Chapter 3

Harry sat down at the table beside Ginny. He felt her hand slip round his back. There was no one else in the room, except for him and Ginny. He turned round so he could see her properly. It was getting late, and soon Ron and Hermione would be coming down to the bar. Old Tom hobbled across.

"D'you want some Butterbeer?" Harry asked Ginny.

"Yes please." She replied. Old Tom hobbled back. Ginny threw her arms around Harry's neck. He hugged her, and she drew her face close. Harry leaned in. Ron entered the room with Hermione, holding hands. When he saw Harry and Ginny, he stopped, coughed and went red. Ginny pulled away, likewise Harry. Ron smiled.

"It's ok, I've got over my…" He stopped, laughed, and then carried on. "Erm, Hermione and me are, you know, involved."." Hermione looked at Ron, who looked at the ground. Both went bright red.

"I guessed, and knew," said Ginny, who laughed, "After all, when we came in yesterday, you and Hermione were so engrossed in each other you didn't hear us come in." Hermione pulled Ron over to a table where they sat down and immediately started to kiss.

"Eeough! They can't kiss!" whispered Ginny into Harry's ear.

"Yeah, well..." Harry started.

"Shhh!" Said Ginny, in her I-love-you-lots voice. Once again, her face came close, and Harry found himself lost in her.

Harry pulled the covers over himself. Man, so cold. Why does it have to be so cold? Harry shivered under his duvet. Surely they'd be going soon. Fred and George had made an appearance that night at the table, and said that the train was going tomorrow. After tea, Harry had packed his trunk, and also got Hedwig, after Fred had gone back for her. She had nibbled his ear affectionately, then gone hunting. She was now sitting in her cage going to sleep, like Harry should have been, but he couldn't. Something was wrong, and he knew it.

"Tell me where he is!" A loud, schreeching voice said from outside.

"No! Never..." Harry gasped. Ginny screamed from outside and Harry strode to the door. The man had obviously raised his wand, when Harry flung the door open and saw the scene. Ginny was being held by her neck, by a gruesome, smelly man.

"Stupefy!" Harry cried, and the man keeled backwards and his head hit the floor with a crash.

"Harry..." Was all Ginny said before collapsing into Harry's arms.

"Hey, Ginny?"

"Yup?"

"You need sleep... maybe you should get some..."

"Yeah, I'm actually really tired."

"You would be..." Ginny laughed after this comment.

"I always am." Harry smiled. She stood on her tip-toes, kissed him, and went up to her room.

"Ginny?"

"Yes?"

"Just come down if anything's wrong, ok?" She nodded and went inside her bedroom.

Harry got back into bed. He was still cold, but not as cold. Hesnuggled down, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. No! Homework! Harry groaned, and unwillingly got out a piece of parchment, his quill, and began scratching away.

The life of Wendolin the Weird he wrote, then settled down to a essay, of two parchment rolls.

Harry was awoken by a loud knock on the door. He pulled himself out of bed, packed his trunk and started dragging it towards the door. Harry opened the door, and Dumbledore came in.

"Harry, we will be setting off for King's cross at about 10:50..." He was interrupted by Harry...

"Erm, 10 minutes to get there?"

"Harry, disapparation."

"Ok... but sir, I'm just really hungry..."

"Well, Harry, you can go downstairs and eat. You have one hour to eat as much as you like."

Harry walked out of the door, and went downstairs, Dumbledore following with the trunk, with a hover charm lifting it. He raced into a seat next to Hermione, and ravenously attacked some bacon, egg and sausages. Ginny came in and slid into the seatnext to him, and also began attacking her breakfast. Dumbledore followed, with her trunk. There was quite a pile of trunks and pets by the door, and Tom came hobbling over. He took away their plates, and Fred and George came racing in.

"Guess what?" Said Fred,

"We're nearly millionaires!" Said Ginny sarcastically.

"Actually, you be right!" Said George, "No, not really, but Mum just walked in as if she'd just woken up from a massive sleep, and we don't know what has happened to her, but she seems to keep garbling on about nothing, you know." Ron looked so much happier than he had done in the past few days, in fact, according to harry, a flicker of a smile was seen on his face, before Dumbledore interrupted him, saying,

"Mr Weasley, we had better go to our train station. Harry and Ron, and Ginny, please accompany me, and then please Hermione, and the trunks and pets, please accompany Fred and George. At once the trunks divided them selves among them and they all set off for King's Cross via disaparation.

Harry sat back in his seat, with Hedwig next to him. None of the public had seemed to notice a bunch of people and trunks and animals appear out of nowhere. And Hermione and Ron were now both in the prefect's cabin. Suddenly, a letter floated through the window, delivered by a school owl. Harry opened it, and out fell his list of books, (he had had to borrow Ron's) a Quidditch captain badge, and what was more, a Head Boy badge.Harry felt a surge of pride flow through his body, as he pinned the badge to his robes and set off for the Head boy's cabin.