A/N: I loooove you all. I thought I had it so my reviews would pop up in my email, but they didn't! I thought I was reviewless. It made me... I don't know. Haha. Buut then, I looked at my story and found it had seven reviews. Not too shabby! Now I just have to sweat and bleed... into another chapter. Kidding:D

On it being... a tad... silly (What do you mean a tad!), I thought the 6th book was quite saaaad, and depressing. So cheerful happiness is great.

Part of this will be... well, non-Ginny POV. We get to see... an evvviiil plan. Moo ha ha. I suppose I should feel bad that I'm making Ginny suffer.

Ooh/random note: Point of No Return is currently playing on my Launch. Phantom of the Opera… that's a great movie/musical/book whatever.

Anyways, thank for the reviews! Loved them. Have a nice day!

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In a deep cavern, not known to anyone, were two men. One, was short and stout, with a bald head and a striking resemblance to a rat. The other, was a tall man, if you could call him that, with a fierce glare coming out of ruby red eyes. Standing tall and straight, he had the composure of a menacing snake.

The tall man breathed in deeply with the tip of his fingers slightly touching.

"Wormtail," he croaked, "Is it ready?"

The short man, now known to be going by Wormtail, nervously squeaked,

"Almost, Master. Only one more ingredient."

"Well hurry it up then!" said the man impatiently.

"It's done, Master," said Wormtail. He quickly poured liquid from the cauldron he was standing over into an empty jug. Then, he tottered over to the Man, and held it out to him, quivering.

The man took out his wand and pointed at the jug. The liquid instantly turned to vapor and twisted up, and seemed to disappear into his wand. Muttering a few words in an ancient language, to this day, not known to anyone, the vapor shot out of his wand and up into the sky.

Wormtail stared at him.

"That's… it, then?"

The man cruelly laughed,

"In due time, Wormtail, in due time."

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AAAAAH.

Okay, got that out of my system.

I have to go talk to Harry.

Harry has dreams, right? Dreams about insane men who make insane potions… right?

Right?

I'm so sweaty. My hair is sticking to my forehead. Merlin. Ew. Harry's room is down the hall, so I take a right. Oh, yes, Harry got his own room this year, seeing as Fred and George now have their own flat.

We have a lot of extra rooms. Yay.

I open his door quietly and peek into his room. Shutting the door quietly, I sat on Harry's bed and poked him.

And then I said "BOO!" really loudly.

Okay, so I didn't say that, but I did say,

"Harry, are you awake? Harry? Harry!" Until he woke up. He finally did wake up, and when he did, he about had a spasm he did, when he saw me sitting on his bed.

"Ginny?" he hissed, "What are you doing in my room?" he reached for his glasses, and put them up. He sat up and scratched his head.

"Harry, I had a dream."

"It was just a dream, go back to bed," he yawned.

"But Harry, it was scary," I whined. I then pulled my best pouty face and looked up at him.

Because he's taller then me, duh.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Harry choked.

"What?"

"I mean, it was a scary dream, and I don't want to go back in my room."

"You have Hermione," Harry argued.

"Like she's a ton of help," I rolled my eyes, and then pleaded, "Pretty Please with a pasty on top?"

"Fine, come here," he motioned for me to sit beside him.

Fweeeeee. I feel special, now.

I snuggled in beside him, and set my head on his chest. He tensed up and then relaxed in a second.

"What was this dream about, exactly?" he asked.

Um.

What was it about again?

Oh yeah.

"... There was a really tall, man, if you could call him that," I started.

A man?

He was like the spawn of the devil and an egg.

... because he was bald.

"... and a short man. Who was bald, and had really crooked teeth."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"You're really observant," he teased.

"It's not funny!" I pouted.

"I'm sorry," Harry said with a booming laugh. I mean, really! He sounded… old!

"Shh! You'll wake up the whole household, you idiot!"

"I'm sorry, Ginny," Harry said again, "It's just… you looked so pitiful, with your lip sticking out. I really did feel bad for you," he wrapped his arms around me.

Harry.

Wrapped his arms, around me.

SQUEE!

I didn't care that we broke up.

I didn't care that he probably didn't care for me anymore, besides a sisterly feeling.

No I did not. You know why?

Because I was in eternal bliss.

Well, kind of.

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"Ginny?"

"Hermione, when they wake up… they'll wish that they never woke up!"

"Ginny, come on, get up!"

"My goodness, shut up already!" I mumbled. I mean, really, why don't they just let me sleep in my own bed, my nice warm bed. I rolled over…

and bumped into someone.

What the heck?

One of my eyes peeked open unmercifully, only to see a flying scruff of black hair flying by me… and then into me.

"Harry, geroff!" I mumbled under the weight of Harry.

Really, that boy weighs much MORE than he looks. Well, I finally managed to crawl underneath him to sit up.

The pain came really fast. It started small in my head, and then made its way down to my toes.

It was a headache in my whole body. Or it felt like this.

"Ooh," I moaned, sounding like a dying old woman. I put my hand to my head.

Wow, that's a morbid thought.

Ron stopped looking like he was going to murder someone, and came over to me concerned.

"Ginny? Are you okay? Do you need Mum? Wait – you aren't hung over, are you? I told you, you are too young to be drinking!"

He gets more and more like Percy every day.

"Ron, no, I am not hungover," I said.

Ron eyed me suspiciously.

"Are you sure? Then why were you in the same bed as Harry? You two, no, you didn't…" Ron went all white and pasty looking. Kind of like Dad does, when Mum finds out that he's been enchanting the toilet again.

"Who knows, Ron? Now that you mention it, I don't really remember what happened yesterday," I grinned wolfishly, and stretched out over Harry.

"Do you?" I asked the shocked looking Boy-Who-Now-Has-Me-As-An-Accessory.

Harry just stared at me.

Spoil sport.

When Ron reached the point of actually turning purple, I decided to confess.

"Sorry. Nothing happened. I had a bad dream, got scared, and came in here. I must've fallen asleep."

"Is that it?" Ron said, giving me an evil eye.

I got up, the pain gone now.

"Yes, that's it. I'm going to go get changed, Ronald."

Hermione decided that she could live a little, and smiled. (Shockgasphorror.) My god, was that a smile I detected on Miss Granger's face?

I BELIEVE SO.

Anyways, I passed Ron, and went down the hall, him bellowing after me like a dragon,

"WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A TALK WHEN YOU COME BACK. GINERVA WEASLY, YOU KNOW WHAT TALK I'M TALKING ABOUT. DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME!"

Um.

It was hot out, so I just put on a tee shirt and pants.

For anyone who was wondering.

So I went back to Harry's room… and the three of them were sitting in a circle.

Well, all right, it was more of a triangle.

"What are you three doing?" That shut them up real fast. Well, four can play this game.

"Fine, I see how it's going to be. I'll just be leaving, then,"

"No! We were talking about you, Ginny, actually," Ron smiled smugly.

Oh…

"Sit down."

I sat.

"Now, I don't know what is going on between Harry and you, but I don't like finding you in his bed."

Well, technically…

"I wasn't in his bed Ron, I was on it," I said crossly.

"You know what I mean!" Ron threw up his hands, annoyed.

Hermione leaned over facing Ron and touched his arm softly.

"Ron, I think Ginny knows what she's doing."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Ron sighed.

"Promise you weren't doing anything," he said.

"I promise, Ron," I said softly.

I know he's my brother, and I'm his only sister, not to mention his only sister, but does that mean he has to look after me day after night? I'm responsible.

Kind of.

Well, maybe.

I'm responsible enough to not shag the boy who just broke up with me before the summer.

But obviously Ron doesn't think so.

"Kids! Breakfast!" My mother shouted.

I smell bacon.

I love Mum's bacon; it's always so nice and crispy. Mum always makes pancakes with it, also.

My stomach growled at the thought.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry were coming out of the room fast, also.

They must've smelt the bacon.

I ran as fast I could down those steps. I wasn't about to become a pancake! Mum was setting up plates at the table. She spotted me and shoved a pile in my hands.

"Set the table," she ordered.

"But Ron doesn't have to-"

"Ron, doesn't have friends over," Mum eyed me. "Are you gaining weight?"

What kind of mother asks their daughter if they're gaining weight! She has no reason to ask, also. I'm sorry, but she could do with shedding some skin.

"Mum! No, I have not, thank you very much."

Ron snickered in the background.

"Shove it, Ronald," I sneered.

Oh god, that smell is nauseating.

"Mother, please move the pancakes. They smell awful." I gagged.

"Ginny, you love my pancakes," Mum sounded hurt.

"I'm going to be sick."

Stairs.

Stairs.

Door.

Bathroom.

Thank god, I reached the toilet in time. I retched into it, not making very graceful noises. Ugh.

"Ginny? Are you okay?" I heard Harry's voice.

Great, he came in time for another round.

"I'll take that as a 'no,'" Harry chuckled.

Let me see how funny it is when you're puking over a toilet, bud.

Harry stood next to me and held up my hair.

"Why are you so sick?" He asked, drawing random letters on my back.

Aaah, that feels good. Dad used to do that all the time when I was little. Then I had to guess which letter it was.

"A," I replied.

"What?"

"A, the letter was A," I said finally done.

"Oh, yeah, I guess it was.

"Um, thanks for you know, holding back my hair. The last thing I need is hair covered in puke."

"Er, you're welcome."

I think I'm going to go, lay down now.

"Ginny?" Harry grabbed my hand on my way out.

"Yeah?"

Harry locked his emerald eyes onto mine.

"If you need anything, just holler, okay?"

I nodded.

"Okay, Harry."

A/N: FLUFF. –dies-. Okay, short chapter. Sorry everyone! Thanks for so many reviews last time, let's beat the record this time, 'kay? xD Just kidding. Uhm, not much happened in this chapter. Just… sickness. Haha.

Thank you, again, reviewers. I looove you. :3

Love, Emily.