Molly reflects on her losses following the defeat of Lord Voldemort and realizes her family was not quite what it seemed...

Torn between her selfishness toward the students and her personal feelings for Harry, McGonagall pushed their relationship from her mind and approached her plan logically. She would carefully map out her ideas and strategies. Failure was not an option. Harry would return and go on with his life – his prophecy fulfilled. Her only problem now was simply finding the courage to ask him to journey into the unknown...

“Ginny, Harry is the rightful master of the Deathly Hallows. At one point he had all three. He replaced Dumbledore’s wand yesterday.” Ginny looked like she might faint. “But we’re getting away from my point. I’m sorry I had to lead you through all this, but it’s necessary for you to understand why I’m concerned about McGonagall.” clarified Hermione. “Dumbledore spent his life searching for ways to overcome death. Why would he devote his lifetime to the conquest of death if he could simply use a Time-Turner to go back?"

“No. I promise,” vowed Harry, “really, seriously – I promise. Cross my heart or you can feed me to Romilda Vane.”

Ginny snorted at Harry’s joke. “Really…I think Romilda may be too good for you,” she mused. She looked at Harry and considered him carefully. He seemed earnest – she gave him her answer: “So what do we do now? Wait for the professor?”

“So I reckon my idea’s a bit barking…,” conceded Ginny in a snip, “but what other plan have you got? We can’t exactly knock on the door of the Shrieking Shack and ask them to let us use the tunnel back to the school!” whispered Ginny fiercely as terror gripped her fully. “Harry, the village is full of Death Eaters – what was McGonagall thinking when she mentioned this to you? The woman had to be stark, raving, smoking mad to consider sending you back into all of this!” she panicked.

Ron stared in disbelief as Ginny fainted dead away, falling to the floor with a resounding thud. Harry stood stricken, glancing between Ginny and the hospital bed. Things had definitely changed. As he realized what lie in front of him, he lost consciousness as well, falling in a heap to the floor beside Ginny. Fred was alive, and in the bed beside him was Tonks...

Sliding down from Harry’s waist to stand, Ginny looked at Harry in complete shock. “Did you just say what I thought you said?” she breathed.

Harry’s heart began to sink. He couldn’t believe he’d done something so mental. He’d just been standing there holding her and his mouth had begun talking… He looked at his feet and nodded.