Author's Note: And here it is the Sequal...the new story we've all been waiting for! Ginny and Draco make one final stand- this time it's them against the world!

Disclaimer: I dont own any characters, spells, names, places or themes as such belonging to JK Rowling within this story. No copyright breach intended. I am not making a profit! (blooming wish i did own these ideas though :p)

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Ginny looked out at the day, despairing at its greyness. Clouds loomed and she could feel a muggy presence drawing itself around the coast on which the two houses she now lived in stood. It was a year and a bit since Hogwarts had been attacked, it had been a very long year for Ginny. She had been nearly 17 when Draco had left her and she was now 18, the trio and Cho had all had their twentieth birthdays this year. Just as she had predicted she hadn't bothered returning for her seventh year at Hogwarts, but neither had she returned to the Burrow; things had gone too far for her to go back there. Although once she had been tempted, as Charlie now stayed at home and Bill had set himself up in Seashell cottage with Fleur, nearby to the Weasley home.

Mrs Weasley her self was much happier with the space she had acquired since her children had gradually moved out. Firstly after Hogwarts had been demolished the trio and Ginny and Charlie had all come back to stay in the family home, which became a deal too crowded. Percy even returned for a short time to apologise and receive his fare share of apologies from his parents, at which point he had calmly introduced his Muggle fiancée Tina. Then after the joint wedding with Bill and Fleur they had returned to their neat suburban home in outer London and things had been quiet on that front ever since.

Next to move out had been Bill and Fleur into Seashell Cottage, this had left the back extension free for Charlie to monopolise until he found somewhere to flat share. Fred was finally an official couple with Angelina and when Fred had moved out of the Weasley's home he had moved in with Angelina, they had found them selves a nice house in Hogsmede above a shop front where Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was thriving as ever. George and Rianna had told everybody of their love, it had certainly given them all food for thought and their parents a lot to adjust too. Never the less they too had moved in together not too far from Rianna's parents in Godric's Hollow; George was able to commute most days to the joke shop.

At this the Weasley abode had suddenly become incredibly empty. Harry longed to spend more time with Cho and Ron and Hermione needed their space so they had moved out to some secluded houses just outside a small seaside town, on a cliff top facing the sea. It was far enough away from London that Harry didn't have too much bother with publicity but they were still close enough at Hogwarts for their work. Cho was now a under manager of the department for Magical Law Enforcement, Hermione was the face of the International Magical Cooperation department, the under secretary to the leader, and Ron had become an Auror. Harry had turned down the post of apprentice to the Minister of Magic and taken up Dumbledore's offer as headmaster at Hogwarts, it had taken them a long time to rebuild and shortly after its completion the old man had died. Ginny had been sad when Hermione had started talking to her of plans to move away from the Burrow. But Hermione had soon put paid to that, she had insisted that Ginny come with them and Hermione had educated her from home well enough that she had sat and passed all of her NEWT's. Ginny had been pleased and now spent her time flitting between the two cottages and occasionally the Burrow.

Nothing, however, could lighten her present mood. A feeling of unrest had woken within her and it wouldn't go away no matter what she tried. She tapped her fingers on the worktop and looked at the clock, 5:30, nearly time for Ron and Hermione to return home. Harry had been away for a while organising pre-term things at Hogwarts and had only just returned, he'd gone to collect Cho from work and treat her to a meal. Ginny began preparing Ron and Mione's meal, spaghetti bolognaise their standard weekday favourite, ready for when they returned home.

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After dinner Ron was washing up and Ginny drying when she first heard an odd noise.

"Ron what's that?"

"Huh?"

"Ssshh!" She put down her tea towel and moved to the window, peering into the darkness. An odd glowing seemed to coming from the end of the garden, as her eyes adjusted it took shape and began moving towards them.

"What are you doing?" Ron cried in alarm, but Ginny merely shushed him again and opened the back door, stepping into the garden. Behind her she heard hurried footsteps and urgent whispering, then Hermione was at her side. As the shape drew closer Ginny grew very pale. It was the eerie silver form of a patronus; a wolf. A patronus so chokingly familiar she could have cried.