Author notes:

Aaaaaaaaah! Nobody has reviewed! I thought at first it was simply because nobody had read my story yet but than I saw it had 10 hits! 10 people who saw it but didn't even bother saying what they thought of it! Whaaaaaaaaaaa! --tears hair out in frustration--

Alright, alright, I'm probably being too impatient again, sigh, oh well here is a new chapter, maybe this will get a response...

3. Family and friends

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Ginny sneaked past the hallway, trying not to make any sound. They still hadn't managed to take off the portrait of Sirius' mother and they were thinking of simply destroying the entire wall she was hanging at. The order members were all rather uptight these days and Mrs Black sudden screams in the middle of the night (or any other part of the day for that matter) weren't helping.

Ginny tiptoed up the stairs and peaked around the corner.

Mrs Weasley was standing guard in front of Harry's door, as expected.

There was a sudden loud crash from one of the other room followed by a high girlish scream and loud cursing. Ginny grinned when her mother jumped up and stormed inside her brothers' room.

"What's going on! What are you lot doing now! I told you to be quiet! Why is there a giant pink spider in you room? "

Ginny tuned out her mother's screeching and quickly sprinted to Harry's door, not stopping until she was save inside.

"Harry?" She asked breathlessly.

It had only been a few hours since professor Dumbledore had appeared in the kitchen with an unresponsive Harry in his arms. His eyes had been open but he hadn't seem to notice anything and his eyes had been a creepy milky-gray color, Ginny couldn't remember ever seeing something as scary as that.

After the shock had worn of Mrs Weasley had ordered "the kids" to go upstairs, of course they had all refused and managed to stay long enough to see that Harry was obviously in terrible pain. He had writhed on the floor as if suffering from the cruciatus curse.

Nobody had told them what had happened and Mrs Weasley had forbidden them to see Harry, claiming he needed his rest. But Ginny wasn't a Weasley for nothing.

After the scene in the kitchen and her mother's obvious concern, Ginny had half expected Harry to look terrible or at the very least be unconscious, but Harry was sitting happily in his bed, petting Hedwig and apart from some bags under his eyes he looked fine.

"Hey Gin," he greeted her, giving her that special 'Harry-smile' that used to make her go wonky in the knees, "I was wondering when someone would finally visit me..."

He was cut off when Ginny all but squealed and pounced on Harry, earning her a disgruntled look from Hedwig who was pushed aside rather roughly.

"You're awake! They told us you were still sleeping and needed your rest and we shouldn't bother you and so on, and all this time you were awake!"

Ginny sat back and frowned at Harry, "What is going on anyway? You look like you haven't slept in days, or eaten for that matter." It was true, Harry had lost a lot of weight in those few days he had been at the Dursley's.

"I wish I knew what is going on," Harry sighed, "I think I might be losing my mind."

She frowned worriedly at him, "what do you mean?"

Harry shrugged and avoided her eyes, he plucked at the blanket until Hedwig nudged his hands and he started patting her again, causing her to croon happily. Ginny put her hands on her hips and adopted the famous Mrs Weasley glare, the one that always made her brothers quiver in fear.

"You were in pain, we all saw it, so something is obviously wrong." Than she paused as she realized something, "or is this one of those things you can only discuss with Ron and Hermione? Just because I don't quite know you as good as they do, doesn't mean you can't tell me anything, I thought you saw me as a friend. Or am I to young to join the 'golden trio'?" She wished that last part hadn't come out that bitterly, she didn't want him to think she was jealous, 'cause she wasn't, not really.

He blinked surprised at her, "No! It isn't like that at all!" He protested, "I just don't know..." he paused and cocked his head, "did you hear that?"

Ginny narrowed her eyes, she was pretty sure he only said that to distract her and was about to yell at him when the door opened and professor Dumbledore stepped in. His eyes started to twinkle when he saw her, "ah, miss Weasley, I should have known you would be here after you most adamant protests about leaving Mr Potter alone."

Ginny blushed as she remembered how she had carried on, shouting and stamp footing, in front of him and the other Order members. She cringed when she saw who professor Dumbledore followed. "Ginevra Julia Weasley! I thought I told you to let him rest!" Her mother fumed at her before turning to Dumbledore, "I'm so sorry for this headmaster, I don't know what came over her, disturbing Harry like this."

"Now now, Molly, I'm certain she meant well. Friendships are the most important things after all, especially in times like these." Mrs Weasley huffed and shot another dark look at Ginny but than she looked at Harry and her eyes softened. "Are you alright, dear? Can I get you anything? I have some nice chickensoup." She said all of this in a soft soothing voice, as if Harry was about to fall apart or would have a breakdown if you talked to loud. Ginny fervently wished she wouldn't and was pretty sure Harry hated it as well.

But than Mrs Weasley gasped as if suddenly noticing something, she stared in shock at Harry. "Albus, is that...? But how?" Quizzically Ginny looked at Harry as well but she didn't see anything odd. Professor Dumbledore didn't give her mother an answer and instead ushered her and Ginny gently but firmly out of the room.

"I'm certain Harry will love some of you wonderfully chickensoup once we are finished talking, in fact, I wouldn't mind a nice cup of soup myself." With that he closed the door and left Ginny alone with her irate mother.

She braced herself for a lecture but her mother surprised her by talking calmly.

"Ginny dear, I realize you were worried about Harry, but I really must ask you to listen to me next time, we did have our reasons to keep you out of Harry's room." She said sternly.

"Like what, mum?" Ginny broke in angrily, "what could possibly be your reason to keep us away from Harry? He was in terrible pain and than you whisked him away to some room and nobody told us anything! And you were all whispering and looking like someone was about to die and..." she broke off when she felt frustrated tears threatening to spill. "We are his friends! No, we are his family! Did you really expect me to sit back and wait until you deem us worthy enough to gives us some information, while Harry might be..." Angrily she wiped at her tears, she hadn't meant to cry! Now her mother would just see her as some emotional little girl and not take her seriously.

"Oh Ginny," Mrs Weasley whispered, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..." She steeped forward and engulfed Ginny in a hug.

"I just..." The girl sniffled against her mothers chest, "I'm just scared after what happened to S-Sirius."

"I know, I'm scared as well."