Present day:

Ginny:

Gwenog made us run ten laps around the stadium as a warm up. Today was fitness day and already I was heaving by the time I finished ten laps. She shook her head in disapproval, "So unfit, all of you! It seems like none of you kept up your training over the Christmas season!" I bent my body forward to try and ease some of the stiffness I felt in my legs. Gwenog yelled, "Waterbreak!" and everyone scrambled for their bottles.
She approached me and asked gently, "How are you feeling?" I grimaced, "I would feel a lot better if you hadn't told Harry about the threat." My captain sighed, "Ginny, he was bound to find out from someone sooner or later. He's already getting the threats himself. I know he can protect you." I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Look, it doesn't matter. The point is, I'm tired of his behavior and he's going to get an earful when he gets home." Gwenog sighed and I grabbed the back of my foot and stretched it behind me.

A chaser on the team, Fiona, hurried up to me and said, "Ginny! We were just listening on the wireless! Harry and Hermione have captured a guy! Someone tried to kill them in Diagon Alley!" I felt both pleased and concerned at the same time, "Are they ok?" Fiona nodded, "Both are fine. The man has been taken to Kingsley for questioning." Gwenog nodded at Fiona, "Thanks for the message. Tell the others five minutes and then we're back on the pitch!"
Fiona hurried off and I smiled, "Hopefully, this is the guy who's been sending the threats. Then Harry will have no reason to put me in a safe house." Gwenog smiled and nodded, "For your sake Ginny, and for the teams, I hope so too." I gulped down several mouthfuls of water at once. When I swallowed I asked, "How's Ryan?" Ryan was Gwenog's on-again off-again boyfriend. No-one ever knew what was going on with those two. She smiled, "Oh, we're good thanks. I stayed at his last night." I rolled my eyes, "One can only guess what that means." She mocked punched my elbow, "Hey! I don't need mockery from you, Miss Weasley!" I laughed, "Don't forget, Miss Jones, Mr Potter is my boyfriend and if you dare punch my arm, even in a friendly gesture, he'll come running!" Gwenog and I laughed so hard we were in stitches by the time the rest of the team came back.

Everyone eyed me with a look that said, "What did you do?!" in amazement. Most of the team were newer members than me. There were only two others remaining who were there since before I joined who was Jessica Ackley and Georgia Rivers. Two years was a long-standing post. It's also why I felt like I couldn't just ditch Gwenog and join the Auror department. She would never forgive me and besides, the practice hours were flexible.

We pulled ourselves together as the rest of the team approached. Gwenog said fiercely, "Right, everybody on their brooms! Twenty laps around the field!" Gwen and I had gotten to be really good friends over the last two years. We supported each other in every way a friend could. She'd come to my place several times after Ryan had broken up with her, and we'd drunken wine together. Harry sometimes said she was a "bad influence" which I found rude of him. At least she was often there when he wasn't. However, the one thing that got to me about Gwenog was, if she was determined to make you as fit as a wrestler, she was going to make you that fit.

Flashback: 31st July 1998

Today was Harry's eighteenth birthday and I couldn't help remember the events of last year. I had lured him up into my bedroom to give him his birthday present. I remembered wondering if I would ever see him again. I hadn't been wrong in thinking he might not. I had told him, "That's the silver lining I've been looking for…" before kissing him eagerly. I remembered his lips on mine and as I did, I felt a shiver down my spine.

I bit my lip as I remembered the kiss, how passionate it was and I had then wished it could last forever. I was making him a birthday cake for tonight. Mum would normally make it, but George was getting permission to leave the clinic so that he could be here for Harry's birthday celebration. I had been whenever mum came back home, so I often went to go and sit with him in the evenings. He never said much at all and it worried all of us.

I was making Harry a chocolate cake using mums recipe when he walked in at lunchtime. He stopped midway and I turned to give him a faint smile, "Happy eighteenth." Harry grimaced slightly, "Thanks. I hope you're not making that for me." I frowned, "Who else would I make it for?" Harry sighed and responded, "Ginny…we don't have to do this." I raised an eyebrow, "Do what? Make you a birthday cake? Mum told me to…" Harry sighed and shook his head as he approached me slowly, "No. Make it terribly awkward for either of us."

I cracked the eggs in the mixture to avoid his intense gaze, "I'm not trying to make it awkward." Harry sighed heavily, "How did we stray this far Ginny?" I refused to look at him anyway, "Do you really want to ask me that question?" Harry's gaze dropped to the floor before he asked, "You still haven't forgiven me?" I concentrated on whisking my mixture together, "Not entirely, no."

He stared at me intently while I whisked away and I felt him stare at me. Suddenly he said, "Come and fly with me, Ginny!" I grimaced and said, "Why on earth would I do that?" Harry smiled briefly, "Because I know we both need it."

I paused in my whisking and he ceased the opportunity to drag me out of the house, get our brooms out of the shed and we raced to the forest. Harry huffed and unclipped his cloak so it lay on the floor. He smiled genuinely for the first time in days, maybe weeks. It's amazing how good exercise could be for a person. Harry beamed at me, "Fastest person to the end of the forest and back wins?" I beamed, "You bettya!"

When we got back to the edge of the forest, I had won by a margin. I jumped in my broom and fist-punched the air, "Yes! Yes!" Harry grinned at me, "You've still got it!" I rolled my eyes and bowed, "Of course I have! I'm not that unfit!" Harry chuckled, "I most definitely am. I think I could so with some training." I rolled my eyes again, "Please, you were my captain. You taught me all I know."

Harry and I sat down on the edge of the forest. He shook his head, "That's not true. Your brothers taught you double what I did. You have to give them a lot of the credit." I shrugged, "I guess so." We sat in a comfortable silence for a minute before Harry asked, "Do you ever think how it was before I left? When I was away…all my spare time I spent thinking of you and how it was back then."
I debated on whether or not I should answer honestly. In the end, I replied, "I do think about it. It's not so much the fact that you left that hurt me. It was more…not knowing when you would come back. And whether or not you would come back alive. So when I saw you dead in Hagrid's arms…I lost it. I felt dead myself." Harry grimaced and whispered softly, "I'm sorry Ginny. I really cannot apologize enough. Please understand that it was necessary for you to not know my whereabouts in case you were questioned." I nodded and replied, "I understand that Harry. I understand your reasoning." Harry continued, "I know I was wrong. I know it and I know leaving you behind didn't help. Neville told me how they tortured you and I just…I can't live with myself Ginny. You deserve someone so much better than me."

I suddenly felt bad for him for the first time in months. I stared at the ground, "I'm sorry Harry for the way I've been behaving. It's just…so hard to trust that you'll never leave again and I think you know that's the truth." Harry nodded solemnly and replied, "I can't promise I won't ever leave again, not with the kind of job I have. But I can promise that I'll never leave without letting you know where I'm going and if possible, when I'll be back."
I nodded and sighed, "Ok. That sounds reasonable." We sat in silence for a little while longer before I reached over and took his hand in mine. It was actually feeling quite cold outside but I was enjoying the feeling of the fresh air. Harry squeezed my hand and looked at me, "How is George?" I shook my head, "He's not well. He still has hardly said a word. He's coming over this evening by the way."

Harry swallowed and I could tell he felt nervous, "Why? I mean…is he allowed?" I nodded and said, "Mums gone to go and get his clearance for the evening. He's not a danger to us. He's just traumatized." Harry groaned and shook his head, "I still feel so guilty." I watched him carefully before saying, "You're not the only one. Percy feels awful. He visits George every other day." Harry nodded and grimaced, "Maybe I should make an effort." I replied quickly, "You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable. Most people don't." Harry raised his eyebrows, "Do you?" he asked, finally looking at me.

I shrugged and replied, "It's not really about that for me. He's my brother and I have to be there for him. He'd do the same for me." Harry nodded in agreement, "I know. It must be hard though." I nodded and sighed, "It is." Harry glanced at his watch, "Oh…my lunch break is almost up. I better get going back to the Ministry." I forced a smile and nodded, "Right, I'll see you later," as we got up. He was walking off when I said, "Harry, wait!" He stopped mid-step and as I ran to him, I flung my arms around him. He didn't react for a second before he slipped his arms around my waist.

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