This is sort of fluff, we'll get to the better stuff in later chapters, but Harry's got some thinking to do.

I don't own him or his world, that's all JK.


The next day, Harry awoke to a pinging noise as he noticed it was still dark outside. It was a Ministry Communication to Safe House Occupants, and this one was addressed to him. He grabbed it off his nightstand and groaning, he rolled over and pulled his glasses on to read.

"Harry,

Please meet me at St. Mungo's Curse Ward at 9am. We have much to discuss, but it should be done in person.

-Kingsley"

Harry wasn't surprised. He'd dropped Kingsley a note days ago about his being dosed with potions and what Hermione had brewed for him. Kingsley was disappointed that he hadn't come in to get checked as they could add charges to Ginny's sentence, but he told him that he couldn't have forced him to do so, since Harry would have to decide about the charges and they would have to have traced them back to Ginny, a difficult task.

He swung his legs out of bed and shuffled down the hall, ready to take a shower and see what exactly was so bloody urgent. He'd been looking forward to spending time with his friends today, being friends again.

He realized, once out of the shower, that he'd completely forgotten to bring clothes. Drat. Now he'd have to walk half naked down the hall in the cold. He decided to run for his room. Opening the door, he counted down in his head.

"One, two, three!" He ran.

Hermione had just awoken to check on Teddy and happened to be standing in the middle of the hall - until she was knocked down by a half-naked Harry.

"Oof, geez, Harry!"

"Sorry, Herms." He started to get up.

She blushed. God, why did he have to be so hot? He wasn't yet fully forgiven… they were just taking it slow with their friendship. "Uh… No problem. Be more careful, Harry."

He noticed her blush. "Oh, like what you see, Granger? Play your cards right, you never know what could happen." Now standing, he winked at her and walked around her to get to his room.

She didn't dare turn around to look at him again, she simply muttered "prat." He snickered.


A bit later, he found himself walking up to the Curse Ward. He wasn't sure why he was here, but he surmised that something must be going on with Malfoy. He found himself arriving before Kingsley and he settled in to read an old Witch Weekly about himself. He became quite irate at the speculation about how many women he was seeing on the side.

"Hello, Harry. Glad to see you could make it." Kingsley's deep voice rumbled over Harry's thoughts, and Harry threw down the magazine, slightly embarrassed. Kingsley chuckled.

"Trying to keep up with yourself in the press?"

"No, Kingsley, I was just waiting for you. Er, so why am I here, exactly?" Harry stood up as he spoke, and Kingsley motioned him through a set of double doors.

"We're here to see Ms. Weasley."

"She's here? Shouldn't she be locked up somewhere?" Harry's eyes darted around, as if to check for break-outs by Ginny.

"No, she's under a magical slumber. About an hour after she was arrested, she started trying to harm herself in her cell, and screamed repeatedly. The guards found her bleeding, and subdued her, bringing her here. An initial scan showed that she is under a curse, but we haven't lifted the magical sleep yet to check which one. They're trying to magically repair all broken bones and brain swelling. It takes far more time for healing when you're magically suspended. We expect she'll be awake again in three days."

"So what's this got to do with me?"

"Well, we think she may have been forced to try hurting you or others." Kingsley coughed. "If my suspicions are correct, she is just a pawn in all of this, much like yourself."

Harry was irritated at being called in to speculate about what Ginny's motives could be. He felt he hardly knew her anymore. "Kingsley, look, I'll be back in three days to see what is happening. We will figure it out then, and maybe I can discuss motive. Right now, I am still angry with her and until she gives any sort of an adequate answer, I won't be talking with her." He added in his thoughts, "Maybe never, even if she was innocent. She took something from me that I can't get back, no matter what potions or spells she's under."

"I understand. I thought you would want to know." Kingsley walked with Harry out the door of Ginny's room.

"I want the updates, yes. Thank you. I'm sorry. My head is still spinning from this mess." Harry shook his head, as if to clear confusion, and headed toward the apparation points. "And I have a day to spend with my godson."

Kingsley smiled. "He would be happy to know that, Harry. I only knew him through the Order, but he couldn't have chosen two better people to take care of his son." With that, he turned and left.

Harry's smile faded as he muttered, "I hope I can prove I was the best godfather to choose." He apparated back to the safe house's apparation point, having to scan his wand before being allowed in, and took a deep breath. No matter his girlfriend, he had to be a godfather to a very special godson. It was time to live up to his promises.