The next few days glided by with reasonable ease. Harry's mood seemed to brighten and conversation was filled with laughter. How wonderful it was to be with his best friends and Ginny. He always rather enjoyed staying at the burrow.

It was mid afternoon, when Harry was sitting in Ron's room finally thinking about the events which had unfolded before his own eyes only weeks before. He had left the school grounds with Dumbledore, in search of a horcrux, in which Voldemort had placed a fraction of his soul. …but it had not been a horcrux that we had found. Instead it was a fake and the only clue he had was a note from someone called "R.A.B." Who is R.A.B? Did even Dumbledore know? Dumbledore! Slight panic shot through Harry. He had completely forgotten to tell Dumbledore about the letter. He had been in retched condition at the time Harry had found it. How could I have been so stupid? Harry asked himself incredulously.

There was a soft knock at the door and a young female's voice called in. "Harry?" Ginny came in. "Hello, Harry. I saw that Ron and Hermione were both downstairs, so I came to check on you," she said cheerfully.

"Oh, well, I'm fine. Thanks," he said dazedly.

"Harry, what's the matter?" she asked taking note of his lack of spirit.

"Nothing, Ginny. I've just started-er… thinking about things, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, I do, trust me," She said sympathetically. "But don't trouble yourself just yet because in a few days we'll be in the new headquarters for the order and there won't be any more fun and games."

"I need to see Dumbledore."

"Don't worry, we'll see him really soon."

"No, I need to see Dumbledore—now."

Ginny sat next to Harry and took his hand. "You know very well that we cannot reach him again until he secures the Order's new establishment. Now, Harry, why don't we go for a walk?"

"I dunno, Ginny. I just—"

"Come along," she said and lead him out of the room.

Her hands always felt wonderful to Harry. Hers were so warm and small while his own were large and cold. He loved everything about her. He loved the way she walked and the way her face lit up when she smiled. He loved the way she spoke and the way her hair flowed behind her. She was so perfect. Don't let me ruin her. Harry thought. Don't let me ever ruin her.

After walking down a flowery path for a short while in silence, Ginny spoke up. "Harry, what is it?"

"It's nothing important."

"Don't you dare give me that rubbish. I know that something is on your mind, Harry, I know you."

"I need to talk to Dumbledore," He said. Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but just as soon stopped herself.

"I need to talk to Dumbledore and show him a note that I found on that day we left Hogwarts."

"The day of the catastrophe…"

"But I can't speak with Dumbledore because no one will tell me where the bloody hell he is—."

"No one knows where he is, Harry—."

"And I really need to talk to Sirius, but I can't see him either."

"Harry, I am sure that it will be just fine if you show him the note, when we next see him. It's not going to evaporate."

"Yes, but you see, it isn't just about the note. I haven't heard a single thing about what's been going on with Voldemort. I need to know these things, Ginny; you know all that's happened this past year."

" I know," she said looking up at him."

"These things were so much easier when Sirius was around."

"I know you miss him an awful lot."

"I do," said Harry into the breeze.

"None of these things are in our control. We just have to wait until we can do something, but right now we can't. Harry, I know this is hard for you. Believe me. It's difficult for me too."

She kissed him on the cheek and started back. He stared at the never ending hills for a moment and then turned and gazed at the beautiful girl walking away. He followed her home.

When they returned to the burrow, Mrs. Weasley was making dinner, Ron was playing chess with Bill, who had presumably just arrived home, and Hermione was reading a book, while Crookshanks was snug in her lap.

"Harry, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Where have you two been? It's almost time for supper. Now come into the kitchen and get yourselves washed up."

"Yes, mum," answered Ginny, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Harry looked around at his occupied friends and suddenly felt very alone. He needed someone who could help him. Perhaps he could talk to Mr. Weasley.

He found Mr. Weasley upstairs in his bedroom. "Mr. Weasley," Harry called, "Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Harry, my boy," Mr. Weasley said. "What can I do for you?"

"Well… I was just wondering….erm…"

"Well, go on, son"

"Yeah, right…erm… you see. I was wondering when I could next speak with Dumbledore. There's sort of something I need to tell him"

"What sort of thing, Harry?"

"Mr. Weasley, do the initials R.A.B. mean anything to you?"

"No, I don't suppose they do. I'm sorry. Why do you ask?"

"I don't suppose you have... Well, sorry to bother you. We'd better go to supper."

"Are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," Harry said and headed down the stairs.