Chapter 8

Ginny was lying on the raggedy couch in the living room. The fireplace was lit and the room was warmer than she liked it. No one else was in the room and the door was shut.

Charlie and Arthur were at the ministry as usual, working. Fred and George were in their room concocting something new for their shop. Bill was outside trying to set the table for dinner. Hermione and Ron were off somewhere together. Harry was probably still sleeping, which he had been doing the whole time since he had arrived.

"Ginny, dear?" Molly called from the kitchen.

"Yes, Mum?" she replied, and reluctantly walked into the kitchen.

"Will you go outside and help Bill set the table? He seems to be having quite a bit of trouble."

"Yes, Mum." She smiled and grabbed a few napkins from the disorderly table and headed outside. The path was unkempt and sunflowers were popping up in her face. She just smiled and stopped to smell a few.

Bill was indeed having some trouble. Ginny had never thought it possible to have troubles setting a table, after all it's not like you are actually making the meal. Bill was shifting the plates around trying to make them all fit.

"Would you like some help?" She asked and smiled. He looked up and she could see pure frustration in his face. Then he smiled in relief.

"You know i would." His dimples always made Ginny laugh. He was without a doubt one of her favorite brothers.

"Well your doing it all wrong you know." she teased him.

"Well aren't you miss smarty."

"Yes...quite." she grinned and placed a napkin carefully at one of the places.

"You know you still look like your 10 years old, Ginny." he was looking at her intently. "You're the only one in this family who hasn't changed."

Ginny looked up and frowned. "I've changed, Bill... You just haven't noticed." She threw the napkins onto the table and stormed off.

It was the worst thing he could have said at the worst possible time. She had changed so much. Of course in a physical way but even more in a mental way. Since she had been possessed by Voldermort things had changed so much. Most of the time she was just afraid. Afraid that he would possess her again, afraid that people would judge her. No one understood that. No one understood except Harry.

Harry was flying on his broomstick, practicing she supposed. He was so fast and agile. Ginny just watched for a minute. As he saw her he jumped and almost fell off of his broom. Ginny almost laughed but suppressed it and stood, waiting for him to land.

As his feet touched the ground in front of her Ginny could plainly see the same dark circles under his eyes. Sweat was dripping down his face, his white tshirt was loose. His face was pale and he looked very sick.

"Harry, are you alright?"

He smiled a little and nodded.

"You look so sick." she said and touched his arm.

He smiled weakly, "Really, I'm fine."

She nodded, not at all convinced.

"You wanna play some quidditch?" he asked, smiling his crooked smile.

She grinned and Harry called her broom out of the house. Quick as can be her broom was seen flying out from the trees. A pair of black lacy underwear was hanging from the handle of it.

Ginny gasped and blushed.

Harry laughed. "Sorry. I swear i didn't... it was an accident."

Ginny was so red in the face she was sure she was the color of a tomatoe. "Yes, I'm sure Harry." she said sarcastically. "How do I know you didn't just want to see my underwear."

Harry's crooked smile appeared again. "Yes, i do have to admit that i wanted to see them."

She grabbed the underwear and shoved them into the pocket of her black coat. "Well... are we going to play or what?"

Harry laughed and kicked off of the ground.