Ginny stayed at Mrs. Figg's while the Dursleys took Harry home. Harry looked back at the house and sighed. Mrs. Figg was going to get in touch with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to send Ginny home. In the meantime, she would stay with Mrs. Figg so that she wouldn't find herself in trouble should she be discovered by the Dursleys. The story would be that she was the daughter of a distant relative, and she would be there for a short holiday, very short.

For several days Harry saw Ginny outside. A couple of times they even talked to each other.

Harry was sitting inside the kitchen when the phone rang. He went to pick it up.

"Don't touch the phone Boy!" Uncle Vernon said. He came downstairs and Harry moved back to cleaning the table.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Figg, hello, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he listened and nodded.

"Yes, I'd heard something about her, I've seen her talking to my nephew; she's a pretty young girl." He looked at Harry carefully.

"Yes, I could arrange that if it would please you both." He said suspiciously. His eyes widened.

"When would your charming little relative like him to be over?"

Harry found himself in front of Mrs. Figg's with some money in his pocket. He knocked on the door. Ginny opened it.

"Harry!"

"Hi Ginny." Ginny pulled him in.

"Mrs. Figg arranged it so that instead of staying here by myself you and I can spend some time together. Isn't it wonderful?" Harry nodded.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"We're going to have fun silly. Mrs. Figg says we can play games." Harry looked at her.

"What would you like to play?" she looked at Harry. She stopped and thought.

"I don't know, what do you play?"

"I've never actually played very much; I always get picked last for games at school and stuff. But I know a few."

A few blunders and many laughs later they finally managed to get a good grip on football. (Soccer). Harry just began to explain the idea of Rugby when Mrs. Figg said it was time for Harry to go home.

"So Harry, you'll be back tomorrow?"

"Sure."

"Great." Harry smiled at her. She had such a sweet smile. Harry walked back home and faced his aunt and uncle.

"You didn't screw anything up did you?" he turned to his aunt.

"No Aunt Petunia. Everything's fine."

"Good, we still need her to watch you for Duddum's birthday."

"Yes, I know."

"Well, since you're done, why don't you do the dishes?" it may have sounded like a question, but it wasn't.

"Yes Aunt Petunia."

"At least you can be useful for something." Harry watched her leave and glumly began doing the dishes.