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CHAPTER SIXTY: TWISTED SENSE OF FATE

A/N: You know how in the author's note of the last chapter, I said that there was still two chapters left? Well, I made a very stupid mistake. This is the last chapter in this story. SURPRISE! (Not really) The sequel, which I've decided to title "A Twisted Sence of Destiny" will be out sometime in the first two weeks of March, depending on how my other deadlines and things go. I'll probably be posting the "inbetween-quel" (A Twisted Summer) between then and now, on a sparatic basis. I hope that you like the first part of this story. It's strange to think that when I started this, I wasn't planning on doing a sequel, or and inbetween-quel, or even writing sixty chapters. Thank you SO much everyone for all of your great reviews!

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Ginny was suddenly scared. 'What if this doesn't work?' she thought. All this time, she had said that it would work, she had told them that she couldn't live a life as a ghost. It was Ginny that had begged them to understand, and now she couldn't understand why she was risking giving it all up. "I hope," she murmured, in a volume that she was certain that no one else could hear, while giving a nod to Harry.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Harry and Ginny could almost read eachothers' thoughts. Through their gazes, only love could be seen, and Harry gently tapped the backside of her map, turning it off. The entire room watched as the light from Ginny's map dimed, only to expand. The light, which was only a fraction of the original light that obsorbed Voldermort and his followers, began to swirl around in a circle, creating a typhoon directly below Ginny's 'spirit.' It spun, faster and faster and faster, sucking her into it.

Her fear took over her as she was pulled into the vortex, spinning her, and blurring her vision. She regreted her decision to have the map turned off. "NO!" she screamed as the last of her energy was absorbed by the map. Everyone was stunned, but they were shocked when Harry threw down the map suddenly. More so, they were afraid when they saw that same piece of parchment burst into flames. Although they were brilliant in colors, they were terrifying to look at. It was as if they were seeing Ginny die.

And they watched, unblinking, as the paper burned into ashes of paper. There was nothing left of their daughter, their sister, their friend, mother and love. Nothing to hold on to, or talk to, or to watch. She was gone, forever, leaving behind all the people who loved her, and an empty shell of a body and a pile of luminous ashes.

"Why are they glowing?" Harry asked the group, "Ashes don't glow, they smolder."

"I don't know Harry," Mr. Weasley replied, "I don't know."

"Maybe she's not-"

"Harry," Billy said swiftly, "Please don't, just don't go there again."

"But I was right last time!" Harry demanded. "Why isn't it possible that I am right again?"

"Because she said it herself that this might not work."

"But Ron, do you really think that there isn't a single chance that she's not coming back again?"

"Where were you just now Harry?" Percy questioned. "Did you miss the entire part of the story when the ghost is sucked into a spinning orb of lights and then the map that held her energy is errupts in flame?"

"No, I was here," Harry whispered.

"I believe you Harry," Hermione said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Honestly 'Mione, you can't be serious!" Ron was in complete disbelief. "How can you still believe that she's alive?"

Hermione shook her head at Ron. "Because I still have hope."

"Umm, not to interrupt-"

"Not now Charlie," Ron spat, not wanting to loose his momentum in the arguement with Hermione.

"Yeah, well just so you know," Charlie said, "that lifeless pile of ash that everyone keeps talking about is getting brighter."

The argument stopped as, in unison, everyone turned their heads to the ground. They were glowing, and they were getting brighter and brighter. Watching closely, Harry noticed something at the center of the pile, but he wasn't the only one to see it.

"What's that?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure, but this all seems so fimilar, like I've seen it happen before," Harry said, looking closer at the object.

Slowly, the ashes started to rise as a pair of wings shot out from the mound. But, it wasn't like the wings of a normal bird. These wings had that same radiance to them that the map did when it was glowing. In fact, the wings appeared to be made entirely of a faint light. As they stretched and then wiggle, it cleared some of the mess from around what formed a small head, body and eventually, a tail.

"I know where I've see that before!" Harry exclaimed. "In Dumbledore's office, during our second year."

"What is it?"

"A pheonix," he said excitedly. "When they die they burst into flames, and then rise from their own ashes, reborn."

"So does this mean that Ginny is being reborn?" Ron asked.

"At least her energy," Harry answered.

"She said something about the light from her map forming a pheonix, before it destroyed Voldermort," Hermione said, as she watched in awe.

This tiny ball of fluff, that glowed and beamed, took to the air, floating and flying around and about the area. It dipped and dived, floating around the on-lookers. It swirled, under Hermione's robes, tickling her stomach until deciding to exit through her sleeves. It gently caressed the faces of Maggie and James, while it smack straight into the back of Ron's head. Circlces were formed in the air behind the pheonix like pixie dust behind a faerie, but these streams made it's recipients feel grounded instead of lighter than air. It settled their pained hearts and made them feel calm.

The pheonix, although bursting with energy and aching to flutter about came to a dead stop infront of Harry. It hovered their, maintaining eye contact, until Harry raised his arm and placed his hand under the tiny creature, allowing it to rest there. It saddened, bringing the level of joy that recently filled the room down. Beating it's little wings, rising slowly into the air, the pheonix regained it's bouce and fluttered about the room once again, but this time, when it reached Harry, it lightly brushed against his face.

With an increasingly high amout of energy, the pheonix speeded towards the bed where Ginny's body was laying. Nose diving, it headed straight for her, and in amazement, the room watched as it collided with her body, splitting like a wave splashing against the cliff. On impact, it made her tense and caused her chest rise. Her eyes shot open as she gasped for air. But when her body relaxed and collapsed back to the bed, her eyes settled back into a sleeping look of peace. The gentle rising and falling of her chest alerted them that she was breathing, but the pale look to her face made her appear as though she was still dead.

Madame Pomfrey was called, and as the woman moved aside the curtain barrier, they realized that everyone else who was occupying the room was gone. Although later they found out that they had all been healed or sent to another hospital, at the time being, the room had an empty and frightening feeling to it.

"Are you ready for her to be transfered to the morgue?" the tired woman asked.

"What?" Molly gasped. "Poppy! No, no. You've been working too hard for too long today."

"Yes, I have been," she replied weakly, "I should have known that you would want more time alone with her body to grieve."

"Poppy," Arthur said, "open your eyes and take a look. Does she look dead to you?"

Unsettled by the question, but realizing that he had just lost his only daughter, the weary medi-witch, played along with the man. "Arthur, I'm sorry to say that I examined your daughter my-self but an hour or so ago, and I'm afraid that she's-" her face tensed and her eyes widened, "she's breathing! I don't understand it-"

"It's a long story," Arthur started.

"One that you'll have to hear another time," Molly finished, "right now, we just want you to make sure that she will be alright."

Madame Pomfrey took her time, checking and double checking Ginny. "From what I can tell, she's going to be fine," she said as the room let out a sigh of relief, "she's just tired. It seems as though the energy has been sucked clear out of her-"

"You could say that," Fred interrupted.

"But," she finished, "Ginny's going to be fine. Just needs a few days of rest."

"Good, that'll leave time to prepare a room here at school for her."

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said startled, "You really need to stop doing that."

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said, "I'll try to remember to make a loud noise the next time I enter a room, so that my speaking won't disturb you."

"Albus, what do you mean by 'prepare' a room?" Mrs. Weasly asked, "She's already got a room, with the other sixth year girls, hasn't she?"

"Yes," he replied, "if she still would like it. However, I thought that perhaps, under the circumstances, that she would rather have a private room. I also believe that her roommates would appreciate it." There was a moment of silence. Everyone was thinking it, but no one was asking it. What about Harry? "There is still the question, though, about what to do with Mr. Potter-"

"What do you mean, sir?" Harry asked.

"You Mr. Potter, being the father of the twins, should take an equal responsibility in caring for them-"

"I intend to!"

"I know Harry," Dumbledore said, calming him, "that's why I would like to suggest that the two of you have your own room."

"Share a single room?" Molly asked.

"Not exactly."

"Then what exactly Albus?"

"Well, Arthur, I was thinking more of having separate two rooms, with a common room and a nursery. Similar to a 'suite'" he proposed.

Harry suddenly became excited. All the nervousness that was there before was lifted when he heard that the Headmaster wanted to give them thieir own suite. "Really?" he asked.

"Only," Dumbledore warned, "only if it is alright with the Weasleys."

The room, once again, filled with a unbearable silence. "It's alright with me," Fred said, "if it's alright with George."

"Fine by me," George replied, "if Bill's okay with it."

"No problem here, Charlie?" Bill responded.

"Only if Percy doesn't find a problem with it," Charlie said, taking turn in the amusement of the situation.

"Seems rather logical. But Ron's got the vote," Percy reasoned.

"If I get visiting rights, I'm fine with it," Ron said, promptly recieving a smack upside the head from Hermione. "What?"

"I believe that the Headmaster was referring to your parents when he said 'the Weasleys,'" Hermione answered.

"No matter what he was referring to, he said 'the Weasleys.' And, besides this is like a family tradition. A lot of decisions were made like this."

"But your mother and I still hold the deciding votes, Ron," Arthur said.

"Well," Molly sighed, "it's alright by me, if you think it's a good idea."

"I think," he said looking at Harry, "that it's a great idea."

"Then it's settled!" Dumbledore said, smiling at Harry. "We shall begin work on the rooms tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, that way they will be ready for when Ginny is released from the hospital wing."

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"Harry?" Ginny asked, slowing to turn around, "Where are we going? We just passed the entrance to the common room."

"Who said that we were going to the common room?"

Ginny got a confused look on her face. Maybe she wasn't processing things as fast as she normally would have been, but she still didn't understand where they were going. "I just assumed that since we're going to be staying at Hogwarts for the last week of summer, that we'd be staying in the tower. But, as long as we aren't going back to the hospital wing, I'm happy. I swear, Madame Pomfrey kept me there for that extra week after I woke up, just to torture me."

"Just be patient." Harry said, leading her slowly around the corner from the portrait of the Fat Lady. When they got to a painting of a beautiful white pheonix, Harry stopped and looked at it for a moment. It reminded him of the pheonix that saved her, and the twins, and it mostly reminded him of the pheonix that brought her back to life. It was why, during the week that she slept, that Harry requested it. A constant reminder of what they had been through.

"Harry, what are we doing here?" Ginny asked.

"Ginny," he said, taking her hand, "I love you."

"Don't be silly Harry, what are we doing here?" she asked again.

"I'm being serious. With everything that's happened over the past year, I've come to realize that I can't live without you," He paused to wipe a tear from her cheek, "and I don't ever want to."

"You don't have to say this Harry-"

"But Gin, I want to say this. I have to say this!" Harry interrupted. "I love you. You've taught me that love is more important that anything else. You've taught to never give up hope, and to keep fighting. You've taught me that 'Love can overcome anything.'" With Harry's last word, the painting behind him slowly creeked forward, only an inch or two, but enough for Ginny to realize that there was another reason for coming to this specific place.

"Harry?" Ginny asked, "What are we really doing here?" Creeping around him and placing a hand on the frame of the picture, she asked him, "What's in here?"

"I don't know."

Cautiously, Ginny opened the door wide, revealing a stair case. Taking Harry's hand, she lead them into the passage. When they were both inside the entrance, it shut. Ginny jumped at the sudden darkness, but continued to walk up, squeezing his hand the entire way there. At the landing, she found another door, but this one opened automatically, before she even reached the handle. "What in the name of Merlin-" she started.

Gasping, hand to her mouth, Ginny took in all that she saw around her. There was an inviting fire place, surrounded by plush furniture, a beautifully carved table with matching chairs, and five doors that she hadn't been through.

"Welcome home," Harry whispered into her ear.

"What-" she asked, "How?"

"Dumbledore set the whole thing up!" Harry exclaimed. "That door, is your room, which is attached to the nursery, which is attached to my room," he said, pointing to each door as he explained. "We each have our own bathrooms, and there's a small kitchenette through the door by the table. Just wait until you see the nursery!"

"Where does that door lead to?" Ginny asked, pointing to the door closest to the living area.

"That one?" Harry replied, "Oh, nothing."

Ginny looked at him and said, "You're lying. There's something there that you don't want me to see, that's why you're avoiding it."

"NO!" Harry said too quickly.

Escaping his grasp, and running to the door Ginny flew it open, but what she found was breath taking. Looking out through the door frame, she saw her entire family, there, sitting in front of the fire in the Gryffendor Tower.

"So far away," Harry whispered, "yet so close to normal."

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"It's strange," Ginny said, as she looked upon her sleeping twins with an undying devotion, "that soon enough, I'm going to be begging for someone else to take them."

"That will never happen!" Harry said.

"Have you ever heard of two a.m. feedings?" Ginny joked, "They're real."

"I know," Harry laughed, "I know, but just because we need a break, doesn't mean that we don't love them any less."

"Never," she whispered.

"You know what?"

"What?"

Harry took her by the hand and lead her (almost having to drag her) out of the room. "This isn't at all how I expected my seventh year to start," he said, sitting infront of the fire.

"What did you expect?"

"I'm not sure, but this just wasn't it. It's weird, how fate ends up taking weird turns." Laughing softly he said, "Whoever determines fate, must have a twisted sense of it, in our case."

Ginny giggled at him, "It's not the fate that we have to worry about now," she said, "our fate can't do anything else to us. We our children, and eachother. What we don't know is what Maggie and James' destinies will be."

"Let's just hope that someone doesn't plan for them a twisted destiny," Harry sighed, as he held her, in his arms. 'To think,' Harry thought, 'that this is the first time of many times that I'll get to hold her.'

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who kept me going. This is the end, for now. SNIZZLE!