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"Now what in the world did he mean with that?" Harry asked.
"You know what kid?" Severus asked. "I don't even care right now. We have some planning to do."
"Planning?" The smirk on the potions master face was nothing sort of mischievous.
"We're stepping out of the shadows with a bang kid." Harry figured he liked the sound of that and just smirked back as Severus plotted away.
Ginny Weasley found herself on her way to Romania on the very first week of her summer vacations. She was more than happy that her mother had deemed her marks in the exams completely satisfactory and gave her the green light to go with Charlie to the dragon shelter were he worked; she was going to do all the work her brother didn't want to do, she knew that, but she didn't really care. She would have some time for herself, some time to think.
The past year had been interesting to say the least. Not in a way that endangered her life interesting -thank Merlin for that- but interesting nonetheless. She had finally managed to break a little out of her shell and connect with girls her age, something she had found difficult even before the diary ordeal; growing up with six brothers and being homeschooled had never prepared her for that. But, once stepping out of the shadow cast by a teenage Dark Lord, she found out that yes, she could make friends and yes, she had things in common with girls her age.
Her schoolwork progressed marvellously, Gryffindor had won the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup and she hadn't been given any detentions whatsoever, even if she was considered the next most devious after the twins in her family. Ron had had yet another life threatening experience but he had pulled through and he and the twins had been grounded for it too. Fred and George because they gave Adrian some sort of magical map and Ron because he had given Mrs. Weasley such a scare. So, technically, with her vacation abroad, everything should feel great in her world.
But it didn't; not that she hadn't enjoyed herself. She had and she still did. Still there was that little, tiny, insignificant really, issue with a certain raven haired boy she knew. He had saved her life a year ago -and don't go to that dark place Ginny; Tom is gone, he is gone and he can't use you to hurt anyone anymore- had a hand in saving her brother's life this year and wasn't the Potter twin the world would have expected. Because despite her best efforts, Harry Potter had remained an enigma.
True, she hadn't reached that low to stalk him, but she had been quite close before persuading herself she was above that and that Harry, after saving her life, deserved her respect. And he definitely deserved his privacy, even if her curiosity was eating her from the inside out.
She had tried to form a list in her head of the things she new about him and the things that she wanted to know but couldn't dare to ask. The second list had been so impossibly longer than the first that she wanted to bang her head against the wall.
Things she knew; he was first in his year, despite Hermione's best efforts. He was great in Quidditch. He had saved her life, slaying a basilisk and vanquishing a Dark Lord and then had let his brother take the credit. He could cast a patronus that had a wolf form. He spent most of his time with Professor Snape and Neville. And that was really it. Oh, and he had ridiculously green eyes; but that was irrelevant, she scolded herself.
Things she didn't know; how come he was so good in everything magical if he didn't get the special training his brother received? How in the world did he manage to kill the basilisk when his brother, the Boy Who Lived, lay on the ground unconscious? Why wouldn't he tell he was the one who did it? If he was the one who defeated the basilisk, what else had he done that nobody knew about? Adrian had been given credit for stopping Voldemort during his first year in Hogwarts too; was Harry the one who really did that? And if he was, could it have been him who vanquished the Dark Lord in the first place? Could Harry Potter be the real Boy Who Lived?
The questions were endless and they were making her dizzy. She dearly hoped her time in Romania would help her clear her head a bit. That was her first thought as she woke up on a hot June morning and climbed down the stairs from her bedroom to the kitchen almost slipping a couple of times in her haste. Charlie would come to pick her up in a few hours and she just had the time to eat breakfast, get dressed and search around the house for forgotten objects. In that order exactly as she wanted to have some time to digest before she used the portkey to Romania.
"Morning, Mom!" She called to her mother as she plopped on a chair and started filling her plate with breakfast; now this was something she would miss. Molly Weasley was a mean cook. The only one awake besides her mother was Percy who was getting ready for an interview at the Ministry of Magic. He was nervous to the extreme and his hands were shaking as he poured himself -and the table- some tea. "Morning, Percy!" Her brother just nodded while her mother let down her wand and hugged her.
"Oh Ginny! I'll miss you so much!" The girl rolled her eyes at her mother's reaction. She might have agreed, but it was hard to see her only daughter leave the house during the summer for the first time. When Ginny had tentatively reminded her that she wasn't in the house most of the year anyway, her mother had insisted this was just different and that she couldn't believe how much her baby girl had grown up. Ginny believed she was overreacting but couldn't deny she would miss her mother just as much. Somehow this vacation felt different than going to school, but she wasn't going to admit that openly. Merlin knew her mother didn't need any other reasons to try and make her change her mind.
"I'll miss you too, Mum, but it's only going to be a month; I'll be back for the Quidditch Cup and most of August." The Weasley matriarch nodded and added a few more scrambled eggs on her daughter's plate. Ginny didn't think she could manage to eat all that, but opted to say nothing.
"I know I'm being unreasonable but…"
"She's afraid of how she'll cope with five male Weasleys in the house and no female company to keep her sane." Arthur Weasley stated, entering the kitchen and kissing his wife.
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