Their eyes met across the room. Green gazed into brown. Ginny thought, for only the smallest of moments, that he was searching her eyes for something.

Alastor Moody quietly took his leave before the occupants of 12 Grimmauld Place could ask questions of him. So, instead, the Weasleys, Remus, Sirius, and even Snape directed their attention towards the black-haired boy in the room.

"Harry! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Thanks Hermoine."

"Good thing you're here, mate. Sirius was driving me bonkers!"

"I'm just happy to be rid of Vernon for the rest of the summer."

"I missed you so much, Harry."

"Ginny..."

"MUDBLOODS! TRAITORS! FILTH!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD BAT! Welcome to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry."

Sirius' voice had an effect on Harry. He looked like he'd just met someone long since dead. 'Of course,' Ginny thought, 'for us he WAS long since dead. I'll bet Harry's shocked to hear Sirius again. I know I was. At least now I know he's my Harry, and not some Chang-loving Potter.'

"Sirius..." Harry choked. He quickly regained his composure. "Sirius, this is your place?"

Ginny nearly facepalmed. Yep, that's her Harry all right.

Sirius looked upset at Harry knowing this. "Did Mad-Eye tell you that? We were saving that for after you got here."

"No, actually, it was the Black Family Crest hanging over the fireplace that tipped me off."

"Oh."

Harry started to move closer to Ginny, but he stopped before taking one step. 'Of course.' She realized. 'He doesn't know I've come back as well. He sees me as the Shy-Around-Him girl that dated... damn, how many boys did I date and forget? And I can't ask him our question without everyone getting suspicious... aha!'

"Hey, Hermione," Ginny started, loud enough for Harry to hear. "I've just remembered some homework for Binns that I have, on the four Founders."

Harry looked over at Ginny, with a strange look on his face. He quickly hid it by saying "The four founders? I've done a bit of research on them. What do you need?"

"Oh, you have, Harry?" Ginny asked, with just a little too much enthusiasm in her voice. "It's just that, since Gryffindor's sword was Goblin-Made, he only left behind a hat. But there's no record of the other founder's relics. Do you know what they are?"

"A Self-Filling Goblet for Hufflepuff, a Wrackspurt-repelling Diadem for Ravenclaw, and an Unopenable Locket for Slytherin."

Hermione looked confused. "Harry, how do you know that? It's not in Hogwarts: A History..."

Ginny smiled. Sign and Countersign - This was her Harry, and now to tell him that she was his Ginny. "So, a hat that talks, a goblet that fills itself, a diadem that helps you focus, and a locket. Thanks, Pronglet."

"Anytime, Bright-eyes."

Sirius smiled mischeviously at the nicknames. "'Pronglet'? 'Bright-eyes'?" He asked Harry, a knowing twinkle in his eye. Ron and Hermione had never called him that, at least not as far as he knew. Ginny really did facepalm. 'Why don't we just tell them all now, Peverell?' she thought. She wasn't too annoyed with him, since she and he had just told each other that they were each other's.

Harry beamed. "Sure, why not? After all, Prongs was my father. Therefore, I'm Pronglet."

Before Ron and Hermione could question it, Ginny tapped them on their shoulders. "I'll explain tomorrow, just go with it." She whispered softly. Louder, she explained to Sirius "And my eyes can shine even in, say, instant darkness powder. Hey, Fred and George, there's an idea. Instant Darkness Powder. Could you do it?"

Gred and Forge were whispering to themselves at it already. They turned to Ginny. "Well, it can be done." "However, we'd have to import some from Peru in order to find out how it works." "After all, there's not much here in London for us to work with."

Molly looked at her sons threateningly. "You're not importing anything, young men!"

"Yes Mum." "Whatever you say, Mother Dear." "We'll just move to Peru after the war and study it there, instead." "It'd be for the Order's use, not for any joke shop we may or may not be planning to start after we leave school, of course." "If we could study it here, that is." "Honestly, with how you take our disinterest in the Ministry, one could really think you were on Fudge's side."