Okay, so, I really like this chapter…but it might get a bit confusing…um…you don't really know what I'm talking about yet, but for Lily, it'll be bolded text, and for James it won't. Then you won't get confused. Just read to figure out what the heck I'm talking about, lol. Oh, and sorry I forgot to mention this when I loaded chapter six, but the reason Harry was able to throw off the Imperius Curse so easily is because he learned to do it in his 4th year, remember? Lol. Um…yeah, on with the show.

Chapter 7

The next morning, Harry awoke at 9:30. His scar was no longer searing, and he felt quite refreshed.

He looked around his room; it was empty, from what Harry could see. Then, Ron walked in (already dressed) as Harry was putting on his glasses.

"Morning Harry. Breakfast is ready. We're all going down to eat right now, if you're ready," Ron said.

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute."

Ron left, and Harry took a quick shower. When he got out, he dried his hair with a towel. He ran a comb through his hair, but it did nothing. His hair was still untidy and ruffled. He didn't notice at the time, but as his hair started to air-dry, the front of Harry's hair was starting to curl upward, as if gelled. Harry began to get dressed. He put on a pair of clean jeans and a Gryffindor Quidditch T-shirt from his third year (it had been down to his knees in his third year, and now it finally fit, perfectly).

Harry headed downstairs to eat some breakfast. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were already at the kitchen table, eating some breakfast.

When Ginny saw Harry enter the room, her jaw dropped open, and the piece of toast she was holding fell out of her hand. The sight of him temporarily mesmerized her. All the feelings that she had had for him since she was ten came rushing back to her. But this time, she knew it wasn't just the same crush.

As Harry entered the kitchen, he paused for a moment to look at his friends.

"Morning," he said. He then looked at Ginny for moment. Freaky, he thought as he looked at her clothes. She was also wearing a Gryffindor Quidditch shirt. It was scarlet that had a bludger, snitch, and quaffle on the front, in gold. On the back it said "The Gryffindor Girls" and had the names "Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, and Ginny Weasley" below it. It was the one of the T-shirts the team had had made once Fred, George and Harry had been banned from the Quidditch team.

Harry sat down at the kitchen table, and reached for the biscuits.

"You feeling better today, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Much better."

"I'm glad," she said as she smiled warmly at him.

They ate breakfast in silence, until Mrs. Weasley came in.

She walked up to them, "Oh, Harry, you're up. Good. Now, I want all of you to get your packing done today, while we're at Diagon Alley getting the rest of your supplies."

"Mum, are you sure we can't come? I mean, it's not like we're going to be away from you guys at all," Ginny asked.

"Absolutely not! After yesterday do really expect me to say YES!"

"Apparently not," Ginny muttered quietly, just loud enough for Harry, Hermione, and Ron to hear.

The rest of the morning passed slowly. He finished packing, along with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. No one did much of anything. Ron and Harry talked about Quidditch most of the day, with an occasional game of Exploding Snap or Wizards Chess.

And Hermione and Ginny, of course, mostly talked about boys (namely Ron and Harry).

Before they knew it, it was already 8:45 PM. They had already eaten dinner, so Harry decided to head up to his room. He lay down on his bed, on top of the covers, and stared at the ceiling, thinking. He lye there for an hour and then stood up, and opened his trunk. He reached inside, and pulled out his father's diary, along with a quill and ink.

He climbed on top of his bed, and wrote the password in the blank. "Welcome back, James." Harry smiled inwardly, and picked the diary up off of his bed. He began to turn the page, as he accidentally dropped it. As it fell, two envelopes fell out from the inside of the diary.

He picked up the diary and the envelopes, and sat back down on his bed. He picked up one letter, which seemed to be newer, because the parchment was nowhere near as yellow. The envelope had the word "Harry" on it. He examined the handwriting, and realized that it was Sirius's. Harry's eyes began to water, but he quickly opened the envelope, and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Harry,

If you're reading this, then I'm sorry to say that I'm dead. That's never a fun topic for a letter, but what are you gonna do?

Anyway Harry, I just wanted to let you know not to grieve too much, because I'm in a better place now. I'm with Lily and James, and you know how much I loved them.

I'm glad that I finally got the chance to know you, Harry. You're more like your father than you'll ever know. You know the truth about me now, and that's all I ever really wanted. You found out that I was innocent, and you got spend some time with me. I really don't know how much, but after what happened over Christmas Break with Arthur in your fifth year, I felt it wise to write this letter.

I want you to know, Harry, that your parents were amazing people. Your father was like a brother to me, when I had no family. Like I told you, your grandparents sort of "adopted" me when I ran away at the age of sixteen. Because you know, I didn't have a very good childhood, but James made it better. Once I became friends with your father, school became the best years of my life. People say that school is the best time in your life, as a joke, but that really is true for me.

And then there's your mother. She was an amazing woman. She was brilliant, probably the cleverest witch of her time, just like Hermione…but more fun (Though I may not be the right person to judge that, considering I don't know Hermione as well as you do. But I also know that Ginny is quite smart…so…whatever). Lily was kind, caring, and sweet…of course with a little edge. She was a great woman, and you should be proud to have her as a mother. Both of your parents loved you very much, even though they were only with you for a short time.

Now Harry, I think it's time you knew about something. Something you should have known about years ago. Tell Dumbledore to tell you about the prophecy. You may not understand this now, but eventually you will. Tell Dumbledore it was my last request…unless by now, of course, you've already found out.

You know that I love you Harry, even if I've never said it. Have a good life, I don't want to see you up here anytime soon. I'm sure I miss you.

Your godfather,

Sirius Black

By the time Harry had finished the letter, he was crying silently. Tears flowed down his face for a few minutes, until the crying eventually ceased. His eyes were still red and puffy, but he was no longer crying. He sniffled, and reached for the other letter. Harry didn't recognize the handwriting. Man, it looks like it could be around fifteen years old, Harry thought. Then realization hit him. He ripped open the envelope quickly and pulled out a large, yellowed, piece of parchment.

Dearest Harry,

If you're reading this, then it means that we, your parents, are dead. Now, this is obviously never a great topic starter to a letter, but it's going to have to do.

Now Harry, there are a few things that we would like to talk about. Firstly, we'll start with Sirius. If you have received this letter, it means that either, Sirius has died, or you are seventeen. He was instructed to give this to you when you turned seventeen if we were to die. We gave it to him just before we went into hiding in Godric's Hollow. If the case is that Sirius is dead, then we are greatly sorry for your loss. Sirius was my best friend—

Hey! He was my friend too!

Yeah, but not your BEST friend—

Sorry, Harry dear, your father is just jealous that my charmed quill has better handwriting than his (We bewitched our quills to write everything we're saying).

Anyway…Sirius was OUR best friend and he loves you very much, even though you're only a year old right now. I'm sure you miss him very much, but try not to grieve a great deal, because he wouldn't want that. He'd want you to live your life to the fullest, and I'm sure that's what he expects.

Now, on to another subject—Girls. As I'm sure you've noticed, Potter men tend to meet their soulmates at very young age.

Yeah, I met Lils here when I was eleven. I've never loved a woman since.

Why thank you James, sorry I can't say the same. Harry, I didn't like your father until I was sixteen. He was kind of an arrogant idiot for the first five years I knew him.

Hey! Thanks sweetie! You just ruined my reputation with my son! Do you really want Harry to think badly of his own dead father?

Don't worry Harry, your father grew out of that stage. He eventually came to his senses and was a very sweet, sensitive guy. And that's the man I fell in love with.

Anyway, like we were saying, Potter men meet their soulmates early in life. So if you're in love right now, she might just be the one. If you're not with anyone, than you probably already know her. Take a look around your inner-circle of friends, first. Now, if you like one of your close friends, and she just so happens to have red hair, you HAVE to go for it. It seems like only redheads can tame the wild Potter men. If you love her, then you have our blessing…unless she's in Slytherin—

James! That wasn't very nice. Not all Slytherins are bad—

Harry, all Slytherins are bad.

Harry, your father has never liked the Slytherin house, so please excuse him. Though, I have a feeling you're not going to be too fond of the house either. It's in your blood. I don't exactly like them, but I don't speak unkindly of them…

Yes you do.

Hey! Only on occasion.

And that occasion is Snivellus.

James, sweetie, you probably should stop calling Snape, "Snivellus." He's in the Order!

Yeah, well, he'll always be good 'ol Snivlly to me.

Okay, sorry about that Harry. Maybe charming our quills to write everything we say wasn't such a good idea.

Anyway Harry, sorry about that interruption. Our point is that Potter's find the love of their life when they're in school normally. So, I think it likely that if you are 16 or 17 and are dating someone you love, then they are probably the one.

Now Harry, please allow us to move on to what I'm sure is a very sensitive subject for you—the prophecy. Yes, we know about it. And we're very sorry that you've been put in a position like this, but it's not our choice. It's your fate. But remember not to let the prophecy rule you. Live your life like a regular person, and when the time comes, then you can kill Voldemort.

I hope Harry's not afraid of Voldemort's name. Because if you are, Harry, you shouldn't be. Fear of the name only increases fear of the person, I always say.

Hey! Dumbledore says that, not you.

He got it from me.

Really? Well, that's cool. I always thought you just got it from him.

Anyway Harry; remember not to let the prophecy rule your life. Live regularly and just meet Voldemort when the time is right.

Now Harry, I know it must be really hard to grow up with no parents. I don't know how old you were when we died, but you were probably very young. Because if you have received this, it's most likely that Voldemort somehow found us and killed us, it would be unlikely for us to die another way.

Point being…

…that we're very sorry you had to grow up with no parents. We love you very much, and it pained us to see you have such a lonely childhood. We're very sorry for that. We miss you a lot, but remember: If Sirius is dead, than don't be so sad. He's in a better place now. He's with his best friends that I'm sure he misses a lot.

And now that he's gone, I'm sure that he misses you just as much as you miss him.

Don't forget that we love you Harry.

And that we're watching over you. We love you so much, with all our hearts, and we hope that you have a great life.

Love,

Your Mother and Father

By the time he was halfway through the letter, he was reduced to tears. But this time, the tears weren't for Sirius. This time he was crying over his parents. These people, these amazing people, that he had never known.

They seem like incredible people, Harry thought. Now, at least, I've gotten to know them a little bit better, he thought as he sat up, and laid his head against the top of his bed, sniffling.

Ginny could hear Harry sobbing from his room. She'd heard him before, but the crying had never lasted this long. It was never this persistent.

Harry shouldn't have to go through all this, she thought. It's not fair that a sixteen year-old should have no parents, no godparents, and the weight of the entire wizarding world on his shoulders. It's just terrible.

Ginny's eyes began to get teary, and she began to weep silently over Harry.

Harry heard Ginny crying from her room next door. He frowned and wondered what was the matter with her. He heard her sniffle, and start to sob again. It broke his heart to hear her like that. I wonder if there's anything I can do, Harry thought.

Harry sighed, and with this, he got up and exited the room. He walked to Ginny's door and knocked. He then opened it a crack. Ginny looked up and saw Harry's face in the doorway. Startled, she sat up.

"Can I come in?" Harry asked politely.

Ginny nodded.

Harry walked inside her room, and quietly shut the door. He sat next to her on the edge of her bed. He looked at her meaningfully.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Um…yeah."

Harry examined her, and looked searchingly at her face, trying to find the truth. He shook his head.

"You don't look okay. What's the matter?"

She started sobbing again.

Harry pulled her into a hug. She rested her head on his shoulder and cried, dampening his shirt.

"Ginny," Harry said soothingly, "What's wrong?"

"It's just…" Ginny said in between sobs, "…that it's not fair. Y—you having to deal with everything li—like this. You h—have the…the entire weight of the wizarding world on…on your shoulders, and it's just not fair, w—what you have to go through." Ginny sighed. Sure, that was why she was crying. But it wasn't the only reason. She had longed for Harry for so long….Now it seemed as though he wanted the same thing…but it seemed they couldn't be together. Harry was the hero. The marked man. Someone by his side might just get in the way….

"Gin," Harry said quietly, trying to get her to calm down, "Gin, it's okay."

"But Harry…"

"Ginny, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay. It'll all work out. It's okay," Harry reassured her.

Ginny lifted her head off of Harry's shoulder and looked up at him. She looked deeply into his eyes, searching for answers to all her questions, desperate to find the truth in his eyes. Was he really okay? But, no, he couldn't be. How could he be? It seemed literally impossible for Harry to be okay with all this.

She pulled away from Harry slightly, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes, "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"How can you say that you're okay? I know you're not Harry. I hear you cry yourself to sleep all the time. You're not okay, Harry, and you know it."

Harry completely pulled away from Ginny, and sat up, putting his legs in Indian Style, looking straight at her.

"Ginny," Harry said firmly, "You're right. I'm not okay. But I'm improving by leaps and bounds, okay? I've accepted it all. Everything. It's all going to be okay, Gin. I'm slowly getting over it. Everything's going to be all right. It'll just take time. And regarding to the prophecy: I can't let it rule my life. I'll just have to meet him when the time comes, and do what I have to do. But it'll all be okay…eventually. I've finally got some closure."

Ginny nodded slightly, looking down. Harry pulled her into a hug. They stayed like that for almost five minutes, just wrapped in each other's arms, in a comfortable hug. Both felt they could have stayed like that for hours, though, of course, they never admitted it.

"You okay now, Gin?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Thanks Harry."

"Okay, good. I'm really, tired. I'm gonna go try and get some sleep, okay?" said Harry.

"'Kay."

Harry kissed Ginny on the top of the head, and headed towards the door. He was halfway through the doorway, when he turned around and said, "Night Gin."

He smiled brightly, and Ginny did, too.

Mkay, there you go.