A/N I just wanted to thank all of you guys who have been reviewing...it really means a lot to me because this is really the first creative writing stuff i have done so I'm not very confident with it... the good feedback really makes me want to keep going...so here's chapter 4 with some much needed humor in my opinion...so i hope you enjoy it

Ginny stepped out of the fireplace cautiously. Luckily the living room was dark and empty so there was nobody to witness her return. Now if I can just make it to my room. She thought as she crossed over to the door leading to the hallway. She paused and listened and upon hearing silence she slowly ventured out into the hall. She froze when she heard voices, but quickly realized they were coming from the kitchen. She held her breath as she made her way over to the stairs.

Unfortunately however, she caught her foot on the edge of the rug and tripped hitting her elbow on the wall on the way down, causing a loud reverberating bang to travel down the long hall. She sat on the edge of the first stair clutching her elbow. She had hit her funny bone and simultaneously had shooting pains going from her elbow to her fingers while her whole arm went numb. When did I become as clumsy as Tonks?

The kitchen door slammed open.

"Where have you been all day!"

"Damn."

"What was that young lady!"

"Nothing Mum, how are you this fine evening?"

"Don't even think that you are going to charm your way out of this one. I go to look for you for tea and you were gone! You weren't in your room, you weren't outside, you weren't any where. You didn't leave a note or tell anyone you were going and with everything that's going on in the world how could you sneak off like that. When you didn't come home for dinner I was worried sick. You could have been killed and nobody would have known!"

Ginny looked at the kitchen door and saw the twins peaking their heads out to listen. Of course they would choose today to come over for dinner. Well there goes the excuse that I was with them.

"Now I want you to tell me exactly where you have been all day and it had better be good."

"I had to do something, I had to see someone." Ginny replied being purposely vague.

"You snuck off to see Dean didn't you," Ron demanded.

Ginny spun around spotting him at the top of the stairs in time to see Hermione smack him on the shoulder. I'm gathering quite an audience.

"Ronald you stay out of this," Molly ordered never taking her eyes off of Ginny. "Did you sneak out to see Dean?"

"No mother I did not go see my boyfriend. I would have just asked you if it was that." I probably shouldn't have said that. Well Ginny just stay calm and get yourself out of here. "It was just a friend that needed me. I know you wouldn't have let me go if I had asked but it was important so I just went. I'm sorry I worried you, I had meant to get home before dinner but I lost track of time. Now I'm really tired and I'm not in the mood to get yelled at so I'm going to bed and you can finish yelling at me in the morning."

With that she turned and walked calmly up the stairs, brushing past Ron and Hermione, leaving her mother and the other Weasley children in shock. In the history of seven children not one of them had simply walked out in the middle of getting yelled at. Everyone knew that Ginny could be fiery and they might have expected her to be defensive or get angry and yell back, but to just walk away was just not like her. None of her older brothers had simply shut their mother down like that.

Mrs. Weasley recovered her voice right before Ginny reached her room. "Don't even think about leaving that room until you are ready to tell me where you were all day!"

"Then I'll see you when school starts," Ginny called back downstairs, as she closed the door behind her.

She lay on her bed emotionally and physically exhausted after the day's events, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. She still had to process everything that had happened.

She groaned when she heard Ron and Hermione bickering quietly outside the door. Ron wanted to barge in and demand to know who she was with. Hermione said she needed space and that she would tell them when she was ready. Ginny gave a silent thanks to her best friend as she heard Ron stomp off and Hermione's shoes click after him.

Ginny was now alone with only her thoughts to occupy her. She wasn't sure exactly how to feel about everything. She laid there for hours reliving the afternoon trying to process everything, when she heard the door open.

She pretended to be asleep when Hermione finally came in and got ready for bed and went to sleep herself. About the time that she heard Hermione's quiet snoring indicating that she was asleep, her stomach began to growl and she remembered she hadn't eaten since the scones at Mrs. Figg's house.

She tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. A glance at clock told her it was almost 1:30 in the morning. She knew exactly what she wanted. Rummaging through the freezer and cupboards to get all the necessary ingredients, she combined everything in a large bowl, grabbed a spoon and dug in.

She looked up guiltily when the kitchen door swung open. But she was relived when it was not her mother but Lupin, who had been living atGimmauld Placesince Sirius was no longer around to hold down the fort.

"What are you eating?" he questioned, peering into the bowl at her concoction.

"It's vanilla ice cream with caramel syrup, marshmallow fluff and cookie dough mixed in with whipped cream on top. It's the perfect comfort food which is exactly what I need at the moment." Ginny always felt comfortable talking to her former professor. He never seemed to judge. "Besides, since I won't be out of my room tomorrow I figured that I should probably take advantage and eat something now."

"Ahhh… yes." he said vaguely.

"I take it you know what happened?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.

"I was in here when you came home," he revealed. "It was rather hard to miss."

"Yeah, well I don't regret what I did," she suddenly felt defensive. "But I met with this person in strictest confidence and I won't betray his trust. So they can think or say whatever they want, I made a promise and I'm not going to budge."

"Well I think that speaks highly of you character." He paused for a moment as if unsure whether to go on. "Is he okay?"

Ginny looked at her ex professor and could tell that he knew exactly who she had spent her afternoon with.

"Does everyone else know too?"

"I think that people have their suspicions, but, and I'll deny this if asked later, I think it might be your best bet to continue to not say anything. If you admit to your mother that her little girl went all the way to Little Whinging by herself for a visit with the boy who is Voldemort's number one target, she might have an attack. And everyone else would be relentless in wanting to know exactly what you guys talked about." He rose to leave, "I think that for now, denial is the best policy. Well I'm going to bed and once you finish that rather enormous bowl of ice cream you should do the same. And you might want to consider something that doesn't have quite so much sugar."

He was halfway out the door before Ginny spoke. "He wasn't okay…But I hope that things will start to get better now."

He paused for a moment, nodded and continued his way upstairs.

By the time she finished her ice cream, she was practically nodding off in her bowl. She quickly rinsed out her bowl and stuck it in the sink. On her way out of the kitchen, she took Lupin's suggestion and nicked a box of crackers for tomorrow. She tiptoed into her bed careful not to wake Hermione. She was already asleep before her head hit her pillow.

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Ginny was sitting in her open window considering making a break for it. The only thing that was stopping her was that she knew that her mother would crucify her if she found her missing again. She was still tempted however, as she was practically climbing the walls from boredom.

True to her word she didn't leave her room since she wasn't going to say where she was that day. Four days had past and she had exhausted all means of keeping herself busy or entertained. Ginny thought she was desperate yesterday when she had resorted to finishing her summer homework. However, she now knew that real desperation is wishing Snape had assigned two essays like she did now.

She was hungry and was wondering when Hermione was going to bring her up her lunch as she was all her meals the past couple days.

The only good thing that came from being locked in solitary confinement is that she had plenty of time to thoroughly analyze and dissect every part of her afternoon with Harry. After much reflection she had come to a few conclusions.

At first she had been upset, it was hard to watch him going through all of that, she wanted to cry for him and she wished that she was able to take some of his pain for him. However she realized the time for tears had past. She realized that what was and what is can not be changed and the only thing that could be done is to move forward and deal with it.

When she had first started thinking about the new information Harry had told her she had been stunned by the prophecy. However once she thought about it, she realized that, in her mind at least, the prophecy didn't change anything. She had always known in her heart that Harry would be the one to defeat Voldemort. She was telling the truth when she said that she believed in him, because she truly did. She wasn't afraid of what would happen if Harry lost because she knew it wouldn't happen. In fact maybe the prophecy was a blessing in disguise because it proved that Harry really does have the power to defeat Voldemort.

So, it wasn't the prophecy that had Ginny concerned, it was Harry's mental and physical state. Although she didn't let him see it at the time, she had been shocked by his appearance. It was obvious by looking at him that he hadn't been sleeping or eating. He had a sallow look to his face and he had clearly lost a lot of weight. His skin had a transparency to it and he had dark circles under his eyes. Even his unruly hair which was usually sticking up in a million different directions seemed to be lying flat in defeat. She hoped that his emotional breakthrough would allow him to maybe start healing. But she just didn't know how he would be able to heal at the Dursley's, she hadn't even gotten an owl from him since her visit and she hoped he was okay.

There was only one thing that was puzzling Ginny from their conversation. What was their relationship now? Are we friends, more than friends, not even friends? Well I guess we have to be at least friends because he picked me to open up to. Why did he pick me to talk to? I hope it's because he feels comfortable talking to me, unless it was only because I was convenient. And when he talked about protecting the ones he loved he looked at me as if he was including me in that category. But I what kind of way, as a friend, as his best friends little sister, as his own sister, or maybe more? Why am I even thinking that because he doesn't and even if he did, which he doesn't, he is in no state for a girlfriend and even if he was which he's not, I have a very nice boyfriend who likes me and I like him back. Besides I've been over him for years and I have no idea why I'm even thinking about this. She didn't want to make an already complicated situation more complicated so she resolved to keep their relationship firmly at the friendship level. Nothing good could come out of doing anything else.

She groaned in frustration, she couldn't take this room anymore. She had one leg out the window when she was startled by some kind of commotion coming from downstairs. The noise startled her so badly that she almost fell head first out the window. She grabbed the window sill to balance herself, but she overcompensated and only succeeded in launching herself back into the room catching the cuff of her jeans on a nail sticking out of the window.

She laid there on the floor with one leg stuck straight in the air and the other draped over the window sill as she waited for the room to stop spinning from hitting her head on the hard wood floor. Once she stopped seeing stars she tried to release her leg and found to her dismay that she was quite stuck.

She groaned, That is gunna leave a bump. Great I wonder who's gunna find me here first. I'm sure I must be a sight stuck here like this.

She groaned again when she heard some one open the door. That must be Hermione with my lunch…how am I going to explain this one?

Someone chuckled and it was definitely not Hermione. She twisted around in an effort to see who it was.

"Harry?…"

A/N Hope you guys liked that one….tell me what you guys think okay….It seems like it might be moving kinda slow as I'm really going slow through the summer...but it will speed up once they get back to school …. I'm currently writing chapter 6 so five should be up soon, I just need to type it up…Love Always

REVISED 4/18/12