Harry and Ginny did not tell anyone of their decision to move from Grimmauld Place, not Kreacher, not Ron, not Hermione, not Mrs. Weasley.

"Mum will want to know if it's because we're having a baby," Ginny said nonchalantly while pouring over the advertising section of the Daily Prophet after dinner one evening.

"You're not, you're not," Harry stuttered with a funny look on his face. "This isn't why you—"

"No!" Ginny interrupted. "No, no, don't you fear. I'm not having a baby. The only pregnant one is Fleur."

She jumped from her spot in the armchair to next to Harry on the couch.

"I wouldn't mind having a baby."

"No? What about Quidditch?"

'I reckon now would be highly inappropriate, what with the Quidditch World Cup, even if I am just third string, but maybe later."

"Ginny!" Harry scolded. "When do you leave for Berlin?"

Berlin, Germany was the sight of the '02 Quidditch World Cup.

"In a few weeks. Are you sure you can't get the entire month off?"

"Not with this case left open like this."

"Are you sure you can't talk about it?"

"Robards doesn't like us talking about our cases until they're 100% solved. I'll be at your first game and I'll be at the championship game."

He kissed her on the top of her head. Ginny bounced back to the armchair and began poring over the paper again.

"Would you rather live in Godric's Hollow or Ottery St. Catchpole?" She asked.

Harry shrugged. They both wanted to live in Godric's Hollow where Harry should have been raised, but if hey found a better house someone where else they didn't want to pass that up. Plus, they'd get a bigger yard for their children to play in.

"There's a two-story three-bedroom for sale on the other side of Ottery St. Catchpole from the Burrow, but I know how much you want to move to Godric's Hollow."

"We should look at the house. We don't know what we might be passing up."

"Alright." She circled the listing with her quill. "I'm excited about this."

Ginny searched the paper for more listings. When she found none she opened the paper to the sports section where she found an article on the Harpies.

"Merlin!" she exclaimed. "Merlin! Merlin! Merlin!"

"What?" Harry asked alarmed.

"There's a rumor going around Gwenog's retiring at the end of the season."

"What does the article say, Gin?"

"'According to unnamed sources, this journalist has learned Captain and Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, Gwenog Jones will be retiring at the end of the season. Miss Jones herself declined to comment.'"

"You know how the Daily Prophet is with rumors."

"The sports section is usually truthful."

Harry beckoned for her to sit by him again.

"Don't worry over this. If she is retiring she'll tell you in time and if not then it's just a silly little rumor printed in the Prophet."

---

Ginny had the day off the next day, with it being Tuesday, so she decided to check out the two houses she listed in the Daily Prophet. The first one was the two story in Ottery St. Catchpole.

"Ah, good morning, Mrs. Potter," the blonde real estate witch greeted her. "My daughter is a big fan."

"Thank you." Ginny shook her hand awkwardly. Gawking fans, that was Harry's thing.

"I'm Mrs. Hoomo." She waved her wand and unlocked the door. "This house was built in the '50's and only upgraded once. Not like that house on the other side of town," she laughed.

Ginny's ears turned pink. That was the Burrow she was laughing at.

"Here's the downstairs. We have the kitchen on the left and the sitting room on the right."

The house looked a lot like the Burrow, except the kitchen was smaller.

"The kitchen has all modern appliances," Mrs. Hoomo continued.

Ginny tuned her out. The house was smaller than the Burrow, but it was still very nice. Her mom would be closer if she ever needed her. The fireplace looked exactly like the one at her parents' place.

"Mrs. Potter," the real estate witch said rather loudly.

"Huh?" Ginny came back down to earth.

"Let us check the upstairs now," she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Reluctantly she followed the older witch upstairs.

"This floor contains three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The only upgrade was done in the '70's. The owners added a new bathroom and expanded the back bedroom."

Ginny stepped into the bedroom directly opposite the stairs. It was a decent sized room—a little bigger than her childhood room. It contained a big picture window.

"Gorgeous view?" Mrs. Hoomo asked. "Most of the land in front of you belongs with the house. Wonderful if you plan on having children. The rest of the land belongs with that house."

Looking where Mrs. Hoomo pointed, she spotted the rook. She was interested in the odd shaped house until she saw a man step out.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed.

"Xenophilius Lovegood. Crazy man, but fantastic magazine."

"You read The Quibbler?"

"Of course. Don't you?"

Ginny shook her head. She loved Luna, quirky as she was, but her father was another matter. If Luna still lived at home she would fancy living close by, but she decided there was a good chance Luna would not live in that house for a long time.

---

"How was the house?" Harry asked over lunch at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Like a miniature Burrow, sort of," Ginny replied putting her fork into her meat pie. "Except it's only been upgraded once unlike the Burrow, which the rude witch informed me."

"She insulted you?"

"She laughed like the Burrow was a joke. The Burrow was my childhood home. It's not a joke. Besides, Mr. Lovegood lives near by."

"We'd be near Luna!"

"Luna doesn't live there anymore, Harry."

"You're not happy."

"I don't want to live near Mr. Lovegood. Did you know his house is a rook?"

"I told you, when Ron, Hermione, and I were almost captured by the Death Eaters."

Ginny nodded as she chewed her beef.

"I'm checking out a house near Shell Cottage later. Wish you could come with me."

"Robards won't let me off for anything right now until we are further along in this case."

---

After lunch Ginny made her way to the new house she'd be looking at. It was on the ocean like Bill's house, which Ginny found to be very serene, thought she saw potential dangers in raising kids near the shore. Bill and Fleur were doing it, but she always thought Fleur was too liberal for her liking.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter," the real estate wizard greeted her with a firm handshake. "I'm happy to show this one story today." He opened the door. "As you can see the front door opens onto the sitting room, a rather large, open space."

The room was beautiful. The walls were a creamy off-white and the floor was a dark hardwood. The entire back wall was a huge picture window with a stunning view of the rocks and the ocean.

"Lovely, isn't it?"

"Brilliant." She walked up to the window and after looking for a minute turned around. "Is it safe for young children?"

"Do you have young children?"

"No, sir. Well, there is my husband's godson who we watch sometimes. We do plan on having children in the future."

"I've yet to hear of any serious injuries off these cliffs."

"That doesn't mean it doesn't happen."

"No. You can build a fence, I suppose, but you lose the view."

"And it is a lovely one."

"Let's look at the rest of the house."

Ginny followed him through the decent sized kitchen. It wasn't as big as the one at the Burrow, but it was bigger than the one at the other house she looked at.

After the kitchen they went to the other side of the house where the two bedrooms and bathroom sat.

"The bigger of the two bedrooms is in the back," the wizard said.

The back room contained a breath taking view of the ocean itself. Ginny sighed, content in looking out the window all day long.

Once she was done looking at the house she decided to pay Fleur and Victoire a visit. She was so close by. She wasn't very close with her sister-in-law, but she was her sister-in-law and Victoire was her niece.

"Ginny, what a nice surprise," Fleur greeted her at the door with Victoire on her hip.

"I was in the area." She took Victoire from Fleur. "Looking at a house," she admitted not realizing she was telling Fleur before she told anyone else.

"Oh, do you plan on moving? Are you and 'Arry expecting?"

"No, no. We're just tired of living at Grimmauld Place. It's not our home. I'm not sure if we're moving to this area. The house I looked at was rather small."

"Would you care for some tea? Biscuits?" Fleur asked as they entered her home.

"No, thank you."

The three made themselves comfortable in the sitting room. As soon as they sat down, Victoire began to wail. Fleur waved her wand and produced an ice-cold teething ring. She handed it to Ginny.

"Mademoiselle Victoire eez still teesing," she said.

Ginny gave the ring to the baby who immediately started sucking on it unhappily.

"Poor baby."

Ginny rubbed Victoire's blonde hair. She couldn't believe it wasn't red.

"How are you feeling?" She asked Fleur. "Do you know the gender of the baby?"

"Bill does not want to know, but I sink we are 'aving anozzer girl." Fleur placed a hand on her belly.

"Anoz—another girl? You've already one girl. That baby is a Weasley. Weasleys don't usually have one girl, much less two."

"You forget I am part-Veela. Veelas 'ave loss of girls."

Victoire looked up at Ginny as if she was waiting for a response.

"I can't ever forget you're a Veela," she muttered, noticing how Fleur glowed twice as much as normal, mostly due to her pregnancy.

"What was sat?"

"Nothing," she grumbled.

Maybe visiting Fleur when Bill wasn't home was a bad idea.

"My latest appointment with my mediwitch was last week. She says ze baby is doing fine." Fleur helped herself up and headed to the kitchen. "I 'ave to start dinner. You are welcome to stay."

"No, thank you. Harry will be home soon. Do you mind if I use your floo?"

"I do not mind. Tell 'Arry I said 'ello and would love for you to move to ze area."

Ginny held Victoire awkwardly, having followed Fleur into the kitchen where the fireplace was located.

"Oh!" Fleur waved her wand and a small cot appeared.

"Place her in zere. When you are a muzzer you will know zese spells."

Ginny placed her niece in the cot.

"Bye, Vicky-er-Victoire," she waved. She had started to call her Vicky, but corrected herself when she remembered it was Ron's horrid nickname for Hermione's old friend, Viktor Krum.

"Bye!" The young one replied causing Ginny to break out in a smile.

"Bye, Fleur." She grabbed a pinch of powder, threw it into the flames, stepped into the flames, and shouted. "12 Grimmauld Place!"

---

Ginny arrived at practice the next day to a somber locker room.

"Can you believe it?" Sian asked after putting on her practice jersey.

"Believe what?"

"You didn't read the Prophet?" She exclaimed.

Ginny had been in the process of tying her boots. Her teammate's exclamation caused her to get a knot in her laces.

"Are you referring to that rumor they printed about Gwenog?" She asked as she unsuccessfully tried to get the knot out.

"Yes!" Sian pulled her wand out and said the spell to undo Ginny's laces. "The Harpies without Gwenog Jones is like…it's like…"

"A day with no sun," Patricia supplied. "It's a shame she didn't tell us before the article was printed."

"You believe it?" Ginny asked incredulously finally tying her boots right.

"You don't?" Sara, the other Chaser, said.

Ginny was about to respond when the room became silent. She heard the sound of Quidditch boots on the concrete floor. Everyone stopped talking.

"Practice starts in two minutes!" Gwenog Jones said. "If I don't see you on the pitch that's a hundred more laps. Now, go!"

The girls scattered. Most headed for the shack where their brooms were stored. Ginny quickly retrieved her team owned Firebolt and made for the pitch.

Practice that day had been long and tough. Some of the girls were extra chatty causing them to do extra drills. The end of the day brought on a scrimmage between the starters and the reserve team.

"Ladies," Gwenog said at the end of practice. "I'm sure you read the article in Monday's Daily Prophet or heard about it. I didn't want to tell you before the season actually started. I wanted to save the news until the end, but unfortunately that didn't happen. I figured it's best to tell you now instead of leaving you wondering. It is true. I will be retiring at the end of the season. I love Quidditch. It's all I've ever wanted to do. But, I'm not getting any younger. I've been here for a good amount of time. No matter how much fun we have, all good things must come to an end. I will miss you all very much and I am making sure you are left in the most capable of hands, whether she's already on this team or a member of another team."

No one on the team had dismounted her broom while Gwenog gave her announcement. Afterwards, they sat on their sticks, hovering in the air, in shock. They all looked at each other, but no one made a move to dismount or say anything.

"Girls!" Jones exclaimed. "Don't be sad! We've an entire season to get through."

Gwenog Jones was the most tomboyish girl Ginny ever knew. She had the biggest feeling her captain was rather uncomfortable at the sight of all this sadness.

"Ten laps around the pitch and we'll call it a day!" the captain ordered.

Ginny flew behind Sian and the blonde first year reserve Seeker, Yvonne, her red hair flying in her face. She tied her hair up in the mornings, but somewhere around midday she'd take it down.

---

"Harry!" Ginny cried after stepping out of the floo.

"Master is not home," Kreacher said from the kitchen.

"Oh, dear!"

Ginny's practices usually ran late so Harry usually beat her home. He promised her this morning he'd be here when she arrived home.

"Do you know where he is?" she asked hopefully.

"Kreacher is not knowing where Master is. Kreacher is also to tell you Master's two best friends are here."

Ron and Hermione! They must know something. Ginny flew up the stairs and into the sitting room. Ron lay with his head in Hermione's lap and sat up at once.

"You're home," Hermione said as a slight pinkish closer appeared on her cheeks.

"Harry wanted me to give you this. He didn't have time to send it by owl." Ron handed his sister a folded piece of parchment.

Ginny—

Robards has a mighty big lead on the case we're working on and we have to leave now. I'm not sure when I'll be home, but I'll get there as soon as I can. I love you very much!

Harry

Ginny fell to the couch. She should be used to this by now, having been married to Harry for a few months and his girlfriend for four years. A tiny tear escaped down her cheek and she felt the arms of her brother awkwardly wrap around her.

"He's going to be okay," he whispered.

"When has he failed us?" Hermione patted her back.

He died once, which was pretty weird to think about. He didn't do so hot the last time he went out on a mission. She then thought of two people she never imagined failing. One of them did.

"Harry asked me about a spell to make everything disappear instantly," Hermione said. "He wouldn't tell me why. There's the Disillusionment Charm, but you have to perform it separately for everything you want to make invisible. He said this wasn't about making things invisible, it was about actually making them disappear."

"Hermione," Ron interrupted. "Where are you going with this?"

"Well, nowhere, actually," she replied honestly. "It's just something to do with his mission.

"Ginny?" Ron asked uncomfortably.

With her brother's arm around her, she sat there crying, which was unusual for her.

"Harry's just on a mission. He's been on plenty before."

"It's not that. Well, it is, but I just keep thinking of Fred and how sudden his death was."

She waited for someone to say something, but no one did. She was afraid of that. Ron put his arm around her and drew her close to him. She wasn't used to this level of comfort from her brother.

"They say the life of an Auror is tough, but the life of the spouse is tougher," he said quietly. "You know Harry. He will come back."

She didn't know if he was saying that for her benefit or his, but she smiled anyway.

After dinner the three came back to the sitting room and turned on the wireless. WWN played an old Weird Sister's concert.

The next thing Ginny knew someone's dry lips, and Merlin were they dry, were on hers. She slowly opened her eyes to see Harry's green eyes behind his round glasses centimeters from her face. She reached her hand to the back of his head and continued the kiss passionately.

"Your lips are so dry," she said once they parted.

"I am rather thirsty," he admitted. "Thanks for the greeting."

"Sorry," Ginny yawned. "What time is it?"

"Somewhere around 3AM."

"3AM!" She looked around noticing Ron and Hermione were no longer there and someone had placed a blanket around her.

"How are you, Harry? Fine, thanks. How are you, Ginny?"

Ginny laughed.

"How are you, Harry?" She asked noticing a cut on his nose.

"Tired and thirsty," he replied. "We didn't complete our case tonight, but we did extremely well."

"Does that hurt?" She pointed to his nose.

"What?" He winced when he touched the cut.

"You should have that cleaned up."

"You do it?" He asked.

"I'm not sure how good I am with the healing spells, but I reckon I can do it."

Harry reached for his wife's hands, pulled her from the couch, and led her upstairs.