Aww thanks guys!! Sorry for so long without an update...inspiration hasn't really been hitting with all my school work

Here is the rest of chapter Fifteen. Enjoy!

It took what seemed like forever for me to finally feel like I had created some sort of block in Harry's mind. I had no idea as to how long it was going to last or how effective it was going to be, but I had done my best. I had reached as far in to his mind as I could go, putting up a mental shield as soon as I hit the point in his mind where things were fuzzy, scattered occasionally with thoughts or emotions that definitely came from Voldemort.

I collapsed back down on the bed, resting my head against the bed post and closing my eyes. I felt Harry sit next to me and wrap an arm around my shoulder. I moved my head so that it was resting on his shoulder (which was far more comfortable) and enjoyed the silence of the room.

That was until Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George came piling in to the room without so much of a knock.

"Sorry to interrupt what we are sure is a tender moment," said Fred, sitting down on a wooden chair.

"But we feel like some explaining needs to be done," said George, popping what I assumed was a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor bean in to his mouth.

"Is Mr. Weasley alright?" Harry asked.

"He's fine," said Hermione, sitting on the ground and pulling his legs to her chest. "They've gotten him to St. Mungo's. We wanted to go and visit but the doctor said he would be able to come home tomorrow."

"It looks like they got to him just in time," said Ron quietly.

I gave Ron the most reassuring smile I could muster.

"We owe you a big thank you," said Ginny with a smile.

"Yeah, without you I'm pretty sure my dad would be gone," said Ron, even quieter than the first time.

Harry nodded solemnly. They didn't know that Harry had seen the whole incident as if he was the snake, and to be quite honest I didn't feel like it was something that needed to be discussed right now. All that mattered was that Mr. Weasley was safe and that they were going to make him better. All the other details were moot points.

"So, why did you two come flying up here?" asked Hermione, observing Harry's arm around my shoulder with a little smile. She was happy for me.

"I was trying to block Voldemort from being able to access Harry's mind. Well, or at least stop Harry from slipping in to Voldemort's mind before he becomes aware of it."

Everyone was silent for a couple of moments, just staring at me.

"You can do that?" asked Ginny, her eyebrows going up in amazement.

"Well I'm not exactly sure that it completely worked, but I tried my best." I let out a sigh. Who knew such a thing could be so mentally taxing?

"Well as long as it holds under Professor Snape gets here tomorrow, that's all that matters," said Hermione with a reassuring smile.

"Sirius told us what happened mate," said Fred upon Harry's confused expression. "And don't worry about how you saw it."

"Or what perspective you saw it from," chimed in George.

"All that matters is that you saved our dad," said Fred.

"The rest is irrelevant," concluded George.

All of us began to chuckle at how connected Fred and George seemed to be. In attempt to keep things light hearted Fred and George pulled out a box of new chocolates that had invented that tasted like whatever you were craving in that moment.

Harry and I stayed on the bed, his arm wrapped around me. I could feel his cheek pressed against the top of my head, and the happiness that everyone felt for us. They had all been waiting for the day this would happen, and they were pleased that the wait was finally over. Well...almost all of them.

"Hey Ginny, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked when the others were distracting with a game of wizards chess.

"Sure," she said. I led her out in to the hallway after giving Harry an "it's okay" smile.

"Everything alright?" she asked.

"I want to make sure we're alright," I said with a little smile.

Ginny shifted her feet uncomfortably. "I don't want you to think that I'm not happy for you, because I am. You've been like a sister to me all these years and whenever I've needed you, you've been there."

Her mind flashed back to our second year, when Ginny had confided in me about the journal and her desire to get rid of it. I had been the one to tell her to throw it away, and I had helped Harry and Ron rescue her from the chamber.

"But all those things don't change the fact that you have feelings for Harry."

She gave me a small smile. "I wish they did."

"I do too," I said, resting my hand on her shoulder.

"If you're worried that things will be different between us now, don't be," said Ginny, giving me a stern look.

I smiled. "I know they won't be, I just want you to know that I understand."

Ginny let out a laugh. "Of course you know! You know everything!"

I laughed as well, giving her an innocent shrug of the shoulder. She smiled at me brightly.

"Have you told Seamus?" she asked.

I let out a deep exhale. "Not yet. I want to do it in person."

Ginny nodded. I one eyebrow went up as I caught a drift of her thoughts. "You know I could let you know when I'm going to tell him, you know, incase you wanted to be nearby?" I said, looking around the room innocently.

Ginny gave me a little punch in the arm. I smiled at her.

"You'll be the first to know," I said, before opening the door and leading her back inside.