yelling went on for several minutes. Then talk switched to the prophecy, then a dead silence.

"Harry?" Hermione asked timidly, who hadn't spoken since the talk of the prophecy the first time.

"Yeah?" He replied quietly, as he saw a tear roll down her cheek.

"Hermione, don't do that!" Ron said desperately, as his eyes got watery.

Hermione slowly walked over to Harry and gave him a friendly hug. They eventually broke the hug, and Hermione sniffled. They all wiped the tears from their eyes, except for Ginny, who had none.

Ginny spoke up, "Well ya know, it's not like this is necessarily a death sentence or something for Harry. I mean, you shouldn't automatically think that Harry's going to be the victim. We all know Harry's powerful. With some proper training, he could most definitely get rid of that git, Voldemort."

Everyone stared at Ginny wide-eyed. She had never said the Dark Lord's name before, and she had said it without flinching. A huge grin spread across Harry's face as he looked up at Ginny. Ginny smiled back, sheepishly, and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well I'm glad one of the Weasley's will finally say his name," Hermione said casually. They all smiled, and there was no more crying. They all smiled. Like Hagrid had once said, "What will come, will come, and he'd have to meet it when it did." Harry finally felt some of the weight that had been hanging in his stomach since Voldemort had told him about the prophecy lessen a little.

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