Authors Note: Hey Everyone! Ok, my mom said it's cruel to leave y'all hanging... but I haven't gotten any reviews yet.... ok, so it's only been up half an hour... That's no excuse! You should be on the site nonstop, waiting for me to update! You have a life you say? No fair! Where did you get it? I don't have one!

Rereading this fan fiction is weird. I mean, I'm a fluffy person. I like fluff, and romance, and happy endings.... if I had read this I'd be hating it and wanting to shoot the author! I swear, I'm not sadistic! grumbles your lucky I'm writing an Epilogue at all... I shoulda stopped there. :D Oh well, On to the Show!

I just got a review from AngieGS! Wee! Yep, only four chaps, though if you ask real nice, and I get lots and lots of reviews, I may write a sequel! (oh, I guess I better finish writing, I stopped mid-sentance when I got that! I love reviews!)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, so I hope that no one want's to sue me, 'cause it's not like I have money anyway... so please don't cause problems and pain and complications for all of us involved. Everything belongs to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, the quotes Paramount, and the songs Brittany Spears, Evanescence, and SheDaisy respectively. (wow, am I eclectic or what?) I changed a word here or there, but the song's belong to them.

"A danger shared might sometimes bring two people together." Star Trek, The Next Generation, Picard to Captain Dathon, "Darmok"

i For the first time in a long while, when Ginny opened her eyes the colors were sharp, the sounds were pure, and she felt peace. Not the false, overdone peace she had felt with Tom, but real, true peace that can only come from freedom. She looked up into emerald eyes and knew she was safe. Harry was there. /i

She knew she wasn't dead. You don't feel pain when your dead. Do you? She wasn't sure. All she knew was the only way to find out was to open her eyes, which was the last thing she wanted to do. Carefully taking stock of herself determined she was no longer under the influence of Tom Possessive Boyfriend Riddle. She could open her eyes. If she could just get up the courage. i Breathe, /i she told herself, i just breathe. Wait, I can breathe? Must not be dead then. Guess I won't get to see Ron. Don't worry they won't hate you. Right? They know I was possessed. Right? Arrgghh, I'm arguing with my self. Okay, okay, deep breath, Gryffindor Courage.... /i

And she opened her eyes.

Like so many years ago the first thing she saw was emerald eyes. Only this time, they were bloodshot, with dark circles under them. His raven hair was messier than usual, and he sounded exhausted, letting out a relieved sigh when he saw she was awake. He was holding her hand, she noticed, something he'd never done before. Next she looked to her mother, who was crying. Her father was there too, holding her other had, and looking more haggard than after his worst day at work. Hermione was there, sitting by her feet, a bandage wrapped around her middle. Ginny winced at it, and looked away. Her brother's were there, looking relieved, every one of them, Bill and Charlie, and Percy (why wasn't he at work?), Fred and George, and-

"RON!" she exclaimed sitting strait up in bed, ignoring the sharp pain cutting across her middle. He was there, leaning against a wall, heavily bandaged, and rugged, and exhausted and more handsome than he had ever been in her whole life. Giving her a small smile he motioned for her to lay back down.

"But-" she protested.

"Miss Weasley I think it would be best if you conserve your strength." Gasping, she turned. How had she missed Dumbledore sitting on the other side of Harry. Who she noticed was still holding her hand. Looking at him again, she gave him a small smile while leaning back.

"Now, I think it would be best if you explained to us everything that has been happening." His eyes were kind, his voice gentle. She looked around the room, into the concerned faces of family and friends. Harry squeezed her hand. She looked back to him, this wonderful, sweet man; and, looking back down to her blanket, she told the story.

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She supposed it was good her family had so much experience handling painful dealings with the Dark Lord because she thought that if they had been totally shocked she wouldn't have been able to go through with it. As it was, the occasional gasp was almost more than she could handle.

When she got to the part where she almost killed Harry in Diagon Alley he tugged on her had, but she refused to look at him. Hermione gasped.

"But why were you able to stop?" she asked.

"Well, the life- debt-"

"Had been repaid when you sent me after the False - Moody." She looked up in shock. "He was going to kill you I believe Harry?" Harry nodded.

"Then, all the things I've been doing for Harry-"

"Had nothing to do with a magical debt." Dumbledore said firmly. She sank back into the pillows.

"If you would please continue, Miss Weasley."

So she did. After it was over she sat there, thinking about what had been revealed. Not the life-debt? What then? What could possibly cause such a desperate feelings in her?

"Professor, there's something I don't understand," Hermione began, "why was the diary able to take over her with mere contact? Shouldn't she have had to write in it?" Everyone looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"I believe that it's because Voldemort know her so well. He spent an entire year getting to know her, overcoming her mental defenses, that now he doesn't need to bother with them. And before you ask," he continued, causing Hermione to close her mouth again,'"I believe that's the same reason that none one realized what was going on. He knew her so well that he could mimic her behaviors without her closest friends and family suspecting.:

"I thought she was just getting another crush on Harry," Ron muttered.

" i I /i thought I was just getting another crush on Harry, well until the diary the whole can't control my actions thing." Ginny replied.

"Remember though, Voldemort could only cause physical reactions. Any emotion was yours alone", Darn Dumbledore and his twinkling eyes and Mona Lisa smile! She did i not /i like Harry! Did she?

"Unfortunately, this causes a new security problem for the Order. Voldemort is still linked to Miss Weasley, and he my try to possess her again." The twinkle was gone, and he looked very sad indeed.

Harry chose this time to speak up, "Okay, so she takes Oclumency lessons with me."

"Unfortunately Harry, whereas your link is through the mind, hers is through the soul. As such, Oclumency would be of little help."

"What do we need to do Albus?" Ginny stole a glance at her mother as she spoke. She looked ready to collapse.

"I'm afraid I'll need to take Miss Weasley back to school with me. She'll be safe there, and we'll be able to keep a better eye on her."

Her mother nodded. "How soon do you need to leave?"

"As soon as possible. Right now, preferably."

Her brother's looked ready to protest, but her mother shot them a look, "Very well. Ginny, can you stand?" Nodding, Ginny got out of bed, and, letting go of Harry's hand, proceeded to say her goodbye's. When she came to Ron and Hermione she froze. Ron just smiled and pulled her into a hug. Hermione whispered in her ear that there was nothing to forgive, and when she released her, Ginny gave them the biggest smile she could manage.

Finally was Harry. She stood in front of him, this man who was exactly what she had dreamed of and more. Slowly, they leaned towards each other when she heard Tom's distant laughter. Jerking back, she looked at Harry and knew that he had felt it to. Smiling at him she turned around and resolutely walked out the door.

Authors Note: Well, that's it. Like it? Let me know! Maybe I'll do a sequel if I can think of something. Love y'all a ton! Until next time.