I'm soooooo happy you all are reviewing! I love it so much! This chapter introduces a new character, named Annalise, who happens to be based off of myself. Remember, my best friend wrote this story, so I am not writing the extremely generous things she wrote. I don't think those things about myself, and was embarrassed writing it.

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Harry and Ginny spent their last few days in Rome with Shannon, Amber, and occasionally Oswald. They went shopping very often, but Ginny didn't mind. Harry was okay with it, too, except for one day, when Amber and Shannon were looking in the window of a wedding dress shop, and exclaiming how much they liked one. Ginny didn't say anything, but Harry could tell she loved it. Other than that, Harry was fine.

On their last day, Ginny even admitted she might miss Shannon, Amber, and their incredible blondeness. The five off them went to the ballet that day. Oswald and Harry didn't particularly enjoy it, but they agreed it was mildly entertaining to watch people jump so high. Ginny was just surprised at how cultural Shannon and Amber turned out to be.

"Oh, they love the ballet. They drag me here at least once a month." Oswald said, sounding irritable.

Afterwards, the star of the show was signing autographs, so of course they had to go. Her name was Lillian Waters, and Harry thought the name was amusing.

She was nice, and seemed to take to Shannon and Amber. The made a date to eat lunch together.

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After dinner, Harry and Ginny said their goodbyes.

"OH MY GOSH, I'm- I'm just going to miss you guys so much!" Amber sobbed; Shannon patted her on the back.

"Hope you guys have fun in Venice," Oswald said with a wink at Harry. Ginny narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, Harry, lets go back to the hotel and pack our things," she said, just before she waved goodbye and disapparated. Harry followed suit, just hearing the good luck from Oswald.

At the hotel, they packed their things very quickly (thank you, magic) and were ready to leave in five minutes. That is to say, physically, they were ready. Mentally, Harry was no where no ready. Every body that knew told Harry, it was ten thousand to one that she accepted, so why was he so worried?

Why was it that all he could think about was losing her? Mrs. Tonks said that it was normal; that everyone felt that way. Somehow, though, Harry doubted that "everyone" loved their soon-to-be fiancés as much as he loved Ginny. He thought of everything he would give up to spend the rest of his life with her. However, he had to redirect his thoughts to Venice, as that's where the couple was headed. Harry only hoped they'd still be a couple when they left.

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It was Sunday. Harry and Ginny were staying at a wizarding hotel in Venice and they'd never stayed in one before. So, naturally, when they were sitting in their new room, reading the brochure, they were nothing short of amazed.

"Merlin's pants, the have all sorts of wizarding competitions!" Harry exclaimed.

"Like what?" Ginny asked.

"Normal ones like dueling and wizard's chess. And then there are weird ones like wizarding archery and…" he read the page more carefully, "folf?"

"Let me see!" Ginny grabbed the pamphlet. "Oh, they provide wizard tour guides, we don't have to find a ditz off the street! Wow, there's a whole list of about ten. Let's go with a witch, there's only two though. Hmmm, here choose one," She said handing him the pamphlet.

Harry ended up choosing the one with no acne, because both seemed nice enough. Her name was Annalise.

When Harry handed the brochure back to Ginny, an owl was tapping at their window. Harry opened the window, and gave the owl some owl pellets from the jar next to the window. Ginny took the letter and opened it.

"Awwww!" she said giving the photograph to Harry. It was David sitting happily in Ron's lap. Harry was more concerned about behind David though. There, Ron sat, with a weak smile on his pale, thin, face. He had bags under his eyes, and looked much worse then when he and Ginny left.

"I saw, too," Ginny said, "but let's write him later, Annalise's first tour starts in five minutes!" She rushed off to the bathroom to plait her hair, but Harry was still examining the photo.

He knew it would be disastrous if the two people never got back together, but he didn't see how it was going to happen. Hermione seem convinced Ron hated her and wanted nothing more than never to se her face again. And Ron had given up all hope of getting her back. Harry was thinking of outrageous ways to get them back together when Ginny walked in.

"What are you doing? Get dressed, quickly!" she said.

Harry did just that, and the two of them apparated into the lobby. There, a woman dressed as a muggle, wearing jeans and a bright purple blouse, had just started talking.

"Hello, everybody! My name is Annalise, and I'm going to be a tour guide!" She spoke in Italian, but Harry and Ginny understood, haven taken their potion already. "My tours will be from ten to three, everyday. We will be visiting famous muggle artifacts as well as wizarding history. Coming with me, you'll learn about Venetian culture of all different sorts. I also have a night tour from six to ten. If you come with me you'll be required to dress accordingly. That means comfortable, durable, muggle clothes. If you don't have any, the hotel has some you can buy or rent,"

Harry and Ginny agreed she seemed agreeable and pleasant, to say the least. She was a fairly pretty witch, Harry guessed to be in her early twenties. She had light-brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She spoke again.

"If you would like to take a demo tour, free of charge, I'm leaving to give you hours worth of Venetian muggle history.

"Do you want to go?" Harry asked Ginny, as many people were asking the same thing.

"Sure, why not?" Ginny replied.

"Okay, let's get going!" Annalise said.

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As it turned out, Annalise was more that agreeable, she was nice. She was really nice, like saint-nice.

Harry and Ginny signed up for Annalise's tours after the demo, and the next morning saw she had packed about fifty little sandwiches, they had guessed were for the people in the group. They were wrong. The sandwiches were actually for every homeless person, beggar, or street performer they passed. When she ran out of sandwiches, she gave them about ten Euros. In fact, she was so nice, more than a hundred people signed up for her tours. There to here was only room for ten. She had to hand-pick them herself, which broke her heart. She could barely tell them they couldn't come without crying.

Monday's tour was pretty basic; Annalise explained all wizarding and muggle history of Venice. A lot of it was really interesting, like, Merlin invented his first spell in Venice.

Tuesday passed the same way, generic muggle art and what was apparently the largest wizarding museum in Europe.

"Now, this piece is called the 'The Wedding' and it's by J.B. Ericsson, an American artist. This piece is one of the few wizarding paintings that doesn't move, but many modern artists say it has a magic quality," Annalise was saying.

The painting was of a newly wedded couple dancing at their reception. Harry imagined Ginny and him dancing after being wedded. He looked at her. She was staring at the painting with a bright spark in her eyes, like she wanted nothing more than to be the woman in the painting. Then Harry remembered it was Tuesday, they left Italy on Saturday, he was planning on proposing on Thursday, but other than that, he hadn't planned a single thing.

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I think I'll have only two or three more chapters until the end of part one, then I'll focus on Ron/Hermione. The next chapter is about planning for the proposal!!

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