Harry returned to his room that night over joyed. He lay in bed imagining how much better his summers would be with Anancy next door, even though he would have one summer left, even if that. But for the first time in months Harry fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Anancy walked straight to her room upon her and Harry's walk. Once inside she closed the door, ran to the bed and grabbed one of her green pillows. She then shoved her face in it to muffle the sound of her giggling.

"What are you laughing for?" a low voice said from behind her. She immediately stopped and stood up to face him.

"Nothing, the plan is just coming along nicely. That's all."

"What have you found out?" the man with the low voice asked.

"Nothing." Anancy said quickly.

"Nothing?" the man repeated.

"Please give me time; he has to trust me first."

"Then make him trust you."

"Yes sir." Anancy said just as the man disappeared, leaving Anancy alone once more.

Harry awoke with a shear pain on his forehead, which was odd because considering he had not had any nightmares that night.

'Could Voldemort be here?' he thought to himself as he sat up in bed and placed his glasses up on his face, looking around his room expecting Voldemort to pop out of his wardrobe.

'Stop being stupid.' He said to himself.

It was not long before he realized that today was the day he would be going to the burrow. Today he would finally get to leave this horrible place. The only regret was Anancy. He just met her and now he was leaving. He had no time to see her because he had not packed yet and he knew they would be there soon. Harry quickly got out of bed and to pack all of his belongings into his trunk. He then got dressed and headed downstairs.

"Uncle Vernon." He said once he arrived in the living room.

"What is it boy?" uncle Vernon asked without glancing up from his newspaper.

"My friends will be arriving soon to take me to their house."

"Fine as long as they don't come--" he lowered his voice so that Harry could barely hear him, "-through my fire place."

"Well, I don't know how they are going to get here."

"You don't know?" uncle Vernon asked looking up from his paper to Harry. "Well how do you know if they're coming? Your lot isn't that reliable, you know?" he said chuckling to himself and returning to his paper.

"They haven't let me down yet." Harry said as he turned to go back up the stairs. Once he reached the top of the stairs Harry heard an assortment of sounds all at one. CRASH! SWISH! BANG! And a very girly scream all coming from the living room.

'They're here' he thought to himself as he headed down the hall to his room to grab his trunk and Hedwig's cage. He then hurried down the stairs were his ears met the loud yelling of uncle Vernon.

"I said not through my fire place EVER!" he screamed.

"Really sorry about that." Mr. Weasley kept repeating holding a piece of the glass vase that sat on the mantel above the fire place.

"Did you hear your uncle scream?" laughed George as he and Fred walked over to Harry to help him with his things.

"Yeah, you sure he's not a girl?" he certainly throws a tantrum like he is." Fred asked grabbing one end of Harry's trunk. They quickly returned to the fire place and left uncle Vernon in his shouts of 'EVER!'

Harry was soon engulfed in the green flames and tossed about from the fire place to fire place until he finally stopped and stared upon the burrow.

"Come on Harry, I'll help you to Percy's old room." Fred said once again helping Harry with his trunk. They continued through the burrow and up the stairs until the reached the room.

"Alright, here we are." Fred said as he opened the door leading Harry inside followed by George.

"Mum figured you could stay in here since it's been empty." George said setting Hedwig's cage on the desk.

"Percy still hasn't come around has he?" Harry asked as he and Fred set his trunk down and sat on the end.

"No, he's too proud to admit he was wrong."

"Right you are brother." George added, "But it's not as much pride as it is-- what's the word?"

"Retarded ness?" Fred offered.

"There we are. We still can't mention him around mum. She's so emotional." George said.

"Ah, when is Hermione getting here?" Harry asked changing the subject as Mrs. Weasley entered.

"She's already here dear. She's staying with Ginny in her room. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"

"No, Mrs. Weasley, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright dinner should be ready soon." Mrs. Weasley said upon her departure.

"So how have you been?" George asked once she left.

"Alright before you came I met this really amazing--" Harry caught himself off by the sight of Ginny walking past the door. He never really noticed her as anything other than Ron's sister, but just then it was as if all his previous thoughts of her were blown out the window only for the door to open with ideas filling his mind.

"An amazing what?" George asked.

"cat." Harry answered. 'A cat?' Harry though 'I'm defiantly loosing my touch. Why don't I just tell them about Anancy?'

"You met an amazing cat?" George asked.

"Did this cat do the polka?" Fred asked.

"No."

"Well hope you and this cat had a great time together." George said.

Later that night while at dinner Harry couldn't help, but glance at Ginny every chance he got. She never looked this beautiful before. Her vibrant red hair resting on her milky white shoulders, chocolate brown eyes and tender wet lips begging to be kissed.

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yes?" he responded quickly getting pulled out of his trance.

"Are you ok? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine, I just have to use the restroom." He said quickly getting up and rushing to the restroom.

"What is wrong with me? She's Ron's sister. I can't think of her like that."

"You really shouldn't talk to yourself. People might think you're crazy." Harry heard someone say from the other side of the bathroom door. He slowly opened it to reveal Ginny standing in the dark hall looking back at him.

"hey." He said not knowing what else to say.

"hey." Ginny said in return. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little stressed, you know."

"I know." Ginny responded while placing her hand on his arm and rubbing him, sending shivers down Harry's spine. "You just need to take it easy. Relax." Ginny continued caressing Harry for what seemed like an eternity to him, but was only a few seconds.

Ginny then returned her hand to her side and turned away from Harry and walked down the dark hall to join the others in the kitchen. "By the way, Harry," Ginny turned to say before she completely disappeared in the dark, "I might be Ron's sister, but that doesn't make me yours."

Please review, and be honest. I also want to thank Evy, my Egyptian princess. You know I could not do this without you (good start for the Emmy's huh?) love ya.