AN: So it's been like forever since I've submitted anything to here but I was watching 'The Devil Wears Prada' and this is what happened xD. I apologize for any misspellings of names (Mainly Bill's Wife's name xD). Enjoy, leave feedback, etc,etc, etc.

"Will you please tell Michael that we ordered the pastel set of these dresses and not the damned dark set!" The 28 year old fiery red head shouted as she tossed one of the dresses on to the floor. Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed a bit and the assistant went scurrying away. She went back to her office and sat at the desk. Of all the things that could go wrong at this magazine, well it could be worse she supposed. Ginevera Molly Porter, formerly known at Weasley, looked down at her desk and her heart skipped a beat.

Ginny had moved to Muggle London as soon as she graduated from Hogwarts. She had secretly taken muggle courses from home and completed her High School, as they called it, education a year after Hogwarts. She wasn't quite sure what had driven her away from magic. Her wand was stored in some forgotten depths of her closet inside the flat that Ginny had lived in since her big move.

She had gone to college, just barely scraping by waitressing. She used magic sometimes if she got desperate to make food or clothes. Other than that she just distanced herself from it as far as possible. After college she had taken up work a fashion magazine of all things. Ginny had taken to it quickly and climbed the ladder and before long she was running her own magazine. 'Tre Magic'. That was close closest she ever got to magic anymore.

Now though, Ginny looked down at the letter, which was actually parchment. Ginny hadn't seen this type of paper in years. Ginny looked over at the open window and saw a stray owl feather. Slowly she picked the letter up, it was handwriting she recognized – but it took her a moment to remember whose it was. "Mum." She whispered to herself as she carefully began to open it.

'Dearest Ginny,

Thank Merlin I've tracked you down. Things have gone quite terribly since you last wrote. When was that? 5 years ago perhaps? It doesn't matter now. You must come back Ginny dear. Your father passed away last year but I couldn't track you down, believe me I tried. I even tried locating spells. I think maybe you lost your faith in magic and that's why it didn't work. Ginny, Ron has been jailed for murdering Harry, he claims he was under some sort of spell but we won't know if it's true or not yet. I hate to say it but I am finding it harder and harder to ignore the evidence.

Hermione and Blaise are parents now, their daughter is two years old and she is the spitting image of Hermione I swear. Your other brothers are doing fine, you have a new nephew and niece from Bill and Fleur. Okay now that you're all caught up back to the emergency.

Draco Malfoy has been coming around lately looking for you. I can't remember if I told you this or not, but he is now working with the order, against Voldemort and the death eaters. I'm not sure why he is trying to find you but I imagine it must be urgent since he knows you've disappeared but doesn't know where or why. I haven't said a word like you made me promise the first time you wrote. Please come home Ginny. Quickly.

All my love,

Mum.

Ginny stared at the letter long after she finished reading it. This was a lot to take in. Her father was dead, Ron in jail for killing Harry? That was just hard to believe. It was good to hear that everyone else seemed to be doing okay…Draco. Draco was the biggest mystery. What would he want with her? They had ended their relationship during her last year of Hogwarts. Ginny had confided in him her plan. He seemed to understand and accept it. For that Ginny had been forever grateful, but what did he need now? It must be important.

She blinked a bit and looked up as her assistant came in the door. "Tell Michael he's taking over for awhile. I need to go away. Urgent family business." Ginny said as she gathered her things. "He wont' be able to contact me where I'm going but you know where everything is, he should know where everything is. When I return this place better still be running." With that Ginny was out the door.

After she'd gone home and packed, dug her wand out of it's hiding place, and left enough money for rent in an envelope on the kitchen counter Ginny was out the door and heading to the one place she had hoped never to go back to.