Harry's eyes closed as he tried to stop the pain in his scar from making his head explode.

From far away, above Harry's head, he heard a high, cold voice say, 'Kill the spare.'

A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words into the night: 'Avada Kedavra!'

Harry, come on! Open your eyes; look at me!

Harry was drenched in cold sweat, and he gasped as he opened his eyes, and realization hit him as he remembered where he was. "Harry, you were thrashing about, I heard you from my room next door."

Harry looked at the wonderful voice talking to him. He could listen to it all night. Wait, that's Ginny. "Ginny, what…just a dream…don't worry about it."

"Nice try Harry, I know a true nightmare when I see one. Was it about You-Know-Who?"

Harry couldn't help but answer truthfully, her voice made him feel calm. "Yea, it was. And Ginny, just say his name…it is just a name."

"You're right…What did—"Ginny tightened up"—Voldemort do in the dream?"

"What did he do? He was in it…isn't that enough?" Harry asked. Harry instantly felt bad for his tone.

Ginny looked taken aback. "Of course you're right…but if you don't want to talk about it just say that, you don't have to snap at me." Ginny had older brothers; she knew how the mind works.

Harry looked into her brown eyes, and though it was dark he knew she was anxious to hear. He sighed, "Well, you've heard about his return obviously, but you never heard the whole story." Harry sighed again, and he began to tell her how it happened. Some time during his explanation he began to shiver, partly because of his cold sweat, and also out of the terror of it. When he finished, he found Ginny was holding his hand tightly.

"I had no idea it was that horrible. Oh merlin, Harry. I'm so sorry."

"You have no reason to be…you should get back to bed now." Harry didn't want her to go, but he needed to sort this out.

Ginny silently nodded and stood to leave. When she reached the door she heard Harry's voice, "Thank you Ginny….this has surprisingly helped a lot." She just nodded again and left.

Harry woke up early the next morning, and thought he would go for a run to strengthen himself. If he was to ever face Voldemort again, which he knew he would, he would need to be ready, both magically and physically.

When he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw Ginny staring sleepily at her empty plate on the kitchen table. "Wow, that looks tasty," Harry said, "Can I have some?"

She looked up startled at someone being up at the early hour, and then she smiled. "Sure, catch." She pretended to scoop some food off of her plate and throw it at Harry. He pretended to catch the food and threw it back at her. In midair, the pretend food turned into eggs and splattered in Ginny's face.

"Oh gosh, Ginny I'm so sorry," Harry lifted his hand pointing at the eggs and suddenly they disappeared. "What just happened, Gin?"

"I have no idea., that was rea…did you just call me Gin?

"Oh, erm, sorry, I didn't think; I just said that."

"No, its ok…you've just never called me that before…"

Harry laughed, "Well we've never had enough of a conversation to allow me to call you anything really…" Suddenly Harry tensed up. "Oh no, Ginny, did I just do magic? I'm underage!"

"Don't worry about it, they won't know it's you. The ministry can't pin magic on any one person; they just know the general area…they'll think Mum just made some eggs or something."

"That explains why I got a letter when Dobby did magic at the Dursleys'." Harry saw Ginny's confused expression, so he told her all about Dobby in his second year. She laughed at the story, and Harry's stomach flipped.

"You know, I was going to go for a run, but how bout we play some quiditch?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Sure, I never got to be the dodger yesterday, so you can throw stuff at me again," she joked.

"What are you doing up so early, Gin? I always thought you slept in." Harry wondered if it had something to do with his nightmare,

"You've been watching my sleep pattern…Harry, I'm surprised at you." She broke into fits of laughter when she saw his shocked face.

"Let's just go play," Harry inwardly loved her laugh, and he would gladly be made fun of to hear her laugh.

They walked out into the morning light. It was just past dawn, and the sun's rays beat down peacefully upon them. Harry went to the shed and grabbed his Firebolt and Ginny's broomstick, and he gave her it. They took off together, Harry's worries of the nightmare left on the grassy hill below him. He looked over at Ginny, and once again caught himself thinking she was pretty.

Ginny took only a quaffle in the air with them, and they began passing it back and forth getting warmed up. Then she threw it harder and harder until Harry had to let it pass him and fly after it. They were both laughing, but Harry couldn't be outdone by a girl, even if her hair and face were distracting him.

Harry wound up and threw the ball, only to watch in horror as it flew so quickly that Ginny didn't even see it coming. The ball was such a blur; even the best chaser couldn't throw a quaffle that fast. The ball seemed to hit her the second he released it, and he watched as she flew off her broom and sailed toward the ground.

With his seeker expertise he dove quicky and caught her before she smacked into the ground, and he pulled up. She seemed unharmed, amazingly. "oh my….Ginny are you ok? I'm so sorry, Gin, I never meant to hurt you."

Ginny smiled at him but said quickly, "Could you get my broom before," CRACK! Ginny looked in terror as her broom broke into a hundred pieces on the ground below. Harry's mind was racing…he had a beautiful girl in his arms, who was probably about to kill him.

Harry flew down near the ground, still holding Ginny unnecessarily with one arm. She let him hold her, though. He landed softly and looked into her chocolate browns…she seemed to be smiling. "Ginny I'm so sorry, are you hurt?"

"Amazingly, Harry, all that speeding quaffle did was knock me off my broom, you must have made it magically speed up and put a softening charm on it. You know Harry, just because I told you that you can get away with magic, you shouldn't go using it. Where is your wand anyway?"

"I…don't have my wand. It's upstairs, in Percy's room." Harry was starting to get scared. "I haven't done accidental magic since I blew up my aunt. What is wrong?"

"You did what? Another time, for now, we need to figure out what's wrong with you. Hmm," she said, looking him up and down, "you seem perfect to…that is, perfectly fine…to me…" Ginny was afraid her shyness was coming back after being so close to Harry on his broom.

"I, er, know what you meant. I need to get you a new broom though. I am such a moron…how can you still want…to talk to…me?" Harry was getting distracted by her appearance again when he suddenly felt his scar burst into pain.

Ginny watched in terror as Harry bent over, hand on his hand, and rolled to the ground where he started shaking. She dropped to her knees quickly and put her hand on his shoulder. The pain immediately left Harry's scar, but he was still in shock like when one first jumps into freezing cold water.

Harry rolled over on his back and looked up into Ginny's eyes. He could get lost in them. He settled down, but was still breathing heavily when he stuttered, "Thank you again Ginny, that's the second time you've saved me in just a few hours."

"I never saved you Harry; I'm just here to help you. Besides, I didn't do anything, it just stopped." Ginny looked into Harry's eyes…she could get lost in those eyes.

Harry sat up on his elbows closing some of the distance between his and Ginny's face. He was still looking into her eyes. They began to close the gap between their faces when they both came to their senses. Harry rolled over and pushed himself up just as Ginny pushed herself up.

Ginny broke the tension by saying, "Besides me not saving you, you saved me on your broomstick just barely, and…I've never properly thanked you, but you saved me from the most evil thing to walk this earth…so Harry, thank you, thank you so much."

Harry felt his head get hot, he didn't like attention like that, but he knew she needed to say it, so he let her finish before saying, "Nothing you wouldn't have done, Gin. There's no doubt in my mind."

They again became locked in each others when they heard the door open and Ron some running out. "Why didn't you wake me up?" he yelled from the door.

Harry and Ginny broke their gaze to look at Ron coming. They looked back at each other and knew exactly what the other was thinking. "Ron, we did try to wake you up…we were screaming for nearly ten minutes, but you were too stubborn to wake up." Harry had started it and Ginny moved in for the kill.

"Then I got some water and dumped it over your body…you still didn't wake up. Aren't you wondering why you're wet?" Ginny expected Ron to look down at his pajamas and get angry he had fell for such a simple prank. However, as Ron looked down, he saw he was completely soaked though to his skin.

Harry tore his admiring gaze away from Ginny when he saw where she was going with the joke, and he pointed at Ron's pajamas to add emphasis to her story. Suddenly, as Ron looked down at his pajamas, they were completely drenched. Harry gasped when he realized he must've done more magic.

Ron didn't think it was magic; no, he thought it was Ginny. He looked in shock at his wet pajamas, and said, "How could I have not felt this before?"

Ginny looked over at Harry as if trying to scold him, but then she burst out laughing again. She was surprised to see him doing magic…I don't know how he can be doing magic without his wand. Accidental magic only works when a witch or wizard gathers hidden magic and a strong emotion let it out in some way. He couldn't have that much hidden magic…he must be doing real magic accidentally…and without a wand. It dawned on her. This is the early stage of wandless magic. Ginny only knew of a few wizards that could do wandless magic.

"Dumbledore and V…Voldemort are the only two in this century that can do it, Harry. Until now…now you are, too." Ginny was trying to explain her thoughts to Harry. They were alone eating lunch while Ron was using the bathroom.

"Listen Gin, there's no special magic talent in me. I've just been lucky so far. The Priori Incantatem, my mother's protection, other peoples' guidance…none of it is me…" he finished lamely. Besides, you said I was doing wandless magic accidentally…itsn't that just accidental magic?"

"No, Harry," she adapted a voice like she were talking to a four year- old. "Accidental magic wouldn't have conjured and egg out of no where…and it certainly wouldn't soften a quaffle, or even drench someone in water. Now tell me about blowing up your aunt!" She finished, making her statement final and allowing no room for Harry to argue.

Harry saw the issue was over, and even began to wonder if she were right. However, the desire to hear her laugh came back, so he told her the story. When he finished, Ginny was giggling like mad, but not the annoying girl giggle most girls have. No, this was music to Harry's ears. Ron came out asking what was so funny, so they told him, starting up a whole new round of laughter.

Harry decided his scar bursting in pain like it had should be told to Dumbledore. Harry wrote his letter, not even leaving out the part where Ginny's touch ended the pain. Harry wanted to know what was going on. Hedwig took off to go north. When Harry walked back inside he saw Sirius emerge from the flames and Fred and George hide behind the kitchen table screaming for Harry to get out.

Harry laughed, realizing no one had bothered to tell them Sirius was innocent. They had no t seen him when they first got home because they barricaded themselves in their room, no doubt putting their new 1000 galleons to use.

Harry went up and hugged his godfather. The twins screamed at Harry's insanity. Both Harry and Sirius were laughing now. They thought the joke had gone on long enough so they told the twins to shut up. Harry gave them the run down of his third year and Sirius' acceptance into the fold since Voldemort's return.

They still looked skeptical, but that soon changed when they got into a discussion about the Marauder's map. The twins bowed down to one of the creators of the marvelous map. Sirius laughed again, causing Harry to feel happy.

Harry walked outside onto the front porch and heard the door open behind him. Harry turned around expecting Sirius but saw Ginny instead. Harry cleared his throat nervously, and then was surprised at his nervousness. "Hey Gin," Harry's voice cracked and he blushed.

Ginny snickered a little, "Well, looks like your voice is changing with your magic and body…height, I mean, body height."

"Oh, you're checking out my body are you? Besides you are changing as well." Harry instantly felt awkward as he said that.

Ginny saved the conversation when she didn't like where it was going. "How 'bout we go play some Quid…oh, I guess I need a broom to play, huh?"

"Oh crap, Gin, I'm so sorry. Let's go to Diagon Alley and get you a broom." Harry looked sincerely sorry.

"No, you are not going to get me a broom, I'll just use on of my brother's…old ones." Ginny sighed at the thought of having to borrow a broom all the time.

Harry suddenly got an idea, "Okay, that's fine I guess."

They went inside to eat dinner, and Sirius began telling the story of when they first found out Moony's secret. Then he told them about their animagus transformations. Harry talked with Sirius separately before saying he had to go to bed.

The next morning, Harry woke up early again and went downstairs. The flames erupted as Sirius stepped out carrying a package.

Ginny woke up early again wondering why she was getting up so early. She silently crept downstairs not wanting to wake anyone up. She walked down the stairs and looked over to find Harry standing next to a large box; a box that was shaped an awful lot like a broom. Harry whirled around to see Ginny standing openmouthed at the box.

He quickly pushed it behind his back, and then he brought it out handing it to her. "Erm, Sirius wanted to give this to you when he heard…about the incident." He smiled hoping she would buy his story.

She smiled at him, and shook her head, "I can't take this from you Harry. It wasn't your fault I fell off my broom, or that my broom broke."

"Actually, it was."

Ginny laughed, and he pushed the box into her hands. She really didn't want to take this from him, but a new broom would be wonderful. She reluctantly took it after several attempts to give it back. She opened up the box and gasped.

"Harry…this is too much, a Brush with Death? These are supposedly the second best brooms out."

"Well, I couldn't give you a Firebolt, because then my position on the team would be challenged, so I…" he stopped when Ginny turned and threw her arms around him. He loved holding her, and all too soon they broke apart.

"Harry, you are amazing, thank you so much." Then she turned and ran out the door, beckoning Harry to follow. Harry went to open the door, and as he lifted his hand the door blasted off its hinges.

Ginny spun around as she heard a crash and saw Harry shocked, still holding his hand where the doorknob used to be. "Harry, are you alright? What happened?"

Harry snapped out of his shock at the sound of her voice and muttered quietly, "I have got to write a letter really quick."

Harry raced to his room, and he found that Hedwig was still gone, so he ran into Ron's room and grabbed Pig. He ran back downstairs and pulled out some parchment and ink and wrote:

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I have just done accidental magic for the fourth time in 24 hours. Ginny thinks it may be wandless magic, but I don't think so. I just thought you should know, because so far I have broken a broomstick and a door. I don't want to cause problems, so I thought you might be able to help me somehow. Also, I didn't tell you before, but I had a nightmare two nights ago. I didn't last night though, so that is good news I suppose.

Harry

Harry finished his letter and sealed it and gave it to Pig telling him to give it to Dumbledore. Pig flew out the open doorway. Harry sighed as he walked out to observe the damage. He started to pick the door up and Ginny appeared behind him. "Don't worry, Harry, a flick of my mom's wand will set that straight. However, I have been patiently waiting to try out this amazing broomstick."

Harry sighed relief and went to get his broomstick. They took off together and began a game of tag. Harry was still a better flier, and his broom helped him a bit more, but Ginny was a tough challenge. They flew around tagging each other. Ginny was it and just tagged Harry and sped off into the forest. Harry was hot on her heals, but her experience of the forest kept her ahead of him. Finally Harry crept up alongside her and grabbed the front of her boom, taking control of the broom somewhat.

They were fighting for control when they had to dodge a branch and both overcorrected coming back up, and Ginny was thrown off her broom. Harry, still holding her broom, went for another dive and caught Ginny moments before she hit the ground, again. He pulled up slightly, but soon he was bumped off his own broom and they flew a few feet down once again.

Harry landed softly on his back; the soft landing due to the fact that the brooms he was holding steadied him. Ginny also landed on her back in Harry's arm as they hit down. They slowed to a stop, both exhaling heavily. Harry looked over at Ginny, and they once again became locked in each other's eyes.

Before his conscience could tell him otherwise, Harry leaned over and brought his face closer to the glowing girl beside him. They met together in a kiss.

After several moments of fog--wonderful, awesome fog--Harry's mind cleared and told him what he was doing. He broke the kiss and looked at Ginny. Upon seeing her, his mind clouded over once more, and he went in for another kiss. Unnoticed to the two, flowers began popping up at random around them.

Ron woke up and went downstairs. Those two better not have started without me aga—what happened to the door! Ron stared at the open doorway, and fear crept up. Did someone break in and take Harry? Ginny wasn't in her room either…oh no.

Ron walked outside cautiously and saw something even scarier than his mind had thought up.