disclaimer: you know by now... harry, ginny, and everyone else AREN'T mine. pssh. i know, it sucks.

Chapter 4- Girl Troubles

The kiss surpassed affection on so many levels. It was pure love. Sharing one breath and feeling the beating of each other's hearts. Harry's hand reached Ginny's cheek and he slowly caressed it. It was soft as a dove's feathers and her lips were too lush, too rich. It slowed down time yet sped it up. It seemed to end too soon, and as they separated the world shifted back into place. Ron gave a little nudge of his head that Harry remembered to mean 'If you have to'. At that moment, Harry didn't have a care in the world.

It all seemed right then. Another battle now fought in Harry's head as he and Cedric watched this memory. I Ginny will be safe though. I love her. I love Ginny. Ginny loves me. Oh, aren't we all one big happy family. No, seriously Harry, is Ginny really happy now? No. I love her more than ever. I wish I could kiss her now and feel her lips. Gentle. I remember now. I can feel it again for real. The kiss was gentle like Ginny, but so tender is felt like fire—shimmering—not burning. Like her red hair. Her smile. That I made vanish. Great, Harry, great. I put business over love.

Harry hadn't realized it, but he was now back at the Dursleys and Cedric gone. Just like that. He wondered what Dumbledore had been thinking, having Cedric, of all people, show him that memory. It didn't seem right, and even though it was summertime back at the Dursleys, the most feverish place on earth, Harry felt cold and disappointed. He felt like his heart had been touched with cold water. He sat down on his bed and the weight of the world seemed to be on his back.

This is so much worse than seeing old Voldemort.

Pulling up the covers, Harry tried to fall back asleep, but he just couldn't. There was too much on his mind… mostly Ginny.

I wish Cedric could have explained the whole purpose of that memory. I mean, come on…

Why did Dumbledore choose Cedric? He's not like my best friend or anything.

"I wonder who'll be next—Nearly Headless Nick," Harry laughed to himself but hadn't realized who just walked (or more like floated) through the window.

"Harry, my own godson, calling me headless! An outrage! Harry you have obviously changed," said the ghost laughing merrily.

"Sirius!" Harry jumped from his bed and ran over to give Sirius a hug. Not until he felt ice up his sleeves did he remember it was only a ghost. Looking up at the laughing, long-haired ghost, Harry smiled. Sirius was still as handsome as ever.

"Sirius, I am so glad to see you… even if it is just your apparition! I feel so worried!" Harry said after the two men shared a look at each other

"Girl troubles Harry? Yes, Dumbledore told me about your problems. I thought you'd be a playa like James at your age, but I guess Ginny is too beautiful for you."

Harry frowned when Sirius mentioned "Girl Troubles", and then became more depressed when he mentioned Ginny's name. Changing the subject, Harry asked, "What exactly happened to you at the ministry in that—that veil? I have been wondering forever!"

"Well Harry, let's just say I was in there forever. Literally. I'll even have to return there after I do my whole "shpiel". Harry, as much as I'd like to talk about guy stuff, I have to follow Dumbledore's orders. He knows what he's doing. So, let's be off before we waste more time!"

Sirius grabbed Harry's hand and once again Harry went zooming off into a piece of mind that isn't quite peaceful, and he was feeling a little bit better, having his godfather right beside him.

authors note: yep, thats it. pretty short, but i think sirius deserves a chapter for himself, dont you?

AND NO MORE CHAPTERS UNTIL PEOPLE START REVIEWING! I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE TO DO THIS!