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So they slept a disgruntled sleep. One with many awakenings; they rose as the sun was a speck on the horizon. Yawning and exhausted they dressed in near silence, Hermione charming a multitude of items into a bag far too small. It's too much like last time. Harry thought as he watched her- he, Ron and Hermione had that same fierce look on their faces. The one which had broken so many of Harry's nightmares. Voldemort was something each of them had in common. Weirdly they didn't fear him, Ginny did but Harry knew the others didn't… they were more curious and depending on his destruction.

"Ready." Hermione said. She didn't shout it but the room fell silent. A pin dropped could have been heard. They set off to the door, not bothering to wake Mr and Mrs Weasley. Hermione placed her hand in-between them, Ron covered hers with his –more holding her hand- Harry followed suit with Ginny placing hers on top of Harry's trying to hold on. Before Ginny could comment on Harry's reluctance, Hermione started to spin and so they all felt the constriction begin to take place- and as quick as it started it finished… and so they stood in Hogsmeade. Harry didn't know whether it was a good sign or not, they were standing at the exact point they had been twenty ones years early- when death-eaters strolled the streets. He froze, Hermione and Ron had did the same – but Ginny moved walking away into the heart of Hogsmeade.

They shared a look, one which anyone watching would struggle to understand; it was fear, confusion and well trust. Harry had never had a moment where he didn't love Ginny, and now wasn't any different but he wanted her to go back… go home. Something inside him told him that her being here was a bad idea. He knew she would come back, but she would come back with the other- once Harry had delved into the problem. He knew she was able but he didn't believe she was ready. Though he knew Albus was a part of this, he would never mention to his son… he didn't know if Ginny would do the same. Actually he didn't know the Ginny who was storming up the path to Hogwarts.

"Ginny wait!" Harry shouted. He tried to show in his voice, what he was feeling. But he knew when she didn't reply her plan. "You will not tell him! No-one will tell him!" Harry roared the words, his voice was hoarse and rough but he didn't care, this was his son and that was all that mattered.

"What so we just let him go on as normal? Pretend nothing is wrong?" Her tone was sarcastic. She was going to tell him, it wasn't debatable to her… thiis was her son and that was all that mattered.

"Yes!" Hermione spat. "He's a child! He doesn't need this!" Her face was set in cold thunder, a temper burning underneath. "I want you to leave, now!"

"You want me to leave? He's my child, I'm staying! Ron, you going to let her talk to me like this?" Ginny was cold, a voice alien to her face.

Ron thought for moment probably wishing he was somewhere else. Taking a signing breath, he looked at his sister. "Ginny we all love you but it's too personal, you want to storm the place… we can't. You want to tell a boy, a boy that he has a connection to an apparently 'dead' wizard… who his dad destroyed- not the best. So yes, Hermione is right go back home –to mum- and you come back when we know- when we know what we're dealing with." Ron's voice was neither a shout nor calming; he'd grew a lot since the early days more charm and a lot more sense.

"But?" Ginny stuttered.

"Go!" Ron said and this time the hint of power was there.

And she just spun for a second and disapparated without a glance in Harry's direction.

Hermione rushed at Harry. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't of but… he's a boy!" She had tears sparkling her cheeks. Harry hugged her, as she sagged against him.

"It's ok, she… she wasn't thinking straight. She had to go back… Molly will see to her; right Ron?" Harry asked.

"Yeah! Of course she will, its' not right to rush in there… not yet anyway." He took Hermione's hand in his and kissed her palm pressing it to his lips. Harry suddenly felt like an intruder to a private moment. He walked to the gates of his first real home, sudden realisation of what walking though these gates represented.

"Guys, you can go back too… if you wanted?" Harry said the words he'd been saying since they were eleven and twelve and were trying to save the philosophers stone from the clutches of… well Voldemort.

Hermione laughed, looking at Harry with those eyes- eyes filled with humour. "Oh Harry, we told you all those years ago… the time for turning back has gone; we have your back." And again she hugged him and Ron joined… he wasn't powerful … he was back to that scared 16 year old left with a man's job.

They walked together to the gates of Hogwarts, pressing their palms to the cold metal; 'Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Weasley', it groaned. 'Enter.' Came a voice deep within the metal.

"Well… we better…" Ron began.

"Go." Harry finished.

They walked through the gates, just as Harry's scar ached.

Somewhere in the castle Albus felt a similar tingle.