Never Alone (Revised Sequel)

My ginga sista

While Molly gave the boys breakfast, I went back upstairs to try for a few minutes of sleep as I hadn't gotten any. I didn't bother changing out of my clothes, but just laid on top of my bed, trying to sleep. Just as I was about to fall into a hopefully peacful dream, I heard a booming voice that startled me so much that I fell of the bed, dragging the red covers with me. "GOOD MORNING, WEASLEYS!" Mr. Weasley bellowed from downstairs. I groaned as I sat up and rubbed my head. I decided that I was too lazy to get up so I just flopped back down on the wooden floor of Ginny's room with an exasperated sigh. Ginny had been woken as well, but she didn't fall out of her bed. Lucky bum!

"Morning, Alex," She yawned, stretching. Ginny and I have become good friends over my few weeks here. Especially since she had promised not to tell anyone about Jill. How did she know? I was talking in my sleep.

"Morning, Gin," I groaned from my spot on the floor. Ginny giggled at me as she got out of bed and walked to the washroom attached to her room. While I worked up the will to force myself to get up, Ginny took a quick shower. I finally forced myself to get up and sit on the bed while I waited for my ginger sissy. Ginny's like my little sis, and we tell eachother everything! She came out of the shower in a red tank top, black yoga shorts, and a purple robe. Growing up with six brothers, she's learned how to be modest. She tied the robe and combed through her ginger hair. Once her hair was good and tangle free, she looked around for her clothes. She found her burgundy cloak and jeans, but she couldn't find her jumper. "Maybe Molly's seen it?" I suggested.

"Maybe. I'll go ask!" She smiled and left the room, me following. She's been talking about Harry all summer so she was going to meet him.

*HARRY'S POV*

A girl with brown eyes and red hair bounded down the stairs as Mr. Weasley asked me the function of a rubber duck. "Mum," She said breathlessly. "Mummy. Have you seen my jumper?" Mrs. Weasley turned to face her daughter with a smile.

"Yes, dear, it was on the cat!" She answered. The girl looked around the kitchen for her cat, but her eyes went wide as she saw me. I now noticed that Lex at the foot of the stairs, looking like a bouncer.

"Hello," I said. She backed up and tried to run back upstairs, but Lex kept blocking her way. The girl finally got past, but Lex was right behind her.

"Ginny! Ginny, come on! Come back down!" Lex kept saying. Ginny just ran up the stairs.

"What did I do?" I asked worriedly.

"Ginny," Ron rolled his eyes. "She's been talkin' 'bout you all summer. It got rather annoying." I nodded and went back to eating.

"Come on, Gin! You've been talking about him all summer!" I heard Lex say from upstairs, her Australian accent fading. I looked at the stairs and saw Lex was dragging Ginny down the stairs. Ginny yanked her arm free and bolted back upstairs, Lexia close behind. It was like a game of cat and mouse! "Gin. Come. On," I heard.

"No, Alex! Let go," I heard Ginny protest.

"Ouch! Ginny, you bit me!" Lex whined. I could just imagine her having her hands on her hips as she said this.

"Nuh nuh nuh na nuh," Ginny mocked.

Lexi put on a very thick British accent, "Charlie bit me. Charlie, that hurt." I was laughing at that. Lexia and I watched the Charlie bit me video years ago!

"Charlie's home?" Mr. Weasley asked as he listened. There were whispers of excitement at this.

"No, sir. It's a muggle reference," I said. The talk died down, but Mr. Weasley looked even more interested. He asked about it, but Lex came stomping downstairs. I just noticed how she looked today. Even in black she was se- haw- cute. Merlin, Harry, slow down! Lex walked over to the table and took Percy's toast just as he was about to eat it and took a bite.

"Merlin, Alex, grow up," he grumbled.

"Read the shirt, Ministry wannabe," She responded as she took the seat next to me. Her shirt said 'I solemnly swear to never grow up.' She was still sarcastic, but there was something wrong with her. She wasn't as bubbly today, but she didn't want me to know why. I decided to let it go and just enjoy the Burrow.