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Well this should be interesting..

"Do you want me to put her in her place mate? I know she's my sister and all but she's being a real..."

"No Ron, it's fine. Really," Harry cuts in.

"Are you sure?"

I quietly listen behind the living room doorway. They were talking about me! I took another step toward the door causing the floor to creak.

"Did you hear something?" I recognized Harry ask.

"I'm sure it's nothing."

"Ron I was wondering.."

"Yeah?"

"Has Ginny ever dealt with what happened in the Chamber." My mouth dropped in shock.

"Wh..What?" Ron stutters. I hear Harry shift in his chair.

"Well, you know. Has she ever talked about what happened?"

"Why do you ask mate?"

Harry's voice gets softer, "She mentioned still having nightmares about it during her little tantrum last night." Tantrum? Oh great make me sound like I'm five. But wait, is Harry's concerned about me? Not that I care..

I don't!

Ron sighs, "She never talks about it. At least not that I know of," he pauses, "We just sort of assumed she was dealing with. I don't think mum and dad wanted push it any further." I was so caught up in listening through the door and Harry being concered, not that I care, I didn't hear anyone come up behind me.

"Might be easier to hear if you use your brothers extendable ears. I hear they work fantastically." I jumped at the voice.

"Professor Lupin?" I hissed.

"Not really professor anymore now is it?" I opened my mouth to reply when he placed finger on his lips.

"Shh, I think we've been caught." I narrow my eyes uncertain of what he meant when suddenly the door behind me opened. I turned to see Ron and Harry eyeing at me suspiciously.

"What?" I asked laughing nervously, "Can't a girl have a discussion with her former teacher?"

"Interesting place to have a discussion." Ron noted raising his eyebrows. I folded my arms across my chest.

"Well you would know all about interesting places to discuss things Wouldn't you Ron? After all you were discussing a certain bushy-haired friend of yours no more than two weeks ago in the loo with mum." Ron blushed scarlet while Harry held back a smirk.

"What do you want?" Ron asked angrily. I looked down to the ground fidgeting with the necklace dad gave me two years ago.

"I was hoping to talk to Harry actually."

"Why, so you can blame him for everything else that goes wrong in your life?" he spat.

"I wanted to apologize." I muttered quickly. Lupin still standing there looked amused.

"She speaks like a record player on fast forward."

"Huh?" Ron and I asked at the same time.

"Ask your father." he sreplies walking away.

"What exactly was that last part?" Harry cut in.

I sighed, "I-said-I-wanted-to-apologize." I answered slowly. Harry nodded as Ron stood there stupidly looking from me to Harry.

"Alone if you don't mind," I hissed in Ron's direction.

"Whatever, I'll be in the kitchen eating Harry." Harry looked confused at his response.

"We just ate breakfast no more than a half an hour ago."

"I know I'm starving!" he exclaimed turning towards the kitchen.

"What a pig." I said staring after him. Harry laughed quietly bringing my attention back towards him. I bit my lip nervously still twirling around my necklace. Harry rubbed his neck taking a couple steps back into the living room.

"Do you want to.." He said gesturing towards the two chairs by the wizards chest board.

"Oh," I stuttered, "Yeah, sure." he smiled taking the seat across from me as I sat down.

"So.." he said slowly.

I gazed down at my feet before replying, "Look, I'm really sorry okay." he nodded in silence. I cocked my head to the side.

"So are we okay?"

"I don't know, are we?"

"Do you always answer a question with a question?" He leaned back in his chair smirking.

"Do you?"

"Fair enough," I laughed softly. He nods towards the board.

"Do you want to play?"

I hesitated to answer, "Sure." We started playing silently for the first ten minutes as my eyes kept darting towards the door.

"Late for something?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Oh um, no." I stuttered.

"Is it really that bad?" I furrowed my eyebrows taken aback by the question.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Being alone with me," he said raising his eyebrows, "You act like you're about to jump out of your skin." I tucked my hair behind me ear lost for words.

"checkmate," I answered quietly looking down out the board. He shrugged.

"Want to play again?"

"No thanks, I should go."

"Wait," he said right before I was about get up from my chair.

"We never really talked."

I sighed, " Talked about what?"

"Do really blame me for what happened?" I looked away from his emerald eyes.

"Of course not. It's not your fault we had to move. Besides what would the world be like with the golden trio?" I smiled looking back towards him.

"I wasn't talking about that."

"Oh?" I said confused, "Then what were you talking about?" He looked down to the ground hesitantly. I looked away from him once again.

"You meant the about the Chamber," I said quietly. He nodded his head in unison.

"I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time when Malfoy but that journal in my cauldron. It had nothing to do with you." I said reassuringly. we were silent for a minute before Harry looked back up at me.

"Do you really still have nightmares about it though?" I sighed, I knew this was coming.

"Sometimes," I answered dully, "Stupid huh?" Harry looked shocked that I said that.

"No it isn't, It's completely understandable." I laughed sarcastically.

"Since when did you become Dr. Therapist Potter?"

"That did sound rather cheesy didn't it?" he chuckled.

I grinned, "Just a little." His expression became serious again.

"It is understandable though," he paused, " I still have nightmares about what happened in the graveyard."

"Graveyard?" I asked confused.

"During the Tournament last year, with you-know-who and Cedric."

"Oh," I said astonished. Harry looks at me surprised.

"You didn't know?"

"No, I knew," I answered quickly, "I just didn't know it was a graveyard that the porky(sp?) took you to." I shrugged, "I'm the youngest, I rarely get told anything."

"I see," he replies.

"It is understandable for you though, the whole thing with Cedric only happened a couple months ago.."

"So," Harry cut in, "that doesn't matter."

"Please," I replied sarcastically, "Harry I was possessed by Voldemort four years go. I shouldn't have any nightmares, not anymore."

"Your right you shouldn't." I raised eyebrows at him wandering where this was going. "At least you shouldn't if you've dealt with it. Which obviously, you haven't." I folded my arms across my chest.

"And how do you suggest I deal with it exactly?" he leaned over moving the chest pieces back to there original spots.

"Talking about it might help," He replied slowly.

"I thought that was what we were doing?"

"Not really. I have no idea what went on in the Chamber before I got there. Or why you never came to Ron about it. Or why you.."

"okay I get it," I said holding my hand up to stop him from going further. I leaned my head into my hand thinking.

"If I tell you my pathetic eleven year old story, Then you have to do something for me in return."

"It's not path.."

"Don't" I say stopping him.

He sighed, "Okay fine, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to know about your experience in the graveyard." He rubbed his neck thinking. "Come on, " I say suddenly shoving his knee, "It could be good for both of us. Help us deal as you like to put it."

"Okay fine," He agreed holding out his hand. I took it more quickly than I expected ignoring the butterflies in my stomache.

"Deal?" he asked softly.

"Deal."

(A/n: Sorry I didn't finish. This entery took longer than I expected. Please tell me what you think. :D)