Chapter 4
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"I really don't need you to hold my hand, Percy," Ginny ground out. "I'm perfectly capable of walking down there myself and getting my license."
"I am simply being supportive," he protested. "And, I would like to be there in case you need any assistance with the forms."
"You mean you think I might have trouble spelling my own name?" she said through gritted teeth. He was making her so angry, and not the usual kind of angry either. She couldn't help but still get mad at her brothers for forgetting her milestone birthday. And, she knew she'd probably have moved past it already if they hadn't been so damned overbearing now with their attempts to compensate for it.
Currently she had Percy, who worked at the Ministry, following after her through the glistening marble lobby of the Ministry of Magic after she'd went to sign in at the security desk.
"I know you can spell your own name," his frown was bordering on a pout. "I just wanted to be there for you, just for support."
"Well, no one was there holding your hand when you got yours, so just go back to work!" she nearly shouted and gave him a shove away from her.
It wasn't a hard shove, but he was full on pouting now before he turned and harumphed away.
Ginny allowed herself a deep breath as she watched Percy purse his lips, square his shoulders and head towards the lift to go to Level One where his job posting was as an assistant undersecretary. She really hadn't expected, nor appreciated, him being in the Ministry Atrium when she came through to get her wand checked before heading up for her Apparation test. But there he had been, right by the Floo grates waiting for her.
All her brothers had gone through this process alone and she didn't need anyone babying her through the process either. When she'd gone up to the security desk, Percy had basically repeated everything the guard said right back to her as though she wouldn't have understood it the first time. It was incredibly patronizing.
She was supposed to be mentally preparing for this and having her blood boiling with rage before going for the test wasn't going to help her with the three D's.
Ginny waited for Percy's lift doors to close before she called for another one.
Getting out at Level 6 she managed to find her way to the testing center all by herself. Not that there weren't blaring signs the whole way through the floor or anything, she thought with an eye roll. She really would have had to be an idiot if she couldn't manage to get there without assistance.
The clerk at the licensing desk handed her a form to fill out and she took a seat to wait her turn as she'd been sure to arrive early.
She'd only just handed the form back and taken a seat again to wait when she heard her name being called out from the entrance to the waiting room.
Ginny looked up and saw Harry was coming towards her and her mind went blank for a moment. They'd seen each other just two days ago when he stopped by the Burrow unexpectedly, and now this was the fourth time they were seeing each other overall. She was struck once more by how beautiful and green his eyes were, she could see the vibrant color of them from several feet away.
But why was he here? She'd mentioned she was getting her Apparation test done today in the owl she'd sent him yesterday, but he hadn't said anything about having to be at the Ministry himself.
"Hi," she breathed out in her surprise. "Don't you already have a license? What are you doing here?"
He sat down in the seat beside her, a bit of a nervous twitch happening with his left shoulder. "I do have a license," he told her. "I just thought that you might want to celebrate getting yours after and, well, just found myself coming here. I hope you don't mind."
His cheeks were coloring slightly at his admission, but there was no doubt that the red on his face was several shades lighter than her own. When she'd written to him about how she was doing her test today she hadn't expected him to show up for it.
"I haven't got one yet," she told him, still a little dazed seeing him there and wondering if she was dreaming this up. He'd come all the way to the Ministry just for her?
"I know," he grinned, "but I have no doubt that you'll pass it. You did some of the directing the other day when I Side-Alonged you back to The Burrow. Just remember the three 'D's and you'll do great."
His confidence in her was heartwarming.
"Ginevra Weasley," the clerk called her up.
Harry reached over and gave her hand a reassuring hand squeeze. "Good luck," he smiled.
A shiver ran through her at his touch, a pleasant one. "Thanks," she blushed and turned towards the clerk before letting him see just how much that had affected her.
Twenty minutes later he was still waiting for her, and she felt a hundred times lighter.
"I passed!" she grinned at him.
"Of course you did," he said and gave her a hug in congratulations.
She melted into his embrace, cherishing the feel of his arms around her. It felt nice. Right, almost. But enjoying it too much would simply complicate what was going on between them, so she pulled back and took a step back from him as well.
"You said something about celebrating this?" she asked excitedly.
"Yes. Let me take you somewhere fun. Actually, once we get out of here you can take me somewhere fun." He offered her his arm. "I need you to show me your favorite part of the UK."
"Okay! That sounds great!" He'd told her about his visits to London and Edinburgh, and that he'd been to a few beaches and tourist type locations around England, so she tried to think of somewhere that she could show him that would be new and interesting to him and came up with the perfect place.
Once they were outside the Ministry, they stopped at the nearest Apparation point that she knew of and Harry wrapped one arm around her waist. She closed her eyes right away to try and pull up the location she wanted to take him to and knew if she looked up at him just then she would be too distracted to do it properly.
A moment later they were in the village of Hogsmeade in Scotland, and it was noticeably colder without the skyscrapers to reflect the sun's rays down on them, amplifying the summer heat. Where they stood now there was a cool breeze and the tallest building was only two stories.
"Geez, where are we?" Harry chuckled; he too felt the chill, she saw him give a shiver.
"Welcome to Hogsmeade!" Ginny boasted, holding her arms out as though presenting the village. "It's the village closest to Hogwarts, in Scotland, have you been before?"
"No. Heard stories about it, but most of the time when we visited England it was just to go into London or visit with family and friends. My dad and Sirius have gone on and on about The Three Broomsticks and some barmaid."
"Madame Rosmerta," Ginny nodded. "She's still there and still quite attractive. The boys are still drooling over her even in her forties."
Harry laughed, "that's the one. Sirius was so keen on getting under her skirt, er, I mean."
"Don't worry about it," Ginny said and gave him a consoling pat on the chest, "six brothers, remember? The twins used to give her the cheesiest pick-up lines, but nothing worked."
"There is another place that I am very interested in visiting around here though," he told her and spun around slowly as though getting his bearings.
"Where's that?"
"The Shrieking Shack."
That was not what she'd expected. Zonkos, maybe, not the Shrieking Shack! "What? Why?" she laughed.
"If you take me there, I'll tell you," he promised her, giving her a cheeky grin and a wink.
Ginny gave a shrug; she was up for the walk. "Alright, follow me then."
They were at the other end of the village from the Shrieking Shack and the road that led to Hogwarts. As they walked through the village she pointed out the different shops and it surprised her how many stories she had about each one of them. One of her brothers or friends had done something incredibly stupid or incredibly hilarious in each and every one of them. After four years of this village being the only escape from Hogwarts during their school year, even the dodgiest of shops had been visited and merchandise knocked over or dates had gone horribly wrong in them.
Harry didn't look like he was anything less than entertained by her stories, so she kept talking.
"And you've never been up to Hogwarts?" Ginny asked as they started out of the village again towards their destination in the woods.
"No. I've only seen pictures from my parent's photobooks. It looks like a beautiful castle. Most of my schools didn't have as much history and majesty behind them. One of them had only been built in the last decade. The one I went to in Mauritius was in a parkland and the school looked like a big treehouse from the outside."
"Really?" Ginny asked in amazement. "Could the Muggles see it?"
"No," he shook his head. "It had Muggle repellant charms all over the land around it. We had to Floo in every day because the forest was so thick around it. And because the island was so small, they didn't need dormitories. The school was basically there specifically for the children of E.L.M employees. It was small class sizes, but that meant we got more of the one-on-one instruction so my curriculum there was pretty good. Downside though of the size of the area was that they didn't have Quidditch teams, there was only enough students interested to do a recreational game now and again."
"It's really neat that you've gotten to experience all the different schools." She would have loved to be able to travel and see as much of the world as he had.
"Neat, yeah. That's one word for it," he said dryly.
"You didn't like it?"
He gave a non-committal shrug. "Living so many new places is fun looking back, but at the time it was just chaos. Learning new places and meeting all the new people. I'm kind of done with it, for now at least."
"What about just travelling? You haven't been everywhere. There must be some places on your bucket list."
"There is a lot of Europe I would like to see still, vacations I am interested in taking and definitely experiences that I still want to have."
"For example?" she asked.
"Bungee Jumping, kayaking trips, river cruise," he listed off.
"And here I was expecting you just to say 'getting stoned in Amsterdam'," she joked.
"Oh, that's on my list too," he laughed.
"Good, mine too," she chuckled. "I've read some Muggle magazines that my dad has brought home and there was one about the typical pre-university experience. Apparently, it is the thing for Muggle students to do, and it sounds like fun. One of my dorm mates brought some of that stuff at the start of last year and I tried it. It made me cough something dreadful, but it was a very peaceful experience after. I slept great that night anyways. It does smell bloody awful though."
"That it does," he chuckled.
"Well, we're here," she pointed to the wreckage of a building a few hundred meters away past the fence they were just approaching.
"This is it, is it?" He sounded as though he were looking at some kind of fantastical monument.
To Ginny, it still just looked like a dilapidated shack in the woods.
"It is. Everyone says it is haunted, which for some reason keeps most other students away, but since Hogwarts has several ghosts running around, and a Poltergeist, I don't know why that is supposed to scare us away. I've gotten right up to the building, but haven't found a door in."
"That is because you didn't know where to look," he grinned.
The way that he said that made her pause and turn to look at him. "You do?"
The mischievous glint in his eye was saying much more than the "I do" that came from his lips.
"Mind telling me how that is? Did your dad and Sirius know?"
"I, um. How do you feel about… er, this is a bit of an odd question, but do you happen to hold any prejudices?"
Ginny's eyes went wide at the question. "Excuse me? What kind of prejudices? Against Goblin's or House Elf's or something? No, of course not."
"What about werewolves?"
"Oh!" she said in surprise and actually gave some thought to it. "Well, I know that some werewolves are terrible people, but that can't be true for all of them. I haven't met any that I know of, but I'd say that they, like everyone else, are on a case by case basis. I wouldn't just outright hate someone because they were a werewolf. If they were one, knew it, and intentionally put themselves somewhere where they could do harm during the Full Moon, I can't say I'd invite them over for tea."
"Fair enough," he nodded, looking like he approved of her answer. "The reason I ask is because this place was built for a Werewolf that was a student, for a place they could go during the Full Moon." He then started leading the way passed the fence and towards the shack.
"Shut up!" Ginny gasped in surprise.
"There are two ways in," he continued. "You can go in through a spot in the back corner of the building that has two loose boards, or there is a tunnel that leads to the Hogwarts grounds."
"Oh!" she exclaimed loudly. "Under the Whomping Willow!"
Harry nearly fell over when he stepped wrongly and lost his footing a bit. "You know about it?!"
"Yes! I knew there was a passageway there, but I don't know how to use it and didn't know where it led until just now!" She was just shy of clapping her hands together in excitement over finally having that mystery solved.
"That tree was planted for the werewolf as well," he grinned. "You have to press a small knot on it in order to get the branches not to swing and hit you. It opens up the tunnel entrance as well."
They walked around to the back side of the shack and Harry started pressing against the panels of wood in search of the entrance.
"So, your friend the werewolf told you all about this?"
"No, my dad and Sirius did. They, er, helped the werewolf. They figured out what he was in their second year and were determined to help him out any way that they could." He turned to face her then and she could see there were thoughts running through his mind, like he was judging his next words carefully. "I suppose I could tell you how since they aren't illegal anymore," he started.
Ginny's eyes went wide at that preface.
"See, they became Animagi," he divulged.
"While they were in school?!" she asked in awe. "That's incredible!"
"No kidding. Pretty high bar my family set for me, eh?" he chuckled. "My dad and Sirius became Animagi when they were fifteen, then my mum was on the team that developed the Wolfsbane potion. My grand-dad was the Sleek-eazy guy and my grand-mum founded the St. Mungo's Charity."
"What about your mum's family?" Ginny asked as Harry located the correct boards.
They both grinned at each other as he wriggled the boards out. There was a nail at the top center of the middle board that allowed it to swing to the side and give enough space to let them in.
He held it open for her to go through first. It was very dark in there and she could smell mildew in the air.
"Lumos." Her wand tip lit and revealed a set of steps in front of her leading up, and another to her side that were leading down. The little area she was standing on was a landing. There were cobwebs absolutely everywhere. She cast several cleaning spells to clear them all away and Harry joined her in that effort after sliding the panel closed again.
"Up or down?" she offered him the decision.
"Up, I think. I'm pretty sure that down will just lead us to the tunnel and I'd like to explore the rooms a bit."
They continued cleaning away the layers of dust and cobwebs that had built up in the last twenty or so years since anyone had been in the place as they moved up the stairs.
"So, your mum's family?" she asked again as they worked away.
"Right, well, they're Muggles. She was the only witch in her family that we know of. Her parents passed away in a car accident in her seventh year at school and then it was just she and her sister. My aunt doesn't approve of magic though; Called my mum a freak. Although my mum has told me that it was because she was actually a bit jealous. Anyway, the aunt married some awful man and had a kid and they live in some suburb on the outskirts of London. I've never met my cousin, or my aunt and uncle, so I don't know how much of this is true. But so far as I know they've never tried to contact us and I can't see a reason why my mum would make that up, so there you have it," he shrugged.
They were in a room that had a broken bed in it and smashed wooden furniture pushed out to the corners and against the walls. There were scratches all over the walls and what looked like blood stains in a few places. There was so much destruction that Ginny was having a hard time cataloguing all of it.
"Wow," was all she could offer in a whisper.
"I was told that the transformations could be the most torturous part," Harry said sadly. "I'm glad the Wolfsbane potion was made before my dad and Sirius left him for their travels. Now, apparently, he just locks himself in his basement during the Full Moon, transforms and then curls up in a ball and falls asleep."
"Having friends with him in animal form had eased it?"
"Yes. Werewolves are dangerous to humans, but not to animals. My dad is a stag and Sirius is a big, hairy dog so they would be able to keep him a bit in line. Even went running through the forest a few times and managed to get him back here as the moon was waning. The school nurse always showed up to take him to the tunnel and back."
Ginny nodded and they moved forwards through to the next room. It wasn't a large place; two rooms and one closet that looked like it was meant to hold a toilet. They could only tell what the rooms were supposed to have been meant for by layout alone because nothing in them was a good indication.
"How is it you knew about the tunnel?" Harry asked her.
"The twins, Fred and George, found a special map in Filch's office in their first year. Filch is the caretaker at the school," she explained. "He seems to hate all students, I'm pretty sure it is because he is a Squib. He tried to write me up for tracking dirt in the corridors once and dragged me into his office, I saw a Kwikspell course brochure in his office there." She couldn't help the snicker. Harry didn't look to share in her amusement about a Squib trying to learn magic. "You'd understand if you met him. He's bloody awful to the lot of us. Anyhow, Fred and George took the map and figured out how it worked. They handed it down to me once they'd got all the passwords and passages memorized. It showed the tunnel here on it, but not how to get passed the tree."
"This map, does it mention who created it?" Harry asked curiously.
"Mmhmm, Messrs Moony, Wormtail-"
"Padfoot and Prongs," Harry finished for her, grinning ear to ear.
She turned to him with wide eyes in shock. "What?!"
He was almost bouncing with excitement. "That's Sirius and my dad! Padfoot and Prongs! My dad is Prongs, he's the stag, and Sirius is Padfoot, the dog. I can't believe you have their map! They are going to be so jazzed that you have it!"
She was astounded. "They have helped me avoid so many detentions! That's incredible," she exclaimed.
"They'll probably call off the solicitors when they hear about this," he said happily, but then it got a little awkward.
Ginny wasn't quite at the point of being able to joke about it, it looked like he immediately regretted what he said and wasn't comfortable joking about it either. Maybe once the situation was sorted, but since there hadn't been any clear option to get out of this betrothal yet there wasn't any hilarity that she was seeing.
"So, shall we take the tunnel then?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation.
"As much as I'd like to see Hogwarts up close and personal, the summer months probably aren't the best time to simply sneak onto the grounds." He sounded relieved that she had offered the change of subject.
"Right, right. Not exactly many students we could simply blend in with, are there? We could take the road up to the school though, you could get a look at it from the gates," she offered.
"Sure."
They left the shack and made it back to the road in companionable silence. She could tell that he was now thinking about the contract, as was she.
Mostly she was thinking about how two years from now she was expected to be knocked up.
Ginny couldn't help looking down at the waistline of her dress. She had only seen a few pregnant women, some wore the belly nicely and side profile was really the only way you knew they were pregnant, others completely bloated out. There weren't any pictures of her mum in her first pregnancy, nor second or third. Someone did manage to get a picture of her when she was pregnant with the twins though and she had been so bloated that she was put on bedrest almost the moment she started showing. That had been when she'd lost her figure.
That had also been when her father had started getting the 'dad-bod' as it was now referred to. He'd plumped out quite a bit, claimed it had been sympathy weight, and he'd never bothered trying to take it off.
Ginny knew she had wide enough hips that her body probably was ideally suited for easy childbirth, but she wasn't ready to be a mum.
They reached the gates to the school and there was a lovely, picturesque view of the castle from there.
"When the first years see it for the first time it is from the other side," she told Harry. "We all got put in little dingy boats and come in through the base of the castle by way of the lake. It's more beautiful seeing it at that time of night with all the windows lit up."
"Did you ever think you would be anything but a Gryffindor?" Harry asked her. "I know that the sorting ceremony is just putting an enchanted hat on your head, but it must read your base personality or something, right?"
"It puts you wherever you ask it to actually," she admitted to him. "My brothers had been trying to scare me by telling me I had to battle a troll or something and that determined which house I was put in."
Harry gave a laugh at the ridiculousness of that.
"I know, stupid. But as I was eleven, I was worried it would be some test of bravery or skill that was going to determine where I would end up for the next seven years. I only ever wanted Gryffindor though."
"Sirius told me his mind was made up as to where he wanted to be while he was on the Hogwarts Express. His family had all been Slytherin, and they expected him to be put into Slytherin as well; but he met dad on the train, they shared a compartment and they've been inseparable ever since."
"I think that's great," Ginny said wistfully. Having your best friend with you through the best and the worst times, travelling everywhere they went, sharing in family and all that. "Sirius never wanted to settle down and have a family of his own?"
"He still might one day, but he says he just hasn't met the right one for him," Harry said and indicated back down the road in question as to whether they should head back. Ginny gave a nod and they turned back to the village. "I think he does want what my mum and dad have eventually, but he has been just such an integral part of the family to me that he probably feels like our family is his family. Like I was sort of his son as well as my dad's. He's also had so many girlfriends and one-offs over the years that it is absolutely mind boggling."
They both shook with laughter at that.
"And what about you?" she asked. "Before this contract was thrown in our face, what were your plans for all that, or did you even have any?"
"It wasn't top on my priority list, but I figured I'd start with trying to find a nice girl. That's usually the way that goes. I didn't have any of the rest of it even on my mind. Eighteen, single and starting out in a new, well, sort of new, country. I was just looking forward to starting into my career and then see what happened naturally," he told her honestly.
"But did you see yourself more being like Sirius, or like your dad?"
"Dad," he admitted softly. "Watching my parents together, they just… fit. They work. Twenty years they've been together and he's still a sappy romantic and she still eats it up. Nauseating really, but I've always seen them as something to aspire to."
A more perfect answer could not have been offered and Ginny felt herself growing sappy and melting for him once more.
"My parents are the same way," she smiled. "Were," she corrected with a frown. "Seven kids and nearly thirty years later and dad still had this sappy and gross nickname for her that he'd just randomly whisper in her ear and she'd blush over." She shook her head, "you're right; nauseating, and yet something to aspire to."
"Drink?" Harry asked when they reached the village and he pointed to the Three Broomsticks.
"Let's."
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Two hours later they parted ways, Harry Apparating himself back to Potter Manor and she got herself home to the Burrow.
"I'm assuming you passed then," Ron said from the stove when she got in through the kitchen door.
"Yep. And Percy was there waiting for me in the Atrium like I was some idiot child that needed minding. Did he do that to you?"
"No, but I was able to take my test at school. We had loads of professors to help us out if we had trouble with the forms. Granted, I was an idiot sixth year," he joked.
"True." She looked at what he was making. "Meatballs?"
"We had the ingredients," he shrugged. "Doing a cranberry sauce for them, give it an extra little kick."
Sounded delicious enough to her.
"Want a cake or anything to celebrate your license?"
She was surprised by the offer. Ron must still have been trying to make up to her a bit; or he wanted an excuse to make a cake. "No, Harry treated me to lunch. I had a dessert at the Three Broomsticks."
"Harry took you out after your test?" Ron asked curiously, giving her a bit of a sideways look.
Ginny wasn't sure what his tone was meant to indicate, but Ron hadn't met Harry yet, so he hadn't seen how very on the same page Harry and she were about the whole situation. "Yeah. He met me at the Ministry, we went to Hogsmeade after my test and I showed him around. Walked up to the school and got a look at it from the gates. He told me about some of the schools that he'd attended. Pretty interesting stories. Made me want to do some travelling after school."
"If you aren't married you mean," Ron scoffed.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'd actually be able to afford it if I was though," she joked.
Ron stopped what he was doing and gave her a hard stare. "Are you coming around to this?"
"What?" She knew what he was implying, but she wasn't at the point of admitting anything or even toying with the idea.
"You heard me. Do you want to go through with it?" He was asking her sincerely, not in his usual abrupt manner.
Ron had always been her closest brother. They'd been stuck playing with each other more than any of their other siblings and he had been who she would normally have gone to if she was having trouble with something at school. Other than her studies of course, he was crap at school.
He was never the most sensitive person, but she knew that he cared for her and only wanted the best for her. She did for him as well, even when they fought, which was fairly often.
"I…" But she had to think about it, how to phrase it. "We've become friends. I admit that I thought he was a bit appealing the first time I saw him, but this contract has changed everything. Now, well, now I feel like I can't entertain those thoughts."
"But you like him."
Her face colored; she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and it was always a dead giveaway. "He is very nice. We get on very well and he likes Quidditch. Him being somewhat attractive and us getting on is just… well, it's beside the point. We both want out of the obligation of it all." That was the best way she could put it. "I don't want to be forced into anything because our great-great-grandparents decided the next Weasley girl was compensation for the land we've been living on."
Ron kept working at the stove in quiet contemplation. "It's just that… well. I mean if he's a nice bloke and you kind of fancy him. And… alright, I hate to say this, but no one else seems to be playing the devil's advocate. But, if you fancy him and he can, you know, take care of you. Well, then why not?"
Ginny could do no more than just stare at him.
Of all her brothers she didn't think that Ron would have been the one telling her just to go through with it because the Potter's could 'take care of her'. Percy maybe, because he was more about the wizarding traditions and whatnot. But Ron?
"Would you be saying that if this were you?" she asked harshly. Ginny was offended that he could even entertain the idea of it.
Ron seemed to have been prepared for this reaction because he didn't get his back up about it immediately. "Look, I wouldn't be saying it if he were some Slytherin ponce with family ideals like the bloody Malfoy's or something. If this were Crabbe or Goyle I'd be working with the twins on how to poison his food and get away with it. But it isn't. You just said you kind of fancy him, he comes from a well off family, but he still works, he likes Quidditch and his parents are pretty easy to get on with from what I've heard. You also aren't seeing anyone right now, so it isn't like it's getting in the way of your relationship with someone else. All I'm saying is, would it be the worst thing in the world?
"And don't go launching into the whole 'your choice is being taken away' thing. I know that's what the big problem is here. You're being told who to marry and when, and that sucks. But you've got to admit that it could be worse. It could be a million times worse." He had said this with his blue eyes looking directly at her and the most serious expression he was capable of wearing when not in anger.
Ron turned back to his frying pan and plated the meatballs, bringing them over to her with two forks and offering one to her. "And for what it's worth, I wouldn't be all that happy if it were happening to me. But if I was single and she was an alright looking girl and we got on the way you and Harry seem to be, well, I might not hate it so much."
Ginny frowned down at the tasty treats before her and took one in her mouth while she thought. He must have discussed this with Hermione, Ron would never have come around like this all on his own. He had been saying exactly what that tiny voice in the back of her head was saying, but there was one part that he didn't know, and it was the part that was really causing her the most trouble.
"It states I would need to get pregnant in the first year," she whispered.
Ron froze then and stared at her. Now she could see worry in his eyes.
"But you're only just seventeen," he said sadly. "You'd be eighteen and just out of school."
Ginny nodded. "Expectations back then were that the wife would get knocked up basically on her wedding night. Women didn't have the prospect of jobs and other opportunities. They were meant to be wives and mothers." She gave a hard swallow. "That's all I'd be."
"That's not true," he said determinedly. "Our mother was just a wife and mother, but that was what she wanted. Hermione's mum still works as a Muggle teeth fixer and didn't you say that Harry's mum was going to be the new Charms Professor? It doesn't have to be all you are. It might delay your plans, but you can still have them."
With that they sat in silence and slowly ate his creation. Ginny didn't have the energy to think it through anymore. It was all she had been thinking about for a week. Now it was just left up to the solicitors to see if they could find a way out of it.
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