Gigi knew she couldn't leave the house. She had nowhere to go, no one that she really wanted to see. Harry was gone, and had taken her heart with him. As well as her sanity. Gigi didn't sleep the night he left. She sat on her bed, tracing the pattern of the stitches with her forefinger. She hoped he was safe, wherever Harry was.

Harry was sitting in the Minister of Magic's office. Kingsley was across the desk from him. On the desk were the pictures from Taylor's file cabinet, the roll of film Harry had found, and the letter from Ron and Hermione's house.

"How does this link them, Harry?" The Minister asked as soon as Harry took a seat in front of him. "I understand that these pictures could be considered stalking, but as they relate to these other two items?" Kingsley sighed.

"Don't you see?" Harry asked, excited. He leaned forward in his desk and began to move the objects around, setting them in order. "The pictures prove that Taylor's been watching us, Gigi and I, that is, since the beginning. He's been watching me specifically." Harry grabbed the letter and shook it in his fist. "This letter, which he left at my best friend's house, we were able to trace back to the highlands outside Bristol. In a cave up there, I found this roll of film. It depicted Goyle's murder. And we found Goyle's head in Taylor's apartment." Harry set down the letter and sat back in his chair, somewhat proud of his sleuthing. "He wouldn't have these pictures if he hadn't been the one to murder him. They're too personal."

Kingsley picked up the pieces of evidence, one by one, and then nodded.

"Okay," he said in his slow, deep voice. "I want a bulletin on Taylor out now. Get Gigi in here."

"No," Harry replied so suddenly that Kingsley moved back a few inches. "I mean…no. She can't come in here. You see, he's been watching her. He's tried to hurt me through others, like Ron and Hermione. I thought he would do the same to her. I had to make him think that she and I weren't involved."

"It's her job, Harry," Kingsley replied. "She's the best we've got. She'll get the word."

"I'll get the word out," Harry volunteered, standing up. "I can't let you call her in. She needs to stay at her home. She'll be safe there, there's all kinds of enchantments."

"Where would be safer than the Ministry?" Kingsley proposed. "Full of Witches and Wizards who can protect themselves and others…?"

"Please," Harry replied after a moment. His voice cracked, and he felt his legs shake. He felt so weak. "I'll do anything, I'll get anyone. Just leave her be. I can't let anything happen to her. You know I'll never forgive myself."

Kingsley paused, and then finally nodded.

"Fine," he replied. "I'll get word to the media as soon as I can and start my own Press Conference. I want you to get your team and head to that hiding spot you found, Harry."

"I already have some of my co-workers watching the caves," Harry replied, heading to the door. Kingsley's voice followed him out into the hallway.

"That's why I hired you."

Harry walked to the lifts, pressed the up button a few times, and glanced at his watch as the lift began to clank towards him. He suddenly had a vision of himself at seventeen, standing at this exact spot, waiting to get on the lifts. He had been so much younger, had so little information, and yet, he had felt as lost as he did now. Harry recalled something his friend Luna had once said to him

Well, if I were You-Know-Who, I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else; because if it's just you alone, you're not much of a threat.

Voldemort had failed to isolate Harry. He had gone right for Harry, and caused casualties along the way, yes. But this killer, this psychopath was something entirely different. He was doing what Voldemort had failed to do. He was cutting of Harry's connections, slowly and painfully. Severing himself from Gigi had made Harry feel, for the first time since he met her, truly alone.

Instead of waiting for the lift, Harry apparated on the spot. He landed out in the open air, which bit at his ears and jaw. He glanced up, towards the mountains. Far above his head, he could see the caves he had explored earlier. With his hand clenched tightly around the handle of his wand, like a sword, Harry began to climb upwards.

When morning hit London, Gigi finally stood up. She folded the blanket she had pulled around her shoulders, smoothed the bed covers, and then walked into her bathroom. Gigi was just about to sit down to pee, when she noticed something on the counter, next to the sink. She had completely forgotten about the test she had taken the night before. Gigi had seen the signs this week. She had missed her cycle, and threw up a few times. So, the day previous, she summoned a test into her home. She had been scrubbing the bathtub, waiting for the results, when Harry had shown up.

Gigi took a few, cautious steps towards the sink and picked up the test. She raised it to her eyes. The pink plus stared back at her, more menacing than any other stare Gigi had received. The pink plus. The positive. The affirmative. The definitely, not maybe. Gigi dropped the test into the sink, and then immediately picked it up again, shook it, and then looked back at the tiny, digital screen. The plus remained. Gigi chucked the stick in the rubbish can, washed out the sink, and then ran back into her room. She picked up her wand off the bed and raised it in the air.

A box appeared on the edge of Gigi's bed. Gigi dropped her wand next to it and stared at the blue, cardboard box. She suddenly wished she were not alone. She wished she had a friend here, to offer words of comfort or a joke. She wished this stupid box wasn't about to deliver her fate. Gigi picked it up, tore back the lid, and removed a small package. She ripped off the wrapping, and took the contents into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her.

A few mere minutes later, Gigi numbly walked out of her bathroom. In her hand was a second test. This, too, indicated what Gigi had suspected. Two blue lines were ingrained in the tiny screen. Gigi looked down at her stomach.

"Oh, Harry," she whispered into the emptiness of her room. Gigi suddenly went back into her bathroom, shoved the test into a drawer, washed her hands, and ran into her closet. She pulled on a pair of pants, a thick sweater, and a heavy jacket over that. She slipped into her running shoes and jogged out into her room. Gigi had just picked up her wand when the doorbell rang.

Gigi suddenly remembered what Harry's letter had told her. She gripped her wand tightly and moved out into the hallway. She pointed it towards, the stairs, and moved with her back against the wall, breathing somewhat heavily. She felt her blood rush in her ears, and the sound of it terrified her.

"Gigi?" A familiar voice called out. "Gigi, it's Dad."

Gigi nearly ran down the stairs, but she knew that it wasn't that simple. Living in a world of magic had taught Gigi well. She knew that it wasn't necessarily her father at the door. Polyjuice potion was a difficult potion to make, but that didn't mean it was uncommonly used. Gigi stepped out onto the top step. Through the foggy glass in the front door, she could make out two figures. One was medium height and build, and the other was taller and more muscular. Gigi gulped and pointed her wand at the door, though her hand was shaking terribly.

"If that's my father," she called out towards the door. "Tell me something only he would know."

"When you were born, your mother and I called you gourd, because your body looked like a squash." Gigi immediately ran down the rest of the stairs and threw open the door. It was her father, alright. She had hated the nickname, but there was no denying its truth.

As much as Gigi hadn't wanted to see her father before, she was glad he was here now. She had been okay with being alone before, that was fine. But now she wasn't just alone, she was lonely as well. But she didn't have to be, because someone was here to comfort her. However, when she pulled open the door, Gigi didn't feel comforted. Not in the slightest.

"Hi Gigi," her father said, a broad smile on his face. He reached out into the space next to him, and pulled something towards him. Ryan appeared next to Gigi's father, who had clamped his hand tightly around Ryan's upper arm. "Look who I brought with me."

Gigi stared at her father, her mouth slightly ajar, and then looked up at Ryan. He was staring at her as if he hadn't quite seen her clearly before. It reminded Gigi of a muggle movie; the ones where the girl took off her glasses, and suddenly, the boy realized how beautiful she was. Ryan blushed and offered Gigi a smile. She was tempted to close the door, but instead, she moved aside a little and cracked the door wider.

"Dad," she said in a slow voice as they shuffled inside. "I understand it's been a while, but why visit now? And why…why bring company?" Gigi quickly shut the door and locked it.

"Well, Gigi, I missed you. I hadn't seen you, actually seen you in a long time. You sounded okay in your voicemails, but it wasn't enough. I needed to see my daughter in person." David suddenly seized Gigi and hugged her tightly. He released her and beamed. "Look at you. So mature."

Gigi cleared her throat and nodded towards Ryan. Ryan was still staring at her as if he had seen a goddess.

"Oh," David said. "Well, Ryan came to see me. He saw you a few weeks ago…well, look at me doing all the talking. Ryan, you tell her."

Gigi crossed her arms and turned to face her former fiancée. This was a completely surreal event to her. It seemed to bizarre to actually take place, but then again, she felt the same way about the last twenty-four hours

"I saw you when you were at your mum's house for Christmas, Gige. I saw you walking around the block, and you just looked so happy and pretty. And seeing you again made me realize why I've been so miserable for the past year. I lost you and it's like a piece of my heart has completely disappeared. I've never gained it back. And it's ruined me, Gigi, it really has. I need you in my life or I'll never be whole." Ryan stopped and glanced at Gigi's father, who was pretending to stare at Gigi's staircase and pretending not to listen. "Please, Gigi. Give me another chance. I've been so stupid."

Gigi looked from her father, to Ryan. And then back again. Ryan's words had simply no romantic effect on her. None whatsoever. They had bounced off her like they had hit a shield. However, they did take her by surprise. Gigi had no reply then, she was still a bit shell-shocked. Her father cleared his throat and looked around the entryway, trying to cure it of the awkward silence building up between Gigi and Ryan.

"What are the boxes for?" David asked, peering into the living room.

"I'm moving," Gigi said, almost tonelessly. Unconsciously, her hand moved towards her neck. Harry's mother's necklace hung there, still set against her collarbone. Gigi perked up. She shook back her hair, tilted her chin upwards, and smacked her lips together. She had the same brusque manner she had when she walked into work in the morning. "I'm moving in with my boyfriend, Dad. His name is Harry."

"Your boyfriend?" David and Ryan asked at the same time. Ryan moved back against her wall and sunk a little against it.

"I saw you together, at your mother's," Ryan told her. "You were walking together."

"We were," Gigi replied tightly.

"How serious is it?" Ryan asked. David had fallen completely silent, and now had backed into the living room and sat down on the couch, like he was trying to blend into the upholstery. Gigi glared at Ryan. What right did he have, to come here and question her like this? "Do you love him? Was he who you were talking about? You called me in September and left a message. Is that who this guy is?"

Gigi waited a long time before answering. "It is. And yes, I love him. Though frankly, it's none of your business."

"Why?"

Gigi knew she didn't have to answer this question. But deep down, she wanted to. She had a lot to say, and she was ready to say it.

"When you first met me, you must have noticed how precise and organized I was. You did, didn't you? Everyone notices it. Harry noticed it. But what happened is that over time, the time I spent with him, I lost some of that trait. I learned to let go a little. I learned to toss out the rulebook and live my life the way I want to, not the way I should. With him, I learned that not everything will be perfect. It's going to be messy and confusing. But it's so worth it. Harry was everything I thought was wrong for me. But I was the one who was wrong. He's right for me. He's perfect for me, because he's the only one who has encouraged me to break free a little, without being ashamed of it."

When Gigi was done, her chest heaved a little. She felt like she might cry, but instead, she smiled. Ryan stared stonily back, but David grinned a little.

"How serious is it? I know that these are the strongest, most potent feelings I've ever carried for one person. And…well, that's not the only thing I'm carrying. I'm pregnant. And if you knew me months ago, I would have been devastated, even distraught by this news. Because it wasn't part of the plan. It would have ruined my career, and everything I had worked for. I wouldn't have wanted to accept it because it was a pregnancy outside of a union, and that would just be disorderly and wrong. But now? Now I know that I'm having a baby with the man I love. I don't give a damn that we aren't married now. I'm madly in love and completely out of my mind, and I love it. I can't wait to continue on like this."

"You're pregnant?" David stood up from the couch and walked over to his daughter. "Gigi…I…wow. You're glowing."

"Dad," Gigi replied, grabbing his elbows. "I have to go. I have to find Harry. I have to tell him."

David glanced at Ryan, who was a pale shade of yellow, and shrugged. He pulled his daughter into a tight embrace, and then released her.

"Go," he whispered, staring down at his daughter's bright, happy eyes. Gigi yanked open the door and ran down the stairs. She didn't have the foggiest where Harry was. But it didn't matter. She knew she needed to see him, and that enough was going to get Gigi what she wanted.

But before Gigi could move one muscle, she was suddenly frozen. Her limbs froze up, and her mouth and eyes. She felt her vision suddenly grow fuzzy, and she thought she might have heard a scream, but then, there was darkness.

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