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Chapter Six

Harry was the first one to run up the winding staircase and the first to plow into Ginny's room.

Ginny was sitting on her bed looking panicked.

" She went through the window..." She pointed toward a open window.

" Ginny, are you ok?" Harry asked with concern concurring his voice.

" Fine, startled, but fine otherwise."

Harry took his wand out and headed toward the window.

" Harry! Get away! She's dangerous!" Molly grabbed Harry's arm.

" Jess couldn't harm a fly." Harry then thought back to the whole knife throwing thing.

" Ok, maybe she can. But she knows me, I can...erm...calm her down." Harry slipped out of

Mrs. Weasley's tight grip.

" He's got a point." Ginny agreed.

" Keep your wand at the ready Harry!" Arthur instructed tensely.

Harry scattered to the window and looked down.

Ginny's window looked over the small garden at the back of the Burrow.

Harry saw a figure sitting on a stone bench.

He ran back down the stairs and into the garden.

Jess' auburn colored hair reflected the light of the raising sun.

She did not move at his presence, she just had her arms around her knees with her eyes straight in front of her.

" Harry, what's happening?" Her voice was wobbly. As if she was crying.

Harry sat down with her.

" It complicated."

" I just don't know any more." A tear streaked down her cheek.

" Everything will be ok." Harry hesitantly patted her on the shoulder, he wasn't practiced at the comforting stuff. He realized that it was always other people comforting him.

He looked back to the house.

He could see dozen of faces through a small kitchen window.

The scream had apparently woken Ron and the other household members.

Their eyes were fixed at the scene.

" Come back inside. And I'll explain everything."

Jess turned her head toward him.

Then something very unexpected happened.

He felt something going on inside his head.

Not a feeling of emotion, but a feeling of trespassing.

Someone was trying to read his mind.

Someone was trying to get inside his head.