The next morning Ginny woke with a start. Her alarm never went off and she realized with horror that it was almost 11 o'clock in the morning. Flying out of bed she walked in a wide circle around her room trying to calm herself. The day was almost half wasted and she needed to work fast, clipping her hair back and rolling up her sleeves she cracked her knuckles loudly. 'Ok. Tracking potion time.' Digging through her old Hogwarts trunk she pulled out her cauldron and box of ingredients. She prayed they were still fresh, when was the last time she actually brewed a potion?

She had no other option, digging even further into her trunk she tossed out old clothing and Hogwarts a History, trudging further still she felt a stick to her palm and withdrew it sharply. A long string of creative and lengthy curses flew past her lips as she bandaged her hand up and set upon her trunk again with a smarter approach. "Accio Advanced Potion Making!" the tattered book flew into her hand and she kicked her trunk on her way out the door. Setting out the ingredients she set to chopping and crushing them before she set the cauldron to a simmer on the stove. After the potion was set to brew for three hours she began the hunt for the final ingredient, a piece of the person she was looking for.

Ginny had to admit to herself she felt like a stalker crawling along the baseboards for a strand of black hair. The kitchen was clean and so was the hallway, of course there was one place left to look. Pulling back the shower curtain she glared down at the drain. Her least favorite thing to do was clean the damn thing and now she had no other option. Kneeling down in the tub she found one long dark hair. Suppressing a slight gag she picked it up, ran it over to the kitchen, and flung it to the cauldron, it floated down unknowing of her repulsion. The potion turned the most marvelous glittering gilt. She had to smile; of course essence of Harry was pure gold.

With twenty minutes left to brew Ginny went back to her room to get changed. Jeans and a long sleeve shirt were pulled on and as she was sliding her left sock on the entire flat quaked as if a bomb imploded. Sprinting to the kitchen with wand clenched at her side the mass destruction made her eyes widen. The cauldron seemed to have been blown apart and a rather large chunk of it was imbedded in the wall above the stove. The potion that had once been gold had changed to a muddled gray and now painted her walls in wide arcs. Obviously tracking him was not an option. Stupid really, if all it took to track him was a single hair he would have been found ages ago. With a rather withered look she walked to the center of the destruction and snapped "Scourgify!"

In a rather foul mood she looked up at the clock. Quarter past five already, she had to think fast. Harry could be out of the country by now if he really wanted to. This was his home and she knew how hard it must have been for him to come here, let alone get up the will to actually leave. He certainly would not contact anyone else, he had been reluctant enough to come here. But where would he go next? He never learned to how to drive a car so the main roads would be off limits and that would mean he either took a cab or–. She cut herself off mid thought. Of course she knew where he would go!

Speeding out of her flat she made a beeline for the nearest underground. Two trains and four unbearably crowded blocks later she found herself panting outside King's Cross Station. Steeling herself she pushed her way through the milling crowd and picked up a discarded paper left on a nearby bench. Flipping it open she slowed her pace and discretely fell in beside the only other person leaning against the wall between platforms 9 and 10.

"You must have known I would find you," Ginny spoke softly. She saw his figure stiffen behind the paper.

"I wasn't expecting it so soon is all." The smile was plain in his voice, so was the wariness.

"I told you I want to help. I work in the Auror office I hear things, and I have always been discrete. "

"And I told you that it was too dangerous."

"Do you really think I give a damn? I am tired of praying every morning that I don't read the name of a loved one on the obituaries. I'm tired of sitting back in my cushy chair while my friends and family put their lives on the line every single day. Enough is enough."

"But you're alive. And will be tomorrow and the day after. Someone has to live to tell the next generation we didn't die in vain. I will not allow you to waste your life."

"You have no say over what I can or cannot do," her voice was icy and her fingers tore holes through the paper. "I am fully capable on deciding who or what I will die for. And if the freedom of a life safe from the oppression is not a worthy enough cause then you better me what is."

The silence between them was thick with tension. Ginny swallowed hard, afraid she had said too much. He closed the paper and deliberately turned toward her and said "Excuse me miss would you mind throwing this away for me I have a train to catch," he promptly walked down the platform and disappeared around a corner.

Ginny was absolutely shocked. She folded her paper up and was about to throw them both in the nearest bin when something small fell from inside the folds. She bent down and picked up the battered square of paper. Errant animus reperio, underneath there was a small drop of blood. She read the line over once more before the note folded in upon itself, over and over again, until it disappeared entirely from her hand. She smiled and clenched a fist; a faint square was traced into the back of her hand.

Trashing the papers and made the slow journey home. Her mind raced as she sat back in the plastic subway chair and closed her eyes, her right fist still tightly clenched in her lap. Organizing every rumor she had heard in the last month. Chastising herself for not paying closer attention she realized that the only useful thing she could possibly tell harry right now is that He was allegedly seen in Albania. Great information; he may be in another country or maybe he's sitting right under Fudge's chair as we speak.

Stepping into her apartment she sat down at her kitchen table and mused. What good would that information even do Harry? They could meet up for a spot of tea and talk about the Queen, sounds marvelous. Neither can live while the other survives. . . Harry has to kill Voldemort. There is no other way around it. What he needs is a secret weapon, something so powerful and good that it would blast apart the evil residing at the core of Voldemort's soul. But how could something like that even exist? And if it did it would surely be locked up tightly in the ministry where no one but the highest Obliviators would have access to.

She placed her right hand on the table, palm up, and traced a square into the center. Something began to unfold ten times over in her hand until the note rested in her hand, full sized and heavily creased. Slipping it onto the table she flexed her hand and smiled demurely; creating that spell with Hermione second year had been one of their most useful endeavors even if it had taken most of the term, most useful when hiding notes from the prying eyes of McGonagall. Who would have guessed that it would have practical advantages out of school?

Taking out her wand she hung the tip over the drop of blood and clearly said, "Errant animus reperio." She waited a moment but nothing seemed to happen. Laying down her wand she picked up the paper and turned it over to reveal two lines of block text;

38 Soho Square, London England;
Couch Under the Window, Left Pocket

Curious Ginny grabbed a spare sheet of paper from her desk and scribbled across the top 'Will this really work?' She folded it in half and apparated it to the given address. She nervously drummed her fingers on the table waiting for a reply. A few minutes later the same sheet of paper popped onto her table. She snatched it up and recognized his chicken scratch of an excuse for penmanship,

'Nope, definitely did not work, there goes my career as an Auror!'

Grabbing her quill she smirked as she wrote back 'With that attitude I would never want you to be one!' She folded the note back and repeated the spell to get his updated location before sending it again, the address changed to the right pocket this time. His response came quicker than the previous one,

'Good, you understand the spell. Always check the address before you send it no matter what. Keep in touch.'

'Before you go I need to know what you do. I don't want to waste my time on false leads or something extraneous.'

'Not right now, but when I have more time I will tell you. Until then.'

She held the paper in her hand and looked at the correspondence fondly before bringing the tip of her wand to a corner and set it ablaze. Best not to leave any evidence at all. Picking up the note from the table she set it in her left palm and muttered "caulis decuplatus," watching as it folded up into her palm, the only indication was the square traced into the back of her hand.

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