Nobody's Hero

Chapter 2: Honeymoon Get-Away

The scene at the Burrow was one of total chaos, Molly was sitting in her rocker in the parlour, staring morosely into the fire, her eyes distant, seemingly oblivious to the activity around her.

Percy was sitting nearby, watching her closely. Since he wasn't directly involved in organizing the search for Ginny and Harry, he had taken it upon himself to take care of his mother.

He had made her tea, but it sat beside her untouched, she seemed beyond caring about what was happening around her.

Ron was furious, and was voicing his displeasure that Harry had taken Ginny with him. "I'll tear him limb from limb, I swear, Hermione. I can't believe he left. Let alone took Ginny too," he said vehemently.

Hermione had been trying to calm him down, to little effect. She had come almost immediately after Ron had owled her. Looking at her you knew she was troubled greatly, her face giving away her emotional turmoil.

"Ron, getting violent will not help the situation, besides we need to find them before you can even think about what you're going to do. From Ginny's note, it's obvious that she went with him, it wasn't he took her."

"How can we be sure Hermione, maybe he made her write that!" Ron protested.

Hermione sighed, realizing that Ron wasn't going to be the most rational of people at the moment. "Ron, can you really believe that anyone could have just taken her away from her without any kind of struggle?"

Luckily they were interrupted by the arrival of Bill and his now fiancé Fleur Delacour. Under different circumstances it would have been a happy occasion.

Fred and George had arrived back after Apparating to Hogwarts to inform Dumbledore of the situation. He had told them to return to the Burrow while he explored several different methods of trying to locate Harry and in doing so Ginny as well.

That had been a half hour ago and since then, there had been no direct word from him, thought members of the Order of the Phoenix had begun to arrive, saying that Dumbledore had notified them to meet here at the Burrow.

Bill surveyed the growing crowd and noticed the conspicuous absence of his father. He was pretty sure where he had gone to take refuge from the maelstrom that their house had become.

His eyes met Fleur's from across the room and she looked questioningly at him. He gave her a wan smile but shook his head slightly, knowing he needed to talk to his dad alone.

He left the Burrow and it's burgeoning crowd of people, making his was across the yard to his father's shed. Bill paused outside the door for a moment, smiling ruefully, remembering all the times he had come out here to talk to his dad while he puttered with his muggle items.

Steeling himself, he slowly opened the door and entered. Instead of finding his father puttering with the myriad objects strewn about the work bench like he had expected, he found him sitting on a stool, holding a picture of a much younger Ginny, in his hands.

He had a very forlorn look on his face while he stared at the picture, his eyes glistening, but not crying outright.

"Hey Dad," Bill said softly, "I knew you'd be out here."

Arthur Weasley glanced at his eldest son, before looking back at the picture of his youngest child, his only daughter and the light of his life. As much as he'd never admit it, Ginny was his favourite child, not because she was the only girl, but that didn't hurt, it was because of her fiery, feisty spirit, her desire to live life on her own terms no matter what anyone else thought.

He and Molly had argued about it before, but he knew how strongly his wife felt about the obligations to name and family. Not only the Weasley's but the Prewett's as well.

The words shouted last night seemed to still be ringing in his ears, "I won't do it and you can't make me!" Ginny had shouted in frustration and anger.

As much as he wanted to give in he had let Molly answer, categorically refusing to listen to anything their daughter had said. He knew all to well how stubborn Molly could be when her mind was made up, the problem was Ginny had inherited that trait.

Bill moved closer and glanced at the picture his father was holding and smiled sadly. "I remember that day," he said softly to his dad.

Arthur just nodded, continuing to stare at the picture. It showed a very young Ginny, she was dressed in a white shift and had a lace shawl over her head, like a veil.

"It was her fifth birthday," Arthur whispered. "It was the first time she ever said that she was going to marry Harry Potter."

Bill smiled at the memory, "Yeah, I remember telling her that she was, because Mum had dressed her up like a bride and Ginny made us all come to the ceremony as part of her birthday," he said with a chuckle. "Afterwards I kidded her saying that she already was,."

Bill shook his head sadly, "Know what she said to me?"

Arthur shook his head, "No, what?"

"She said that this was make-believe and that when she grew up she was going to do it for real."

Arthur glanced at his son and smiled ruefully, before turning back to the photograph once more.

"Don't worry, Dad, we'll find them," Bill said hopefully.

"I don't think so, Bill. I really don't, not unless they want to be found," Arthur replied softly.

Back in the Burrow, the crowd was growing, Kingsley, Tonks and Lupin had arrived along with several other Order Members. Remus looked beside himself with worry and Hermione was surprised to see Tonks comforting him.

Bill and Arthur rejoined the throng and it seemed that everyone that they expected was there, all except one.

"Where the hell is Dumbledore!" Remus said hotly.

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Ginny was having the time of her life, she and Harry were shopping in muggle London and she couldn't believe all that she was seeing. The had made their way to Oxford Street first and then wandered from there. They had already covered Bond Street as well and were now working their way back up Regent Street heading for Tottenham Court.

At first she had tried hard not to pick out too much or anything too extravagant, but Harry had kept pressuring her to buy some really nice things too, and not to worry about the cost. The frugal side of her had wanted to rebel but the look Harry got when she found something she really like, slowly convinced her that just once, it was okay to spend some money on clothes.

Harry had kept shrinking most of the packages so they all fit in one shopping bag so that they wouldn't be loaded down with packages.

Harry had cast a glamour on her so that she looked a bit older than fourteen and him than his fifteen. They looked like any of dozens of other young couples wandering up and down the streets, enjoying a fine early summer day shopping.

Ginny currently had her arm linked through Harry's, partly in an effort so that they wouldn't be separated in the crowds, but also because she liked to be touching him. She really didn't care how, the linked arms, holding hands, or his arm draped across her shoulders with hers around his waist, as long as they were physically touching she felt much more safe and secure.

Harry had pulled them to a stop before a shop window and was peering inside. Ginny tried to see what he was looking at but failed to pick out anything significant. "What are you looking at?" she asked, smiling at him.

Harry grinned sheepishly, "Nothing much really," he said bashfully.

"Come on, why don't you want to tell me?" she asked teasingly.

Harry blushed a little, "You'll think I'm a complete nutter," he said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"Now you've really got me curious, Harry," Ginny said with a laugh.

"You'll laugh at me, I'm sure," he replied.

"Well we won't know till you tell me now will we," Ginny said, lightly.

"Actually, I was just looking at all the stuff for sale Ginny. Growing up I was never taken shopping with the others, I was locked away at home. All I ever got was Dudley's cast off's. I never had anything new till Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley for the first time."

Harry's eyes dropped down, looking at the street, "It still amazes me the amount of stuff that there is for sale, Ginny," he said softly. He then looked up into her eyes, "And the amazing thing is I can actually afford to buy just about anything I could ever want."

Instead of laughing, Ginny felt like crying. Sure she had grown up in a fairly poor family, but she was never denied anything, well anything that really mattered. To hear of Harry being locked up and never knowing about anything just astounded her.

Harry sighed and with one last glance into the window, he steered Ginny back up the street, "Though that four-slice toaster looked pretty cool," he said to her, his eyes twinkling.

Ginny could only shake her head and laugh, glad that Harry had said something to lift her out of her melancholy mood.

It was nearing noon and Ginny's stomach started to grumble, causing them both to laugh. They found a little sandwich shop and ordered some lunch, choosing to sit at one of the tables outside along the pavement.

They were enjoying their meal and discussing their mornings purchases when from up the street they heard someone cry out, "Stop him, he's snatched my purse!"

Harry and Ginny saw a young man wearing a hooded sweatshirt come running up the street, dodging and weaving in and out of the crowd. It looked like for sure he was going to escape.

Suddenly without warning, the man went sprawling across the street, hitting the ground hard, allowing his pursuers to catch up. Several men held the one who had been fleeing till a Bobby arrived and took the man into custody. Another showed up and helped return the stolen purse to the elderly lady it had been taken from.

Ginny had seen Harry slipping his wand back into his sleeve. She smiled at him and said softly, "Tripping Jinx?"

Harry blushed a little, "Yeah, how did you know?"

"He tripped for no apparent reason and I saw his legs jerk a little. If you've ever watched that jinx hitting someone very carefully, it's a dead giveaway," Ginny said with a smile.

Harry just shrugged a little, still looking slightly embarrassed.

"Why'd you do it, Harry? I mean we weren't involved and I'm fairly certain you don't know that lady, so why'd you do it?"

Harry's look darkened a little, "I don't like those that prey on the weak, Ginny. I was exposed to way to much bullying and such growing up, so if I can help out someone who is being set upon, then I'll do what I can. Do you find that odd?"

Ginny smiled at him, "No Harry, it's one of the reasons I love you like I do."

Harry smiled at her sheepishly, a warm feeling running through him because of Ginny's approval. It made him feel so wonderful, feeling her praise was just about the best thing he had ever experienced, well besides making love to her of course.

They finished their lunch and proceeded towards Tottenham Court where they spent part of the afternoon shopping. It was while there that Harry spied a small travel agency that had large posters of the Mediterranean displayed in the windows.

Smiling at Ginny, he said, "Come on," as he pulled her towards the store.

Once inside, they were met by a young woman, "May I help you," she asked pleasantly.

"Yes, I was wondering about a trip to the Mediterranean like you have in the window," Harry said with a smile.

"Is there some special reason for the trip?" the lady asked.

"It's our honeymoon," Harry said looking lovingly at Ginny.

"Well congratulations," the travel agent said. "Let's see, there are several nice little packages available. Do you have a preference as to the type of accommodations?"

"Some place quiet, away from the hustle and bustle, a small inn or something similar," Harry said, which got an approving look from Ginny.

"Ah, not going to spend much time sightseeing," the woman said with a knowing look.

Ginny blushed prettily but was smiling the whole time.

"Don't be embarrassed dear, if I had as handsome a husband as you, I would do exactly the same thing," the agent said saucily, winking at Ginny.

They spent then next hour planning their trip, from taking the train to Dover to catch a ferry to Calais and then a train down to the Mediterranean.

It seemed like no time at all and Harry and Ginny were on the train to Dover, sitting snuggled together, watching the countryside slide past. They would catch the ferry, spend the night in a little inn in Calais and then catch the train to the Mediterranean coast where someone from the little inn they were booked at would pick them up and whisk them away for their one week honeymoon.

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Albus Dumbledore was worried, very worried. With the arrival of the Weasley Twins informing him of the letters that his parents and Ronald had received he had been trying desperately to located either Harry or Ginny via magical means.

He was astounded that the small instrument that was supposed to indicated where Harry was refused to register anything at all. He had no doubt as to the sincerity of Harry's declaration, because when he checked the Blood Wards on #4 Privet Drive, they were non-existent.

That told Albus that Harry had truly left and had no intention of ever returning there. It was magical confirmation that Harry no longer considered that location home.

Dumbledore cursed himself again for underestimating Harry and what he was capable of. He could not conceive that Harry would have abandoned the wizarding world in the manner that he had.

He knew that Harry was taking the loss of Sirius hard but he had expected him to hunker down in his room and be extremely depressed at least until he allowed Harry to spend the remainder of the summer at the Burrow, where the Weasley's would work their magic by loving and caring for him till it was time to return to Hogwarts.

The plan had worked so well in the past, keeping Harry emotionally dependent on the only family that had ever shown him any type of love and acceptance since the death of his parents.

"What changed?" Albus kept asking himself. "Why did it fail this time?"

Finding no answer he made ready to head to the Burrow where everyone available was gathering to search for Harry and the now wayward Ginny as well.

With one last sigh, he Apparated to the Burrow and made his way to the house. There he found everyone waiting, some not so patiently, for his arrival.

"Well Albus," Kingsley asked as soon as he came through the door, "have you been able to get a location on either of them?"

As soon as Kingsley had spoken, several others began to shout out questions, making a cacophony of sound that drowned out everything else.

He raised his hands, asking for quiet, and after a few moments, he got it.

"Please, one at a time and I'll try to answer all your questions, but we need to hurry, time is of the essence, the longer they are missing the more likely that Voldemort and his supporters will track them down," he said loud enough for all to hear.

A murmur when through the small crowd, "So you admit you have no idea where they are at," asked Dedalus Diggle.

Dumbledore sighed, "That is correct, for some reason I can not seem to trace them by any magical means at my disposal," he replied, somewhat dejectedly.

"How can that be?" Ron asked hotly, not believing that the Great Albus Dumbledore could so easily be thwarted.

"It seems that Harry or perhaps Ginny discovered some means of hiding their magical signature," Dumbledore replied.

"Is that possible?" asked someone from the back.

Remus stood, "I'm afraid so," he said softly. When Dumbledore eyed him questioningly, he continued, "Even back when I was at Hogwarts, there were those who knew how to get around virtually any type of tracing or tracking charm."

"How do you know this? Bill asked.

"I was one of those that did so," Remus admitted. In the lull that followed his statement, Remus recalled a late night conversation with Sirius and he groaned out loud.

"What is it Remus," Tonks asked very concerned.

"I think I just figured out how Harry was able to accomplish what he's done," he said lowly. "I need to speak to Albus and then check on something."

"I'm coming with you," the metamorphmagus said to him determinedly.

"Okay, let's get going."

Remus worked his way through the crowd to Albus, "I think I know how he's done what he has, but I'll need to verify it," Remus said lowly to Dumbledore.

Albus nodded, "Hurry, and see what you can find out. "I'm going to send several teams of two out to start searching the major public places, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade and the like."

"It shouldn't take me long," Remus said.

"I'm going along," Tonks said, just loud enough so Albus could hear.

Shaking his head, Remus led Tonks out past the wards so that they could Apparate away.

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While on the Ferry from Dover to Calais, Harry "borrowed" several documents from a couple nearby, duplicated them and returned them all without the couple being aware of it.

With Ginny as a look out he then made ten copies of each of the passports, and ID cards. Altered the photos to their picture and then made ten different identities for each of them.

Ginny was astounded and puzzled by his actions. "What are you doing Harry?" she whispered to him once he was done.

Harry smiled slyly, "I saw that on a muggle spy show once. If need be we can be someone else."

"How do you expect me to keep who I am straight," Ginny asked, looking at all the different names Harry had chosen.

Harry just smiled wider, "Magic, of course, Ginny." When she looked at him bewildered, he said, "I've put a charm on them, see, when we put the others away," he did so by putting them in a pocket in his pack, "and then holding the passport or ID and say, "Remember Me", you'll always remember which identity you are using."

"That really ingenious, Harry," Ginny said with a grin. She then leaned over and gave him a kiss. She sighed contently as she snuggled into Harry's side, "I can't believe we're really on our way to Calais. It almost seems like a dream."

"Yeah, but it's a good dream," Harry said lowly, as he looked at the beautiful witch cuddled into his shoulder. The sun was streaming through the window and causing Ginny's hair to sparkle with a thousand different highlights of red and orange.

To Harry she was the most beautiful woman in the world and though they were young, he felt that they were no longer children, Tom Riddle had seen to that.

Harry vowed to make Ginny's life as happy as possible, he wanted to try and erase the horror that she had experienced her first year in the Chamber of Secrets. They had talked well into the night at the inn before they could fall asleep and exchanged much of their personal history.

To Harry it was frightening how similar they were, the confrontation with Riddle, the nightmares, the constant fear, and the feeling that no one truly understood what they were going through, that was, till they had run away together.

Ginny was too excited to remain sitting for long and they went up on the upper deck, standing at the front where the wind blew Ginny's hair almost straight out, but making it a fiery halo surrounding her face.

Harry felt his heart swell as he watched Ginny enjoying everything they were doing, her eyes alive and dancing merrily as she watched the world pass by their ferry.

Gulls, circled overhead, begging for scraps from some of the other passengers, Ginny laughing as the Gulls caught the food in mid-air when it was tossed.

She had covered her ears and laughed when the ships horn had sounded right above them as they neared the port of Calais. Harry just couldn't believe how alive she seemed, how happy, after how morose, tired, beaten down looking she had been the night the had left the Burrow.

That person seemed miles and ages away from the vivacious young woman he was with now and it made him feel wonderful that he had taken part in doing it.

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Remus and Tonks arrived at the entrance to 12 Grimmauld Place and entered quietly. Not so much as to be sneaking in as they didn't want to disturb the portrait of Walburga Black, Sirius' slightly insane mother.

It was one of the things that had bugged Sirius the most, not being able to find a way to remove the horrid woman from the entrance hall. Remus had to steady Tonks, who came very close to tripping into the Troll-Leg Umbrella stand that was still in the hall.

They quietly made their way by and proceeded up the stairs to Sirius' room. Remus had tried to convince him that he should move into the master suite as the current head of the house, but Sirius preferred to remain in his old room while letting Buckbeak inhabit the master bedroom.

Remus hurried to the shelf that was near Sirius' bed and looked for a particular dark blue leather bound book. It should have been there, he had seen it the night he and Sirius had a lengthy discussion about Harry.

Sirius was interested in hearing about Harry from Remus, wanting to know every detail of the time he and Harry had spent together the year Remus had taught DADA.

It was late, just about when they were breaking up to go to sleep, when Sirius had pulled the book off the shelf, leafed through it for several moments and said, "I'm thinking of giving Harry our Marauder's Notebook."

Remus had been surprised, there was quite a lot of advanced stuff contained in that notebook. They had recorded almost everything they had learned and accomplished all the way up through their seventh year.

"Don't you think some of that stuff is a little advanced for him," Remus remembers asking.

Sirius had smiled at him, and laughed. "Remus, he has a job to do, and if he can learn something from any of this stuff," he said indicating the notebook, "then I want him to have it. Anything to increase his chances of survival."

Remus had cautioned him to reconsider, and Sirius had said he'd give it serious thought, which caused Remus to groan at his old friend.

Now staring at the empty space on the shelf, he knew Sirius had given Harry the book.

"What is it?" Tonks asked.

"The answer Albus is looking for," Remus said sadly.

"What, where Harry has gone?" Tonks asked, questioningly.

"No, on how he was able to manage to do it," Remus answered. Well the Kneazle was among the Pixies and there was nothing to be done about it but let Dumbledore know about the treasure-trove of information that Harry had at his disposal.

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It was early evening when Mr. and Mrs. William Lewis checked into the Pacific Hotel in Calais. The clerk welcomed them warmly, noted that they were newly-weds and with a smile escorted them to their room.

Harry had wanted to splurge on a suite for the night but Ginny had over ruled him, saying "Look, Harry, we're only staying here one night and catching the train to Nice. It would be a waste of money to get a suite when we won't have a chance to use it."

Harry saw she was right, "Okay, okay, I get your point, now see why I want you to handle the money."

Ginny just smiled at him, gave him a sweet kiss and said, "Don't worry, dear. I'll take good care of you."

They walked around the town a little and found a nice little restaurant to eat dinner in. Ginny did allow Harry to splurge a little on a bottle of wine and they both enjoyed tasting something new.

Dinner was very enjoyable and once the proprietor learned that they were on their honeymoon they were given a special dessert as a token to their new love.

They had even stayed for a little while when music was played, taking the chance to dance a little. Hearing many of the older couples comment on how in love they looked and what a beautiful couple they were.

It was a very elated, but slightly tired Harry and Ginny that made their way back to their hotel. Ginny dancing and twirling a little as she smiled and laughed with Harry as they walked.

It was a very relaxed, happy couple, who made their way to their room and spent no time at all, disrobing, getting into bed where they made slow passionate love, relishing their freedom along with the undying love that they felt for one another.

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After letting Dumbledore know of their findings and suspicions concerning the probability of Sirius having given the Marauder's Notebook to Harry. All in All Remus thought Albus took it rather well.

He and Tonks then joined the teams doing sweeps of Diagon Alley. Remus tried not to think too much on the fact Tonks seemed bound and determined to be partnered with him whenever the opportunity arose.

They were slightly surprised to see "Weasley Wizard Wheezes" open and running efficiently. They stopped into the store to find Fred behind the counter and George restocking the shelves.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here? Remus asked.

"We felt in the way at the Burrow and were going crazy just sitting around there so we decided to come here and at least keep busy. Ron said he'd contact us if anyone found out anything," Fred said, looking at the slightly odd couple before him.

The slightly older, worn looking, melancholy, Remus accompanied by the younger, very animated, bubble-gum pink haired, Tonks, were definitely a study in contrasts. Fred and George had discussed their observations concerning them, convinced that Tonks was totally smitten with the werewolf but that he was just as oblivious to her feelings. They had started a small pool to predict when they would realize that they belonged together.

It was the first time Remus had been into their premises and he was very impressed, not only by the store itself, but with the variety and scope of their products along with what many were capable of.

They were just leaving when they noticed Albus himself headed for Gringott's and from the look on his face he didn't seem very happy.

"Maybe we'd better go see what has Albus in such a state," Remus said, as they hurried to catch up with him. They were right behind him as he stormed into the Wizarding Bank.

Albus then made his way directly towards the Head Tellers desk at the far end of the room. Tonks noticed that the Goblin seated there glanced up at the charging Dumbledore and frowned.

Dumbledore was no sooner before the Goblin when he said forcefully, "I need to see Ragnok immediately."

"I am very sorry but the Director is not available at this time, can I be of service to you?" the Goblin said, evenly.

"No, I'm sorry, but I must insist on speaking to Ragnok," Dumbledore insisted.

Tonks looked at Remus, wide-eyed, "Tell me he didn't just do that," she whispered.

Remus gave a low groan, "I'm wish I could," he replied.

"I'm sorry," the Goblin said once more, though now his voice had a decidedly unfriendly tone to it, "The Director is unavailable, if no one else will suffice, then you'll have to return tomorrow."

" Please Albus," Remus said under his breath, "don't force the issue."

It proved to be a pointless wish and before he or Tonks could intervene, Albus drew himself up to his full height and said, "Let me talk to your superior and maybe he'll listen to reason, since you will not cooperate."

Tonks and Remus saw the instant change in the Goblin, Albus might as well have told the Goblin he was just a flunky and to let him see someone important.

Tonks put her hand on her Wand inside of her robe and was praying that it didn't come to the exchanging of spells, because they were severally out numbered and inside the Goblin's stronghold.

"Sir," the Goblin said tersely, "Ragnok is my only Superior and I have informed you that he is not available. I suggest you leave now and return at a different time."

It looked like Albus was going to say something, but Tonks thought quickly and cast a silencing charm on the angry Headmaster. When he realized he wasn't being heard, he glared at the Goblins that had converged on the scene of the verbal altercation.

Remus and Tonks rushed forward and each grabbed an arm, and hauled the unsuspecting Wizard unceremoniously away. Remus and Tonks felt every eye track their departure from the Bank.

Once outside they released the angry Headmaster, "What is the meaning of this," he said hotly.

"Albus, I'm sure you just set back Goblin / Human relations several centuries," Remus said worriedly.

"Nonsense, I'm sure it was just a little misunderstanding, that will be corrected, as soon as I can get in to speak with Ragnok.

"Good luck with that," Tonks said under her breath.

"What's that, my dear?" Albus asked innocently.

"Nothing at all," said Tonks, wondering what Dumbledore could have been thinking acting like that with the Goblins.

"What were you trying to accomplish anyway?" Remus asked.

"If Harry has truly left the Wizarding World then he is going to need access to his account to have funds available, it is a way for us to track him down," Albus said.

"Maybe, but I think you have just alienated the only one's that could possibly have helped us with that," Remus said sadly.

Albus looked thoughtful, "Perhaps I was a bit less that circumspect in my handling of that situation, no matter, finding Harry still needs to be our top priority. I'll leave smoothing things over with the Goblins till later."

"Any sign of him anywhere else here in Diagon Alley? Has anyone checked at the Leaky Cauldron?" Albus said, hardly paying attention to the others.

Tonks shook her head, "I thought you said he indicated he was leaving the Wizarding World, why on earth would he be at the Leaky Cauldron?"

"We must leave no stone unturned, he may have been trying to misdirect us," Albus said, his eyes shifting as he ran through other possibilities in his head.

Tonks and Remus locked eyes, to them it seemed Albus Dumbledore was losing it and they were pretty certain that he'd come to rue the day he had insulted the Goblins.

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A/N: Harry and Ginny have decided to take a nice little vacation, for their honeymoon.

In the meantime it seems Albus is trying his hardest to insult the Goblins. That should prove to be interesting.

As always, Reviews greatly appreciated.