"Enjoy the sleepover," Ginny called out to Lily a moment before the Portkey in the girl's hand pulled her away to her cousin's home.

Harry couldn't even remember which one Lily was visiting. He rubbed the back of his neck before sinking deeper into the soft couch. "Another night by ourselves."

Neither really liked the thought. "It was just starting to get nice and busy in the evenings. With them away during the year…"

"I guess, but James getting out for the night is long overdue," Harry replied, hands behind his back as he stared up at the ceiling.

Ginny seated herself on the armrest, her hand coming to rest on Harry's shoulder. "And why is that?"

He sat up, confused. "Well, he's been training for weeks without seeing his girlfriend."

Ginny slipped off the edge and landed on her backside with a loud thump and cry. Harry raised an eyebrow as the confusion turned into amusement. "Surprised?"

"What do you think?" she shot back. "And why didn't you tell me James has a girlfriend?"

He felt a hint of fear. Not real fear, just that feeling that he always got when on the wrong end of an argument with Ginny. "I thought you knew." His voice came out oddly weak under the scrutiny of her intense, beautiful, brown eyes. She really was lovely, even when slightly mad at him.

She stood towering over him. "Have we talked about it?" she said, arms on hips. A stance to make most men quiver. "Do you honestly think I could be so relaxed with life knowing that our son was seeing a girl? Some conniving little…"

Her eyes narrowed. He frowned, wondering if his face had gone pale. "Um… no."

She appeared more threatening than a Death Eater on the loose. "Then what makes you think I knew?"

He sat up further while trying to think of a way out. "Motherly intuition, witch mind reading, or something like that." He tried to sound as casual as possible, he doubted it sounded convincing.

Ginny squeezed the bridge of her nose and let some of her emotions bleed off. "How do you know he has a… a… girlfriend? Has he told you?" A part of her probably felt hurt that James hadn't trusted her enough to talk about a relationship.

"No, but I noticed a few more letters than usual and the lad's a bit chipper."

"That's all," she glared at him even though her feelings were being targeted at their son.

"Well hurrying out the house all nervous and dressed up tonight sort of clinched the deal." Harry shrugged. "Hey, the kid hasn't told me a thing either."

Ginny bit her lip, a habit she'd never been able to break. She probably felt better knowing James had kept this from both of them. "That does sound a lot like a date."

"A lot," he repeated. "But what do you say to us watching a movie? There's some popcorn in the cupboard."

Ginny let out a soft, perhaps nervous, laugh. "That sounds just about perfect. Besides I need a good break after pushing Lydia through her paces the last few days and with James out and about I'm never going to be able to sleep."

Harry stood and began to prepare popcorn while Ginny flipped through the movie channels, but the look on her face made him think she wasn't really sure what to watch or if she really wanted to watch anything. Luckily the familiar scent of popcorn and the sound of popping quickly filled the room.

"So how is that new star, Lydia, doing?" Harry asked. "You've been rather quiet about her lately. Except for saying that you've been pushing her."

Ginny dropped the remote to consider the question for a minute. "Good, I guess, but she still needs a solid push in the right direction."

"Do you need some extra special coaching consulting? I know of a guy who's available. He's even willing to do it for free. He's the generous sort of guy. I think you might know him."

Ginny tried to hide her amusement, but she still had to raise her hand to cover the growing smirk. "I don't know anyone with such chivalrous ideals."

"Ah… a pity, but I'm sure he'll be willing to help despite you being ignorant of his many talents."

"I'll think about this most generous offer."

"Great." Harry clapped his hands together as the timer for the popcorn went off. "I'll get my guy to talk to his guy to talk to him to talk to his guy to talk to my guy to talk to me to tell you."

"Sounds… um… complicated."

"Very, so I'm sure you'll be very grateful when he accepts."

"I'll be sure to be suitably grateful."

Harry came back from the kitchen. Two bowls of popcorn with him. "Got a movie."

She pointed at the highlighted title. He grimaced. "Again?"

"You know I love this movie!"

Harry sagged in feigned defeat. She knew he liked it as well even if his ego would not allow him to admit as much. "Fine." Then he faced her. "Conniving?"

Ginny shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth and chewed slowly while the movie began. "All girls are devious."

He gave a nervous chuckle. Ginny had proven most tricky, especially in a game of Quidditch. He wrapped a free arm around her and smiled.

Lydia arrived in Diagon Alley with James and he immediately took her hand in his, which felt warm as it surrounded hers. Being summer the sun remained relatively high in the sky despite the hour and many witches and wizards still milled about on the streets. Younger children and teens walked around with friends as they enjoyed the Friday evening away from parents and school.

She once again wondered where he could be taking her. Her mind immediately thought about the Windswept Broom, the place where Quidditch stars would often hang out. And if she really started dreaming then perhaps the Conjured Matchstick, the most expensive restaurant in the Alley. Her head shook slightly, that was foolish thinking. James would never be able to take her to such a place, but a girl was allowed to dream.

"I hope mum didn't scare you too much," Lydia decided to say. "She's as new to a guy coming as I am to be going out on a real date."

His grip tensed just a little. "No, not really. I was nervous, but your mother was actually really great." Lydia relaxed a little. Being late she had worried that her mother would terrorise James. Luckily her father was still at the office. "I was actually expecting your father to be there to give me a long speech and glare to boot."

Lydia shook her head. Her father would definitely have done that. "Thanks for taking me out tonight," she said. "I've been training every day the whole week so I really need to relax a little."

"Same here," James agreed. "I've been so sore that I could hardly walk."

"I swear Coach Potter tried to make every last muscle, no matter how small, stiff."

James laughed. "That sounds about right…" He coughed. "You know from what I heard."

"Yeah, they say training for the League is difficult, but I guess nothing can prepare you for reality."

"No, I guess not." He squeezed her hand. "We're here."

Lydia glanced up and then gasped. "James!" she said through clenched teeth. "I'm not dressed for the Conjured Matchstick."

He stared at her. "What? I think you look beautiful and… um… perfect."

Her cheeks grew warm. "You could have warned me at least."

"And take all the fun away from seeing that panicked expression."

She swatted his arm playfully. "Idiot." The smile could not be hidden, however.

He held out his arm, and she slipped hers through. He pushed open the door, and they were quickly escorted to a secluded table on the first floor that looked out over a large part of Diagon Alley. She felt very out of place.

"Relax a little," James whispered. "You're a Harpy."

"Almost a Harpy," she muttered in reply.

James shook his head, almost as if he knew something she didn't. "You'll be playing your first game much sooner than you expect."

"I don't know what you've been brewing in that cauldron of yours at home, but the Harpy's have three Chasers if I remember correctly from last season and the team did quite well in the end."

James disagreed. "The Chasers were horrible. Your Captain saved the games more times than not."

"Hmm… well, yes… but that still doesn't mean I'm going to replace any of them. They're experienced."

"But you've got way more talent." He countered matter-of-factly.

She ignored him picked up the menu and started to read just so that she could hide her face behind the large, gold, inlaid menu. She peeked over the top. "Isn't this a bit extravagant? I mean the Conjured Matchstick?"

He shrugged. "A little, but I am allowed to spoil you. If you like, then we can also see this as us celebrating our new careers."

That made some sense and made her feel a little better at him bringing her here. She relaxed and let her gaze wander down at the menu again. "Merlin," she whispered. "A whole galleon for a starter." She tensed again. "Are you sure you can afford this?"

"Relax," he said casually. "I saved a bit."

She narrowed her eyes. "You saved a bit to bring me here." She carefully placed the menu on the table. "How much money do you have?"

His grip tightened visibly around where he held the menu. "My family is comfortable. We own a few businesses."

"Successful?" she asked.

"I think so, but I haven't really been involved, and I honestly don't know half of what my parents are up to."

"Then why do you work so hard? Your grades were high, and you push yourself when flying."

His eyes scanned the menu and then he too placed it on the table. The waiter arrived as if summoned. "May I be of service," the man asked.

"Yes, a bottle of a decent red." The waiter raised an affronted eyebrow. "What, would you rather have me pretend that I know what I'm talking about?"

"No, sir," the waiter answered. "Do you have a price range?" The words dripped with sarcasm.

James motioned for the waiter to come closer then he whispered something in the man's ear. The waiter stiffened disdainfully then nodded. "Very well, sir. Would you like some starters?"

Lydia's stomach grumbled at precisely the wrong moment. James smiled then ordered two plates of something that made the waiter grimace. "What did you just order? I don't think I've seen a waiter so displeased."

"Two plates of fries and a cheap bottle of wine," James grinned. "I don't think the waiter thinks much of me at the moment."

Lydia tried to hide her growing smile. "Fries in a place like this? What were you thinking, James?"

He smiled. "What, it's on the menu, and I think we could both do with a nice plate of fries before the really expensive and small meal arrives."

Lydia's eyes widened. She had heard that portions were really small in fancy restaurants, but since she had never been to one, there was no way of actually knowing. "Are they really small?"

"Miniscule," James answered. "But the taste should be divine."

"And the price astronomical." She added.

He leaned forwards and placed a hand over hers. "Relax, I wouldn't have brought you here if I could not afford to treat the most wonderful girl in the world."

"Watch it, what's your mother going to say?"

James grinned. "She will have to live with being relegated to second."

Lydia looked away. "That's really pathetic you know."

"Well, it's the truth."

As much as she hated to admit it, his words really made her feel good. The past week had been so hard and almost demoralising at times that a compliment went a long way to ease festering worries.

Lydia could only chuckle when the wine and fries arrived, and James ordered the main course. Lydia let him since she knew nothing of the French words scribbled on the menu. At least the wine and starters were excellent. She could live with this being the only meal of the night.

"This really makes getting dressed up worth it."

"The fries or the wine?"

"The company and the view," she added. "I really needed to unwind."

"Me too," he said as well. "Coach has been pushing me relentlessly."

"Mine too." Lydia placed another chip in her mouth and chewed slowly. "She's really trying her best to beat me into the ground."

"They have their reasons I suppose." Lydia glanced up at James. "I mean, Potter didn't win so many leagues as coach by being ignorant."

"No, I suppose not, but I wish she would ease up sometimes. The first day was the only day we just relaxed."

James dipped a fry in some tomato sauce then ate it while deep in thought. "I'm sure she'll ease up at some point during the season."

Lydia moaned. "I hope so."

"But I'm sure you're loving it, aren't you?" he questioned.

She sat up. "Of course, I'm just a bit tired at the moment."

The meal arrived and they enjoyed the taste in silence. Outside people wondered around in the slowly fading light. A few stood around and some even stared up at the restaurant, perhaps imagining themselves sitting up here.

"That really was divine," Lydia said after the waiter removed their plates.

He only smiled. "I told you it would be great."

"Don't get too arrogant Mr. There is still way too much you need to tell me about yourself before I'll start believing everything the sprouts out of that mouth of yours."

He paled slightly probably remembering all those times he said things he didn't want to share. "Well… you know…"

"Complicated," she added for him. "I know, but you're lucky I'm such a trusting and patient witch."

"Family matters, you know. Not mine to tell."

She inhaled softly. "I don't know what Muggles could possibly want to hide, but if I didn't believe you then I wouldn't be sitting here now would I."

The relaxed atmosphere evaporated, and James rubbed at his forehead. "I guess we should probably be calling it a night."

She did not feel like leaving, but it wouldn't help to sit here for much longer. "I have to be up early tomorrow."

"Me too," he sighed regrettably. "But maybe we could take a walk through Diagon Alley."

The sun had barely set and most of the small shops were still open. "I'd like that."

James paid the bill while being careful to hide the actual number of digits. There was little doubt that it had been very expensive.

"Do I want to know?" she asked once they were outside. The weather was pleasant as the night had yet to cool down.

"Probably not," he answered.

She frowned. "You know I won't be able to make that up to you."

He shrugged. "Never expected you to." His hand dropped to his side before reaching out to take hold of hers. "The joke shop is still open."

Lydia shook her head. "The joke shop?"

"What? It's a fun place, isn't it?" He began to lead her enthusiastically towards the crazy store. She followed along helplessly. Not that she was fighting. It had been years since she last went in. Not since her mother started working there.

The bright lights of the store appeared even more dazzling in the dark of night. It was also surprisingly quiet with only a few customers milling about. Most looking for gifts or parents buying for parties.

James bent down to examine a dangerous looking box. "I love this place."

Lydia glanced about nervously. Like the last time, it felt as if something was going to jump out from a shadow and jinx her with a cruel laughing spell or something. "Doesn't the store make you edgy?"

He stared up at her, confused. "Why would it do that?" There was genuine honesty in his voice.

She blushed. "I guess I just had a bad experience here a few years ago."

He nodded in understanding. "The owners have a history of not really being discrete in the use of their arts."

"Could have fooled me," she huffed, arms crossed.

"But they really are nice guys," he added in a matter-of-fact tone.

Her eyebrow lifted. "How would you know them?"

He shrugged. "Come in here often enough and you'll meet them."

She bit her lip. Her mother worked a day job here and she hardly ever saw them. "I thought they don't come here often."

James hurried towards another stand. "I guess I must have been lucky then."

Lydia harrumphed. "You are the lucky type aren't you?"

His shoulders sagged, but the smile remained on his face. "Not really, but maybe things are starting to find a balance."

James left the store with Lydia a few minutes later. The night air had cooled drastically and flickering street lamps created dozens of shadows that flittered about restlessly. It made him uneasy. He felt for the wand on his right forearm. The familiar warmth eased some worries. A second wand, not as well attuned to him, was strapped to his left arm. His father had relentlessly drilled them in self-defence.

Beside him Lydia walked calmly, her posture showed her to be relaxed and her eyes meandered slowly over the multitude of well-lit shop windows. Like his sister, Lydia's gaze tended to linger longer on dresses and shoes than anything else.

A shadow disappeared into an alley. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Perhaps it was paranoia, but something in what he saw sparked a memory. Something felt very wrong. He looked back the way they had come and saw another shadow duck into an alley.

"Lydia," he spoke calmly not wanting to scare her over nothing. "I think we should be going."

"It's still so nice out," she replied.

He tried to look disappointed, but it proved difficult with his rising anxiety. It took all those drills with his father to keep total panic at bay. "I'm suddenly very tired and as much as I am enjoying tonight…" he managed to fake a yawn.

She appeared disappointed and he felt sorry for ruining a good night, first at dinner and now by pushing to go home. "Alright."

He removed his wand, wrapped an arm around her waist and Apparated. Nothing happened.

"Dammit," he said not even realising his use of a Muggle term.

"What's wrong?" Lydia asked being unaware that James had been unable to Apparate due to a ward.

A flash of light gave warning of an incoming spell long before it reached them. Being on edge allowed for a quick reaction. He dove over Lydia pushing her to the ground mere moments before a red spell exploded against the opposite wall. He let go of her and rolled up onto one knee and held up his wand. "Stay down," he said firmly to Lydia. "And get your wand out."

"What's happening?" she asked.

James ducked his head around the corner and fired a stunner down the street. Two spells came flying back. He hid behind the stone wall as fire erupted to the side. Lydia screeched. The events were unexpected and she had never been trained. He bit down hard trying to think. A moment later he slapped his forehead and removed the Portkey pendant from around his neck. He reached out, gripped her hand, and activated it. Nothing happened.

"Dammit!" he cursed again.

James threw his arm around the corner and fired off a few rapid stunners. It bought them a moment's reprise. "What's going on?" she asked more adamantly.

"Trouble," James replied, not looking in her direction. He didn't know how, but someone must have learned the truth about him.

"What…" her words were cut-off by a thunderous explosion.

James stumbled backwards and his back hit the hard wall. Lydia lay slumped against the far wall. He tried moving towards her, but the world only faded into the deepest black.

Harry was just getting comfortable after the movie. Ginny's lap once again proved to be a wonderful pillow. The best ever in his opinion. He snuggled up a little bit closer, his right hand just coming to rest on her exposed thigh when the charm around his wrist became warm. He sat up.

"What is it?" Ginny asked, worried.

James' charm glowed a dull red. "He can't get home."

It grew warm again. Ginny brushed her hair back and charmed it into a ponytail, a sign she was getting serious. "It's pulsing. He must be desperate."

Harry did not reply. He simply grabbed his wand concentrated on the location being transmitted by the spell and Apparated. Ginny was by his side by the time his vision cleared and he realised that they were in the middle of Diagon Alley. She watched his back while he tried to make sense of exactly where they were. The absence of James meant they were on the outskirts of an anti-apparation ward.

"See anything?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing," her reply hinted at desperation.

An explosion vibrated through the ground and a flash of light told them where the fighting was taking place.

"Be careful," Harry said to his wife.

She nodded. "I'm here to watch your back."

He gave her a meaningful stare. Ginny knew how to defend herself better than most, but she was out of practice and not experienced, but this was their son. "Just don't do anything rash."

"I promise, Harry."

He took her word and then hurried down towards the explosion not wanting to waste another second. The noise from the fight grew louder and Harry began to slow down. Rushing into the middle of a fight without knowledge ultimately led to more deaths. He halted near a corner and peered around. Three men were firing curses down the alley.

He raised three fingers at Ginny and then signalled that she should cover him. There was no argument. Another loud explosion shook the alley. Windows exploded and fires began to break out. There was no more time for waiting. Harry leapt out from behind their cover and fired two efficient spells. Two men dropped to the ground, the third promptly fell to the second of Ginny's stunners.

The dark alley grew quiet, save for the flames starting to rise into the air. Harry, guarded by Ginny, crept down the cobbled street until he found what he was looking for. It wasn't good, but it could have been a lot worse. He signalled for Ginny and then dropped to his knee to feel for a pulse in his son's neck. It was there, rhythmic and strong.

Not allowing himself to relax Harry checked James' date. Harry froze, it was Lydia, the Harpies new Chaser. He shook his head, dismissing any thoughts and felt for her pulse. Hers was much fainter. "We need to get her to a hospital."

"James?" Ginny asked, her back towards him as she guarded the entrance to the alley. "I think there are more out there." The alley grew bright from her spells.

"Take him home. I'll get Lydia to…"

Ginny flicked a firm if somewhat imprecise shield into existence. A bright orange spell exploded against it. The light almost blinded them. "We better get going." Her voice sounded strained.

"We can't carry them both," Harry said through gritted teeth.

She fended off another attack. The timing between blows meant there could only be a single assailant out there. Harry hurriedly tested a Portkey and then tried to Apparate, neither proved successful. With options running out he woke James with a careful spell. His eyes fluttered open and his pale skin contrasted strongly with the dark red blood flowing down his cheeks

"We need to hurry," Harry said urgently. James' gaze remained unfocused but he must have understood as he tried to get to his feet. Harry had to help. He gripped his son's shoulders. "I need you to follow your mother out of here." James looked around, but his balance was a little out. It would have to do. "Take Lydia!" Harry called out to Ginny. "I'll cover you."

Again she didn't argue. Harry hurried to her side and began an offensive into the dark night. Behind he heard his wife lift the unconscious girl. "We're ready to go."

"James, keep an eye out for an attack from the front. Don't attack, just use shields and keep running. I'll be behind you."

Harry stepped fully into the dark alley and fired numerous spells. The attacker would be forced to hide behind cover. The sound of James' light feet and Ginny's burdened footfalls faded into the distance. Harry followed. Learning the identity of the attackers came second to coming out of Diagon Alley alive and in one piece.

Lydia woke to the sounds of hushed voices. Her eyes remained closed, too tired to open them. She couldn't remember how she'd gotten home. The night after the restaurant seemed a blur.

"Will she be alright?" the concerned voice of her mother asked.

Lydia mentally frowned. Of course she was alright, she was sleeping in her bed.

An unfamiliar voice answered her mother. "She should be waking soon, Mrs. Walker. There were no major internal injuries and the cuts and bruises have already healed."

Her mother muttered something in reply. Then there was silence before a door opened and closed.

"I'm very sorry about this." It was James' voice. "I never expected something…"

"It's not your fault," her mother's voice sounded forced with a slight tremor.

"But still, I should have made sure…"

"Nonsense," she cut him off again. "Just look at you."

James did not reply. Lydia continued to lie still, her senses returning slowly and eventually her eyes managed to flicker open. Perhaps then this weird dream would pass.

A warm calloused hand gripped hers. "You're awake."

She rolled her head towards the sound of the voice. "Of course I am, silly," Lydia whispered, her voice soft and hoarse. Her eyes widened as the realisation dawned on her that something had happened to her. "What? What happened?"

James looked up as if looking at someone else. "Some people attacked us in Diagon Alley last night." Lydia's grip tightened around his. "We were lucky to have escaped with only minor injuries."

"Memory loss is minor?" she questioned.

His head shook. "No, but it could be a lot worse."

She looked up at the ceiling. "I suppose. At least I can still remember dinner." Her lips quirked up in a smile. "That was nice."

"It was," James replied, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Her mother came into view and grabbed her other hand. James let go and stepped away. "I was so worried." Tears flowed down her mother's cheeks. "You wouldn't wake up and the Healers were pouring strange potions down your throat all night."

Her mother wiped damp cheeks with a tissue. "Still, I wish we could take you home."

Lydia shook her head, but she was beginning to grow tired again. "This will probably be better, mum."

Her mother sagged "I know. I just hate not having you at home. A good bowl of soup…"

"I'll be safe, mum. This was just some random event. They happen." Even though she said the words to comfort her mother, it bothered Lydia. She couldn't remember anything, but her mother didn't seem to notice.

The door to the room opened and Lydia swallowed. Ginny, dressed in casual clothes, walked into the room. Her eyes flicked to James and narrowed slightly. Then she stepped towards Lydia and her coaches' eyes softened. "I've decided to let you off the hook tomorrow… or today actually."

"Thank you," Lydia managed to say.

Her coach smiled. "You'll be glad to know that all the assailants were captured. Their trial's tomorrow and I'm sure they'll spend some time in Azkaban."

Lydia closed her eyes. "That's good I suppose." She sat up a little straighter. "Um… coach. This is my mother and my boyfriend…"

"James, the Cannon's new little Seeker," she shook her head. "I should have guessed that he's the idiot you'd end up with."

Lydia grew defensive. "He's not an idiot!" she said forcefully.

James reached out to her. "Ignore her Lydia, I'm sure she's just a little mad at me for getting you hurt?"

Ginny rounded on James and her wand flicked out and with a single smooth motion the room was silenced. Only the four of them in the room would hear the coming argument. "Am I mad that you got my Chaser hurt?"

"It wasn't like I could've done anything about it?" He countered.

Lydia's mother gripped her hand. The two would not be interfering in this little debate.

"Oh, really, since when do you walk the streets at night?"

James blushed a little. "It was a perfectly wonderful evening and tons of people were still walking the streets."

Ginny crossed her arms under her breasts. "And didn't you notice that everyone had suddenly disappeared?"

He glanced down at the floor. "I was a little distracted…"

Her coach rubbed her forehead. "It must have been a great evening."

"It was," James said a bit more firmly.

Ginny shoulder's sagged a little. "You asked if I'm angry because you hurt my Chaser." James nodded. "You know the answer to that question, James."

His eyes grew a little moist. "I did everything I was supposed to. I even reacted before…"

Lydia watched in shock and then anger as Ginny stepped towards James and wrapped him in her arms. "I'm just glad that you made it out alive, James."

"I couldn't get out. I tried Apparating and the Portkey wouldn't work… it was… my barrier… I…" He began to cry.

"I know, James, I know." She held him even closer and let him drench her shoulder with wet tears.

Lydia raised a questioning eyebrow at her mother who shrugged in response. Her coach stroked a hand through James' hair. "It's alright, your father felt your panic. We came as quickly as we could."

"I'm sorry, mum,"

Lydia blinked. "Mum?" she said out loud without thought. Neither of the two heard or reacted to what Lydia said. Ginny just continued to hold her son as emotions flowed from him.

James sniffed. "I should've done better. I saw something and I tried to get to out, but nothing worked."

She kissed his forehead. "You did good James. You kept a cool head and kept yourself and Lydia alive."

He shook his head. "I was so scared. I could feel myself panicking."

"That's normal James. Your father will tell you."

"Father!" Lydia shrieked as the penny dropped.

James and his mother reacted to the sudden shout. He wiped at his face, but his hands continued to tremble. She noticed the large cut and red stains on his clothes for the first time. "I guess the cat's out of the back."

Ginny held out a hand. "A pleasure to meet you." Lydia shook the hand awkwardly. Her coach then rounded on her son. "What I'm really hurt about is that you never told me that you were dating my Chaser!"

James stuck his hands into his pockets. "Well, it was… you know."

Then she rounded on Lydia. "And how could you not tell me that you were dating the Cannon's new Seeker?"

"Well, it was… you know."

Ginny threw her hands up into the air. "At least you think the same." Her coach found a vacant chair and fell into it. "Both of you can count yourselves lucky that I probably understand your reason better than either of you two do yourselves."

Lydia's mother let out a soft laugh. "Children do tend to be a little blond at times."

"A little?" Ginny laughed in what sounded like relief. "But I think all that matters tonight is that you two are safe."

A/N

Hope you enjoyed. I'm busy writing the next chapter and parts of the following, but after that it's still all empty pages. I really hope I can keep this up as I love writing this story.