A/N: Hello again! I have a few things to say before this chapter starts. One: Dumbledore will be a genuinely good force in this story. He won't be a manipulator with a hidden agenda, just a powerful wizard trying to help Harry (and Ginny) in every way that he can. Two: I need your guys' help with a decision. I can either continue to do short chapters like this with faster updates, or longer chapters that will make the story flow better, and have more content. Which one should I do? The choice is up to you guys.

Disclaimer: I found out that the secret keeper is J. K. Rowling. Obvious choice much? Anyways, while I am going to attempt to acquire the Harry Potter rights, they still belong to Rowling. For now.

Memories flew by without rhyme or reason. A Christmas, spent joyfully with laughing family members. A birthday, spent locked inside a bare, stiflingly hot bedroom. Helping Mrs. Weasley cook breakfast, laughing whenever a slight mistake was made. Vernon Dursley, red-faced and angry, yelling about overcooked bacon. Then, more recently, a Halloween happily spent with friends. A school year, tainted with petrified students and fear. A diary, always there, always waiting to listen, not giving away it's true nature. Gradually, the memories began to fade as Harry drifted closer and closer to consciousness. His eyes snapped open, and he quickly realized that he was in the Hospital Wing.

Harry thought about the "dreams" that he had had. Some of the memories he recognized, but other ones seemed to belong to someone else. Ginny? Harry wondered. She was the only Weasley he hadn't seen in any of the memories. He nearly fell off his bed when he heard someone answer.

Wh- who said that?

Harry looked around furiously, looking for the source of the words, and noticed Ginny lying in the bed next to him, doing the same thing. Harry was hit with a wave of worry as he saw the youngest Weasley. Is Ginny alright? Oh man… if something happened to her I'll-

His train of thought was cut short as the voice answered. I think I'm fine, but everything hurts. Who's asking? It was at that moment that Harry remembered Ginny's soul splitting in two, and a piece of what he assumed to be his own soul flying out of him and into her. That voice… it must be her! They were speaking telepathically somehow!

Harry looked over at her and thought Ginny, this is Harry. Ginny's head immediately snapped over to look at Harry, and he saw that her eyes were open wide in shock.

"Harry," Ginny said physically rather than telepathically. "What happened? What's going on?" After their mental conversation, it was almost strange for Harry to hear someone speak out loud. Their conversation, however, was interrupted when Molly Weasley woke up.

"Ginny! Oh lord, we were so worried!" Mrs. Weasley stood up from the chair that she had dozed off in and gently hugged Ginny, making sure not to touch anywhere that was injured. "We found you two down in that Chamber, unconscious, and I was so worried! Thank heavens you're alright!" She broke off the hug and turned to address Harry. "And Harry, dear, thank you. I don't know what I would have done if Ginny had been killed!" She lightly hugged Harry as well. "Now, I need to go tell Dumbledore that you're awake! I'm sure he would like to speak to both of you." Mrs. Weasley bustled down the hallway, and Ginny and Harry turned their attention back to each other. As he looked over at Ginny, Harry noticed something odd. She had a streak of hair running down that was the exact color of his hair. As he noticed this, Ginny spoke in his mind again. Harry, you have some hair that's red instead of black. What happened down there? With shick, Harry looked at one of the mirrors across the room and noticed that he did, in fact, have a little bit of hair that was fiery red, rather than the normal jet black. He took some time before responding.

Ginny, I think we have part of each other's souls. Ginny just stared at Harry.

Souls?

Yes. After I stabbed Tom's diary with a basilisk fang, some sort of weird black tendril came out of it and reached into you. It grabbed onto something inside you and started to pull. I think Tom was trying to use your soul to save his own. Ginny gasped. I used Gryffindor's sword to cut the tendril, but for some reason your soul didn't go entirely back into you. It split into two pieces, one of which came flying into me. That's where I went unconscious, but I'm pretty sure that a piece of my own soul came out of me and went into you. As Harry told the story, he unconsciously sent the images of his memories as well.

"So now we can-" speak mentally? Ginny queried, shifting from physical speech to telepathy in the middle of her question.

I guess so. Their conversation was interrupted yet again as Dumbledore strode into the ward.

"Young Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said. "it is nice to see you awake!" Then, turning to Ginny, he addressed her as well. "And Ms. Weasley! What a coincidence that you two should awake at the same time! Now, first thing's first. I suspect you both are hungry?" Harry hadn't realized how starved he was until Dumbledore said something. Both preteens nodded furiously, and grinned when the headmaster summoned some breakfast foods with a twinkle in his eye. After a few minutes, once they were done eating, Dumbledore spoke again. "Now, Harry, what happened down in the Chamber of Secrets? Nobody but you knows the full story, and we need something to calm everybody down."

Harry told Dumbledore everything that had happened, but he hesitated when he got to the part about Ginny's soul, and he looked over at Ginny for confirmation. She nodded, so Harry took a deep breath and told Dumbledore about severing the tendril, half of Ginny's soul entering him, and part of his own leaving. Once he was done, Dumbledore sat for a few seconds in shocked silence. Finally, when he spoke, it was with great care and concern.

"Harry, I'll be honest, I have no idea what will happen. There have been a few cases in history of two people receiving small portions of the other's soul, but never anything even approaching half of the soul. I don't think either of you are in danger, but I need to do something real quick." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and whispered a spell under his breath. Harry and Ginny watched in shock as an orb rose from each of them. The spheres were a beautiful swirl of red and green, swirling violently. Dumbledore nodded, and the balls faded away. "It is as I suspected. That was a spell that is used to look at the condition of the soul itself. Normally, it is one color, although it may be different shades. In you two's case, however, it seems your souls have thoroughly mixed. They're still swirling rather quickly, which I believe indicates that they are still trying to find a way to fit with each other. For now, though, have you and Ginny noticed anything yet? Aside from the hair, that is."

Harry nodded and responded by telling Dumbledore about the telepathy. Dumbledore nodded. "Telepathy is typical for these types of bonds, although I've never heard of being able to send memories. It is more than likely that we will see more new things as the bond stabilizes. I would like you to notify me if anything does arise. For now, though, I believe I had best be getting back to Molly. She is still waiting in my office, and I believe that this is something she should hear. Don't worry, I can fill her in. You two should rest." Harry nodded and watched Dumbledore's back as he receded.

Once the headmaster was gone, Harry resumed his mental conversation with Ginny. A soul bond? What does that even mean? The two continued talking and speculating until they both fell back asleep at the same time.

A/N: Alright, that was chapter two! I promise more exciting things will be coming in later chapters! For now, though, I'm more focused on setting the stage. Thanks for reading, and please review!