A/N hello again my friends. So I know I'm being very naughty starting another story, but two of my others are wrapping up now so I just could resist the urge. Especially when I've had so many people ask me to do this. So here we are a sequal to twisted Lines, I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last.

Ginny rolled over her fingers searching for her husband in the mattress and found nothing but the warmth of his body on the sheets he had left behind. She lifted her head from the pillow it had been buried on listening for signs of life and when she found it silent she sent her awareness inside instead finding their connection. Even in her sleepy state it was easy to find him a golden flare of awareness in her mind and she soon realised he had sneaked from bed when Lily had called out leaving her to get a little more rest.

She had spent most of the night nursing her daughter who had been running a temperature, but now seemed fine as her father walked around the kitchen of their little cottage making her breakfast. Still feeling tired but in need of her husband's touch Ginny slipped from bed, slipping her silk dressing gown up from where she had discarded it on the bedding box at the foot of the bed and pulled it on.

Once in the hallway she could hear her husband's hushed tones and her daughter's high laugh and with a smile she headed towards the kitchen stopping in the doorway to watch. Harry was at the stove flipping pancakes, their daughter's favourite breakfast, his back to her as she entered. She wondered if he knew she was there and as he turned his eyes lighting on her she knew he had known the moment she had woken up.

"Did we wake you love?" he asked as he slipped two pancakes onto the plate in front of Lily, who greedily took up her knife and fork and got stuck in.

Shaking her head she padded across the tile floor and went on tiptoe so she could press a kiss to Harry's cheek, but he turned at the last minute capturing her lips and she sighed into the kiss.

"Morning Hun," he whispered against her lips and she smiled.

"Morning husband mine," she whispered back feeling him smile in return.

Satisfied at their contact Ginny slipped into the chair next to her daughter and watched as Lily shovelled another piece of pancake into her mouth. At barely four Lily was the most exceptional child Ginny had ever laid eyes on. Her black curls bobbed lightly as she bounced in her seat and Ginny couldn't help but reach out and run one of the silky curls through her fingers. Lily giggled at the contact and leant her head closer to her mother enjoying it as Ginny's finger slid across her hair.

"What's on the agenda today then my loves?" Harry asked as he placed a plate in front of Ginny and dropped into the chair next to her.

"Little madam is going to preschool today," Ginny said and laughed as Lily pulled a face.

She knew her daughter liked preschool really, but she liked being at home with her mummy and daddy more. But Ginny knew their little girl needed more stimuli then she could provide by herself anymore, and truthfully she was looking forward to having a bit of free time for herself as well. This would be Lily's third week and now that she had settled in Ginny knew it would be safe to venture away from the preschool, having stuck close by before if her daughter needed her for anything.

Harry chatted happily with Lily as he ate his own breakfast and Ginny happily watched the two of them, once again thinking about the option of baby number two. She knew it was something Harry wanted, having being an only child, but she didn't feel a rush. She was only twenty five after all they had a few years yet and yes she didn't want to much time between Lily and any sibling but it was nice to have a little time to herself for the moment.

Just then Harry rose to his feet and pressing a kiss to her hair moved to gather up the plates. Lily instantly excused herself disappearing down the hallway to her own room, and Ginny knew she would be picking out what she wanted to wear for the day. Shaking her head at the thought of a four year old picking out her cloths she climbed to her feet and joined Harry at the sink.

"So what are you doing today?" she asked and Harry spun to look at her leaning against the counter as he did.

For the millionth time she was caught by how much she loved this man, how she knew she couldn't be without him ever again and she seemed to catch her thoughts as always. Reaching out he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his body. She laughed a little as she rested her hands against his chest and breathed in his scent as a spark of power arced between them. She wondered if it would ever die back, the connection they shared and the power they could raise. But she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn't that she would feel forever this way for him and he would for her.

"I've got a new code they want me to crack," Harry whispered as he leant forwards and pressed his face in against her neck.

She laughed as his lips tickled along her skin trying hard to keep her thoughts clear. Harry worked for the ministry now, but didn't have any kind of specific title there; he went where he pleased really and where he was needed. There was always something for him to do with them, and he didn't exactly need money from them, but he kept a wage to keep everything above board so no one would have grounds to call his intentions into question. She had a feeling that today he would be working in the libraries lending a hand to something they were having trouble with.

"Give Hermione my love for me and see when she wants to come for dinner this week," she said and detangled herself from her husband before he could drag her into something they would have time to finish.

He laughed as she scooted backwards trying to capture her again but she made it away from his gasp.

"I will," he called after her as she went in search of their daughter.

Ginny and Hermione had made it a point to get together at least once a week, just to get some time alone and together. Sometimes the boys came as well, and the kids, but most of the time it was girl time between them. Sometime Fleur would come as well which she liked she didn't see her other sister in law nearly enough.

Thoughts of Fleur and her brothers in her mind she found Lily in the closet picking out a dress her grandmother had made her. Molly had taken to making everything pink, and Ginny thought she loved the joy of having a granddaughter to dress up. Especially since Hermione had managed to bring another set of twin Weasley boys into the world. Victoire was the only other girl so far, and Fleur had even tipped the scale back to the boys with a little boy who arrived a little over two months ago, his name a respectful Louie.

Lily presented Ginny with the dress she wanted and Ginny helped her out of her pyjamas and into the pink frilly monstrosity that Ginny wouldn't have picked herself. When Lily was ready she gathered her daughter bag and picked her up walking to the front room. Harry was still at home obviously not wanting to leave his little family yet, and that was another reason why his work arrangement worked for him, he often didn't leave the house until after ten. She left Lily in his capable hands as she went back to the bedroom to change.

It was as she pulled a cream sweater over her head that she felt the first shiver of unease. She stopped for a moment, listening out for something or anything that would tell her where the unease had come from, but when nothing happened she shrugged it off and sat on the edge of the bed pulling out her favourite pair of soft leather boots, pulling them up and zipping them up over her jeans. It was as she was pulling the left boot on that she felt the ripple again, this time it was like a quiet scream in her mind, and echo of an echo.

On the heel of the echo Harry burst into the room, and she could feel the power radiating off him. Instantly she was up and in his arms as the two of them felt the same thing.

"What is it Harry?" she asked a thread of fear seeping into her voice.

"I'm not sure but I'm going to find out," pressing a kiss to her hair he turned and was gone and she knew that he had headed straight to the ministry.

She could still feel the echo of the silent cry but she brushed it off knowing her little girl was too perceptive, and plastering her best smile on went out to scoop her daughter into her arms. Lilt frowned at her mother as she lifted her and the little girl pressed her little fingers to her mother's face.

"What is it mummy?" she asked and Ginny sighed how had she ever thought to hide anything from this amazing child.

"Nothing baby, daddy just had to go to work suddenly and you know how mummy hates that," she replied pressing a kiss to her daughter's cheek.

Lily frowned again but didn't say anything and scooping her back pack of the ground Ginny gathered her up and headed out of the door for the short walk to the village and Lily's preschool hoping Harry would find answers easily.