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Chapter Four

Harry headed to his room. He climbed into bed, but he could not sleep, and when he did, it was unrestful. Around midnight, he headed downstairs to get a glass of water, and found Remus sitting at the kitchen table, eating a piece of pie.

"'Lo Remus," Harry said quietly, and sat down.

"Hello Harry, I've been meaning to talk to you about something, but I haven't had a chance to talk with you in private," said Remus. "Before Sirius died, he gave me something that he wanted passed down to you if he were to die."

Harry nodded and looked at Remus intently. Remus reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a small brown book, with a leather cover. It reminded him of Tom Riddle's diary, but in brown, and a lot more used. He set it on the table, and began talking.

"This was your father's diary from when he was in school. Sirius had always tried to figure out the password when they were in school, but he never got in. When James died, he left the diary to Sirius, without the password. He eventually figured it out, and thought the entries were really good. He said your father was quite a good writer, and that he really enjoyed reading it. Sirius thought that you would really enjoy it, Harry, and so he left it for you. But of course, he also left you the task of figuring out the password."

Harry sat there, staring at Remus, soaking up every word he said. His expression turned to a slight smile, at Remus's last sentence. He slowly picked up the diary from the table, and examined it. The cover was plain brown leather, ands the back had gold letters imprinted onto it saying, "James Michael Potter."

Harry smiled largely at Remus, and said, "Thanks Moony."

A tired looking Remus, smiled back at him brightly, and patted him on the back. Harry got up from the kitchen table, and headed upstairs with the diary. He sat down in his bed, and opened up the diary. The first page said nothing but, "Password:" at the top, and a blank for you to write it.

Harry got up from his bed and opened his trunk. He rummaged around for a quill and ink. He tried to be quiet, but he made a bit of noise. Once he had his supplies, he sat down on his bed and started trying passwords.

He wrote the word "Prongs" in the blank. The words "Nice try" appeared on the page. Harry smiled, as he heard footsteps outside his door. His head snapped up instantly as he heard the sound. The door slowly opened, and Ginny appeared in the doorway.

"Sorry, Harry. I couldn't sleep, and I heard you up," she said quietly.

"That's fine. Come on in, sit down," Harry replied.

Ginny walked in and sat down on the bed next to Harry. She was wearing her nightgown, while Harry was wearing a nightshirt and pants.

"Whatchya doin'?" Ginny asked.

"Sirius left me this diary, which was my dad's in school. I'm trying to figure out the password. Wanna help?"

Ginny nodded her head eagerly.

"What about, 'Quidditch'?" she asked hopefully. Harry tried it, but the diary declined it with, "Nope, you're going to have to do better than that."

Harry then tried the words: marauder, Gryffindor, chaser, Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail, and Snivellus. The diary declined with funny insults, which made the two crack-up occasionally.

Harry then tried the words, "Lily Evans" and was shot back the reply, "Nice try, Sirius." Harry stared at the words for a minute, and then the two started going into fits of laughter.

"Harry? Is Evans your mom's maiden name?" Ginny asked a few moments later.

"Yeah. Ooh! That gives me an idea."

Harry wrote in the word, "Evans." The reply was, "Welcome back James."

Ginny squealed with happiness and quickly hugged Harry as a huge grin lit-up his face. The happy moment passed very quickly and they soon pulled apart, much to Harry's regret.

"What gave you the idea of just her last name?" Ginny asked Harry.

"Evans is what my dad would call my mom as a nickname type-thing when he was in school," Harry replied.

"Oh. I think it's cute how your dad had such a huge crush on your mom," said Ginny with a look of thought.

"Yeah," Harry replied, not wanting to get all mushy.

Ginny and Harry let out big yawns at the exact same time, which caused them both to laugh at the exact same time.

Harry and Ginny talked for the rest of the night. Harry told Ginny about some of the many adventures he had gone on over the years, as Ginny told him about hers. They laughed, gasped, and even cried a bit. They both had a nice time and got to know each other even better.

At around 4:00 in the morning, they both fell asleep on top of Harry's bed, the diary between them. Harry awoke an hour later to see Ginny lying near to him, with the moonlight shining on her long, red hair.

Man, she's beautiful, Harry thought to himself. It's nights like these, that many people believe lead you to realize your love for someone. And Harry, trying not to analysze things too deeply, realized something along those lines. But not nessesarily love Just deep feeling. He rifted back into a peaceful sleep. When he awoke at 8:00 that morning, Ginny was gone. This slightly disappointed Harry, but Harry realized that if someone had found them, the person would have definitely jumped to conclusions. And Harry definately did not need that also on his plate right now, seeing as it was already overflowing drastically.

Moments later, Ginny darted into Harry's bedroom excitedly.

"Hurry and get ready Harry! We're going to Diagon Alley remember!" she said in a bouncy way. She grinned excitedly at him and left the room.

Harry smiled brightly and sighed. If Ron finds out how I feel about Ginny, Voldemort won't be the one to kill me. Ron will.

As you should know by now, reviews are very much appreciated. I know this fic seems a bit boring right now, but that's because it's still at the beginning. I've actually written up to chapter 17 and it's a lot better now that my writing has improved so much. So, please just keep reading (and reviewing!). It'll get much better, I promise. ;)