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Chapter 6:- Feelings

Ginny awoke to a different noise. She had spent most of the last night talking to Fleur about her sister. For the majority of it Fleur had done the talking but had not really given Ginny the information that she really wanted. Slightly frustrated she trudged to bed with the rest of them several hours after Fleur and Gabrielle had arrived.

Her room was in darkness when she had entered and gotten ready for bed. She had always found it difficult to sleep when her mind was still working on a problem and this night was no different. Slowly ever so slowly she had eventually drifted off with her problems still not solved, but now she was awake.

She had yet to open her eyes preferring to listen to the house. She had spent many a night just listening, and knew the sounds of the house better than anybody. She had listened to the sounds of the ghoul knocking things about in the attic, which was a sure sign that rain was on the way. She had heard the sounds her parents made in their room when they thought that all the children were asleep. She had cringed at the noises the twins made everyday in their room expecting the ceiling to collapse down upon her. She had listened to the sound the Ron made when he was alone in his room at night thinking about girls or more probably these days Hermione. But this sound was not one of them this was new.

It was not as though she didn't know the sound, she had heard it many a time. Living in a girl's dormitory would educate anybody to this noise. She knew exactly what it was in fact she had made that noise more times than she can remember, what was wrong was her hearing it here, at home. Listening closer she knew that the noise was coming from this room that must mean Gabrielle.

Ginny's conscious told her that she had better not open her eyes and to leave the girl alone, this was "private" time and "most" girls did not like it when you walked in on them. But her curiosity was telling her to look. Fleur had talked about Gabrielle, about how she had a summer project to complete before she started school. How Gabrielle was hoping to start at Hogwarts this year, how Gabrielle was different to herself in many ways etc. But this new sound did not fit the picture that had been painted by her older sister.

Opening her eyes an ever so small amount she peered across the room. It was not long before her eyes became accustomed to the light and she could make out the outline of Gabrielle. She was still under the covers of the bed but the girl's quick movements told Ginny that she was right. Gabrielle's breathing was coming in shorter and shorter gasps as she continued doing it. Ginny found herself fascinated just to watch, she had seen other girls do it before but this was very different. The young girl was obviously trying to be quiet and was only just failing.

As the gasps came to their conclusion Ginny could feel a response in her loins, for some reason she did not understand at the moment, she could feel the moisture between her own legs and a desire to do something about it. Still looking at Gabrielle she saw that she had stopped moving about now and had a relaxed look on her face. Closing her eyes she let her hand dip down for a quick rub knowing that even that quick experience was going to be pleasurable for her.

Just before she drifted back off into sleep she heard a sigh and a quiet moan of "Harry." An involuntary smile crossed her face but she hoped that no one had heard that moan and name she thought had come from her.

**

Ginny found that breakfast was the normal Weasley affair, large and noisy. She had taken part in most of the discussions but kept a close eye on new guests. Fleur had joined in for the most part not exactly as boisterous as Ron or the Twins who had dropped round for the morning. Gabrielle was different though, she had sat quietly eating a small breakfast. It was like she did not like the noise and almost seemed to recoil into herself. When the Twins had started their normal games she had looked almost scared.

As soon as breakfast had finished the Twins asked Ron if he would like to help them get the shop ready. This was obviously the reason they had turned up and with a quick nod from Molly the three of them departed, following Arthur on his way to work through the floo. Fleur got up from the table and quickly helped her sister clear the table. Ginny studied the pair of them they seemed to talking to each other but far too quietly to be overheard. As soon as the table was cleared Fleur turned to her sister as gave her a long hug, turning to Mrs Weasley she said.

"Mrs Weasley, I thank you again for agreeing to look after Gabrielle and letting me stay the night."

"You're going?"

"Yes I'm due back at work, but if you don't mind I'll drop by occasionally to see my little sister."

"That's perfectly alright dear."

Fleur smiled and again gave Gabrielle another hug before crossing to Ginny gabbing her into a hug. Ginny was surprised at this but not as much as to what was said to her. "Look after her for me she's going to need you help. Trust her and trust your feeling, please." Whispered Fleur

Before Ginny could respond Fleur continued "Talk to her, she can help with your problem and don't ever hate her she always wants what is best for him."

With that Fleur broke the hug. Ginny was not just confused but completely bewildered, looking at the young woman she saw that she gave Gabrielle a small nod before she turned as disapparated away.

Mrs Weasley got to her feet at looked at the two young girls. "Well why don't the two of you go outside and enjoy the day while I finish up in here." Without a word the two girls left the kitchen and walked out into the garden.

**

Harry sat up and looked round the shed. It was morning but he did not feel as bad as he thought he would. The previous days work had left him exhausted and his limbs aching all over but now he felt almost back to normal. As he climbed out of his sleeping bag he noticed that Hedwig was not back yet. Smiling to himself he thought that at least one of them was really enjoying staying outside.

He started his normal routine and was soon watching the Dursleys tuck into their normal large cooked breakfast. As he waited for them to finish so that he could start cleaning up he reflected on the past day. Somewhere inside of him he could not shake that feeling that something watching him. He often had the feeling but yesterday was the strongest.

He finished up the dishwashing with customary speed and looked over the list that had been left for him. With a little satisfaction he saw that the list was getting smaller and smaller. Obviously Vernon was having trouble thinking up new jobs for him to do. As he wiped down the work surface he heard a gentle tap tap tap on the glass. Thinking the Hedwig was back and she was just telling him he ignored it and started work on the cleaning. Before he had even left the kitchen he heard the tapping again.

Spinning round he called out.

"Yes I know you're..." started Harry, but he stopped as soon as he saw the owl. It was definitely not Hedwig. Sitting on the windowsill was a majestic brown owl, its huge eyes just looked at Harry unblinkingly.

"You're new?" called Harry not recognising this bird.

The owl just stood there unmoving. Harry had the feeling that he was being evaluated, suddenly Moody's voice echoed in his head "Constant Vigilance." Instantly he grabbed his wand from his trousers and pointed it at the owl. Slowly almost gracefully the owl lifted it leg. Harry saw that tied to its leg was a large thick envelope.

Harry shook his head at his jumpiness and smiled at the owl. Opening the window the owl hopped in and presented its leg. As Harry started to untie the envelope he heard his aunt from behind.

"I'm glad Vernon isn't here."

Harry turned around once he completed removing the letter. He registered the noise of the owl leaving the way it came, but he continued to study his Aunt.

"Harry I'm sorry about ..."

"Don't worry Aunty its not that bad, at least I can't hear Vernon and Dudley snore." Harry did not know exactly why he said this but he knew it to be right. Petunia chuckled slightly at the small joke.

"I just want to thank you for the sleeping bed etc." he continued

"That's alright Harry. I tried you know?"

"Tried what?" asked Harry warily.

"To stand up to him but I couldn't. He's all that I've got him and Dudley. I can never be a part of your world and after what happened to Lilly I don't want to. He threatened me to get me to tell him."

"Threatened you?" asked Harry not really believing it. Vernon had always been cordial to his Aunt. His anger had always been towards Harry.

"Oh no not physically." Replied a shocked Petunia. "He threatened to leave me, as I said I couldn't survive that."

"So you told him then?"

"Yes everything, everything I could remember, everything that had been asked of me. He surprised me, he did not rant or rave he just sat there. Then eventually he came up with the all this." She said indicating the list.

"Why did he even agree to let me back?"

"I asked him too."

"And he agreed?" asked and astonished Harry.

"Not at first but something changed his mind. One day he came home from work and said Ok he can stay but one false move and he's out."

"What happened to him at work?"

"He never said. I thought you should know anyway. I might not like your world but I can't condemn it." Replied Petunia leaving Harry alone.

Looking at the retreating form of his Aunt, he felt more and more confused. Glancing at the letter in his hand he turned it over and saw that it was sealed with wax blob. Looking at the blob he saw that it was inlayed with various runes and inscriptions. The writing above seal claimed that it was from Burk, Brown and Cloitus, Solicitors to the Wizarding Community. Knowing that now was not the right time to open this letter Harry put it in his pocket and continued with his list of tasks.

**

Susan Looked around the Atrium and tried to imagine what had happened here a few weeks ago. The place was the same as she had always seen it there looked to be no damage at all, but from what she had heard the fountain had been completely destroyed at the very least.

She had come to the Ministry with her Aunt. Every year she went with her Aunt to Ministry, and this year was no different. As normal they were going shopping in muggle London in the afternoon but the morning was always taken up with a visit to the Ministry. Her Aunt always claimed it was so she could check into the department and see if there was anything important for her, but Susan knew the real reason. She was the real reason that they came.

Every time that she visited with her Aunt she was dragged around the Ministry. As a young child she always thought that it was fun but now she knew the real reason. All of the time she was here she was being introduced to this person or that person in preparation for the time that she would start in the Ministry. Even these small connections that she was making would be invaluable if she started in the Ministry, as it was not so much how good you were but who you knew that sometimes determined what position you got.

Susan followed her Aunt into the lift still looking and thinking of that fight. Her insides were torn in two because of the fight. Half of her had wished that she was around when Harry and the rest had left for the Ministry because she had wanted to be with them, but the other half, her more rational half, had told her that she was no fighter if she had gone she would have died.

As the lift opened and they exited the thoughts of that fight disappeared. She was lead into her Aunts department taking note of the activity around. This was by far the busiest that she had seen it in all of the times that she had visited.

"Susan I won't be long why don't you make yourself useful and see if you can help out?"

"Ok." Replied Susan. This was also normal but it did allow her to learn how the Ministry actually worked. Glancing at the clock she saw that there were only a couple of hours before lunch and so set about helping around the best that she could.

She had been working for over an hour when this latest report made her stop. She was filing various reports of underage magic use that had happened in the past week. She recognised various names as she was putting them away and remembered that she had a small smile when she read the report of Marietta Edgcombe. From the look of the report she was still trying to remove the sneak from her face.

Susan had never really liked Hermione, always thinking that she was far too clever to be in Gryffindor and that contract had just underlined it, but the thought of the battle downstairs made her realised that the Hat was right to put her in Gryffindor. But this new report made her stop. She knew the name, in fact the inside of her wanted to know a lot more about this person, for purely research she tried to convince herself. Glancing round to see if she was being observed she read the report in full.


Yesterday at 16:47 an increase of magic was detected at **. We currently are unable to determine what spell, if any, was used. As this place is currently the residence of one Mr H Potter we are assuming that it came from him.

***

We will continue our normal monitoring and if anything else happens we will report it in the normal ways.

Underage Magical Detection Section.


Susan read the report again, the address and by the looks of it a whole paragraph were blurred out from her view. She had seen secure documents before but this was the first to do with someone that she knew. The security on the document meant that she was unable to read those parts unless she was placed on the correct clearance list but it did not stop her wondering. Was he in trouble? Was he ok? What did that paragraph contain? Why was his address so secret? Had Harry found away around the Magical Detection Section? Slowly putting the report away she hoped that some time in the coming year she could ask him, purely for research again of course.

Amelia looked out of her office door at her niece. The report on Harry must be about to come to the top of her pile. Almost on queue she saw Susan stop and glance round. Amelia kept the smile off of her face as her thoughts were confirmed.

For the past two days whenever the two of them were talking the conversation at some point would turn towards Harry Potter. Never directly, but it always did. Susan just kept talking about the defence club, or Quidditch matches but not always about her house playing, but always about Gryffindor. However much Susan had tried to hide it she was trying to find out everything she could about Harry Potter.

This last thing just helped Amelia come the decision that Susan was more than just interested in Harry. The look of worry that was on her niece's face had betrayed her, glancing at the clock she saw that there was almost an hour before lunch. For once she really did not want to stay any longer, she had found out what she had wanted but she must keep up the pretence. Looking back at the report in front of her she idlely wondered how would all of this affect her and did Susan really know.


**

Ginny and Gabrielle spent the whole morning talking about this and that. The two of them had walked round the garden a number of times talking and laughing at various stories. Ginny was surprised at the amount she talked, for some reason she found herself telling Gabrielle about almost anything that was asked of her but now the pair of them were sitting on the grass at the far end of the garden.

As the silence stretched between them Ginny thought about all they had talked about, she was surprised that she still knew very little about the girl. They had talk and in fact Ginny could not remember the last time she had had such a girly chat outside of school. Yes Hermione had come and visited many a time but the talk always returned back towards school and books, this was defiantly the first time that she had spent a whole morning just gossiping.

She thought about all that they had spoken, clothes, shopping, magic, Hogwarts. These topics had all come up but Ginny kept leading the discussion Gabrielle just walked with her and listened. The only topic that they had not talked about was boys. Ginny instantly assumed that was due to Gabrielle's age but on reflection many of the discussions that they had were far above what someone of her age would normally be talking about.

The silence continued as Ginny looked at what she would now call a friend. She saw the Gabrielle had her head down looking at the grass. From what she could see of her face she looked scared, what of Ginny did not know? Instantly she looked around afraid that she had missed something but she saw that they were still alone.

"You love him don't you?" asked Gabrielle without lifting her head.

Ginny was taken aback by this question. The quietness of the voice surprised her as much as Gabrielle demeanour.

"What?"

"You love him don't you?" asked again Gabrielle still not looking up.

"Who do you mean?" Questioned Ginny starting to feel very uneasy.

"Love is powerful you know. The love of a Mother, of a child, a friend, a husband, a wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, they are all different yet the same." Continued Gabrielle still in the same voice

Ginny just kept looking at the girl, had she just gone mad? What was she raving about?

"Do you love him?" Gabrielle questioned again.

Ginny looked around once more, they were still alone but she felt as if she was trapped in a small room. Whatever Gabrielle was asking of her seemed important but could she answer this girl with the truth? Her emotions were churning away but how could she get out of this one.

"Ginny I think that you are going to be part of my summer project but I need you to trust me."

Seeing a possible escape Ginny asked the question.

"What's your project?"

Gabrielle looked up at the older girl with her. Her insides were telling her to trust Ginny but she still did not know if they were right.

"My project ... is ... a secret." Gabrielle finally answered.

Ginny could not believe that answer, this girl was asking her something that no friend had dared to ask her. After only a morning of talking she would say that they had become friends but that question was unbelievable and then when she asked her quiet normal question she had been given the run around. She let her emotions fuel her anger, it was not true anger, but was enough for her to fight with.

"Well then, when you answer that question properly I MIGHT but only MIGHT answer your question. How dare you ask me such a personal question, you ...you... little girl." Spat Ginny springing to her feet and storming off into the wood at the boundary to the property.

Gabrielle was taken aback slightly at the word Ginny had flung at her and stared open mouthed as Ginny had stomped off into the woods. Closing her eyes she calmed her emotions down, this morning had been great for her. She had learnt so much just listening to Ginny talk about everything. She knew though that the conversation had never really ventured towards the subject she had wanted to ask.

When they had stopped she had sat down and thought about the time she had and she had to know the real answer. Fleur had suspected the truth but she was going to have to know the answer and preferable before she saw Harry. She studied the retreating form of Ginny as it was lost in the shadows of the woods. This was her chance, suspecting that she was not going to get many more she slowly go to her feet and walked after the fuming girl into the dark woods.

**

It was not long before Gabrielle found Ginny. Walking the worn path had lead her almost to the right spot. Near the ending of the path she noticed that the bushes were disturbed and so looked through. On the other side was a smaller less used path which she followed.

Cresting a slight rise she saw Ginny before her, she was sitting on a rotting log beside a small flowing stream, the noise of the water was soothing to the heart and the sunlight streaming trough the leaves gave the place a magical glow. Making only a little noise she walked down the path to the log a gentle sat down not too close to Ginny yet not very far away. She could hear the tears coming from Ginny's eyes, for whatever reason the she was crying, not hard but persistent. Gabrielle knew the reason, but it did not make the question any easier, she still had to ask it.

"You love him don't you?"

"What do you want of me?" asked Ginny through her tears.

Gabrielle waited, her Veela side telling her that Ginny was close to telling her everything that she wanted.

"Do you want me to tell you, yes? Then yes! I love Harry with everything I've got. I see him and I just feel that I have got to be there next to him. When he walks away I feel that the greater part of me is leaving with him. The short time that I've been back here all I can think about is him, stuck in that house without anybody to love." Cried Ginny finally letting go of her emotions.

Closing the distance between them Gabrielle gathered Ginny in her arms and hugged her as tight as she could. The emotions were rolling off the pair of them were overwhelming but she had to be strong for the older girl at least for the moment.

Ginny quickly gathered herself realising where she was and what she was doing. Her mind rebelled at the thought of her break down in front of someone so young, but it just felt right, something about all of this just felt right. She slowly pulled back and looked at Gabrielle. She was surprised to see that Gabrielle had tears in her eyes as well but before she could ask the younger girl started.

"You asked me a question and I think it's only fair that I answer it now."

"You don't have to if ..." quickly replied Ginny

"No I have to. You have to understand, have to trust, because my second greatest hope is that we can learn to share."

No exactly catching the hidden mean Ginny just sat there.

"You know what I am."

"Yes your Fleur's sister."

"Is that all?" asked Gabrielle with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Well you look gorgeous, have a wonderful personality and I find it easy to talk to."

"That all comes from my heritage, I'm part Veela."

"Like Fleur?"

"Not really. Fleur's Veelaside only really started to come out a few years ago, she had already developed fully as a witch and there is only a little Veelain her. I'm different. Just over a year ago my side started to develop. It got a bit of a kick start and it seems that I have a lot more Veelain me than her. It started to change me, not physically at first, but that came later. After a visit to my Grandmamma I learnt a lot about what was happening to me, soon I started to read everything that I could about it. After a year of research I have become one of the most knowledgeable people in this area of magic."

"Area of magic?"

"It is an area that very few can use. Velars are one of the few who are born with it. Normal wizards and witches can't use it or see it."

"You're talking about love aren't you?"

"Yes, yes I am. The power of love is powerful, but only a few can use it. Velars developed the power as a defence mechanism, who would kill someone they loved? Witches in the past have tried to learn this power but they found that it is not one that could be learnt from a book. Recently someone, a non Veela, has found out about this new power and that's my project I'm to show this person how to use their power, to train them."

"But you're so young!"

"Only in human years, my Veela side is at full maturity so even though I might look young inside I'm not. If I was a full Veela, by now I would be working and living my own life. If I dressed like a Veela and looked a little more like them no one would question my age. But no matter which school I go to I will not learn anything more about this magic than I already know."

Ginny started to process this information, the logical side was trying to fit the pieces together. The story sounded good but it was incomplete and then with one word the picture all fell together.

"Harry!"

Gabrielle dropped her head once more, how Ginny reacted would determine her next move.

"You're talking about Harry aren't you?"

"Yes." Replied Gabrielle simply.

Ginny though about this and tried to come up with the next logical question. Many were swimming around in her head but none of them dared to surface then one did. It was the same as what se had just been asked. So quietly she asked.

"You love him as well don't you? That's why you're here." Her mind did not even bother to wait for the answer, like a runaway train her thoughts came crashing out of her mouth.

"You wanted to see the competition. Wanted to see what you were up against. Oh very sneaky of you, I'm certain you'll do well in Slytherin."

Gabrielle tried to deny this but could not make herself be heard as Ginny continued.

"Well I love him more than you. There is no way I'm letting you waltz in here and take that away. He need more than a "little girl", why don't you pack up now before I get nasty." Continued Ginny who was now fingering her wand inside her pocket.

"Ginny please?" begged Gabrielle.

The tone of the Gabrielle voice tugged at Ginny's insides and made her stop her ranting but the fury was still building and wanted a release.

"Ginny just please listen to me for a few minuets." Receiving only a curt nod in response Gabrielle continued.

"You are right, in some of what you say."

"Hah!" triumphed Ginny.

"But in the rest you are not. Do I love Harry? Yes. But the rest is not true, you have to trust me."

That word, trust, kept coming from both Gabrielle and Fleur. This word, this request seemed important to both of them. Gabrielle had gained only a little trust that day and she had used that up a little while ago, but did she dare to take the chance. This was important, not just to her but to Harry, could she trust this person for a little bit more.

"Ok." Responded Ginny calming her running emotions and giving the girl one last chance.

"You love Harry. You love him with everything that you have got, you would die for him, now this instant, if it was needed. You feel complete when in his presence, your magic sings when you are near to him. How do I know this? Because that is how I feel, except I have my Veela magic as well. That side of me needs him, without him my Veela side will die. Without me Harry may not truly learn his new power, I uniquely can experience both sides as both the teacher and pupil."

Ginny looked at the distraught girl, however had doing it she was exactly right. She had guessed Ginny feeling perfectly.

"All I ask is that you join me in helping Harry. That is all that I request, if Harry does not want to love me in return then fine, if I can stay near him it would be better but if he decided that he wants me to go away then I'll go, no questions."

"What about your magic?" blurted Ginny not really thinking.

"My Veela side would diminish, it may even go. But I would still be a witch in my own right, not as good as one as I was but I would be fine. This is all I ask of you, leave it to Harry, don't force him, just leave it and see."

"You are asking me to believe all that you have told me. How do I know that you are not making this up?"

Gabrielle looked around the small clearing as if checking all was clear.

"If you truly love him I can show you that I'm telling the truth."

"How?"

"Close your eyes."

Ginny looked at Gabrielle again and saw that the younger girl had her emotions once again under control, she now looked like one of her school teachers. Whatever she wanted to think about Gabrielle the young girl could really control herself and her emotions. Slowly she closed her eyes but left her hand on her wand, just in case.

"Ok Ginny, a lot of this needs trust to begin with. When trust is lost, especially between those who love, everything is lost. I'm going to need you to trust me."

Listening to the words Ginny did not understand what Gabrielle wanted. She did trust her, didn't she? She felt Gabrielle take one of her hands in hers.

"Ginny, please relax and trust in me, in Harry. You are safe here, let yourself go."

The tension in Ginny's body started to slowly disappear as she listened to the soft voice. Knowing everything that she was being told to be true about this place she slowly let go of her wand and relaxed.

Gabrielle felt the connection begin to stir. Ginny's posture got more and more relaxed and as it did she started to feel the connection. She had never really done this before with anyone like Ginny. She had done something similar before with Fleur, but she knew that this should be possible.

Ginny listened to the sounds of the wood not knowing what was going to happed, then almost as thought someone was walking towards her from a distance she started to feel something very different. She started to feel differing emotions, sorrow slowly at first and then stronger and stronger, it was not her that was upset but she could still feel sorrow, and then a second emotion, determination to complete the job, frustration at Voldemort, at his Uncle. His Uncle! These were not her feelings, theses were Harry's. Instantly the connection was broken, her eyes flung open and looked straight into Gabrielle's face.

"It was Harry!" she yelled.

"Yes." Panted Gabrielle.

"You all right?" asked Ginny suddenly concerned at what the young girl had gone through.

"Just about, I've never done that before, you have a strong link to Harry but not to me and so it was difficult." Gabrielle shivered slightly and rubbed her legs together, her Veela side wanted its payment for such an abuse.

"You cold?"

"No Ginny I'm not cold?" replied Gabrielle knowing that she was going to have to explain.

"But you shivered."

"Not from the cold, it my Veela side."

"Your Veela side?"

"Yes, you saw me last night when everyone was asleep."

Ginny was stuck now, and her mind did not help.

"Well um...I..."

"It's alright I suspect we will get to see more of each other in the near future. My Veela side needs a mate, a companion, someone to love me. It is that love which powers my magic. I had to have some form of release as I had been using my Veela magic all day, and self "love" is all that I have at the moment."

"When you say love do you mean sex?"

"Not really, sex is one of the best ways to share your love but there are other ways."

"And so you shivered because you need a release, you need to be loved."

"Yes, but don't worry about it I can survive for the moment I'm not going to pounce on you or anything like that." Smiled Gabrielle.

Silence descended again, Ginny was taking in this new information far more rapidly than she liked. She was going to need lots of time to sort this all out but seeing the opportunity she went back to the earlier question.

"So that was Harry."

"Yes it was."

"What was all of that?"

Gabrielle smiled a warm smile. "Welcome to my world Ginny, for the past few weeks I have been able to feel Harry's emotions. In fact I have been able to take some of the pain from the more hurtful ones. What I tried to do was show you what I can see, you have a strong link to Harry and in time you may even develop the power to feel these emotions. It was the only way I could think of to prove me right."

"So what's wrong with him." Asked Ginny with concern.

"I don't know, I'm not that good yet but he's been like that all morning. The sorrow that he's been felling for the past weeks has boiled up."

"We have to go to him." cried Ginny springing to her feet.

"You don't think I'm trying to steal him from you then?"

Ginny spun round surprising herself with the answer she just felt that it was right one.

"No, I don't think so. You were right, I would do anything for him. If it meant that I had to share him I could live with that. So if you feel the same I can understand. Just one more question, for the moment, is every thing I feel true? Or am I like Ron when Fleur is around."

"How very perceptive of you. Until I talk to Harry I really don't know the answer. I suspect that there might be a little of Harry's influence but it would only work like this if you truly wanted it?"

"That I do." Replied Ginny with the answer coming straight from the heart.

Reaching out her hand to Gabrielle Ginny pulled her up but did not let go.

"Well then we had better get back. If mum saw us disappear for this length of time she might think that we were up to something naughty."

"Stop that, you're not the standing here dying to do something like that."

Both of the Girls let out a laugh that drifted up through the trees into the afternoon skies

**

Mrs Weasley lookup up out through the window for what she thought was the hundredth time. She had seen the two girls walk round the garden all morning. It was nice for her daughter to have another girl to talk to. Almost every school break Ginny stayed at home and except the occasional times that Hermione visited she had little or no contact with other girls.

As she had watched the pair it was easy to see that the two of them became friends fast. They talked and laughed like she did when she was there age, but then it all changed. They had sat on the grass at the far edge of the garden, they were not there for long before she saw Ginny jump up. It was clear that she was shouting at Gabrielle and then suddenly she had stormed off into the woods.

Molly had almost run out of the door as she watched. Ginny knew that she should not be leaving the grounds in this troublesome times but she kept herself in check. The confession that she had heard about Harry was still playing at her heart and she suspected that Ginny need some time to come to terms with it. It only pleased her slightly when she saw Gabrielle rise and follow in Ginny's wake.

It was then that Molly had started to look at the clock more frequently. She looked from the clock, to the window, to the cooking and then back to the clock. As each second passed her nerves increased. She liked giving her daughter some freedom but she just wished she was in sight. Almost at the moment that she could wait no longer she saw the pair return. They were holding hand and were laughing at something. This simple scène told her that she had been right to wait.

The pair of them entered the kitchen still in high sprits about something. Gabrielle disappeared upstairs as soon as she could. Ginny just waited in the kitchen watching her mother.

"So Ginny what do you think of Gabrielle." Asked her mother

"Well mum. I have to say at first I couldn't believe that I was going to have to spend the summer with such a young girl, but after talking to her she seems much older. It's surprising but we have a few things in common." Smiled Ginny.

"Oh such as?"

"Nothing important." Lied Ginny.

Molly did not believe the answer her daughter had just given but let it go anyway.

Ginny retreated out of the kitchen before anymore questions could be asked. The quiet of the living room was a relief as it gave her the time she needed to think. Her brothers had always been good at cooking up plans she just had to use her resources and see if she could out do them.

On there walk back from the woods Ginny could not get the feeling of Harry out of her head. No matter how much she told herself that he was safe and that she could not reach him it did not matter she just had to see him. It was then that Gabrielle explained that she could find Harry, but could not get close enough without the use of muggle taxis. Ginny was almost speechless at this announcement. She knew how to get close she just did not know the exact location. Between the pair of them they could do it, they could go and see him, and everyone be dammed.

Ginny had confidently told Gabrielle not to worry about the travel arrangements, but now faced with actually doing it she was beginning to lose her nerve. Stealing herself she looked back at the kitchen to see what her mother was now doing. Molly was sitting at the table knitting and listening to the wireless. Ginny hoped that her mother stayed to her normal pattern, she would sit there listen to the afternoon cookery programme before finishing cooking the evening meal. This would give her at least an hour to get everything ready.

Taking a small amount of floo powder she tossed it into the fire and called out "The Snokles". As soon as the flames changed colour she stuck her head in, she felt her head spin as the connection was made. Opening her eyes she saw the main room of her friend house. Calling out for Luna she waited for her to arrive, almost instantly the girl came running into the room.

Ginny felt her mouth drop as she saw Luna running towards her. She had seen Luna at school and during the DA but the person that was running towards her was almost completely different. Luna was wearing very little, her breasts were swinging madly because the small triangles of her bikini were offering little support. At school Ginny had been secretly jealous of the girls that were well endowed but Luna had never been amongst them, but those swinging breasts were causing her to reconsider the girl. The short skirt was waving madly and Ginny was certain that if Luna bent over or even just sat down she would be able to see her knickers.

"Hi Ginny, what do you want."

Composing herself quickly Ginny replied.

"Luna I really, really need a favour."

"Of course Ginny what do you need?"

Before she asked her question the swinging breasts made her blurt out another question.

"Luna where have you been hiding those?"

Luna looked down at her chest and gently cupped each one.

"Oh these, I normally have them in my clothes you know."

"I know, but they are so big."

"You think so?"

"I know so. So where have you been hiding those?"

"I normally don't wear anything as free at school. Here I can wear however much or little I like. I prefer to let them out at home, at school they will just make more fun of me."

Ginny's face in the fire shook slightly at he friend antics but the pain beginning in her knees reminded her that time was short.

"Luna, I need you to cover for me and a friend."

"A friend?" asked Luna wondering what Ginny was up to.

"Yes, you know Fleur Delacour, it's her sister. She staying with us this summer we need to get out for a few hours tomorrow. I'm going to tell mum that I'm over with you, will you cover for me."

"Well I don't know. I was planning on going to dads work. There an article I want to read."

"Please?" begged Ginny.

"Alright then but you'll tell me what's its all about it?"

"Of course thanks." answered Ginny pulling her head out of the fire.

Smiling to herself she sat back on the sofa, part one was done. All she had to do was now wait for breakfast tomorrow and with a little bit of luck, and good planning, she would be able to distract her mother long enough to get the pair of them out of here. Bursting with excitement she just had to tell Gabrielle the plan, she just hoped that she was finished upstairs.

**

Harry cleaned up the mess from lunch quickly and walked into the garden. Finding a small shady patch of grass he lowered himself to the ground and took out the letter. He had been putting off opening the letter but knew he must do it before Vernon came home.

As he had been cleaning all morning his mind tried to come up with any logical reason for a firm of solicitors to write to him. Every single time he thought about it the answer made him feel sad, this letter was only going to be bad news. Bracing himself he broke the seal, tiny blue and red sparks were emitted as he did so. Slowly he pulled the folded parchment from the envelope and began to read.

Dear Mr Potter,

We understand that it is currently a difficult time for you at the moment but some matters regarding your late Guardian have forced us to contact you now. We have been employed by Mr S. Black as the executors to his Will.

For the past four weeks we have been investigating the financial position of said Mr S. Black and we are now in the process of following his instructions. According to his instructions you have been left several legacies. These can all be found detained on pages two and three.

To help us finalise everything we would request that you stop by out offices and sign a set of paperwork accepting everything that has been left. Time is not crucial but we would like this matter to be cleared as soon as possible.

Once again we share in your sorrow and if there is anything you don't understand or you wish for some advice please don't hesitate to contact us.

Yours Regretfully.


P.R. Brown.

Harry got to the end of the letter and felt the past four weeks creep up on him. Every time he had thought about Sirius the sorrow came and then went but this time that did not happen. The loss and emptiness welled up inside until it bust out of his face.

He felt the tears rolling down his face and his sobbing shuddered his whole body. Why did Sirius have to go like that? Every time he spent some time with him Harry had felt better than he had ever done, but now that was gone. He was gone like his parents, he knew that he had not thought about their lost for sometime and now was not the right time now was Sirius's time.

Harry sat there letting the tears roll down his face for who knows how long. He remembered all he could about the time he had spent with his godfather, as each memory burst over him he felt like a warm gentle presence was with him. It seemed to stroke him and comfort him. Was this Sirius telling him that he was ok? Why did he have to go? This last question answered its self, Voldemort. Sirius would not have stood by letting Voldemort rule. He had and did stand up to him, it was the right thing to do.

The right thing to do? The right thing to do? What was the right thing for him to do? Fight, fight Voldemort he wanted to scream but how could he? Love, Dumbledore had said Love, but what could love do against that person. He had seen Voldemort and Dumbledore duel, it was amazing but what could love do against that. But something inside of him told him that he did have to fight, if only for the people who could no longer.


**

The rest of the day seemed to drag for Harry after reading his letter. His thoughts were always upon Sirius or his parents, why did they have to die? He was so preoccupied with these thoughts that he almost burnt the dinner. As the evening started to draw in he was glad to retire to the shed. The peace and quiet would be most welcome in this stressful day.

As soon as he pulled open the door he saw that the day was far from over. Sitting atop a garden fork was his faithful owl. Harry was a little surprised that he had neither seen nor heard from her all day. But now looking at her he understood why. As calm and proud as she could be she was sitting waiting with a letter tied to its leg.

"I hope that this is better than the last." Called Harry waving his other letter at her.

Hedwig just sat there waiting for Harry to remove the letter. Harry retrieved the letter and instantly recognised the writing on the front, it was from Dumbledore. Hedwig hooted once and the hopped to her normal place, closed her eyes and what Harry could only assume went to sleep.

Harry sat onto of his sleeping bed with this new letter in his hands. He was almost dreading opening it but resolved to do so anyway. Pulling the letter out he started to read.

Dear Harry,

I hope this letter finds you in better spirits than the last time we spoke. I have been informed that you have received official notification about Sirius will in the past few days. First off can I once again off my condolences. Sirius always did fight for what he thought was right and for his "family" and you were most defiantly his "family". I understand that you may wish to visit the Offices of the solicitors but please could you tell me so that I can arrange the travel for you.

At this time I know that it might be difficult to see a way forward but, there will be many changes this year. The fight is now on, but you must try and put that out of your mind and live the life that you want to live.

There are many questions that you probably want to ask and the foremost is How much longer. For once I can not answer that one. Not because I don't want too but because I don't know. We spoke about your new power and I have managed to arrange for an expert to train you. Unlike any previous times you DO NOT have to except this expert if, for any reason, you do not think that this person is appropriate don't hesitate to contact me and I will personally take over.

This expert should be contacting you within the next few days, it is she who will decide the final time for you to leave, but I must ask you to think before making any rash decisions.

I also have a request of you, I need your help. I have a friend that I would dearly love to take up the free position at Hogwarts this year. But feel that he will not accept under any condition that I can give him, but realise that you might be able to persuade him better than me. If this is acceptable to you I will contact you closer to the time.

Harry please don't let what happened last year to come between us as there is much I wish to teach you myself this year. Time is as normal shorter than we wish so I must leave you for the moment, but remember I'm here if you want to talk.

Yours

Albus Dumbledore.

When Harry reached the end he could not believe that this letter was true, something's in the letter just did not make sense to him. Dumbledore asking for help, Dumbledore wanting him to treat him like a friend. All of this was odd to Harry, the only thing in the letter the peaked his interest was this training. What was some woman going to show him?

As he closed his eyes and laid down, he could not image what this woman was going to be like. He just hoped that she was nice. With a small smile he drifted off into another peaceful sleep.