"Great party, yea?" Mary passed her a mug of tea, and stand next to her at the veranda. "Yes." Ginny sighed. "Maybe the best birthday I ever had." "Well, the 14th has to be extraordinary, dear cousin." "You say that every year, Mary." Ginny laughed. "Hey, nothing is better than a big party." Mary smirked.

"A Penny for your thoughts!" "Ahh ,nothing special...only what my life was before I came to you guys." Ginny looked in the night. She loved London, especially during the night when it sparkles and twinkles. "Boring, that was your life before!" May chuckled before she threw her arm around Ginny's shoulder. Mary isn't a witch, neither her mum, but her dad was the famous Fabian Prewett, Molly Weasley's brother. But she understood why Gin left her family and her world after the incidents. It took almost 6 months until Ginny was nearly the person she knew from the few visits at the burrow.

"Do you visit them this summer?" she asked curious, knowing that Ginny feared the visit at the Burrow. "Yes, but not in the Burrow. They are here in London. It's a tricky story, about the returning of Harry's godfather. I don't think that I understood Mione's letters right."

"And they never came to see you all this time, I mean they are London. And that definitely not since yesterday." Mary cut in. "They are busy. He is back!"

"Who is back?"

"Tom!"

"What! No...never! The guy who harmed you. I thought he is dead?"

"I don't know exactly. I'm not sure if I understood the story correctly. But do I even want to know?" Ginny sat down at the patio ranks, her glance straight on the sparkling Thames.

"Are you afraid?"

"Don't know. He doesn't know where I am. And I don't think it bothered him, he has bigger problems than me."

"I'm going to bed, Emma! Don't stay too long!" Mary pecked her on the cheek, and went inside. Ginny smiled as she heard her nickname. Em, only her closet friends were calling her so. She wasn't really Ginny anymore...that was the name of a little girl. Her full name Ginvera, brought shivers up and down her back...Tom always called her that. So it was either Gin, or Emma after her favourite Jane Austen novel 'Emma'.

She loved her life. Her new family, with her aunt Phoebe and Mary, her 17 years old cousin, Angus the Labrador of the family. And her friends, Matt her best male friend of hers and Marys, he is the same age as Mary. He took her to her first open air concert, her first pub visit, and he defend her, at the school if she didn't know tv- series and starlets. He was the one who gave her her nickname. And of course Judith, her class mate, they are in the same swimming team at school.

Certainly, she misses her parents and brothers. But it was strange, she just could talk with Mary and Phoebe. She doesn't feel guilty immediately or get bone-crushing hugs. She wasn't followed by unsure glances, if she breaks down by the next step, or if she transforms someone into stone.

It was Charlie's idea that she should go to her relatives, and she was so thankful for that. She feels so comfortable in the Muggleworld, saver, and more herself.

However the events, of the last year, fret her. Hermione wrote her the main events, so she was always up to date. The triwizard tournament, the graveyard, Toms comeback, that shocked her. Her nightmares came back after that, and Tom was more alive than never before.

Ginny sighed, tomorrow was the big day. She is going to see them again. After two years she would see her complete family again, at the Grimmauld Place. Will Harry be there, too? He rescued her then, did she ever thank him? How would he look like? she asked herself.

Certainty handsome, Ginny smiled, as she thought about his eyes, this emerald green. "You too!"

"What?" Ginny turned appalled around, she saw Phoebe in the door frame.

"I believe, you thought aloud, honey." she smirked at her niece.

"Yeah… I think." Ginny mumbled.

"You look pretty, too. Good Night, birthday girl!" Phoebe bent down to her kiss her on the top of the head.

"Yeah, night, Phoebe, sleep well!" The redhead turned back to her reflection, she agreed, she didn't look that bad. The dark red came under the influence of Mary to a light red, almost dark amber, and it fits better. Sure her style was changed too, she loves it. An older cousin is great, no, she corrects herself, an older sister is great.

"Happy Birthday, Gin! Get up honey." Phoebe jolt Ginny gentle.

"5 Minutes." she asked dozily, and rolled over to her left side.

"No, Gin. Your brothers will pick you up soon. Come on breakfast already."

Ginny opened slowly her eyes: "Cafe latte?"

"I'll kill Mary for contaminating you with her coffee addiction.", Phoebe grumbled.

"No you won't. You love her to much." Ginny sat up.

"You are too quick-witted, for your own good." Phoebe laughed, and stood up to wake her other daughter.

Since the day Ginny set a foot in this house, she had two daughters. And for nothing in the world, would she give her back. She was glad, that Mary never received a Hogwarts letter, she wouldn't know if she could bear to loose her daughter to this world, after she lost her beloved Fabian.

"I suppose, I won't hear any details about yesterday night?" Phoebe smirked, when her two girls slumber barely into the kitchen and drop themselves on their chairs.

"Only this Mum. Great!" Mary winked Ginny. Ginny groaned, she knew exactly what Mary means. Mary and Matt had caught her yesterday during a snogging session with Lucas. Matt wasn't very thrilled about this.

"I'm under the shower!" said Ginny and disappeared in the bathroom.

Shortly after, the bell rings and Mary opened the door, in front of her stood two of her cousins. "Fred, George come in!" she welcomed the twins.

"Hello Mary. It's good to see you! Is Ginny ready?"

"Yes of course. Just a sec."

"Emma, move your adorable bum, your brothers are here!" Mary shouted upstairs.

"Mary Prewett, are you sure the people in Dublin have heard you clearly?" Phoebe came into the hallway. "Hey guys, it is good to see you!" she hugged her nephews. "Come on on, you can wait in the living room." she directed the twins in the biggest room of the house. "Sorry for the mess, but the girls had a big birthday party yesterday. Mary, could you light a fire under Emma's bum, she is too late!"

"Emma? Actually we would like to pick up Ginny!" George laughed.

"For god's sake. That's her nickname. I wanedt to refuse, but everyone is calling her that, so!"

"Gin, are you ready?" Mary's head popped up.

"Yes, I am!" Ginny put her purse, mp3-player and mobile phone in her hand bag. "Could you stop to staring, please? Is something wrong?"

"No, but Lucas did a good job yesterday, didn't he?", Mary asked with a cheeky grin. At this time, Ginny saw the similarities between Mary and the twins.

"Why?"

"Have you seen, this beautiful thing?" Mary pushed her over to the mirror and point at the love bite on her throat.

"Fuck!" swore Ginny, "I'll kill him, really!"

Mary giggled madly "I am sure Matt will take care of this. But now you need something to cover..." Mary looked over the room. "Here take this!" Mary tied a blue scarf around her neck, which matched the aquamarrine T-Shirt she decided to wear.

"Ginny!" the twins hugged her. "Look at you. You sure are growing up" They glanced at her little sister full of pride. "Happy Birthday, peanut!"

"Thank you!" Ginny whispers and fought the tears back.

"Give us a call, if you will sleep there, Ginny!" Phoebe whispered in her ear.

"I won't." Ginny looked in her aunt eyes. "You can do that, honey. Trust yourself!"

"If it makes you sick, we are in the Crowns, celebrate your birthday, Emma."

"Thanks." Ginny kissed both on the cheek.

"Ok, let's go!" said George.

"We missed you, Peanut." Fred put an arm around her shoulders.

"Me too." she grinned.

"Mum is not doing well. You are not at home and now Percy!"

"Wow, that are two different stories, Percy is a git. He Left after a row... I had a very good reason, hadn't I!" Ginny replied tartly.

"Yes, that's right. But you know her. She is worried sick about you, whole alone in the Muggleworld." George looked apologetic at her. Ginny breathed in deep: "Well, how do we get there. With the tube?"

"No, Peanut, we will apparate." Fred smirked. "We passed our tests..."

"Oh no, definitely not!" Ginny folded her arms across the chest. "That's the fastest way, Ginny. And to go with the tube is a bit fishy to us!" Ginny looked unsure at her brothers.

"I'll take you with me. You trust me, or?" Fred caress her back. "You only need to cling at me, alright." She nodded and with a pop they disappeared.

Ginny stumbled, when they appeared at the Grimmauld Place. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I am only a little bit dizzy."

"The first time is the heaviest one." George tried to light her mood.

"That was the first and the last time for me." said Ginny with a shaky voice.

"Read this!" George gave her a note: "Grimmauld Place No. 12 London"

In front of them appears an old big house. "Oh my..."

"Impressive, he?" Ginny nodded.

"Before we get in, you know the story?" asked Fred her.

"Yes, Hermione, wrote me something, and the rest was filled up with your and Bill letters."

"Good then in we go!"

With Fred and George, Ginny stepped in the inside from Grimmauld Place 12, and her impression was confirmed. The house was dark, dusky, grim and full of magic, which caused Ginny to cring.

"Ginny!" she heard her Mum scream, and Molly ran towards her, like the twins she gave her daughter a bone-crushing hug.

"Happy Birthday, Ginny!"

"Thank you, Mum."

"You are grown. So grown-up, and your hair... so different." Ginny snuggled into her Mum; she smelled the familiar scents of the Burrow and cookies.

"We missed you so much, Ginevra!" her dad joined the hug, too. Suddenly a scream brokethe welcome scene. Ginny passed a bewilderment gaze to the twins.

"Harry. He is slightly annoyed..." Ginny nodded shortly, but didn't understand a thing.

"I can understand him pretty well!" a man stepped into the hallway. Ginny didn't recognize him; he has long brown hair and looked a bit shabby.

"You must be Ginny!" he put his hand forward to shake hers. "This house doesn't know any topics without you, except Voldemort maybe. But you are the more interesting one." he grinned widely at her.

"I am glad to provide for your amusement." Ginny was pissed, had her family nothing better to do, besides to tell every one that she was possessed by Tom Riddle?

"I am Sirius Black."

"Hi!", she shook his hand, "I heard a lot of you, too."

"Only the best, I hope." he answered and return her smile.

"That depends on the interpretation, Mr. Black." Molly gasp, how did Ginny talk so freely with a person, that everybody thought was a convicted criminal until a few weeks ago, but also her tone was not appropiated to speak to an adult.

"So, and I am very excited of your interpretation of the things, Ginny. And please call me Sirius!" he laughed and didn't seem shabby at the moment. Sirius directed Ginny into the kitchen and explained her that this is the house of his parents, and she gets a short from of the summer of her family.

"BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHY I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. I MEAN I WAS AT THE GRAVEYARD...!" Harry yelled, and you heard loud steps towards the kitchen. "WHO FOUGHT LAST YEAR..." his shouting was interrupted by Hermiones scream: "Ginny!"

"Hey.", she'd free herself from her brown haired friend. "I am also happy to see you." she laughed. "Happy Birthday, little sis." she hugged Ron and Harry shortly. "

May ask, why you're screaming, Harry?" she smirked at him.

"No!" he said abruptly. "Happy Birthday." he mumbled at her shoulder.

A little bit later, Ginny sat with Hermione in one of the numerous rooms of the Grimmauld Place. "How do you bear this?" asked Ginny and shivered.

"I have no idea. This house is so cold, it is horrible. Harry is furious. And we don't know anything, what's going on." Hermione sighed. "My mum keeps you on the go, hm?"

"Yeah you could say that. We clean the whole house..."

"It doesn't help?"

"Not really…" The girls chat a while until Harry and Ron came into.

"We are freed from cleaning today!", proclaimed Ron, and felt into an easy chair and Harry sat cross legged on the floor.

"Sounds good, but why are you here?" asked Mione.

"Order meeting." snorted Harry.

"And why are you not there?" Ginny looked from one to the other.

"I am to young." Harry hissed.

Hermione tried to change the topic: "You wear a nice scarf. May I?"

"That's not the best..." Ginny said, but it was too late, the scarf wasn't any longer around her neck. "...idea."

"Wow, Ginny. This needed a lot of work." she pointed at the love bite. Ginny tried to cover it again, but Ron holds her chin between his thumb and his forefinger: "Who is he?"

"That's none of your business, Ron!" Ginny was calm.

"Of course, you are my baby sister!" he cried out.

"No, Ron. I am only your baby sister, if it fits you! When none of your friends are near, for example! Go away? Remember?" Ginny was furious, and stormed out of the room, leaving the Trio flabbergasted behind.

"What does she mean?" Harry asked.

"Blimey! In the summer, after...you know. I promised her, that I take care of her. That I never loose sight of her. But then you said you need to talk to us, about Sirius, at the train, remember? And I sent her away." Ron sighed.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other guilty. "Do you think, that's the reason...why she did not return to Hogwarts, because of me...?" the last words were only whispers. He looked painful at his two best friends.

"I don't know Ron. Maybe one of many, but don't you see, how fine she is. She's feeling so good there!" Hermione answered carefully. "I have never been there."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I'd never visited her at Aunt Phoebe's. I don't know how she's living. I mean even Charlie was there. But not I and I don't even know why!"

"Lunch is ready!" Mrs Weasley announced a few minutes later and the three headed into the kitchen. Ginny was already there and talked with Bill, she'd ignored them.

"More chicken, Ginny?" asked Sirius. "No, thanks. I am full."

"You need something to eat, darling. You're looking incredible thin!" responded Molly, and poured more rice on Ginny's plate.

"I'd said no, Mum. And I am not thin. And yes, I'm getting enough to eat!" Ginny shot a glare at her mother.

"I only mean well..." Molly sat down again.

"And how is school going, Peanut?" Bill tried to smooth the temper.

"Well, I'd passed all tests." "Great." Bill grinned at her supportive.

"You put us in shame." Fred shook his head heartsick.

"Don't worry. Mary and me don't stick too much with the curfew." winked Ginny, and the twins smiled satisfied.

"What? Ginny you shouldn't worry Phoebe so much. It's a privilege that you live there!" Molly watched her daughter intensely.

Ginny looked shocked: "Do you want to say that you are making me going back at the Burrow?"

"Maybe...if your behavior is not he best..."

"Bloody hell, don't you think Phoebe would have told you, if she had problems with me?"

"Language, Missy. This does the Muggleworld to you..." her Mum scowled, "Maybe it will be the best for you, if you'll move back into the Burrow!"

Ginny dropped her cutlery clanking. "No...Never... Why do you say this, you don't know anything about my life there? You visited me only twice, even Charlie and Bill were there more often."

"I only want to know how you grow up. How you live...!"

"Nobody detained you, or? It was your decision. Phoebe invited you, but you had always excuses, the Quidditch world cup, the boys coming back from Hogwarts, Christmas duties. Now, Tom is back. How long live you here? 1 or 2 month...you'd never contacted me. The twins told me that you're here. That's hurts Mum." Ginny was now behind furious. She glows, her hair was ruffled and her bright blue eyes shot flashes through the room. Everybody was silent.

"Maybe we should talk about this later?" Arthur tried to calm his wife down.

"Sometimes I don't even know, if you miss me, if you love me. But then Mary makes a joke or we are going out. Phoebe cheers for me at my competions, so loud that's almost embarrassing. And then I know even if my parents see me like a weak person, who was so dumb to get possessed by Voldemort. I have a family who loves me, who don't think I am weak or that I don't deserve it to be loved." with that Ginny stormed out of the kitchen

They looked at each others. "A true Wealsey." mumbled Tonks and looked still at the door.

"I don't want to lose my baby, Arthur. Not my daughter." Molly sobbed in Arthurs shoulder.

"Then you should stop acting like that." said Sirius serious and followed Ginny outside.

Ginny searched the front door: "Fuck!" she cursed herself and looking after something in her handbag. "The door is at the other side!" Ginny turned around and saw Sirius in the door frame. "You know, that you weren't fair, right?"

Ginny took a deep breath and nodded slowly. Sirius stepped towards her and embraced her tightly. Then her walls broke down and she sobbed in Sirius shoulder: "It's so frustrating, every time I be with them, they give me the intention that this is all my fault. You know, I love my new life, but every time when we meet us, they try to convince me to come back. They don't accept that the Burrow isn't my home any more. There began the whole story. I have nightmares, that I have to come back."

"Come, talk to your Mum. You can't go now; you have to unwrap you presents." Sirius guided Ginny back into the kitchen. "I am sorry, darling...", Molly hugged her tightly, "You have to visit us at the burrow, then we could talk about all!" Ginny strutted, at the word Burrow, it makes her shiver.

"She is nice." said Tonks later, after Ginny was gone.

"Yes, she is my only female friend." responded Hermione and sat next to Tonks on the Couch. "Her story is unique. I mean she must be a very powerful witch to fight a whole year against Voldemort."

"Yes, but she won't see it, and her Mum is afraid..."

"You mean Molly is afraid of her own daughter?" Tonks shook her head in disbelieve.

Hermione shrugged: "Why else should she refused to visit Ginny. They blame themselves, for what happened. Molly, that she did not see what happened to her daughter. And Ginny...well... that she let Voldemort into her mind."

"Think about it, Hermione, she was eleven years old. The most mature wizards are not capable to resist Voldemort longer than a few days. She resisted him almost 10 month and he made her things to do, but he couldn't get all of her."

"Yes, she must be really powerful."