AN - James Potter turning down dates to Hogsmeade just so he can tell people he's going stag.

Oh and thanks for the reviews, guys. They totally made my day- I was totally walking around beaming like an idiot all afternoon. But my mom grew really concerned thinking I was IM-ing an 'online boyfriend' and I'm just like "Mother, no! I'm just happy people seem to like my writing," but I don't think she really believed me. Sigh. Even now, she's looking at me weirdly suspiciously from the corner of her eye. But yeah, thank you- I really appreciated them.

Also, unfortunately enough, I own none of the characters. They all belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling.

Lying down on his bed, The Boy Who Lived was freaking out. Images of times he had spent with Ginny kept flashing through his head like a film without sound. Rescuing her from the Chamber of Secrets. Teasing Ron about spiders on the Hogwarts Express. Playing Quidditch against Fred and George. Experiencing irrational feelings of jealousy when he saw any other guy so much as talking to her. Kissing her for the first time. Telling her he loved her. Her beaming and saying it back.

But all of those memories were tainted by the image Harry had of her and Dean. The image that seemed permanently glued to the front of front of his brain, refusing to go away no matter what he tried.

He knew what she'd done was unforgivable, but there was a part of him that was tempted to forgive her anyway, if only so that things could go back to the way they always had been. Back when he'd been convinced that Ginny was the girl he was going to marry.

Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley's cry of "Kids, breakfast!" interrupted his pointless musings and he made his way downstairs, promising himself that immediately after he was done eating he was going to sort things out with Ginny once and for all.

"I have a theory." Ron began unexpectedly, from across the dining table, "about Snape's boggart," he went on with his mouth full, spraying half-eaten pancakes on everything within a 5-mile radius.

"Seeing you eat like that?" Hermione questioned revolted, eliciting laughter from Harry and the rest of the Weasleys. Well, except for Ginny who had been moping in her room all morning and Ron who just flipped her off when he thought Mrs. Weasley wasn't looking. 'He really should know better by now,' Harry thought amused as Molly commenced her lecture.

"No actually," Ron said, resuming his tale enthusiastically, after his mom finished her tirade "I was going to say it was a cauldron of shampoo," he finished proudly. "Geddit? Because his hair's really greasy…" he tried meekly.

An endless silence followed.

"So, did you hear about that Hufflepuff with two brain cells?" Fred asked turning to his parents, when it became clear no one was going to say anything.

"Why," Ron interrupted, pouting, "is it that no one ever laughs at my jokes?"

"Because ickle Ronniekins, it just so happens," George told him gravely,

"That we got the humor in the family." Fred added, nodding seriously.

"And the brains," George supplemented, shrugging modestly.

"And the looks. Obviously." Fred winked.

Fortunately, before they could get any further, Percy cut in. "Hold on," he demanded incredulously, "did you just say Hufflepuff with two brain cells?"

"Oh yeah. What do you call one?" Fred asked, brightening.

"An impossibility?" Mr. Weasley tried, clearly bewildered.

"A Slytherin in disguise?" Mrs. Weasley wanted to know.

"A by-product of genetic mutation?" Hermione guessed, seriously.

"A side-effect of global warming?" Harry wagered, enjoying the looks of puzzlement he received from the Purebloods and the almost-pleased beam Hermione shot him.

Percy appeared deep in thought, while Ron just sulked and angrily stabbed his pancakes with a fork as if it had done something to personally offend him.

"Merlin's pants," Fred started, shaking his head in disappointment.

"You guys are dim," George chimed in, sniffing his disapproval.

"The answer's pregnant." They ended together slowly, as if they were afraid no one would understand them otherwise.

But before anyone could react, there came a loud pop and a note floated down in front of Harry.

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You're soon going to be dead,

Because honey, I'm coming to get you.

- You Know Who

Gasping as he raised his hand to his mouth in alarm, Harry turned to face the others- "Guys, I think Voldemort's back."

AN- Please, please forgive me for the shitty chapter.

Also, I'm afraid I have some bad news. I'm leaving for Europe tonight, which is why I'm not going to be able to update until June 26th. However, I'm seriously hoping you won't give up on this story because I intend to continue with this story as soon as I'm back. But yeah, feel free to leave a review telling me how you think my writing's turned to shit. I completely agree. You can use your own words though. Love you guys. Until next time-

Stacey