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Chapter 2

Ginny reverted back to reality and caught a white light in the corner of her eye.

It was a patronus charm, from the Burrow. It was her mother's voice.

"Lunch tomorrow my dear Ginny. There is a surprise for you."

The patronus disappeared as soon as it had come, leaving her with a white blinded spot in her vision.

What is going on? It's not anyone's birthday or any sort of special event. Ron hadn't proposed to Hermione yet at least not until Harry gets back.

She explored all the possibilities of what could possibly be her mother's big surprise, but still came up short of an answer.

The rain had stopped outside and she could hear her stomach beginning to make grumbling and growling sounds

If Harry were here he would've made me his infamous beans on burnt toast

She giggled to herself as she got up, but remembered her reason for being upset with him. she was not going to let him get away with it this time. She rather not see the smug look on his face and give him the satisfaction of knowing that she missed him.

As she got her things together to make her onion soup, she thought about the night before Harry had left.

They had been sitting together in silence in his apartment when he had told her that his scar had begun to sting again after all these years at the office in the ministry.

She had thrown a fit because she knew what it meant, but he was so nonchalant about it all.

"What do you mean it stings again?"

"I mean what I said Gin. It stings when I'm at work no matter where I am."

"So are you going to tell anyone?"

"Like who?"

"I don't know...anyone that can help! Why are you trying to do this on your own again?"

"You cannot tell anyone Ginny. Not a soul. "

She remembered the vacant look in his eyes as he looked away from her thinking about what may be happening again. It was the same look he had gotten during seventh year right before the war; the look of intensity and worry but bravado like if it had to be done, he would do it.

Ginny poured her soup into a bowl and went to the table by her window overlooking London Bridge, but she had lost her appetite. The thought of Harry on his own trying to figure out what this was all about enraged her. She was worried more than anything about him and her worry enraged her knowing she couldn't help him because he would throw a fit.

They were alike the two of them. That is why they were so right for each other.

Ginny sat by the window a little long until her soup had gotten cold and didn't look at all like onion soup anymore but a bowl of mush as she sloshed it around thinking more about Harry and what he may be doing.

She put her bowl into the kitchen sink and slowly walked over to her bedroom. All this thinking and worrying had exhausted her but that was how she had been spending her days since Harry had left.

Hermione had called her a few times to go out and get her mind off things but even she had given up after all her failed attempts; she, if anybody, understood what it was like to miss someone.

Ginny climbed into bed without changing into her PJ's and fell asleep before she hit the pillow

She woke the next morning feeling like she had only fallen asleep an hour again. She turned over and heard a crumpling noise. She got up to see a letter on her pillow, it was from her mother

My dearest Ginny,

I know you just woke up love. I was just writing to remind you that dinner is at 8 tonight.

I can't wait to see you dear and please wear something...suitable.

Love always and forever,

Your mother

Ps.

Don't fret yourself about anything, it will work out. Harry will be back from business soon and you can go back to your regular lives. I know how much you miss him.

She looked over the note again and pushed her hair back out of her face.

Mum if you only knew the truth for Harry's trip, but in time, tonight, everything will be out. I cannot stand sitting at home being helpless. This is not the Ginny her mother had raised, to sit on her hands and do nothing when there is always something to be done.

She was going to tell her parents tonight if it was the last thing she did as Harry Potter girlfriend.