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A/N: Thank you all for your patients. I am pleased to give you chapter 4.

Thank you Stephanie O for being such an awesome beta. You are doing a wonderful job.

Chapter 4

"What is it dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley, kindly. She's back, my daughter. My daughter is back. Everyone believed her to be dead, after this there is nothing that could surprise me.

Ginny bit her lip, and disengaged herself completely from her mother's grasp. How can I tell her? What will she think of me? Surely when she finds out she will want nothing to do with me. This has to one of the- no the most difficult thing that I ever had to do.

"Ginny dear, what is it?" asked Mrs. Weasley concernedly, worried as to why her daughter was so hesitant to respond. "I'm your mother and I love you, you can tell me anything. You have nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing that you could tell me that would change that."

Harry moved forward grasped Ginny's left hand in both of his. He squeezed it comfortingly. She sent him a grateful smile.

"Ginny dear, is it that the two of you are together?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"That's part of it, but it is much more complicated," Ginny bit her lip nervously, and looked at Harry. He gave her an encouraging smile, squeezing her hand again. She looked back her parents, "You see, Harry and I are-"

She was cut off by the fire turning green, and out stumbled several red head boys.

"Geoff me Fred," said Bill, shoving George off of him.

"He's not Fred," grumbled Fred from under Charlie, "I am." He pushed Charlie off of him.

"Yeah, I'm George," grumbled George, standing up.

"Hey," said Charlie as he was shoved to floor.

"All of you get get off of me," said Percy, his voice muffled from being stuck on the bottom.

"Boys, settle down. Your sister was about to tell us something," said Mr. Weasley.

"Sister? What sister?" asked George.

"We have a sister?" asked Fred.

"Ginny you gits," said Bill, whacking their heads.

"Whose Ginny?" asked George.

"I don't know a Ginny," said Fred.

"I'm Ginny, your sister," said Ginny, smiling fondly at the twins antics.

"Ginny!" they exclaimed before rushing and giving her a hug.

"We missed you," said George.

"We had no to keep us in line," said Fred.

"We didn't know what to do,"

"There was no one around that could tell us."

Ginny laughed, "Well now I'm back. So now I know exactly what you should do." She smirked, and exchanged it with Harry.

Everyone but the twins were laughing. The twins exchanged horrified glances, what have we done?

"I missed you all," said Ginny, taking turns hugging each of her brothers.

As Ginny was hugging Bill, Mrs. Weasley noticed something gold glint on her finger, her left ring finger to be exact. She gasped.

"Ginny, what is that?" asked Mrs. Weasley, unable to take her eyes off the rings.

Ginny followed her mother's gaze and sighed. Harry came to stand behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

The Weasley boys also looked to see what their mother was talking about, they stared open mouthed in shock.

Ginny bit her lip nervously. "That mother is my wedding ring," she said quietly.

"WEDDING RING!" shouted Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly dear, calm down. Let her explain." Mr. Weasley placed his hand on her arm trying to calm her. All of the boys took several steps backwards.


Mrs. Weasley went on like that for several minutes, barely even pausing to breath.

"MUM SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN," Ginny shouted, interrupting her mother halfway through her tirade.

Mrs. Weasley was so startled that she fell into the chair behind her. The rest of the people standing quickly decided summon themselves chairs as well. Mr. Weasley took the only other actual chair there, beside Mrs. Weasley. Harry and Ginny were the only two to remain standing.

"Ginny perhaps it would be better if we all sat down for this," said Harry. Ginny nodded, as Harry summoned a two person settee for the both of them. When they had sat down, he took her hand and began rubbing soothing circles, with his thumb.

"Mum, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George," said Ginny, "The first thing you need to understand that this was no ordinary kidnapping. It was much more complicated than that. You see, we had a choice we could have returned if we wanted too."

"Then why didn't you?" asked Bill, astonished.

Ginny sighed, and Harry wrapped an arm around her comfortingly. "We found out that if we didn't stay, the world would end up in danger. The world is still in danger, but our staying was to help us be able to defend it."

"What do you mean?" asked Charlie, "What danger?"

"You know all of those disappearances?" asked Harry.

Everyone nodded.

"They are only the beginning," said Ginny, "Soon the world is going to be at war."

"At war!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, "With who?"

Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance, "With the person who opened the Chamber four years ago, the person who is behind all of the disappearances, and the same person who killed my parents."

"But he's gone he died that night," said Percy, disbelievingly.

Ginny shook her head, "That's exactly what he wants everyone to believe. As long as everyone believes that he has time to build up his army without anyone trying to stop him."

"How can he still be alive?" asked Fred.

"Very dark magic," said Harry.

Bill nodded, "Harry's right, I know of several ways that he could have done it."

Ginny smiled, "Thank you Bill."

"You mean it is possible for him to still be alive?" asked Mrs. Weasley, her eyes wide.

Bill, Harry and Ginny all nodded. "More than possible, we have seen proof," said Ginny.

"Proof," said the twins in unison, shocked.

The couple nodded again, "We met him in the Chamber, that was before he had a body."

"He has a new body," said Charlie.

"Yes he has," said Dumbledore, interrupting the conversation, "But I suggest we save this conversation for another time, now is the time for more happy thoughts."

Everyone nodded, "Yes," agreed Mr. Weasley, "Ginny you were explaining why you are now married."

Ginny nodded before continuing, "We agreed to stay, because they where going to train us. A powerful family there adopted Harry, it left him in a difficult situation. There someone of his rank was required to marry by a specific age, the choice was either me or someone from there that he didn't know. We decided that we wanted it to be us, we didn't want to be separated."

"Where have you been?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"We can't say yet," said Harry.

"And why is that?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"We can't say," said Ginny.

"Fidelius?" asked Bill.

"Something like that," said Ginny, nodding.

"What's the Fidelius?" asked George.

"A very powerful charm used to hide things that is not wanted to become common knowledge, only the 'Secret Keeper' is aloud to reveal that knowledge to anyone. It's often used to hide a place's location," explained Bill.

The twins exchanged grins, thinking of all the things they could do with a spell like that.

"Don't even think of it," said Harry, seriously, "It is a very powerful and difficult spell to cast. It should not be used for trivial things."

The twins nodded reluctantly. "We understand."

Ginny assessed the twins, making sure what they said was the truth. Finding no deceitfulness, she nodded, "Good."

"We tell you everything that you want to know as soon as we can. It's just too dangerous to let some of the information out yet," said Harry.

"It's not that we don't trust you," elaborated Ginny, at their hurt looks, "But there are plenty of ways the he can get his hands on it without you telling him or anyone else, and right now that is something we can't risk. We are not even telling Dumbledore, some of it yet."

"Why not even Dumbledore?" asked Charlie.

"Because as the saying goes you shouldn't keep all your eggs in one basket," explained Dumbledore.

The Weasleys nodded, understanding.

"So when are you to going to have kids?" asked Fred, jokingly.

"Fred!" exclaimed all the other Weasleys in the room, except George and Ginny. George was laughing, and Ginny was shaking her head exasperatedly.

"What?" asked Fred, "It's a question that I want the answer to."

"There was no call for to ask it like that," said Mr. Weasley. His voice was calm, but you could tell that he was upset with Fred.

"Sorry," said Fred, ashamed. George was also looking very ashamed. They knew that when Mr. Weasley got like that it was no time to clown around. "Sorry Ginny, I shouldn't have asked it like that."

"It's okay, Fred," said Ginny, "I can understand your curiosity. Not any time soon, is the answer. After the war is over hopefully."

Mrs. Weasley let out a breath, that she didn't know she was holding. Ginny and Harry glanced at her, but didn't say anything. No one else noticed it.

Dumbledore clapped his hands and stood, "Now that I believe the most pressing matters are over. I believe we can all head down to the feast."

Everyone nodded. They all got up to go, vanishing the summoned furniture.


"Mum, Dad, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Percy what are you all doing here?" Ron asked, shocked. When the group had met up with him and Hermione in the Great Hall.

"What do you think ikle Ronniekins," said Fred, giving Ron a dutch rub.

"Hey, knock it off," said Ron, whacking Fred's hand away. "Harry and Ginny's return?"

"What did you expect?" asked George, grinning, "That we are all returning to school?"

Hermione snorted in laughter. Everyone else, even Percy, quickly followed suit, thinking of how absurd that was.

When the laughter subsided Bill answered Ron's question, "Yes Ronald, that is the reason we are here."

Ron nodded, understanding.

Hermione shook her head at how dense her boyfriend could be. "It's good to see you Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George."

"You too Hermione," they replied, all taking seats at the Gryffindor table.

They all sat talking and catching up on things that they missed. When dinner was over they returned to the Gryffindor Common Room to chat for several more hours.

"So mum, what are you planning on naming the baby?" asked Ginny, leaning against Harry. Who was playing with her hair. They were sitting on a love seat the Gryffindor Common Room, near the fire. Everyone outside of their group had already gone to bed. Percy had left a couple hours ago saying that he had to get up early in the morning.

"I was thinking about Veronica Rose if she is a girl," said Mrs. Weasley. "And Anthony Richard if he is a boy."

"I think they are wonderful names," said Ginny, smiling. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Thank you," said Mrs. Weasley, also smiling. She started to yawn, "It's late I think we shall all go to bed. Ginny dear, we will be back this weekend if that is alright."

Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance, "Yes that should be fine."

The others nodded. They said their goodbyes and the group dissipated. The Weasleys headed to McGonagall's office to use her flew. Ron and Hermione went to their separate dorm rooms, and Harry and Ginny headed to their suite.


Ginny collapsed on her bed with a relived sigh.

"That went better than expected," said Harry, sitting beside her.

Ginny nodded. "They don't hate me," she whispered.

Harry sighed, he pulled her into a hug. "Ginny they are your family, they will never hate you. Even if they knew that you where behind all those attacks, they still wouldn't hate you. They would understand like I do, that it was not your fault."

Ginny nodded, and hugged him back tightly. "I know," she whispered, "But I can't help fearing it."

"I know Ginny, I know," said Harry. He began rubbing soothing circles on her back. They remained like that for several minutes.

"When do we tell them?" Ginny asked, braking the silence.

Harry sighed, "I don't know, but soon I hope. The sooner the better really, but it is still too soon."

She sighed as well and nodded, "I don't like keeping secrets like this from my family like this, but I'm afraid to tell them. What will they think?"

Harry kissed the top of her, "I don't think that you will have to worry about it. What will come will come, there is nothing we can do about it. For now we should rest."

She nodded getting up.

Harry smiled, and followed her.


The sun arose to the sight of two figures standing by the lake. They made no move nor sound as they watched the sunrise.

Harry and Ginny stayed there like that until the sun was fully in the sky. Taking each other's hand they walked back to the school in silence. A bird swooped out of the sky and down to them. Harry raised his arm in welcome. The snowy white owl landed on it happily.

"Hey Hedwig," he said, stroking her feathers, with a slightly sad smile. "Haven't seen you in a while, have I?"

Hedwig hooted in reply, and gently nipped at his fingers.

Ginny smiled happily, as she watched them. She reached out and started to stroke Hedwig as well. "So your Hedwig, Harry has told me all about you."

Hedwig hooted again, leaning her head into Ginny's hand.

"She has finally returned to her master," said a voice from behind them. Turning they found Dumbledore standing there.

"Headmaster," Harry greeted. "So what has Hedwig been doing during my absence?"

"That is one smart bird you have there," said Dumbledore. Harry looked at him questioningly, so he elaborated, "She hasn't left the school except to hunt in all of the time that you where gone. I thought it was morning for you, but it appears that like Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger she had been waiting for your return. It was not an uncommon sight to see her flying around day or night. She would often just swoop into the Great Hall and watch the students eat. Another common place to find her was around the memorial," he gestured to it.

Harry and Ginny glanced at it both grimacing at the sight.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I take it from your reactions that you do not find the memorial to be in good taste."

"Not one bit. It makes me look like a helpless child," said Ginny, in an icy tone, "And I am no damsel in distress."

"Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger kept claiming that you would have preferred a block of stone as your memorial," said Dumbledore, with that twinkle in his eyes.

Harry and Ginny exchanged a smirk, "Yes that would have been preferable."

"You know that that statue gives people hope," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling.

The smirks fell, and they nodded with a sigh, "That's the only thing keeping us from destroying it right now."

Hedwig flew away. Harry and Ginny took each other's hands again. "Until next time Headmaster." They said, walking back to the school.

"Until then," said Dumbledore, watching the couple walk away, appearing to have another of their silent conversations. Before he to slipped away back to the school.


"What were you doing up so early?" asked Ron, as Harry and Ginny met up with him and Hermione at breakfast.

"If you had to get up at five in the morning everyday, and didn't matter how much sleep you had the previous night, for over three years; you would continue to get up at that time for a long time after you no longer had to do it," said Ginny. She took a seat, grabbed a piece of toast, and began to spread marmalade over it. "You'd also learn pretty quickly to hide how tired you are."

"You had to get up at five in the morning every morning," said Ron, astonished. "What on earth for?"

"It's complicated," explained Harry, scooping some eggs on to his plate. "Our training was very rigorous. We never had a brake from it. Part of it was getting up at the same time every morning, and making sure that even if we hadn't had any sleep the past night we wouldn't show how tired we were."

Ron grimaced, shaking his head, "That's insane. I hate to say it, bit I am glad it wasn't me."

Harry laughed. "No worries mate," he said, slapping Ron on the back. "I'd say the same if it was you."

At the point the mail arrived. An owl landed in front of Hermione carrying the Daily Prophet. She gave the owl some knuts, took the Prophet, unrolled it and began to read.

"Anything about us in there?" asked Ginny, when Hermione had finished.

"No, nothing," said Hermione, shaking her head. "Just another disappearance," she sighed.

"Who was it?" asked Ron, solemnly.

"Someone by the name of Johnson Grant, he used to be an Auror," said Hermione.

"Picking off the defense one by one," muttered Harry, shaking his head.

"Clever," said Hermione, "Head straight for the defense, and with the way everyone is hardly anyone will stand against him."

Ginny nodded, "That's exactly why we need to train the students here."


Students filled into the Potions classroom. They were silent, but full of anticipation for the upcoming class. Everyone knew that there was a grudge between Snape and Harry. It was widely believed that Harry's return would increase that grudge by tenfold. Snape was one of the few people who actually seemed glad for him to be gone. In fact the was a betting pool on what would happen in that class. Many where leaning towards there being a fight, and not just any old fight an outright duel in the middle of the classroom (only certain Slytherins believed that Snape would even have a chance against Harry-the rumors about him were extremely ridicules and outrageous). Others thought that the class would end up being dismissed early because of all the tension. Even others believed that Harry was going to end up in detention for the rest of eternity. The possibilities where endless.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny took seats in the back of the classroom. They were the first in the room, as everyone else was trying to make sure that they got seats close enough to them so they could see what ever happened. Malfoy and his gang where the only ones that weren't. They sneered at the group and took their usual seats in the front.

The bell rang and the classroom door closed. Snape strode to the front of the classroom. He sneered at the class. "N. E. W. T. Potions are a very complex brand of potions. They go far beyond any that we have covered so far. Those who do not already have a firm grasp on brewing potions should not be in this class," his eyes fell on the group of Gryffindors in the back of the classroom. His lip curled. He caught sight of Ginny's expression and quickly looked away.

The four Gryffindors exchanged a glance.

Snape continued, "If you are unable to keep your grade at an E or higher you will leave this class and not come back," his lip curled again, "Some of you will not be here at the end of the year." He flicked wand, and the page number for the potion they were to make appeared on the black board. "You may begin." He didn't bother to give them anything further.

The class began the usual hustle and bustle of retrieving the required ingredients, as students flipped to the page and sought out what the would need.

Hermione had took one glance at the name of the potion and took off towards the store cupboard and returned with enough ingredients for all of them before Ron had finished finding the page and Harry and Ginny finished reading the ingredients list.

Ron looked up from his book and shook his head, smiling slightly.

Ginny raised an eyebrow at Hermione. Who just shrugged in reply.

The four of them got to work on their potions in silence, having agreed earlier to give Snape no chance to dock points or give detentions.

Halfway into the class Snape was sweeping through the classroom checking everyone's potions. He occasionally stopped to give scathing comments or praise if it was a Slytherin. When he reached Harry's table he said not word, apparently Ginny's comments were still fresh in his mind. His stay at their table was the shortest.

The rest of the class glanced at the table curiously, they wondered why Snape didn't make any scything remarks or do anything other than look at the potions.

-Chapter End-