Title: Harry Potter and the Prophecy's Other Half

Rating: K+

Author: HarryGinny

Beta: femaleprongslet

Disclamer: (Unfortunatly) I don't own anything but the plot, the rest belongs to J.K. Rowling and a bunch of others.

Ch. 1 The Burrow

Harry Potter awoke with a start. He gasped for breath. 'Where am I?', he wondered. But no sooner had he had the thought it than he realized, with a comforting feeling, that he was at The Burrow. All his memories came flooding back, from the joy of coming to the Burrow just a week ago, to that awful battle in the Ministry of Magic and, worst of all Sirius's…he couldn't believe it. His memories went from unbelievably happy, to mind-bogglingly sad. Fortunately the Burrow was helping him cope with the memories a lot better than Privet Drive. Yet the memory that, oddly enough, stood out from the rest was one with him and Ginny, sitting in the field behind the Burrow, less than a week earlier, that single moment where her lips had met his in a kiss. Then, realizing what had occurred, they split apart and, as Fred & George had so often made known, they both blushed redder than the Maroon sweater Mrs. Weasley insisted on giving Ron for Christmas every year.

Harry walked down the stairs towards the Weasley's kitchen. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he nearly knocked Ginny Weasley clear down the stairs. "I'm so sorry" he apologized, while both he and Ginny blushed beat red.

"It's nothing" Ginny responded "Uh, Harry…"

"Yes" Harry said, with a sharp intake of breath.

"Um…forget it" Ginny said forcefully. She was about to continue walking up the stairs when Harry stopped her and, implementing the plan he had hatched the night before, slipped a peace of parchment into her hand, and without a word he headed for the kitchen.

Harry sat in the small basement of The Burrow, wondering if Ginny had read the parchment and, if she had, whether she would come. His fears wouldn't come true however as he caught a glimpse of red hair coming down the stairs. Not that that was so unusual Harry thought, seeing as everyone in the Weasley family had red hair. But her hair was different it sparkled and shined like a sunrise.

"Hello Harry" Ginny started turning slightly pink "what did you mean by the secretive letter?"

"Secretive?" Harry asked.

"Meet me in the basement, tell no one, I think that's pretty secretive."

Harry laughed "I wrote that at 3:00 this morning, I suppose that was pretty secretive."

"Yes it was" Ginny agreed "Now I suppose, you didn't come here to talk about a note or about the Chudly Cannon's performance in Quidditch?"

"No" Harry chuckled "I suppose I didn't, now about a couple of days ago," Ginny went from pink to burgundy and Harry felt himself growing hot as well "did you mean it?"

A/N: Beta'd by the wonderful and amazing femaleprongslet Thanks to her, this story is back on track. I'm working on new chapters and she is editing the old ones, nice how it all works, eh?