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Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was a warm summer morning as the Hogwarts students prepared for the last visit into Hogsmeade of the year. It was Harry, Ron, and Hermione's seventh and final year, and the trio had been anticipating the visit into Hogsmeade just as much as the other 7th years. Not only were there numerous "celebratory events" scheduled to happen for the day, but there was also the grand opening of the second location of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes in Hogsmeade that very same day. Ron and Hermione waited impatiently at the foot of the stairs in the common room watching their fellow students file out the door laughing and hiding many parcels under their cloaks, mysteriously shaped like bottles of Firewhiskey and the occasional box of Canary Creams. Seamus didn't even bother to hide his box containing a portable Jungle, a newer development from WWW.

"Ron, please go check on Harry!" Hermione groaned. "What could be taking him this long?"

With a nod, Ron vaulted up the staircase and flung himself into their dormitory. He wasn't too shocked to find Harry sitting up in bed sweaty and clutching his head.

"Harry, mate! We're supposed to be leaving for Hogsmeade now! Didn't I leave an hour ago with you just waking up? What happened? Did you have another dream?" Ron blurted.

"Surprisingly no, Ron," Harry said slowly and carefully. "I just can't sit up without getting amazingly dizzy and nauseous." He smiled meekly at his best friend.

Ron groaned. "Man you can't be sick for this day! And we don't have time to find Madam Pomfrey if we want to catch a ride into Hogsmeade with the thestrals!" he said referring to the carriages which were brought out for the last Hogsmeade visit of the year. Just then a thought formed in his head. "Hey, I know! I'll send Ginny up here to help you! She's got this brew of stuff she makes that helps boost anyone! I bet that'll help!"

"Thanks Ron, I'm willing to try anything to make me feel better," Harry replied. "Send her up if she hasn't already left. But then you go ahead with Hermione and I'll catch up later. I'll ride my broom or something if I feel up to it."

"Right-o! Lemme see if I can nab her!" Ron scrambled down the stairs, brushed past Hermione and skidded to a halt in front of Ginny who was about to walk through the portrait hole. Her boyfriend, Dean Thomas already on the other side got a "Sorry mate, go on without her!" before the portrait was slammed in his face. Hermione raised an eyebrow as Ron dragged a shrieking Ginny towards her.

"What the hell were you thinking? I mean, we've been going together for quite some time now! And on our last time in Hogsmeade together! Let GO of me! Do you really want a Bat-Bogey Hex! Aaarghhh!" Ron had simply lifted her off the ground to avoid one of her flailing legs.

"Ginny, dear, our poor Harry is sick. Would you mind ever-so-much to get him some of that special Immunoboost you have so cleverly come up with?" Ron said sweetly.

Ginny stopped flailing long enough to glare at him. With a "Hmph!" she broke free of his grip and began to march towards her own dormitory. Dean, who had come back into the common room, took his leave after she promised to meet him later. With that Ron and Hermione left Ginny marching up to Harry's room with a bottle of her Immunoboost in hand.

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Within a few minutes of taking the Immunoboost Harry was feeling much better. He drew the curtains around his bed to change while Ginny looked at the photos of his parents on his dresser. "Wow, Gin, I owe you. You're gonna make a heck of a mediwitch someday. Ron's lucky to have you as a sister. Heh, wish you were my sister too, kid!" He chuckled. Ginny grimaced.

After a bit of silence Ginny had cooled down. Picking up a picture of a waving Mr. and Mrs. Potter she said "Wow, Harry…I know everyone always says it, but you look so much like your Dad." When Harry was quiet behind his drapes Ginny continued. "I can't imagine what it must be like Harry. I've seen you go through all these years fighting Vol-Voldemort all by yourself with no one to really understand you. I mean, you've got Ron, and Hermione, but they aren't your parents are they? And how can they really realize what you are thinking? And no one is really there to be there for you…" Comfort you…she thought as she trailed off. She put down the picture and turned around to see a shirtless Harry staring her. She quickly averted her eyes towards the floor. Oh my goodness! She thought. Who would have thought he would LOOK like that under…No! She forced herself to stop that thought. I'm with Dean…Dean is my boyfriend and we have a good relationship! Although that was just a plain lie. She and Dean had been fighting a lot, as she had noticed Dean flirting with a lot of other girls recently.

"Gin?" a still shirtless Harry said, forcing her to look up at him.

"Hmm?" she replied trying not to blush.

"You are one heck of a kid…no one's really understood like that before. Than-" but before he could finish his words Ginny cut him off.

"You know what Harry? In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a kid anymore! And frankly I'm sick of you calling me one!" With that she stormed out of the room, leaving Harry to with lots to think about.