Sorry this has taken me so long to come out. It wasn't easy to write, mind you, but… I hope you enjoy it!

Professor McGonagall had just made a speech, and it was still buzzing in Harry's ears, ringing over and over disturbingly. "There will be no Inter-House Quidditch Cup…" But, thought Harry, they would be opening for the Triwizard Tournament… Them, against the Hufflepuffs, for victory, and then the Ravenclaws against the Slytherins before the second task, and before the final task, the two winners. It was exciting; but there wasn't many games, and Ginny wasn't too happy, she wouldn't have much to do. But, she took his hand; and together, they walked towards Hogsmeade.

"Oh, look, Harry…" Ginny said, pulling a candy off the shelf at Honeydukes. It was wrapped in a crinkly, clear paper with a familiar little picture on the front. "It's a Snitch candy!"

Harry added it to the basket; he and Ginny had already been there for about a half and hour, and there was Chocolate Frogs, Sugar Quills, and Treacle Fudge (there was no Bertie Botts Beans; Ginny wouldn't touch them since her encounter with the vomit flavored one on the train).

"Let me pay and then we'll go out and try them," said Harry, and Ginny nodded and went outside to reserve a bench.

Harry came out and joined Ginny moments later. After he'd made himself comfortable, he placed his purchases in between them, and Ginny picked up a Chocolate Frog, but Harry picked up the Snitch candy. He opened his letter package first; it had tiny, sugary little wings, which beat realistically to the real Snitch; and Harry snatched it easily as it tried to get away, considering he had good Seeker skills.

He popped it in his mouth; it tasted strangely like a lemon… "It's a Lemon Head!" he said.

"A what?" asked Ginny.

"A Muggle candy," said Harry. "Tastes sort of like a lemon – Dumbledore liked them a lot… Wonder they've made it into a Snitch candy."

Ginny nodded, and ripped open the Chocolate Frog package. The Frog immediately tried to escape, but Ginny pinched it and threw it into her mouth. "Let's see who I've gotten…" she said, and pulled out the card that was neatly against the back of the box. "Oh, you'll never believe it, Harry…"

"Dumbledore, is it?" asked Harry. "Everyone's got tons of him, Ron told me first day I met him…"

"It's not Dumbledore, Harry," said Ginny, looking at him in amazement. "It's you."

"Me?" asked Harry, surprised. "Why would I be on a Chocolate Frog card?"

"Why wouldn't you be?" Ginny asked. "You've defeated the Dark Lord – I mean, wow, amazing feat… Yes, they won't put you on a card because you've done something no one else has been able to do… Of course you're going to be on a Chocolate Frog card, Harry!"

Harry snatched the card from between her fingers and stared at his own face, staring back at him. The Harry in the card stared at Harry for one more moment before turning away and leaving the picture. With him gone, Harry's eyes traveled to the words underneath it.

Harry James Potter, born on July 31, 1980, has done something no elder wizard could. At the young age of seventeen, in the year 1997. Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, from which he had escaped many times before. The Wizarding World is in Harry Potter's dept; long-live the Boy-Who-Lived, or, the Conqueror.

"Rubbish," said Harry, "utter rubbish. They make it sound like I did it single-handedly, without any help."

"Well, Harry," said Ginny, "you did actually defeat him, you know, technically… Yes, yes I know (she said this to his furious face) that Neville chopped off that snake's head, and Ron and Hermione helped you, I know, but you did the final blow… It was you and him, and that's what he thought, and it was you who held the wand that killed him."

"When you put it that way I sound dark," said Harry stonily, looking up at her face.

"You might - "

"Harry! Harry!" Someone was yelling. Harry looked over Ginny's shoulder; Hermione was running towards him, Ron bringing up the rear.

"You'll never guess," wheezed Ron, "who we found on the – the Chocolate Frog card…."

Ron paused. Harry was giving them very nasty looks, as if he'd just sniffed something rather nasty. "Maybe you do know," whispered Hermione softly. "Well, we think it's rather sweet."

"Yeah!" said Ron happily. "I've always wanted to be on a Chocolate Frog card. Hey, Harry, there's probably going to be lots of you… Every kid is probably going to have a card with you on it!"

This, apparently, was the wrong thing to say, because Harry's expression turned even darker. "I'm overjoyed," said Harry.

Hermione and Ron exchanged a worried glance, not bothering to look at Ginny. She sat there, feeling more then a little aggravated and stupid, from being forgotten. Ginny, looking on the verge of dangerous, said, "Why don't you just forget it?" To Ron, who looked more then surprised at this.

"Well… Blimey, Ginny, fine…" And he tugged Hermione's arm away without another word off to another shop, Hermione giving apologetic glances back at them as she was forced to leave.

"You didn't have to do that," muttered Harry.

"I can do whatever I like," said Ginny, standing up. "And now, we're going to the Three Broomsticks… I feel like a Firewhisky."

"But you're…" And then he remembered she was of age.

"But what?" said Ginny slyly. "C'mon, Harry, you can get one, too."

And they headed off towards the Three Broomsticks, leaving imprints in the snow as they went.

As soon as the door opened, people were looking frequently at them. "Well… It can't be, can it? Harry Potter?"

What? was Harry's immediate thought.

"Yes, yes!" boasted the barman, Tom. "Harry Potter always comes to my place – I was telling you Alfrick, wasn't I? Yes, yes, but you didn't believe me, but here is proof…."

Everyone's eyes were upon Harry, who felt more then a tad awkward. "Can we have two Firewhiskies, please?" he said finally, and Tom practically ran back to his bar.

When they received them, they were filled to the top with fizz, practically overflowing. They all watched as Harry slowly raised the mug to his lips and took a sip; he smiled as it slid down his throat, and the people seated inside clapped thunderously. Harry had no idea why they were. Ginny looked bewildered as well. Harry paid a bit extra for the mugs they were in and left quickly, so they didn't have to endure it any more.

"You'd think people would be a little more considerate," said Ginny later in the Gryffindor Common Room, leaning on her elbows so she could watch Harry and Ron play wizard chess.

"Today, in Hogsmeade," said Hermione, "someone asked me if I was Hermine Drainer."

"Who?" said Harry incredulously.

"Hermine Drainer," said Hermione. "Little old witch – was blind, I think, so she must've heard my name and confused it or something…."

"No one's messed up my name," said Harry, "although I wish they would! Then I could say I was that person, instead…"

Ron nodded. "Someone asked me if I was Harry Potter's girlfriend's sister."

"Sister?" asked Harry, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Yeah," said Ron. "Dunno why."

"You need a hair-cut, that's why," said Hermione, her nose still dug in her book, not interested by the chess game.

"Get off it, Hermione, you're sounding like my mum," said Ron, and said, "knight to square nine."

Harry was losing. Ron had chopped half of his pieces still, and Harry barely had a quarter.

"Harry, love, you're losing really miserably," said Ginny then, teasingly, and Harry made an indistinguishable noise in his throat.

Ginny giggled.

Ron groaned. "Ginny, would you be quiet – I'm going to lose now…"

"You're not going to lose, Harry's going to – sorry, Harry," said Ginny, trying to sound pitying, but she was grinning widely.

"Can I forfeit?" asked Harry, leaning back in his chair.

"C'mon, just let me kill you… won't take long…"

Harry was defeated by Ron five minutes later.

They were all slumped now, in front of the Gryffindor fire. After Harry's awful defeat, they hadn't said much. Hermione had finished her book now and was curled up against Ron; Ginny was sitting across Harry's lap, her hair falling off the arm of the chair they were sitting in.

"Well, I'm going to go to bed…" said Ginny with a yawn, and she gave Harry a kiss before saying, "Coming, Hermione?" And Hermione followed to the girl's dormitories.

"So," said Ron, once the door was shut firmly behind them, "how's things going with my sister?"

"Really great," muttered Harry. "D'you want any more details?"

"Not really," said Ron. "C'mon, we should go to bed, too." And they headed up for the night, too.

How was that? I know it was rushed a bit, but there were no details it fill it up. I hope you enjoyed it, anyway! Please review!