A/N: Hey! Sorry for not updating in a long time. I was busy on the fourth chapter of Between the Lines (it's up now, check it out!) and of course real life. Hope you like this chapter. 2,000 words, that's the longest chapter in this story! Thank you to everyone who reviewed.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. (except for the laptop I'm typing the story on and a half-eaten packet of crisps. And oh, plenty of pending assignments.)

Lily Luna Potter sat at the table in the kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place, eating her grandma's special raspberry scones as her Uncle George and Uncle Fred narrated some of the pranks they'd pulled off the previous year.

"And then Belby retches as he starts spluttering feathers from his mouth—"

"—And that was when we realized that we had to do something about that little side-effect of the Canary Creams."

It was strange, thought Lily, looking at Uncle George (with both ears) joking around with his twin brother. Maybe she was imagining it, but his eyes looked brighter.

Uncle Fred. She tried to behave normally around him, but it was difficult. Talking to him was like talking to a ghost, or rather a distant, unreal person you only saw in pictures and heard about from your family when they were feeling particularly reminiscent.

But Uncle Fred was real here, looking like a two-eared copy of Uncle George, laughing with him.

Suddenly, Lily felt a strange twinge of guilt. It was really unfair, that she was getting to meet her uncle when Uncle George himself had not talked to him for over twenty years. He really deserved to see his twin for the last time…

"Hey, Lils," said Uncle George, jolting her out of her thoughts. "D'you play Quidditch?"

"'Course I do," said Lily brightly. "I play Seeker, but I'm not on the Quidditch team yet. I'll try out this year though."

Uncle Fred raised an eyebrow. "Seeker, eh? Are you by chance Charlie's daughter?"

"Uncle Charlie isn't even married," said Lily without thinking, and realized her mistake at once. "Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that. Rose will kill me."

"Aww, do you think we'll let our niece—"

"—or daughter—"

"—get murdered by ickle Ronniekins' daughter?"

Lily was taken aback for a fraction of a second before she composed herself. They were trying to catch her off guard and make her blurt out something. She wasn't stupid.

"Won't fall for that," she said a sing-song voice.

At that moment, Ginny entered the kitchen blearily, still wearing her cotton pajamas. Lily smirked. Her mum didn't seem to have been a morning person as a teenager.

"Morning, Ginevra," she said in an overtly bright voice.

Her fourteen-year-old mother mumbled something that sounded like 'Ninganddon'tcallmenevra' and helped herself to a piece of toast.

Grandma looked at her youngest daughter disapprovingly. "Finish your breakfast quickly, Ginny. We have to start on the attic today. This place is an absolute mess and I intend to clean it up by September."

"Yes, Mum," Ginny grumbled.

Half an hour later, Lily, Rose, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were cooped up in the attic, armed with brooms and mops. Evidently, being Molly Weasley's future granddaughters didn't exempt you from having to clean.

"We'll tackle the bookshelves first," said Grandma. "Be careful, though. Some of the books may be cursed, so do not open any book, okay?"

On this happy note, everyone started sorting through the books and dusting the shelves, coughing occasionally at the inches of dust collected over the years.

An hour and a half later, Grandma went down to bring up some refreshments, as the rest of the cleaning team settled on the floor, their shoulders slumped in exhaustion.

"Mum is a slave driver," said Uncle Ron, wheezing as he took support of a suspiciously rattling cupboard. Auntie Hermione thumped him on the back, which only made Uncle Ron splutter more.

Suddenly, Uncle Ron was jolted away from the cupboard which burst open on its own.

Uncle Ron fell on the floor while Ginny, who was standing right in front of the cupboard gasped, her brown eyes wide.

A tall boy, not looking older than sixteen walked out of the cupboard. He had jet-black hair and cold grey eyes. He was looking at Ginny, a cold smirk on his otherwise handsome face.

Lily stared at him, transfixed, as he hissed, "You are mine, Ginevra. You belong to me…"

A split second later, Lily's dad ran up in front of the cupboard, pointing his wand at the tall black-haired boy, who immediately vanished and turned into a dark form.

Rose screamed.

"Harry, stop!" Auntie Hermione shrieked. "You can't do magic outside of school again!"

"I-it's just a Boggart," said Uncle Ron in a shaken voice, trying to reassure Rose, who was trembling. "I'll call Mum—"

As if on cue, Grandma appeared in the room, clutching a tray of juice. She looked around the room wildly, taking in the shaking form of her daughter, Rose's wide eyes, and finally Harry, who was pointing his wand at the black mass.

"A- a dementor?"

"It's a Boggart, Mrs Weasley," said Auntie Hermione in a slightly hysterical voice as the lights around them flickered. "Can- can you just—"

Grandma nodded, put her tray down, and with a look of determination on her face, took a place in front of Harry and pointed her wand at the boggart, her hand trembling slightly.

Crack.

The Boggart changed into two dead bodies. Lily gaped as she saw the teenaged, bloodied versions of Uncles Fred and George. Together. Even in death.

Grandma's knees buckled and she fell into the ground, breathing erratically.

Lily heard Rose's breath catch in her throat behind her. Lily herself felt that the air had been knocked out from her body. Grandma's worst fear… it would come true one day… Uncle Fred would die, and Uncle George would never be the same again…

"I'll call Professor Lupin," breathed Uncle Ron, as he bolted out of the attic.

Teddy's dad appeared the room a minute later, Uncle Ron behind him, an ashen look on his face.

Meanwhile, the Boggart was changing its form and alternating between the dead bodies of Granddad, Uncle Ron, Lily's mum and Uncle Percy.

Remus Lupin took one look at the Boggart, who had now assumed the form of Lily's dad, with blood trickling down his face, pointed his wand at it, and yelled Riddikulus. Immediately it changed into a silver orb, and then vanished. "The full moon," breathed Rose behind her.

"Mum?" said Ron tentatively, as he walked towards his silently sobbing mother and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Molly," said Teddy's dad. "It's alright. It was just a Boggart."

"I s-see them dead all the time," said Grandma in an anguished voice. "I don't know what to do- I'm so scared. Wh-what if A-Arthur and I- die and- who will take care of Ron and Ginny?"

"Molly," said Teddy's dad again. "Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen. The Order is much more stronger than the previous one now. As for what will happen to Ron and Ginny if something happens-," he said, smiling slightly. "Do you think we'd let them starve?"

Grandma gave a shaky laugh as she wiped her eyes. "I know I'm being silly- crying like this over a Boggart."

Lily, however was not paying much attention to what her grandma was saying. Teddy's dad's words kept ringing in her ears… As for what will happen to Ron and Ginny if something happens… do you think we'd let them starve? It seemed terribly ironic, that something like this would happen, but the other way around. Teddy would be orphaned, and Grandma would treat him as her own grandchild…

"Ginny, are you alright?" Grandma's concerned voice snapped Lily out of her thoughts. She was looking at Ginny, whose eyes were still slightly wide.

"Yeah, I am," she snapped in a brusque voice as she wrenched open the attic door and went out of the room.

Everyone in the attic exchanged worried glances. "I'll go and see if she is alright," volunteered Auntie Hermione.

Lily chanced a glance at her dad. He was looking visibly shaken and confused. She really couldn't let this chance go. It'd be cool if her parents became friends (and hopefully got together) sooner. "Actually," she said in a businesslike voice, still looking at her father. Her fifteen year old father. "Wouldn't it be better if Harry went instead? I mean, he was in the Chamber of Secrets, right?"

Uncle Ron and Auntie Hermione were looking at her, shocked. Suddenly, Auntie Hermione's face cleared as she said, "Yes, that's a much better idea. You should go, Harry."

Rose was looking at Lily, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. The look on her face clearly screamed, I-know-what-you-are-trying-to-do-and-you-are-so-stupid-for-trying-to-do-that. Lily, in turn, gave her cousin her best, (hopefully) innocent I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about look.

"I'll-er, go," said Harry finally. Lily allowed herself a small, triumphant smile.

Ginny walked into the room she and Hermione shared and slammed the door shut behind her as she sank into the bed.

Of course she would see him again while facing the Boggart. Of course she'd lose her wits and not even think of using the incantation. Of course Harry bloody Potter would have to jump in front of her and try to battle the Boggart himself. Of course she'd just stand there, trembling like a stupid damsel in distress. Of course she'd still be scared of Tom Marvolo Riddle when she knew that the diary had been destroyed, and he would not come again- at least in his sixteen-year-old form.

Ginny had almost forgotten about Tom. She didn't think of him often except those few and scattered nightmares, half-forgotten when she woke up in the morning. But seeing him- looking almost real, talking to her, a nasty sneer marring his otherwise handsome face brought back those old memories... And now everyone had seen him. Ron, Hermione, Harry and those two girls who were supposed to be her nieces or something. Now they'd pity her, a small, silly, frightened little girl who was still scared of Riddle.

There was a knock on her door. "Er, Ginny? Are you in there?" She'd recognize this voice anywhere.

She didn't answer- she was sure she wouldn't be able to stop the tears that were threatening to roll down her face and would probably answer in a choked voice- but the door opened anyway and Harry poked his head in, looking concerned. Had the boy no concept of personal space?

"Are you OK?" he asked tentatively, standing at the foot of the door, as if unsure whether to come in or not.

"Yeah," she lied in a smooth voice.

"I, uh, didn't know you'd see him when you went in front of the Boggart," he said in a nervous but sincere voice. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" she said, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"For just assuming you were completely alright after you got out of the chamber," he said quickly. "I should've asked you if you were really OK, you know? I thought that just because the diary was destroyed, you were perfectly normal and happy. I was wrong."

Ginny felt a hundred different thoughts whirling in her mind, but she really didn't know how to answer. It was so typical of Harry, shouldering the blame for everything.

"You don't need to say sorry," she said, mentally hitting herself for saying something so inadequate and stupid. Now she was the one trying to reassure him.

"I mean, I never talked about it to anyone, so there's no way it's your fault. I'm OK, really, it's just that I had almost forgotten about him, and that Boggart just brought everything back. I'm OK now," she repeated, as she attempted a small smile.

"Are you sure?" he said uncertainly. "I'm there- you know, if you want to talk about it to someone, because I'm, you know, I reckon I'm the only one who knows about him that much..."

This time, Ginny's smile was genuine. "Yes."

"Good," grinned Harry. "Are you up for a game of Exploding Snap with me, Ron and Hermione?" he asked. "Lils and Rose too," he added as an afterthought.

As Harry and Ginny exited the room, they found themselves face to face with Lils, who was looking as if she had been listening to the entire conversation.

She was looking incredibly smug and gave Harry a not-so-discreet thumbs-up sign.

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