Chapter 2
Harry awoke late the next morning. Ron was still asleep. Harry got up and dressed. Then he went downstairs to see if Mrs. Weasely had finished making breakfast yet.
Harry entered the living room and found Hermione and Ginny deep in conversation. The paused and looked up at him when he entered the room. Harry had the strange feeling that they had been talking about him. He looked at Hermione questioningly, but she shook her head nonverbally telling him not to ask what they had been talking about.
"Good morning Harry. Ron still asleep?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded and sat down next to her. He glanced at Ginny and once again she was avoiding looking at him. "I am going to see if your mother wants any help with breakfast." Hermione exchanged a glance with Ginny as she said this.
"I'll come with you." Ginny said. Hermione shook her head at Ginny and then tilted her head in Harry's direction. Ginny sighed as Hermione walked out of the room.
"Hi." Harry said plainly. At first Harry thought she would ignore him completely, but she finally looked at him.
"Ginny, come in here and help me with breakfast!" Mrs. Weasely called from the kitchen. Much to Harry's displeasure Ginny got up with out saying anything and went into the kitchen.
The day passed slowly. Harry helped Ron, Fred and George degnome the yard. Then they all played a game of quidditch. Harry had hoped Ginny would join them but she made excuses to avoid Harry all day.
Everyone gathered in the living room after dinner. Mrs. Weasely was knitting, Mr. Weasely was reading the newspaper, and Fred and George were talking about the joke shop in the corner of the room. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the floor talking. Ginny sat near Hermione as far away from Harry as possible. It annoyed Harry how the two girls continuously exchanged glances.
"…. And Katie Bell won't be at Hogwarts this year so you'll need a new chaser. We've got to take the cup at the end of the year…..Harry are you even listening to me?" Ron had spent the past half hour helping Harry develop new quidditch tactics, but Harry had become distracted watching Ginny. She was so beautiful even when she was angry.
"Ginny…" Harry finally said quietly. She looked at him. There was now trace of a smile on her face though she wasn't glaring at him. "Please don't be angry with me. I can't stand it when we aren't talking."
"What makes you think it has anything to do with you?" Ginny said rather loudly. Mrs. Weasely, Mr. Weasely, Fred and George all looked at her.
"I just thought…" Harry tried to say.
"You think I'm emotionally unstable don't you? You think I'm so heartbroken that I can't talk to you don't you? Believe me I have moved on! I can't believe I ever liked you! You're the most arrogant git I have ever met. Malfoy is right you are…." Harry didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. Her words stabbed at him like hundreds of knives.
"I am sorry you feel that way, you're wrong though. That's not at all what I was thinking!" Harry said with a scowl. He stood up and headed toward the stairs.
"What were you thinking then?" Ginny muttered.
"Why would you care?" Harry grimaced. Then he headed upstairs to Ron's room.
"What was that all about?" Harry heard Mrs. Weasely say.
"Ginny, how could you say that? You have no idea what he's going through! Why couldn't you just hear him out?" Ron ignored his mother's question and had begun yelling at his younger sister.
Harry walked into Ron's room and closed the door loudly behind him trying to block out the yells from bellow. He walked over to the bed Mrs. Weasely had prepared for him and laid down. Suddenly Ron's closet door flew open.
"Hello Potter!" A cold voice whispered. A cloaked figure began to emerge from the depths of Ron's closet. Harry pulled his wand out of the pocket of his jeans. He recognized the voice. It belonged to Lord Voldemort.