Thanks for all the reviews guys! They made me want to update even sooner! The first three paragraphs are taken directly from the seventh Harry Potter book. No copyright infringement intended!

"Ginny," said Harry, "I'm sorry, but we need you to leave too. Just for a bit. Then you can come back in."

Ginny looked simply delighted to leave her sanctuary.

"And then you can come back in!" he shouted after her as she ran up the steps after Tonks. "You've got to come back in!"

As soon as Ginny was out of Harry's sight, he heard a heart-piercing scream. His knees went weak; he knew that scream.

"GINNY!" Harry raced up the steps after Ginny, dreading what he was about to see. As he came to the last step, he saw what he feared most: Ginny was lying on the ground, motionless, eyes wide open, a look of sheer terror still etched on her face.

"NOOOOO!" Harry crawled over too her and took her still body in his arms, holding her tightly. "My fault, my fault, my fault," he said over and over. "My fault, my fault."

"Harry!"

He ignored the person calling his name, knowing that nothing mattered to him anymore. He wanted to join Ginny in peaceful death. "My fault, my fault, my fault."

"Harry!" Someone was shaking him - hard. "HARRY!"

"My fault, my fault, my fault."

"Harry, you have to wake up," this voice was gentler, pleading.

"Harry mate, you're having a dream!" Harry knew this voice, but he hadn't heard it in a while…

Harry startled awake when he realized who was speaking. "Ron? Ron! Hermione! When did you get back?"

"Only just. We had a crazy time mate-"

Hermione interrupted, "Harry, are you alright? You sounded like you were in a lot of pain."

"Yeah, I'm fine," he assured them. "These kinds of dreams happen at least three times a week…"

Hermione looked concerned. "Harry…are you sure you're okay? I mean, I have dreams too, but not that often! What are they about?"

"Just the war…it's not a big deal, really! I'll be okay, Hermione."

"Well, if you're sure…" She still didn't look convinced but decided to leave him alone. "I'm exhausted, so I'm going to bed. See you in the morning!"

"Wait! Aren't you going to tell me what happened in Australia?"

"We'll tell you in the morning, Harry," said Ron while yawning. "I'm dead on my feet." He walked over to Hermione and gave her a hug, although he looked like he wanted to do more. When Hermione left, Harry raised his eyebrows at him. Ron answered with a look that clearly said 'shut up', and Harry didn't say anything but "night". He was too tired too harass his best friend about his love life.

As soon as Ron's head hit his pillow he was fast asleep, but Harry was still haunted by the image of Ginny. As soon as he was sure Ron was out for good, he slowly got out of bed and eased Ron's door open. As he made his way down to Ginny's room he made sure to skip all the creaky steps and tread lightly over the less-than-stable floor. He had done this so many times that he knew where and where not to step. When he reached Ginny's room he slowly pushed in her door, cringing when it squeaked. Thankfully Hermione was sleeping in Percy's old room, so he wouldn't have to worry about waking her, as she was a light sleeper. Ginny, on the other hand, wouldn't wake up if an earthquake struck The Burrow. Harry crept into her room and stood over her sleeping body. I don't even WANT to know how she would react if she woke and saw me standing here, Harry thought. Her reflexes are deadly. Seeing her peaceful body made him relax, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead, just as he did every time he had a nightmare about her. She smiled when he did so, and mumbled his name. He chuckled and made his way back towards Ron's room, loving her even more.

The next morning, Harry slept in longer that normal. He found everyone in the kitchen, focused intently on Ron and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley was bustling around the room, shoving more and more food under their noses, insisting that they looked too thin. They didn't protest, but quietly ate the food that was given to them. When She noticed Harry's arrival she ushered him to the table and started shoving food under his nose as well.

"Good, Harry, now Ron and Hermione can tell us everything that happened!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "We were so worried!" When she said this, she turned to Ron and Hermione and gave them a pointed look.

"Sorry Mum, but there wasn't a lot of access to owls down in Australia," Ron explained, "and we were sort of busy…" At this he looked sheepishly at Hermione and fell silent.

Harry, noticing a person missing asked, "Where's Ginny?"

Mrs. Weasley answered, "She had a few errands to run down in Diagon Alley, dear."

"Why didn't she wait for me?"

"Harry," Hermione said, "think about what's coming up in a couple weeks."

Harry only stared at her, confused, and Hermione sighed. "Your birthday…?"

Understanding, Harry smiled to himself, wondering how Ginny could ever top his present last year.

Ron, getting impatient, said, "Okay, now that everyone's accounted for, can we begin?" Immediately all eyes were on the pair of them as they began their story. "Well, after we got there, there were a lot of things we had to figure out, like where we were staying, how long we planned to be there, etc. Thankfully, Hermione still had the tent, so all we had to do was find a forest and set up camp-"

"Ron," Hermione interrupted, "I don't think they need to hear every detail."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Fine! YOU tell it then."

Hermione smiled and continued the story, explaining to them how they couldn't just walk up to her parents and tell them they had a daughter. They had to ease into it, let her parents get to know her for a week or two first. Thus, they pretended to be new neighbors and visited them almost every day.

Hermione laughed. "We were probably the pushiest neighbors they had ever come across! But it was really good to see them, and I couldn't stay away."

She told of how they finally told them who they really were and put their memories back to normal.

"They though we were bonkers at first!" Ron exclaimed. "Possessed or something…but once we calmed them down they both admitted that something had seemed familiar about Hermione, and allowed her to restore their whole bloody brains. They weren't too happy about it, saying that she should have allowed them to help instead of shipping them off to another country, but eventually they were just happy Hermione was okay."

"But why did it take you so long to come home?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "You were there for a lot longer than two weeks!"

"Well," Hermione began, "my parents decided that it would be best to move back to England, so we helped them sell the house in Australia and get everything in order to come home, which took a while. Then once we got here…the house…" At this Hermione put her hands over her face as tears leaked from her eyes.

Ron could see that Hermione couldn't continue, so he finished the story for her. "When we got to the house we found the whole bloody thing destroyed. Torn to bits! I guess the Death Eaters went looking for them after all, and when no one was there destroyed it out of anger…we don't really know what the story is there, but we were really glad Hermione made the decision to send them away." At this, Hermione emitted a loud hiccup and shivered, and Ron put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"But why didn't you contact us as soon as you were in England! We were worried sick, young man!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"Sorry Mum…we got so caught up in helping out Mr. and Mrs. Granger that I guess we just forgot…" Ron grew quiet and shot another sheepish glance towards Hermione, who had finally gotten a hold of herself.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, "you won't be going on another adventure for a long while Ron. You need to get some rest after the year you've been through! And Hermione, even though I have no control over what you do, I advise you to do the same!"

After a moment of silence, Mr. Weasley spoke for the first time. "So where are the Grangers living now? Do they need a place to stay?"

Hermione shook her head at him. "They decided to just buy a new house instead of bothering to fix up the old one. It was sad to see it go, but it gives them the opportunity to find a smaller one, now that I don't really live with them anymore. I'm going to find a flat, you see."

Everyone looked surprised at this, but it was nothing compared to how they reacted when Ron said, "Er, yeah, um…me too."

Ooooooh, what's going to happen? How will Mrs. Weasley react to THIS news? Wait and see! I'll try to update soon! Oh, and does anyone have any idea when Ginny's birthday is? I have no idea! Let me know if you can =)