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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did.

Prologue

At the end of Harry's 4th year:

"Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower the following evening. From what Hermione and Ron told him, Dumbledore had spoken to the school that morning at breakfast. He had merely requested that they leave Harry alone, that nobody ask him questions or badger him to tell the story of what happened in the maze. Most people, he noticed, were skirting him in the corridors, avoiding his eyes. Some whispered behind their hands as he passed. He guessed that many of them had believed Rita Skeeter's article about how disturbed and possibly dangerous he was."

Goblet of Fire

J. K. Rowling

Harry didn't mind this. It was perfectly enough for him, that his two best friend and Ginny were talking to him. Although, Ron and Hermione decided to dance around the elephant in the room. Ginny, on the other hand, was perfectly willing to talk with him about Cedric, Voldemort, and everything, that just happened. She didn't force him, just made it clear, that she was there for him. So Harry talked with her in the evenings, when they were alone in the common room.

On one of these nights, they were sitting in front of the fire.

- I think, you should find something to occupy yourself, while you are forced to stay at the Dursley's. - said Ginny.

- What do you mean? - asked Harry sceptically. - It's not like I have too many choices there.

- For example, you should start preparing for the war and help with the war effort…

- You do realize, that I'm still underage, right? And I still can't do magic outside of the school! - Harry couldn't even imagine, how Ginny even came up with that idea of hers.

- Of course, I do know that, Harry! - huffed Ginny. - You know, not everything is about doing magic!

- Please, enlighten me, Miss Ravenclaw... I'm lost here! - said a now confused Harry, trying to think about something, he really could do.

- First of all... You trust Griphook fully, don't you? - asked Ginny secretly.

- Yeah, and? - Harry asked, still in the dark.

- You said that the goblin council still can't decide, who is right and what they should do with the whole situation. - continued Ginny.

- Yes, that's what Griphook wrote me yesterday, but we can't do anything about that… I can't even convince our own Minister… what could I do with that?

Ginny took a big, calming breath.

- Directly nothing, Mr. Potter. But we both know, that goblins can access the subconscious mind and see the memories there. We also know, that they can make oaths about memories like that, and that they are regarded as the truth, because these memories can't be tampered with, unlike conscious memories. - explained Ginny patiently.

- So you think, that I should let Griphook into my mind and show him what happened in the cemetery?

- Exactly! Then he can go to the council meeting and prove your side of the story, thus they can start to prepare for the war in time.

- You are brilliant, Gin! - exclaimed Harry. - I was planning to go and visit him in the bank anyway, as I always do at the start of the summer.

Ginny smiled smugly. As Harry looked at her, he got the impression that this was only a little part of her plans. So he stood up and started to get some things.

- I'll be right back! - he told Ginny, already halfway up the stairs.

Ginny didn't know, where Harry went, but she patiently waited for his return. After a single minute, he came back, sat back down beside her and got ready to take notes, like he would in class. He already scribbled down:

Things to do in the summer:

* show Griphook the memory about the cemetery…

Then he looked up at Ginny, waiting. Ginny amusedly looked back.

- You don't honestly want me to dictate that list for you? - asked him unbelievingly.

- I can see you have a lot of other plans in your mind and seeing as mine is empty… - said Harry, while looking at Ginny with big, innocent puppy eyes.

- Boys! - she huffed, but the corner of her mouth was twitching into a smile. - Alright. Let's see…

For about 2 minutes, Ginny simply sat and intently watched the fire in front of her. Harry gave her all the time she needed. He knew perfectly well, how brilliant she could be.

- Okay, I think, I got it together…

And with that Harry started to write down everything she said to do over the summer.