AN: I'm sorry I haven't been updating as much. Life got a little hectic this past week. I'm hoping I will be able to post more this week. Once again I am not JK Rowling.

Ron came barging into Ginny's room earlier than I would have thought possible.

"What the hell?" My words were faint and garbled.

"Harry's here!" Ron said excitedly. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"Where?" I asked jumping up. Ron's ears turned red as he looked at my body. I quickly looked down. Nothing too incriminating was showing just a hint of cleavage.

"What?" His eyes quickly darted up to mine and his cheeks turned red. I smirked and his eyes grew wide before he darted out the door. Ginny was laughing behind me and I joined in.

"What was that?" She asked between fits of giggles.

I quickly dressed and talked at the same time.

"Hey if he wants to mess with me like he did after my lovely drunken night I'll get him right back." I said zipping up my pants.

"Well you might have scarred him for life."

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" Ron shouted from the hall. Ginny and I looked to each other then burst out laughing.

I opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Ron was staring darkly at the wall. "Sorry Ron didn't mean to upset you."

"Come on lets go wake up Harry." He said walking towards Fred and George's room and threw the door open in his excitement. I followed right behind him into the room.

Harry sat up in the bed his eyes wide. "Wuzzgoinon?"

"We didn't know you were here already!" Ron said then hit him sharply on the hand.

"Ron, don't hit him!" I said stepping forward. Harry grabbed his glasses and shoved them on.

"All right?" Ron asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Never been better," Harry said, rubbing the top of his head and slumping back onto his pillows. "You?"

"Not bad," Ron said, pulling over a cardboard box and sitting on it. "When did you get here? Mum's only just told me!"

"About one o'clock this morning."

"Were the Muggles all right? Did they treat you okay?"

"Same as usual," Harry said as I perched herself on the edge of his bed, "they didn't talk to me much, but I like it better that way. How're you, Hermione?"

"Oh I'm fine." I said shrugging.

"And hows Sirius?" He asked a cheeky grin on his face.

"He's fine too." I said shifting uncomfortably.

"What's the time? Have I missed breakfast?" Harry asked running his fingers through his hair.

"Don't worry about that, Mum's bringing you up a tray; she reckons you look underfed," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "So, what's been going on?"

"Nothing much, I've just been stuck at my aunt and uncle's, haven't I?"

"Come off it!" Ron said. "You've been off with Dumbledore!"

"It wasn't that exciting. He just wanted me to help him persuade this old teacher to come out of retirement. His name's Horace Slughorn."

"Oh," said Ron, looking disappointed. "We thought…"

I flashed a warning look at Ron. Ever since we had learned about the fact that prophecies were real Ron and I had wondered if he was the one who had to defeat Voldemort.

"… we thought it'd be something like that."

"You did?" said Harry, amused.

"Yeah… yeah, now Umbridge has left, obviously we need a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, don't we? So, er, what's he like?"

"He looks a bit like a walrus, and he used to be Head of Slytherin," Harry said. "Something wrong, Hermione?"

I was still stuck in my thoughts for a moment there. "No, of course not! So, um, did Slughorn seem like he'll be a good teacher?"

"Dunno," said Harry. "He can't be worse than Umbridge, can he?"

"I know someone who's worse than Umbridge," Ginny said from the doorway a dark glint in her eye. "Hi, Harry."

"It's her," Ginny said, plonking herself down on Harry's bed. "She's driving me mad."

"What's she done now?" I asked slowly trying not to take sides yet. Fleur really wasn't that bad once you got to know her.

"It's the way she talks to me… you'd think I was about three!" I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"Well I think she just says the wrong thing sometimes." I said gently.

"How is it she doesn't annoy you?" Ginny asked her eyes flashing.

"Because I talked to her and she told me how alone she feels." Ginny seemed to deflate at once her eyes distant.

"What?"

"She thinks everyone here hates her." I said softly. Ron's mouth dropped open and Ginny paled considerably.

"Who are you -?" Harry started to ask but was cut off when the door banged open. Ginny and I fell to the floor when Harry yanked his covers up to his chin almost instinctively.

"'arry eet 'as been too long." Fleur said carrying a large tray of food.

"There was no need to bring up the tray, I was just about to do it myself!" Mrs. Weasley said marching into the room.

"Eet was no trouble," Fleur said, setting the tray across Harry's knees and then swooped in to kiss him on each cheek. "I 'ave been longing to see you. You remember my sister, Gabrielle? She never stops talking about 'Arry Potter. She will be delighted to see you again."

"Oh… is she here too?" Harry asked blinking.

"No, no, silly boy," said Fleur with a tinkling laugh, "I mean next summer, when we… but do you not know?"

Her great blue eyes widened and she looked reproachfully at Mrs. Weasley, who said, "We hadn't got around to telling him yet."

Fleur turned back to Harry, swinging her silvery sheet of hair so that it whipped Mrs. Weasley across the face.

"Bill and I are going to be married!" Fleur said excitedly. Mrs. Weasley pulled Ginny downstairs when Fleur left to go to the kitchen. Harry was biting his lip and I was looking through a box of Fred and George's stuff.

"What's this?" I asked eventually, holding up what looked like a small telescope.

"Dunno," Ron said, "but if Fred and George left it here, it's probably not ready for the joke shop yet, so be careful"

"Your mum said the shop's going well," Harry said. "She said Fred and George have got a real flair for business."

"That's an understatement," Ron said. "They're raking in the Galleons! I can't wait to see the place, we haven't been to Diagon Alley yet, because Mum says Dad's got to be there for extra security and he's been really busy at work, but it sounds excellent."

"And what about Percy?" Harry asked carefully. "Is he talking to your mum and dad again?"

"Nope," Ron said.

"But he knows your dad was right all along now about Voldemort being back —"

"Dumbledore says people find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right," I said. "I heard him telling your mum, Ron."

"Sounds like the sort of mental thing Dumbledore would say," Ron said.

"He's going to be giving me private lessons this year," said Harry conversationally. Ron choked on his bit of toast and I gasped.

"You kept that quiet!" said Ron.

"I only just remembered," said Harry honestly. "He told me last night in your broom shed."

"Blimey… private lessons with Dumbledore!" said Ron, looking impressed. "I wonder why he's…?" His voice tailed away. Ron and I exchanged a look.

Harry laid down his knife and fork his eyes never leaving it. "I don't know exactly why he's going to be giving me lessons, but I think it must be because of the prophecy."

Neither Ron nor I spoke. He continued after a moment, still speaking to his fork, "You know, the one they were trying to steal at the Ministry."

"Nobody knows what it said, though," I said quickly. "It got smashed."

"Although the Prophet says…" Ron began, but I quickly shushed him.

"The Prophet's got it right," Harry said, looking up at us his expression guarded. "That glass ball that smashed wasn't the only record of the prophecy. I heard the whole thing in Dumbledore's office, he was the one the prophecy was made to, so he could tell me. From what it said," Harry took a deep breath, "it looks like I'm the one who's got to finish off Voldemort… At least, it said neither of us could live while the other survives." I moaned in horror and gripped the telescope hard. A loud bang echoed around the room and a fist punched me hard in the face.

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