Disclaimer: I don't own any of these awesome characters, and most of the places. Life is unfair. I'm also not a millionaire. See what I mean? Unfair!

A/N: I'm baaack! I probably won't be posting on a weekly basis from now on, but I promise, I'm still posting! This story will not die, and it isn't on hiatus either! The show must go on.

HeavilyBrokenSpirit: I can see why your spirit is heavily broken, what with the angst going on here. (Angst, angst, angst, angst) oh, and pertaining to that, I love Potter Puppet Pals! What do you think?

NightcrawlerFW: Anything for you! You're an excellent reviewer, and I'm so sorry It took me this long to post! Forgive me please!! : (

Oxymoron: Tom can't take Gan out, because Gan is more powerful then he is! But I agree, Tom should definatley 'man up'. I loved how you said that, btw.

SlytherinLuver: Haha nice, Morica is a mix of Morgan and Felicia (but pronounced different than Felicia) but the runner up for the name was Meloran, which I really like, and may use later in the fic! Just wait, my dear. Just wait for the A** kicking.

Christineponine24601: I'm guessing the '24601' part and the 'Eponine' part of your name is from Les Mis. Am I right? This fic won't be done for a while yet, but have faith! It's going to be awesome!

"Jake Tanner is acting up again," I sighed to Penny. She shook her head and propped her hands on her hips.

"I swear if he touches me one more time I will end him!" I laughed at her, and turned back to Tom, the barkeep.

"Two fire whiskeys and a butterbeer please," I said to him.

"How does it feel to be done your first week?" he asked sympathetically. I shrugged,

"I don't feel anything."

"You know love, I'd never have asked you to work here. It's just, you volunteered, and I needed a waitress…" he trailed off.

"Tom," I said and swallowed compulsively, "I asked you if I could work here, and it's an alright job. It's doing what I need it to do, and that's make money so I can stay with my brother. I couldn't have asked you for anything else."

"Honey?" Penny called, and I looked over at her. "There's a new customer in your section, and he keeps staring at you." I glance in the direction that she pointed, and indeed, a blonde guy was sitting there, staring at me. He had to have been younger than the rest of the blokes here by at least thirty years. "Do you got this one, or do you want me to take him?" She asked hopefully.

"No, I've got it," I said and grinned at her. "Thanks anyways." She stuck her tongue out at me as I delivered the drinks to one of my tables before tending to the exceptionally good-looking young guy. "Hey, what can I get you?" I asked the man. He glanced up at me, and then glanced away almost instantly.

"Mulled mead," he mumbled. I squinted at him suspiciously.

"Does your mother know that you're out drinking?" He gaped at me, and I smiled shyly back. "I'm just kidding," I said. "Anything else?" He floundered for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to answer me.

"What's it like working here?" he asked finally. I blinked at him. Not many customers actually asked me questions other than the commonly asked 'what's on draft?' and 'How's the steak?'.

"It's different." I said.

"Different than what?" he wanted to know. I shrugged.

"Different than what my life used to be." I turned away, and went back to the bar to get his drink. After I gave it to him and returned to the bar, Tanner flagged me again. I growled to myself and marched over to him. "What can I get you?" I growled.

"What?" he called loudly, grinning at his friends. "I can't hear you!" I bent down to shout into his ear. The bastard didn't even flinch. He touched my hip and grinned up at me. "I know you feel it," he said. I let a euphoric look slip onto my face and I put a hand on his leg.

"If you touch me again," I said breathily, and he shivered happily, then, in a much harsher tone I finished the sentence, "I'll kick your ass."

He smirked and slowly raised his hand to my bum.

I heard a high-pitched scream of anger, and then my world dissolved into blackness.

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I jumped to my feet as I saw her eyes turn from chocolaty brown to black as death. I could say that I was mad that she lost control, but I'd be lieing. I was happy to see that she wouldn't stand for that unworthy git touching her. A moment after I'd stood, I spun away from the flying glass that had been the window seconds before, but was no more, thanks to the man who had just been whipped through it. I looked from him, who was unconscious and bleeding on the muggle side street outside, to her, whose hair made it look as if a strong wind was blowing through the pub. It whirled around her head, whipping at her face; her black eyes snapping from within the fiery swarm. Complete silence rang through the room, before cries of outrage were let out, and the man's friends stood, knocking over their chairs, with their wands raised at her. I swore loudly, and moments later, I was at her back, trying to hold back the angry mob she had raised from seemingly nowhere.

She wasn't helping much either. She stood, her gaze whipping from face to face as she giggled (let me tell you, this was not a nice, innocent child's giggle, but more an evil laugh that reminded me of something Morica would let out),

"I warned him! I told him not to!"

"Shut up!" I hissed at her, forgetting for a moment that she wasn't my mate anymore. She spared me a glance before closing her eyes and becoming absolutely still. I swore again, realizing what she was about to do a second before she did it. I created a magical barrier around myself, protecting me from whatever she was about to send out from her core. She opened her eyes, and with something like a sonic boom, released her power from her body. The bar patrons fell over upon each other like muggle dominoes, each one knocked unconscious by her wordless spell. I let down my shield as I saw her stumble forwards a step, and grabbed her by the shoulders, keeping her on her feet.

She pushed me off gently, and slowly walked out of the pub, towards Diagon alley. I followed her into the pitch black street, waiting for a sign that she was alright. She suddenly turned and came nose to nose with me (well, nose to chin, she is a fair bit smaller than me).

"Why are you following me?" She demanded. "I'm thankful for your help back there, but I don't need it anymore."

"Will you remember this?" I asked quietly. "When all your power is contained again?" She eyed me.

"I used most of it back there to get everyone away from me, so probably not. I doubt I'll remember anything after throwing him out the window, if not before that."

"Good," I whispered, and ran my hand over her cheek before knotting it securely in her hair." She looked at me accusingly.

"Tom?" She breathed.

"It's me, love." It seemed that this powerful, all knowing Ginny needed no explanation to why I had left her. I was thankful, because I had to be getting back to the manor. She put a hand on either side of my face and stretched onto her tiptoes. I pushed her backwards into the shadow of a tall building before meeting the mouth I had longed for so much, with my own.

After that I brought her back to right outside her brother's storefront. Her eyes brimmed with tears as I kissed her one last farewell, then she closed her black eyes, and when she opened them, they were brown again. Her eyes rolled up, and she collapsed into me, exhausted from the intense use of her power. I knocked on the door of the shop, as I supported her. George opened the door a few minutes later.

"What's happened?" he demanded, taking her weight from me, and looking down into her face. He glanced back up at me. "Who the hell are you? How do you know my sister?" He glared at me, and I almost laughed. I knew I had a good reason for liking him.

"I was at the leaky cauldron," I said sullenly. "This is your sister? I thought she must be a Weasley because of the hair, but I'm telling you mate, this one's a real nutter. She threw some bloke through a window, then knocked everyone else in the pub out!" George eyed me.

"How come you're awake and kicking then?" he demanded. I cringed internally. I didn't actually have a good reason that would have held up to serious scrutiny, but I doubted George knew much about the dark arts.

"I was behind the bar." He scowled at me.

"Why were you behind the bar? You don't work there."

"I'm Tom," I said. "Tom junior? You know, my father, Tom senior who owns the pub? I'm allowed to be back there. I didn't leave her there because when they woke they probably would have killed her. I'm sorry, but I doubt she'll be working there when she wakes up. You know, structural damage and such." George snorted loudly.

"That's not important. She doesn't need to pay me rent anyways." My stomach dropped. I didn't leave her any money, did I. I was such a bastard.

"Here," I mumbled, and handed him a bag full of galleons that I carried on me for emergencies. He stood a little straighter.

"We don't want your charity, Tom."

"And I'm not giving it to you, Weasley. It's her pay cheque."

"Oh," he said, and took it awkwardly under his arm, while he was still holding her.

"Do you want me to help you get her upstairs?" I asked.

"No." He barked. "I've got her."

"Alright," I said raising my hands, and stepping back. "Sorry." I turned to walk away.

"Tom," he said, and I turned back. I brushed some of my annoyingly blonde and long hair out of my eyes. "Thanks," he said. "I owe you one."

"You won't see me around. And no, you don't. Good evening, Weasley." I disappeared into the night as he closed the door.

A/N: Okay, so tell me: What are the 'Defining Moments' of Defining Moments? Which three parts/moments of this fic did you like the best? Let me know!

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Love always,

~iamthewalrus93