Long time no see. Here is a really short, basically filler chapter. I wanted to give all of you just something to read. I have not abandoned this story. Don't worry about that. Hope to have another chapter up quicker than this time around.

Chapter 11

The next morning the entire house was up early. Ginny was one of the first up. She was in the kitchen making breakfast for the near thirty people that would be arriving or were already at the Burrow. Her mother was barking orders like a general in the military.

Ginny? Harry called to her. Ginny smiled.

Yes, dear? She replied.

Would you come up here a moment, please? Harry replied.

"Mum, I need to use the loo." Ginny called across the kitchen. Her mother gave her the evil eye, but Ginny scurried up the stairs. Ginny ran up the stairs and ran into Ron's room. Ron, Harry, and Hermione were seated around the room. Harry smiled at her when she came in the room.

Thanks for rescuing me. Ginny said.

Welcome. I have some things to give you. Harry replied. Hermione motioned to Ron.

"Come on, Ronald. Let's go get something to eat." Hermione called.

"What? Why? This is my room." Ron argued. He didn't move off of his bed.

"Ronald!" Hermione shrieked. Ron glared pointedly at the occupants of the room, but followed Hermione from it.

Ginny sat on the bed next to Harry. He reached into his trunk at the end of bed and pulled out the manila envelope from Gringots, the Mauraderer's Map, and a sealed envelope.

"I am leaving most of my things here. You are welcome to any of it, but I wanted to make sure you had these. The Map you will need more than I will, and the stuff from Gringots, well, they will be safer with you. I haven't been able to look at it that much, but it's all yours anyways. The letter is in case…well you know." Harry mumbled the last bit. Ginny put an arm around him.

"Are you still considering that you might not come back?" Ginny whispered.

"No, I am just prepared in case I don't." Harry replied. "That's all. Nothing more."

"Harry…" Ginny whispered. "I wish I could come with you."

"I know. Hogwarts needs a leader, though." Harry replied.

"I know. I was just saying." Ginny whispered.

"We should go back downstairs before your mom comes looking for you." Harry suggests.

Ginny nods and follows him down to the second floor, deposits Harry's gifts and proceeds down the staircase. Her mother immediately snatches Ginny back into the kitchen and sends Harry to help in the garden. It is going to be a long day.

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By the time Ginny is zipping up her dress she is a storm of emotions. First, she is angry at her mother for bossing her around all day and not letting her see Harry. Second, she is happy for Fleur and Bill. Third, she is distraught because this is how her wedding should have been. If there was no Voldemort to kill Harry, then they would be returning to school, graduating and having a wedding. Voldemort robbed her of that.

"Ginny, you look gorgeous." Hermione called. Ginny spun around and smiled. "Thanks, Mione. You look stunning as well. Ron is going to flip."

Hermione blushed. "You think so?"

"If he doesn't then he is denser than any of us originally thought."

"Well, we'll see. Let's go down. It's almost time." Hermione and Ginny shuffled down the stairs in silence. Fleur and the rest of the wedding party are already in the kitchen. Fleur does look stunning in a delicate white lace dress and a long train. Her mother fuses over her hair while her father watches in with a smile.

A smile tune drifts into the house, and I know Bill is standing at the altar, waiting. Fleur's mother leaves with Mr. Weasley. Hermione has gone to sit next to Harry and Ginny waits for her turn down the aisle. As she glides out she catches Harry's dumbstruck expression. Ginny flashes a brilliant smile when Aunt Muriel comments on the lowness of the gowns neck line. Harry winks. Their eyes never leave each other. Not throughout the entire ceremony.

I love you, Mrs. Potter. Harry calls. Ginny gives him a small smile.

I love you too, Mr. Potter.

I wish you could see how beautiful you look in this moment.

Ginny smiles and lowers her head to hide the reddening of her cheeks. If only you could know how much I wish this was us.

Soon. Harry replies.

Yes. Soon. Ginny's thoughts are interrupted as a loud cheer erupts from the crowd. Bill and Fleur are kissing at the altar. Ginny smiles. The guests stand and applause exuberantly. The chairs everyone was just sitting in disappear and large round tables with beautiful flower center pieces replace them. In the center a large dance floor awaits the new couple. Bill and Fleur glide to the center and share their first dance. Harry finds Ginny immediately in the crowd. He runs his thumb over her left hand and over the ring.

Ginny dances with Harry for the first three dances. Then she dances with her father and each of her brothers. Harry shares one with her mum and Hermione and even one with Minerva. The night is perfect. Fleur shoves cake in Bill's face, and Aunt Muriel embarrasses Ron to no end. Ginny and Harry twirl around the floor.

Shortly before eleven, a silver otter patronous flies into the tent and lands in front of Mr. Weasley. Kingsley's voice omits from the creature: "The Ministry has fallen. The Minister is dead. They are coming."

For a few short seconds everyone is still, then there is chaos. People yell for one another and the apparition wards dissipate. Pops resound as the tent begins to empty. Ginny clings to Harry amidst it all. He stares into her eyes. In the distance Ron and Hermione scream for him. Harry presses his lips to hers. Then he is yanked away by Hermione and even they disapperate. The last thing she hears before he is whisked away is his faint voice: I love you, Mrs. Potter.

Her father grabbed her and tugged her to the edges of tent. People were screaming and all she could see were the folds of her father's robes. Then she is being pulled away by a foreign hand. She is thrown on the floor and a shard of pain sears across her side. Ginny sees the next kick coming anc clenches her muscles. It still hurts.

A masked figure looms above her.

"Where is Potter?" He sneers.

She laughs. "Why the hell should I know?"

"Don't be sly with me? Were you not dating him?" He retorts.

"Yeah. Worst weeks of my life. I got rid of that pig long ago." Ginny replied. It broke her heart to say those words. She is aware of her family watching her. They remain silent.

Harry. I need you to help me. I am going to let the Death Eater read my mind. Ginny called.

I know what to do.

"How do we know you aren't lying?"

"You want to read my mind? I can show you what an asshole he was." Ginny offered.

"Why don't we do that?" The Death Eater smirked and motioned for another Death Eater to come over. The Death Eater took off his mask, grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. She could feel the death eater in her mind and she felt Harry fighting back. She began to see memories that were not hers.

Harry ignoring her; Harry hitting her; Harry kissing another girl while Ginny cried. The Death Eater, satisfied, let her go. She slumped to the ground willing the tears to not come.

"Looks like Potter is a pig after all. Who knew?" The death eaters laugh. There is a rumble of laughter and then just as fast as they had come the death eaters were gone.

Are you alright? Harry asks.

Depends on the definition. She replies.

Got to go. He rushes.

Someone is carrying her. It is Charlie.

"Hey, Gin-Bug." Charlie coos.

"I can walk." Ginny presses.

"Sure." He replies but sets her down anyways. Ginny eases herself onto the living room couch and slumps over in a heap.

"You did a good job, sis." Bill says. Ginny nods. The rest of the night is filled with somber silence. Ginny didn't remember falling asleep.

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