A/N: This a really short chapter, just for the excuse of writing some Harry/Ginny fluffyness. enjoy...
Disclaimer: I hereby disclaim ownership of any of Jo's wonderful characters...
Luna: she is lovely isn't she?
Ginny: Yep, cause she created us.
Draco: Did she create us or were we already there in the common-ah death...
Ginny: Why thank you Harry.
Light
by
mingingbent
There are two kinds of light—
the glow that illuminates,
and the glare that obscures.
– James Thurber
Chapter 15: Door Number Three
No, I'll hold out just as long as I am able
Until I can unlock that lucky door
Well, she's no big deal to most folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
- Door Number Three, Jimmy Bufffet
A very fatigued Harry Jame Potter slowly made his way to his room at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. As he turned to go down the hall, he ran straight into Ginny Weasley.
"Hey Harry," Her eyes brightened.
"Hey, what happened down in the kitchen, there's broken china in the sink."
She shrugged, "Not sure, came home from patrol and it was like that. You okay?"
"Yeah, just tired and sore is all."
She smiled and he tried to as well but it came out more as a grimace.
"I can cure that. How's bout I give you a massage."
Harry stretched languidly, "Sounds heavenly. Which room?"
"Mine, it's closer."
"Okay."
"Thanks Gin." He sighed as she loosened up the muscles in his back.
"You know, I've never given up on us. I knew what you said back in 5th year and I understand. I just want you to know how I feel and that I still care."
Harry was rapidly fading into sleep but she heard his soft reply, "So do I. Gin. So do I."
"How is Remus?" Harry asked as Aimee came through the door.
"Better. He's awake now and in some pain, they want him to stay another night."
"Good."
"Yes."
"And George?"
"Still nothing."
Harry cringed and felt his heart sink, George was a brother to him albeit older pratical joker-get's you in trouble brother and Fred just wasn't the same without him.
"Harry." Ron cam in and sat down next to him, "How's Remus?"
"Better."
"Good."
Harry cracked a grin, "You and Mione made up yet?"
Ron smiled sheepishly, "Yeah."
"Hey hon," Aimee came back into the room, she had changed out of her heavy robes.
"Yes?"
"Ready for that driving lesson?"
Harry looked up eagerly.
"Yeah."
As Aimee watched Harry not kill himself on the bike, she pondered the predicament they now were in. Remus didn't remember anything or so he said. They had no idea who got in and attacked him. Aimee had reasoned out all members of the Order by now. Nothing was stolen, no spells were cast, only Remus was attacked. The way it happened was more like some one after him personally rather than specifically after the Order. She was sorely puzzled, if it wasn't any of the Order, how did they get in?
Harry took a wide swing with the bike and tried to come to a full stop, but came up on the curb, luckly he stayed on.
"You just killed a Pedestrian Mr. Potter, think on that next time you get behind the wheel."
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