THIS IS A REWRITE (author's note at the end)

Panting, Harry abruptly woke from his third nightmare of the night. His record was five. Images of the basilisk and the chamber of secrets plagued his dreams, along with the paling face of Ginny Weasley. Harry realized that if the events of his second year were rough on him, they sure as hell were hard on her. He knew all about bad dreams, but almost seeing a friend, no matter how close you were, die was not a pleasant experience per say. When the dreams were about his parents, Harry was okay. He was helpless to prevent his parents' deaths since he was just a baby. The seeds of guilt would always remain; however, the guilt did not cloud his emotions. Watching Ginny's soul be drawn from her body before his very eyes hit image came at full force, with the basilisk's ugly head rearing right beside it. Even his own adventures had not prepared him for watching a friend suffer and be in danger. A person with an upbringing such as Harry does not view his life the same as he would view a friend's. The Chamber, however, flipped his perspective entirely. If he felt that helpless watching his best friend's little sister, who he barely knew for that matter, almost die, at least one person would fear his death as well.

Upon the realization that hisㅡyes, his lifeㅡ was just as valuable as any other person, Harry realized a change was in order. A pattern was forming. Danger had found him during his first two years of Hogwarts, and his relationship with trouble made it unreasonable to hope for a change. Harry had to wake up and change his life if he was going to live past twenty. Somebody was going to miss it, just like he would have missed Ginny and his opportunities to get to know her if he had been too late.

The next morning, Harry woke from a restless night with a new purpose. He was going to change his attitude towards life and hopefully help others along the way. The minute Harry was dressed and ready for the day, he did as many push-ups as he could, though his malnourished body performed abmissally. After that he rushed down stairs to cook breakfast for his so called family. He hid some food for himself so that he had a chance of gaining more muscle. Harry booked it out of the house once breakfast was finished and ran around the block before returning to receive his chores for the day. He figured these chores could help him with endurance if completed the right way.

At the end of the day, Harry picked up a quill to write a letter. This was a special letter, since he had never exactly had a normal conversation with this girl before. He was writing Ginny, and he was doing the same thing he wanted somebody to do for him after all of his hardships. Harry knew Ginny wasn't okay, no matter how many letters Ron sent him arguing the contrary. Harry always had to depend on himself and himself only, but he did not wish that same fate on anyone else, least of all Ginny. He would be there for her, no matter the consequences.

Hey guys! I'm rewriting this story because my writing was atrocious whenever I wrote this. The plot may change a bit to. Just remember that this is just for fun because why not. Also, I was getting tired of the stereotypical Harry/Ginny stories where Ginny is a helpless damsel in distress. She wouldn't be that weak with 6 older brothers and being raised with not a lot of money. Also, the development of most Harry/Ginny stories is just flat out cringy. That's not for me. The remaining chapters should be longer.

Well, hope y'all enjoy this, SS