-1Ginny Weasley was sitting by her window, drumming her fingers impatiently against its sill. She was anticipating a fresh letter from Harry, and had been staring dreamily out of her bedroom window, searching for any sign of Hedwig, since she had hastily wolfed down her mother's delicious breakfast earlier that morning.

After Ginny's original letter had been retrieved successfully by Harry, the two had been exchanging letters nearly everyday. Ginny always wrote about life at the Burrow, and funny day to day instances that occurred in her hectic house. Most of these stories involved Ron and Hermione's petty, nonsense arguments. The two teens had become so incredibly annoying that Ginny couldn't stand being around either of them for too long, even if they weren't gracing each other with their presence. Hermione would always end up complaining about Ron's 'Childish' antics, and Ron always had something to say about Hermione being quite the 'Know it All'. As of this summer, the only person Ginny had for company was Harry. Not that she minded of course; in fact she actually preferred things the way they were playing out to be this summer. Although Harry was most certainly going through a rough time, a long with everyone else that is; everything seemed too close to perfect for Ginny.

All of her letters were sweet and funny, and Ginny knew that they would sound horrendously stupid if anyone else bothered to read them. But for once in her life she didn't care. It no longer mattered what Ron, Hermione, her parents, or any other of Ginny's brothers thought. As long as the letters brought even the slightest amount of joy to Harry, she would continue to write them. For Ginny knew, she knew that this wasn't some silly school-girl crush anymore, she had truly fallen in love with Harry Potter. And as long as he was able to see the light and be happy, she would be too.

Ginny's pleasant daydream was all too soon cut off, however, by a soft tap on her closed door.

"Come in." She said lazily, know that it was either Hermione or one of her many brothers that had come to talk to her. Sure enough, less than thirty seconds later, Ron slouched through the door and plopped himself down on Ginny's bed with a audible 'Plunk'.

"Hey, Ginny? Can I ask you a question?" Ron asked, looking slightly nervous, but confident to say what he needed to all the same.

"Sure Ron, you know you can always ask me anything."

"Erm, okay…"

Ginny gave her youngest brother a questioning look, clearly telling him to carry on quickly.

"Ginny would you please tell me what's going on with you and Harry? I mean, he's been writing to you all bloody summer, but has barely written two words to Hermione and I! We are his best friends you know." Ron said, quickly regaining the confidence he had seemed to have lost moments ago.

"Well Ron, I suspect Harry is writing to me because I listen to him."

"Hermione and I would listen to him, if he gave us the opportunity to!" Ron exclaimed, his ears were now starting to glow red, the classic Weasley Warning sign.

"No Ron, you that's where your wrong. You don't listen to Harry. Your too caught up in Hermione, to truly listen. If you stopped biting each others heads off for two seconds, you may realize that there are more important things going on here at the moment, that certainly don't revolve around you and Hermione's love life…or rather, lack there of!" Ginny said, firing up at once. Her brother was starting to get all too annoying.

After Ginny's little speech, Ron sat staring blankly at the her desk in front of him, clearly stunned, confused, and angry. He suddenly rose from his seat on Ginny's bed and looked as if he was prepared to retaliate.

"What do you two write about anyways?" He sneered, obviously trying to cover for his lack of good come-backs.

"That's none of your concern, and if you want to know what we talk about why don't you write to Harry yourself!" Ginny replied, coldly.

Ron sighed in frustration, and huffed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Ginny thought this was a rather wise idea, if Ron had kept that up he could very well expect to be the next victim of one of Ginny's infamous Bat-Bogey Hexes.

Ginny groaned inwardly; how much longer would she have to wait for Harry's next letter? Deciding that she could remain no longer in her decimal room, Ginny got up and headed downstairs and towards the pond. When she reached her destination, she immediately went and climbed Her Special Tree. After a while, she began to notice how extremely hot the sun was becoming, and after about an hour of sitting in the excruciating heat, decided to take a swim. As she waded into the water, Ginny noticed how cool and refreshing the water was, and soon began to question why she hadn't thought of this earlier. She swam a few laps across the pond, and about two hours later, heaved herself out of the water and conjured a towel with her wand, to dry herself with. Returning to her spot, Ginny was soon deep in thought, before she noticed a tiny white spot hovering towards her. Leaping down, she stuck out her arm as the owl approached, and untied the letter off of Hedwig's foot. The Snowy-White bird proceeded to soar to the Burrow, most likely to take a quick rest, knowing from experience that Ginny would soon have a new letter for her to take home. Meanwhile, Ginny was carefully opening the envelope and pulling two folded pieces of parchment out. She un-folded the first one, know that it was Harry's new letter.

Dear Gin,

How are you? Hopefully the 'Love Birds' haven't driven you into insanity yet…

I enjoyed you last letter greatly, and it was quite funny to read actually. I can't believe you planning on chucking Ron and Hermione into the nearest Broom Closet, and not letting them out until they confess their feelings for one another. I can't believe I never thought of that! You'll have to wait until I arrive to carry on with your brilliant plan though because I want to be in on it as well.

I'm sorry this letter is so short, but hopefully I'll be seeing you soon.

Your friend,

Harry Potter

When she finished the reading the letter, Ginny was slightly uneasy. Harry's letter may have looked normal to anyone else, but she had grown to know him better over the past few weeks. To her, it was clear that something was wrong, his letter had been short and sweet, compared to his usual letters. The one thing Ginny really couldn't understand, was why Harry was acting like this. Had she done or said something to upset him? As she thought back Ginny couldn't think of anything that would have made Harry angry, which only seemed to deepen her concern.

Ginny remembered the other piece of parchment in her hands; all her previous questions were soon answered with one quick glance at the Parchment. One the sheet was Harry and Ginny's game of Hangman, as she looked over what should have been remaining blank spaces Ginny got a slight surprise. It seemed as though Harry had already figured out her message.

IM / HERE / TO / TALK / WHEN / YOU / NEED / ME

Is what Ginny read in Harry's sloppy scrawl. As she glanced over the rest of the parchment, Ginny took a slight intake of breath when she noticed a small note in the bottom right-hand corner, left by Harry.

'Ginny, I'm ready, and I need you.'

Was all it read.

Without thinking through things properly, Ginny abruptly stood and began preparing herself to leave. A few seconds later she stopped and realized a big problem she had foreseen. She was certain that she was going to go see Harry face to face, he was ready to open up to her, and she wasn't going to have him do it through a letter. The only problem with that, was Ginny had no way of getting there…

She wasn't old enough to apparate, and she couldn't even think of apparating half-way across the Country, so that defiantly wasn't an option. She thought about flooing to Harry's neighbor, Ms. Figg or something, but Ginny knew that it wouldn't be possible for her to sneak downstairs and use the fire without anyone in her family noticing. She wouldn't be able to ask Charlie for help because he was in Romania. Percy obviously wasn't a choice, and even if he was still part of the family, he wouldn't approve of Ginny going to visit Harry anyways.

Ginny was beginning to get frustrated, Harry needed her right now and she couldn't figure out how to get to him… She frantically tried to think of someway, some person that could help her, but no one came to mind, she could ask Bill to side along-apparate with her, but he had never been to Harry's aunt and uncle's house, so even that wasn't a possibility. What she really needed was someone that had been to the house before, and would be willing to go again without over-reacting.

Finally, two people came to Ginny's mind; Fred and George.