A/N: OK, so this isn't the best way to start a chapter, but personally, I don't like this chapter very much. I had an idea for chapter 4, and this was the only way I could think of getting there. So sorry that it isn't very well written; the next chapter will be better, I promise. So please R&R, with constructive criticism and ways on how to improve this chapter! Thank you!

Chapter 4- Where's Harry?

In the morning, the whole family, including Ron, could sense tension between Ginny and Harry. Only Ginny, Harry, Fred and George knew what had happened, though. There was little conversation over breakfast, and neither Harry nor Ginny had got much sleep the night before, which only made things worse. Fred pulled his sister outside to talk to her.

"Can't you see, Ginny? The guy's miserable. And so are you! Why can't you just tell him your sorry and get back together?"

"Because . . ." Ginny shifted her position; she looked uncomfortable.

"Because what, Ginny? Because what?" Fred urged her on, getting slightly annoyed.

Ginny sighed. "It doesn't matter. I'm cold, I'm going inside."

"Ginny, wai-" Fred began, but she ran away from him and back into the house.

Reluctantly, he followed her. What was Ginny's problem? What did she know that he didn't? Girls he thought, rolling his eyes. Girls! That's the answer! She won't talk to me, but she's bound to talk to Hermione! He ran towards the house with renewed vigour, to find Hermione and Harry and Hermione alone in the kitchen.

"Er, Hermione?" he said awkwardly.

"Yes Fred?"

"Um. Can I- can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Sure go ahead!"

"Um, I meant kinda privately."

Harry got up and slouched out of the room.

"Well?" Hermione said, perhaps with a little more venom than she ought to.

"Can you go talk to Ginny? There's something wrong with her and Harry."

Quickly he told her the events of the night before.

"I have a feeling Ginny knows more than she's letting on. She won't tell me. And . . . well seeing as you're a girl, I thought you might . . .?"

He left the question hanging in mid-air.

"I'll give it a try, but I'm not, making any promises, Fred!"

There was something in her voice. Something in the way she said it. Something not quite right. Fred cursed himself. Why did all girls have to hide things from him? He let the matter drop, and went to find George.

Hermione knocked nervously on Ginny's door. She could hear sobs coming from within.

"Go away, I don't want to talk!" Ginny called. Hermione opened the door.

"I said, go away! Oh. It's you. It's you, Hermione, the perfect prefect! Get lost, Hermione, you're the last person I want to see. Well, with the exception of Harry, I 'spose!"

"Ginny, we need to talk."

"Damn right we do! You stole my boyfriend!"

"Ginny calm down! I did not steal your boyfriend. Harry and I-"

"That's enough for me to hear! If there's a 'Harry and I' in your explanation, then it's obvious that what I saw was true!"

Hermione was losing her temper now. "Ginny, shut up and listen to me!" she screamed. They both fell silent. Finally Ginny broke the silence.

"Fine then. I'll listen to your side of the story." She said "but I'm not making any promises that I'll believe you!"

Hermione settled herself on the bed next to Ginny.

"The night that you saw us together- me and Harry, I mean. Harry . . . Harry had a nightmare about you-know-who again and he relived his parents, his parents . . . "

Hermione burst into tears, and Ginny immediately understood, and gave her a hug.

"I understand. I'm going to find Harry!"

Ginny went to Harry's room, but he wasn't there. She went out to the field where she and her brothers often played Quidditch. He wasn't there either. She went back to the house and searched it, from top to bottom. Strange. No one was around. Not even Hermione, whom she had just left. Where was everyone? Suddenly, Ginny heard a commotion outside. She ran to the window, and rubbed the grimy glass clean. Everyone was outside. Everyone was holding to Harry. Harry was trying to get away. Ginny gasped and raced for the stairs. She got to the bottom and ran out of the front door, searching for Harry.

"Where's Harry?" she screamed. No one responded.

"WHERE'S HARRY?" she screamed again. Again, no one replied, but George pointed a shaking hand up into the sky. Ginny slowly turned her gaze skywards, afraid of what she would find there. An ever-retreating dot was in the sky. Ginny had lost Harry. She had let Harry go. Ginny collapsed and began to cry. She cried and cried; she was totally empty. She needed Harry. She needed him! She went to bed early, but stayed awake all night, not unlike the rest of the inhabitants of the Burrow.