Legal stuff: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or the game of Quidditch. Even though it sounds like a lot of fun to play. Of course I'm afraid of heights so I'd be relegated to the side lines like Hermione.

Sorry that this chapter is so short but it's main a build up to five. To make up for it I'll be posting the two of them together.

Thanks again Susan

Chapter 4

Can it be?

Later, after Harry had eaten a pretty large breakfast much to Mrs. Weasley's pleasure, and with some help from Ron of course, the whole of the Weasley family still at home was assembled in the living room along with Harry and Delphine.

Harry was smiling trying not to laugh at the sight of all the Weasley's with their mouths hanging open.

"Yo….y…ou're an elf?" Ron sputtered.

She giggled. "Yes Ron, I think we've established that already."

"But, you're an elf, in our living room." He stammered again.

Harry snickered.

"I see where you get it from Harry." She couldn't help but tease him.

Molly Weasley was a bit shocked. "Well, Dumbledore definitely didn't say anything about this. All he said was she was to help Harry."

Six read heads turned to face the inky haired teen.

He shrank down in his seat he wasn't really comfortable with all their eyes on him.

"Uhm, well you see…" He explained to them about the dream and what Gelena had told them. He couldn't believe that they could become even more shocked. Five mouths were hanging wide open but there was one who just sat there and smiled at him sweetly.

Ginny Weasley was the only one in her family to not act completely shocked with this new information of their adopted family member. She seemed at peace with it and her kind smile was actually giving him the strength to continue with his explanation. He couldn't help but realize that she had changed and cleaned up since he had seen her this morning. She now wore a beautiful light blue sundress. The spaghetti straps showed off her creamy shoulders. And even though the dress was modest in the cut of both the bodice and the skirt; the clinging fabric didn't leave much of her curves to the imagination. And oh boy had she acquired some curves. And when did her hair get that long? The fiery locks now hung in waves and slight curls to about six inches past her shoulders. He couldn't remember if she had looked that alluring last year. She was definitely beautiful. Whoa, did he just think that way about his best friends little sister? He tried to deny his own thoughts but he was starting to feel a little warm. He was so preoccupied he didn't even realize that he hadn't finished his story.

Delphine picked it up. "Gelena sent me here to train Harry. Dumbledore thought that the Burrow would be a perfect place since it's off the map to all muggles." Her hand came to rest on his shoulder. But she quickly removed it when she saw fire burn in a pair of blue eyes.

He left the rest of the family in the living room to talk to Delphine. He needed to get out of there for a little bit and get some fresh air. He grabbed his Firebolt from the now enlarged trunk that stood by the door. And headed for the ring of trees that served for a makeshift Quidditch pitch on the Weasley property. He had been flying for a couple of minutes when he spotted a shock of red out of the corner of his eye.

"Ginny?" He landed.

She smiled. "Mind if I fly with you?" She lifted her broom that the twins had brought her after she played Seeker last year.

He eyed her skirt. "Um sure." He didn't want to tell her no, but wasn't that skirt going to be a little revealing astride that broom? He could feel himself start to sweat at the thought of the wind blowing around her, that flimsy skirt being caught by its lithe fingers. He mentally kicked himself. 'Whoa Harry don't go there. This is Ginny we're talking about. You know, Ron's little sister. What would he say if he knew you were thinking about his baby sister this way? Remember how he reacted when he found out she was seeing Michael Corner. Then they had broken up and she started dating Dean Thomas during the end of last year. Anyways, she's like a sister to you. Or at least she was until this morning."

"Harry." A small hand waved in front of her face. "Come one, are we going to fly or are you just going to stand their all day?"

He shook his head and smiled. "Of course we're going to fly." He choked slightly, still thinking about that skirt.

She grinned. "Great! Come on I want to see if I can beat the great Gryffindor seeker."

"But I'm not." He protested.

"Oh come on Harry. Umbridge is gone and she won't be back. Now that Dumbledore is back in charge he won't keep you off the team, I'm sure of it. McGonagall won't let him. Oh by the way she says 'Hi'."
"How's she doing?" He remembered the year before. Their Transfiguration professor and head of house had been hit with a volley of four stunning charms. They had been terrified that something terrible had happened to her, but Madame Pomfrey insisted that it wouldn't have any long lasting affects. Yet he was still worried.

"She's fine gets a little dizzy every now and then, but still as stubborn as ever."

He could believe it. Professor McGonagall was probably one of the most head strong women he had ever met. Not one you wanted to mess with. She could be just as nasty as Snape if need be.

Ginny moved to stand in front of him and looked over he shoulder a wicked smile on her face. "Oh, by the way Harry if your worried about the skirt don't be." She lifted the edge and revealed a blue pair of biker shorts underneath. "It's not like I'm an exhibitionist. Sorry, no free show today." With that she kicked off from the ground.

He just stood their mouth open like a fish. Had he really been that obvious? He hadn't thought so, but she seemed to have noticed. Or could it just have been taking a wild guess. 'Wait what am I doing. She's beating me.' "Hey, not fair." He cried, jumped onto his broom and kicked off.

Neither of them saw the figure hiding in the trees.