Just Like Lily

A/– Hi! This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice when it comes to reviews! I would really appreciate hearing what you think of the beginning of my story, and I hope you like it!

R and R!

Disclaimer- Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I would be hurrying up on the 6th book, not writing fanfiction.

The eerie silence was ringing in his ears, but he couldn't bring himself to silence it. He sighed and rolled over, trying to stop the sunlight from reaching his pained, but beautiful, green eyes.

Harry James Potter had been like this for a week and a half. Trapped in the hell- hole of his home at the Dursley's, he only ventured outside his four walls for meals and a rare trip to the loo (A/N I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible, but I'm not from England! Sp?). The rest of his time was left to think about the tasks that lie ahead of him. Less than a month ago, Harry had been informed by his beloved headmaster that he was either to kill the most evil wizard ever, and save the world, or be killed by him and let the world come to and end. On top of that, his godfather had died at the hands of one of the evil wizard's followers.

Harry shook his head, trying to clear away the depressing thoughts.. Trying to distract himself, he glanced over at the calendar to his right, which, as usual, marked the days until he would return to his one true home, Hogwarts.

Hogwarts- usually the thought of his school would bring back happy memories of good times, but ever since his godfather's death, all he saw was a giant black dog, watching him by the Quidditch pitch.. Heart sinking, he was consumed in thoughts about his deceased godfather, Harry was quite surprised when there was a knock on the window, and in came a extremely small, hyper owl, named Pig.

Eagerly, forgetting temporarily about his sadness, Harry snatched Pig out of the air, in which he had been flying madly around like the insane owl he is. The note he was carrying said:

Harry,

Mom says that tomorrow you get to come to the Burrow! Fred, George and I will come pick you up tomorrow at 2. I can't wait to see you!

Hope the muggles are treating you well,

Harry looked down, expecting to see Ron's messy signature, but found the equally as messy signature of Ginny Weasley. His stomach flipped at the thought of seeing her tomorrow, but he put the thought out of his mind. Reading the letter again, Harry's spirits soared. He would finally be around his friends, his true family. But thoughts of family meant thoughts of Sirius, and that happy feeling went away as quick as it came.

Sitting on the steps, Harry awaited the arrival of Fred, George, and Ginny, while constantly checking his trunk for all of his supplies. After making absolutely sure that he had everything he needed, he continued to think about the same thing he had been thinking ever since he had had that funny feeling in his stomach yesterday, at the thought of Ginny. It was the same feeling he used to have when he saw Cho, only, this felt a little different. A little stronger, maybe. But why was he having this feeling? He didn't fancy Ginny, or did he? It would explain the desire he was having to see her once again. 'It's probably just because she helped so much with the Department of Mysteries last year...', he began to reassure himself, but the thought of the Department of Mysteries had him back to his normal, depressive state.

He didn't have time to dwell, however, because just then the doorbell rang. Harry scrambled to his feet, slightly queasy at the prospect of seeing Ginny, and opened the door.

Harry was surprised at what he saw. Standing before him was Ginny, but not the Ginny he had come to recognize. This Ginny was grown up, and looked nothing like the small and fragile girl he had saved from the Chamber. Aside from that, she looked very familiar, but he couldn't place who she looked like.

"Harry, are you feeling ok?" Came the concerned voice of Ginny Weasley, snapping him back into reality.

"Y...yea." He managed to choke out, stumbling over his words.

"Are you sure? Your face is flushed, and your burning up!" She said putting a hand on his forehead.

Her hand on his face wasn't really helping his concentrate, but he was able to say, in a slightly stabler voice, "Yea, Gin, I'm, I'm fine."

"Well, alright" She said in a disbelieving voice. With one slightly cheerier, she said "Let's get your trunk into the car, shall we?"

Harry just noticed the brand new car parked in the Dursley's driveway.

"Present from Dumbledore." She said, answering his unasked question. "He seemed to think we needed one. Now help me pull, I can't do it all by myself." She was standing by his trunk, trying desperately than move it more the a foot at a time.

"Here." Offered Harry, lifting it easily. He had become a lot stronger over the years, because of quidditch. "Let's go," he urged, but Ginny was starring at him with this kind of glazed look in her eyes. "Ginny!" he said, trying to get her attention.

"Oh", she said going very red. "Well, let's go", she said, quickly recovering.

He put the trunk in the car, and slid next to Ginny, and said hello to Fred and George, who were in the front seats. And for the first time in a while, with his thigh brushing Ginny's, speeding away to one of his favorite places in the world, he was happy.