Hi Guys. So sorry for the delay. My brand new laptop doesn't have Word on it. What?! Nuts, right? So until I find someone who has it...or break down and buy it, I have to use the old one...and it's SLOW! So. That's my excuse. Oh, and I wanted to bring to ya'lls attention that the diner being named "Bella's" doesn't have to do with Lestrange. It's in honor of my puppy who died on Memorial Day a couple months ago. She was nine months old and my BABY. So anyway, that's that. I don't own anything...HP related. Enjoy.

The visions just kept coming. One wouldn't even end before another would pop in its place. They were all me. Growing up. I was picking a lock on a broomshed to steal my brother's broom. I was watching Fred and George laughing as Ron cried over a teddy with eight legs. I was being carried by my mum through Diagon Alley, my hand wrapped firmly around a sippy. I was showing my first bout of magic, after being teased by my brothers. The table still has scorch marks and those plates that caught fire had to be thrown out. I was getting my letter to Hogwarts. The diary. The basilisk. Riddle. Harry. Dementors. Hogsmeade. The Yule Ball. Thestrals. Sirius. Dumbledore. The Astronomy Tower. The Battle.

The Battle.

The scenes were just running through my head at top speed. When I got outside to help the third year Ravenclaw wanting to go home, it all slowed down. I felt Harry near. I felt him leaving. We won, though. We buried Fred three days later. Six years past. Six years of utter happiness. There was always the hole there that Fred filled, but we were all safe.

Ron and Hermione got married. George and Percy kept up the joke shop. Charlie was still dealing with dragons, now with his fiancé, Jana. Bill and Fleur had two beautiful children. And me. With Harry. Like it was supposed to be.

We had a lovely flat on the outskirts of London. The forest behind it reminded us of the forbidden forest at Hogwarts. It was beautiful. Two weeks after I turned twenty-three, our lives fell apart.

Harry came home from work, as usual. He had a big grin on his face. This could have been because he'd asked me to marry him two weeks prior….great birthday present. We hadn't stopped grinning like idiots since. He had just wrapped his arms around me and leaned in for a good snog, when an owl flew through the window and landed on the kitchen table. It dropped a note off and flew off again, with another note in its beak. We looked startled, but recovered quickly. Harry opened the letter and turned pale. He quickly grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the back of the house.

"Where are we going? What's wrong?" I tried to pull from his grasp, but he held on. I knew I'd have bruises the next day.

He didn't let go of me till we got to a clearing in the woods. All of the sudden, screams permeated the air and spells were being shot. I looked back and saw my brothers Ron and Percy dueling a couple Death Eaters. Mum was there, too, casting shields around an injured George. Hermione was trying to spell him better.

"Ginny, love, listen. You have to go. They are coming for you." Harry said in a rush, all the while still dragging me.

"Why? Who? I don't understand! Harry. Stop! You're hurting me!"

This seemed to sink into his head far enough so that he let go of my wrist and wrapped me in a big hug. He just held me and breathed in my hair. He looked in my eyes, and I could see tears forming in his.

"Love, I'm sorry. I really am. I love you, Ginny. Please don't forget it." He placed a gold bracelet on my wrist, kissed me hungrily and quickly, and pointed his wand at me.

A bright blue light engulfed me and that's the last I remember.

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG

I moaned. It hurt to move. I felt a goose egg on the back of my head and emotions and memories flowing through me like a tidal wave. I registered I was on something soft, somewhere that smelled familiar. I felt a cool cloth being put on my head and I opened my eyes. Shelly had tears in her eyes as she sat, holding my hand and wiping my brow with the cloth.

"Gin, hon, are you okay? You gave me quite the scare. I didn't think you'd actually faint seeing him."

If my eyes could have popped out of my head, they would have. "You know Harry? Harry Potter?"

Sheepishly, Shelly replied, "Well, yes. We did go to school together."

I sat up straight, ignoring the pain and dizziness it caused. "School?! Hogwarts? What year? Who are you?" I was starting to hyperventilate and I knew it. I made myself calm down and Shelly took this time to prepare her answers.

"Four years ago, some Death Eaters decided they had found a way to bring Voldemort back. Now, they were wrong about it, he's gone, never coming back, but they had to try. Their plan was to take you and use your body when they brought him back. A younger person, plus it would have tortured Harry to have to fight him in your body. We got an owl from a spy inside about two minutes before they showed up at your flat. Lots of the Order apperated there and started fighting, but Harry had the sense to send you to the safe place we had determined. New York. I had been here about six months, and was waiting to see if you'd come. I was hoping, obviously, never to have needed you, but then you showed up. Unfortunately, something happened in your….journey, that caused a memory blackout. You either didn't want to remember, so you voluntarily blocked it out, or you were injured and had real amnesia. Now that you seem to remember things, I'm guessing it was the first."

I was shell shocked. My best friend lied to me. For FOUR years. Death Eaters were after me. Big bloody deal. I'd dealt with them before, I could do it again. Why did he send me away? I wouldn't have let them use me like that. Before I could get all riled up and let myself go at Shelly, Harry and Billy walked in. I was on my feet before I knew it.

I walked right up to Harry and slapped him. Hard. He just took it.

"I deserved that. I did. But Ginny…"

"Don't you Ginny me, Harry Potter. Who the bloody hell do you think you are? Leaving me scared and alone not knowing who I am for four bloody years before coming back and what did you expect? I'd run into your arms, saying you were forgiven and we'd take up life where we left it?" I screamed at him. He looked at me like that was exactly what he thought I'd do.

I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of there. I looked around, and realized I was in the break room of the diner. I needed my wand. My wand.

Whirling around to face him again, he backed up. Smart man. "Where is my wand?" I seethed. With shaking fingers, he pulled it out of his pocket, but didn't hand it to me.

"Smart man," mouthed Billy to Shelly. I turned and gave him a glare that made him shrink behind her.

Looking back at Harry, I just held my hand out. Thinking about the top of our building, which has a spectacular view of the city, I glared harder and spoke.

"NOW, Potter. Give. Me. MY. Wand!"

He handed it to me gingerly. I immediately felt the warmth of magic spread through my body. I closed my eyes, concentrated on my building roof, and spun. Time away from magic must have done my instincts in. As I was feeling the pulling sensation, I felt a hand wrap around my arm...