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When Monday morning finally arrived Ginny woke up extra early, before even her alarm clock rang. She groaned, and glanced at her digital alarm. She flung her legs over the bed, and stood up, stretching up on the balls of her feet. She yawned, and grabbed her wand as she passed her dresser toward the bathroom.

She played with her wand lovingly, twirling the fine wood between her fingers, finally feeling like she was given a small piece of home.

She took a quick shower, and dressed in her elegant business suit, her only business suit. She knew she could wear robes now having come back into the wizarding scene now, but to be honest she didn't have any robes, and she'd gotten so used to wearing muggle clothes after 5 years of practice, that she couldn't think anything different.

She put her curly hair half way up, into an elegant bun, letting a mass of auburn curls fall wildly around her shoulders, and put a thin coat of make up on, the muggle way. She smiled reassuringly at her reflection, and shoved her wand in her coat pocket. She prepared to apparate to the new work place.

She hadn't apparated in a long time, she hoped that she still knew how.

If felt great to apparate. She's almost forgotten how great being weightless felt. When her feet finally hit solid ground, she stumbled a bit, unsure of her bearings.

" Gabby! There you are!" Ginny spun around at her cover name, and grinned at the tall brown haired witch in front of her.

" Hello.um. Meg." Ginny smiled.

"Just Meg's fine." She smiled, and began to lead her through the office. They stopped in front of the short witch that had interrupted their interview. She had medium to long light brown hair, some might say that it was almost blonde, and she had green eyes, hidden by thick eyelashes. She smiled warmly at Ginny. (Hint: Emma is me, the name, the description, maybe not personality though, we'll have to see. ()

" Gabby, this is Emma, she'll show you around." She grinned. " Don't be too intimidated." She smiled warmly, and nodded toward the girl.

Ginny smiled. " I'll try not to be."

" Great, your desk is right over there." She pointed to a small room that looked to be a small office, right next to hers. " The little room next to mine, you'll find your name plate on the door."

Ginny nodded happily.

" Anything else, questions? Concerns?" Ginny noticed that her boss liked to talk with her hands, to get her points across. It made her smile, and think of Hermione back home who used to do the same thing.

Ginny immediately frowned, she could not afford to be thinking about home now!

"No." She forced a large smile onto her face, indicating that nothing was wrong.

" Ok, well, I'm so sorry that I have to leave you to your own devices, but I've got a shit load of work to get done before I go to lunch with my boyfriend, his brother and his brother's friends." She chuckled slightly, and flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder. Ginny smiled, she liked her boss, she was young and carefree.

She didn't think twice about her boyfriend or his friends.

" Ok see ya later."

Meg waved too her with a big grin on her face as she walked back to her office.

Ginny turned back toward Emma, who was smiling at her.

" So you're the new girl? Welcome." She held out her hand, and Ginny shook it grinning. " So what do you want to see first? The kitchen, the bathroom, the men?"

Ginny giggled. "You choose."

" If only it were that easy."

Ginny laughed again, she liked this girl.

" Ok, follow me." Emma stood up, and gestured for Ginny to follow her.

She pointed to her office, to the left of Megs. " That mi amiga es su oficina."

Ginny smiled.

" You'll see your name plate there, all shiny and stuff."

Ginny grinned.

" So how long you been in New York?" Emma asked, making light conversation as she guided Ginny through the office.

" Five years actually."

" FIVE YEARS!"

" Yea, as a muggle."

" Where were you from before."

" London."

" Yea, you have that accent. I can place you now." She smiled, and walked down the corridor, Ginny walking in step with her.

" So.is Meg nice?"

" As nice as they get. Her boyfriend's crazy though, hey he's British too, I think he went to Hogwarts." She glanced at her, and Ginny fidgeted. " Did you go there?"

Ginny glanced at her shoes. " Yes." She said weakly, hoping she wasn't giving anything away.

Emma noticed her discomfort, and decided to switch the subject. " So, you hungry?"

" Yea, I could go for something."

" Great! I'm starving." She emphasized her point by rubbing her stomach.

Ginny grinned, and followed Emma to the kitchen. As they ate breakfast, Emma filled in Ginny on all of the office gossip. Supposedly, they were all expecting Meg's boyfriend to propose. Ginny almost was tempted to ask her boyfriend's name, but bit her lip to shut her mouth. She didn't want to know pry in her life, seeing as how they'd just met.

As they walked back, Emma chatted lightly, while Ginny listened, and when the moment called for it, laughed. When she rounded the corner, toward her desk.

She was surprised the see that there was a man in Meg's office, she could see masculine arms through the glass of her window.

" Who's in there with Meg?"

" Probably her boyfriend." Emma shrugged.

As they got closer to the window, Ginny got a peek at the profile of the man.

Her eyes grew wide, and the bitter taste of bile rise in her throat. Her heart began to pound wildly against her rib cage. She could see his profile, and she knew that face anywhere. He was a short and stocky man, with a small pointed nose, and big brown eye. His bright red hair was shorter now, and a lot spikier.

She felt her palms grow sweaty. 'What the hell was he doing in America, and more importantly what was he doing with her boss?'

" Emma, is 'that' her boyfriend?" Ginny asked her voice quivering, as she pointed at the man in the room.

Emma glanced in the room, and grinned.

" Yea, good looking isn't he."

Ginny felt like she was going to be sick. She was rooted to her spot staring transfixed at her brother. He can't find out that I'm here.

She began to panic as the two in the office stood up. She looked frantically around, for a place to escape.

She couldn't very well run down the hall, he would catch her running in front of them. She couldn't stay where she was, he would run right into her, and that was worse than the first option. She turned to Emma, and pleaded with her eyes. When she only got a puzzled response, her eyes landed on her office door, only a few short feet away.

Ginny watched in horror, as Meg turned to leave out of the door to the right of Ginny. She gave a small shriek as the two made for the door. She grabbed Emma's hand hurriedly, knocking over a stack of papers in the process, that was lying organized on the in out box, next to Meg's office. She swore, and collected the paper from the floor, and clutched it to her chest, not bothering to organize any of it. She tugged Emma forcefully into her office with her free hand, and slammed the door shut rather loudly with her foot. Her face was turning bright red, just as the two came out into the hall.

" What was that?" Fred asked, a confused look clouded his features.

" Probably Gabby, getting acquainted with her new office."

" Gabby?"

" New reporter, and journalist." Her eyes shot wide open as she remembered something. " Hey she's from Britain, and went to Hogwarts, she was actually there when you were, do you know a Gabby Winston?" She looked at him hopefully.

He wracked his brains. " No."

Her face fell, but she grabbed his shirtsleeve. " Come, I want to you to meet her."

" What? Meg we have to meet Ron, Hermione and Harry in like fifteen minutes." He said glancing at his watch.

" Yes, and meeting Gabby with take all of 30 seconds."

He shrugged, and allowed his girl friend to lead him to Gabby's office door.

IN GINNY'S OFFICE:

" Emma, please you have to help me out here, please, I might explain later, but you have." There was a knock at the door, breaking through Ginny's desperate plea. Her heart pounded roughly against her chest. She was afraid that they could hear it.

" Gabs, what the hell?" Emma said her eyes wide at the new girl's behavior.

Ginny looked frantically around for an escape route. Her brown eyes wide in panic. Her eyes fell on her wand. She leapt across the room, clear over her desk, in a blind panic, sweat breaking out across her forehead, and transfigured herself into a flower pot near the window.

Emma stared at her in awe. What was she doing?

Just then the doorknob wiggled, and opened slightly. " Gabby, I want you to meet."

" Hey Fred." Emma said nervously.

" Hey Em." He said with a wave.

Meg frowned. " Where's Gabby?"

" Oh she went to copy something." Emma said with a smile.

" It's her first day, and she's actually working?" Fred asked.

Emma examined his face, and something was oddly familiar about it. Where had she seen that nose before, and those eyes? Then it struck her like a ton of bricks. He resembled Gabby. She raised a shocked hand to her mouth, before, recovering enough to say something.

" Yes, well don't you have something that you need to do?" Emma asked gesturing toward the door.

" Yes, actually we have to meet Harry, Hermione, and Ron for lunch, I'll be back in about an hour or two, tell Gabby to stop working so hard already." She grinned. " I like that girl, right down to business.Well, we best be off, tell all messages that I'll call them back."

" Of course." Emma said hurriedly, glancing at the flowerpot sitting on the ground by the window. With that the two left and Ginny changed back, red in the face, and collapsed on her chair exhaustedly.

Emma turned to regard her.

" So, what was that all about?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

Ginny just shook her head.

" What's Fred to you? I can see he's something, and by the looks of it I'd say that he's related, is he your cousin or something."

Ginny stared at her girl in front of her desk. How much to tell, how much to hide. She deserved to know something. Could she trust Emma?

Of course she could, and she would need help staying away from him, even if it meant staying away from Meg as well.

" I don't know what I should or should not tell you, but if I do, I have to have you promise me that you won't tell a soul, especially Meg, or Fred." She gulped. " If you do." Ginny drifted off.

" I promise, now spill, what just happened?" She collapsed into the chair in front of Ginny's small desk, and stared fixedly at the fidgeting Ginny.

" To start, my name's not Gabby Winston." She closed her eyes. She could feel Emma's eyes boring into the top of her head. " I ran away from England five years ago, I was responsible for one of my friend's deaths."

Emma gasped.

" Oh not like that, Voldemort put the imperious curse on me."

" Wait this sounds so familiar." Emma said holding up a hand. She turned her head to the side, a puzzled expression on her face as she tried to remember pieces of information that had escaped her.

Ginny snorted. " Just wait.So anyway I blamed myself for his death, and ran away, to get away from Voldemort. I didn't want to be a threat to anyone, which I knew that I was, considering, so I ran, ran all the way to America to be a muggle. I left my home, my family, and the love of my life." She sighed heavily. " Now, I'm being bombarded with memories. I'm at a loss of what to do." Ginny buried her head in her hands, and let a tear fall. " This is too much, I need to quit."

Emma's eyes widened. " Gabby."

" THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" Ginny shrieked.

" Well what is?" Emma said quietly, in a soothing voice, persuading her to continue.

" Do you promise not to tell anyone?" Ginny asked again.

" I promise." She said sincerely.

"All right." She took a deep breath, and looked at the woman across from her.

" My real name happens to be Virginia Weasley."

Emma's jaw dropped, as her eyes grew round.

" You're Ginny Weasley?"

" Shh." Ginny said waving her hands.

" Ginny, do you have any idea how much your family is looking for you?"

Ginny frowned. " Unfortunately yes."

Emma's eyes softened. " Don't you miss them?"

" Well yea, but I could never go back." She began to shuffle papers mindlessly on her desk.

" Wait a minute, wait just a minute, you're the woman that Harry Potter loves, Ginny! He's the man that defeated the dark lord, the infamous Harry Potter!." Her eyes were the size of saucers as she stared at Ginny.

Ginny blushed, and fidgeted.

" Do you love him back."

" OF COURES I LOVE HIM!"

" Than what are you doing?" Emma asked warmly.

" I DON'T KNOW." Ginny broke down again, resting her head in her folded arms. " THIS IS SO SCREWED UP!"

Emma just smiled, and patted her arm affectionately. " Well he's in town with Ron and Hermione, maybe.."

" No." Ginny said weakly. " I can't be apart of their lives anymore. I can't"

" Why not?"

" I'm afraid." Ginny looked up at Emma with watery brown eyes.

" Of what?" She asked warmly.

" Of what they'll say." She said miserably. " I mean I ran away, and haven't been seen for five years. I don't know." She ended defeated.

"You'll come up with something." She patted her arm, and stood up to leave.

"You won't tell anyone will you, especially Fred and Meg?" She pleaded with her eyes.

Emma shook her head 'no' and disappeared out the door.

WITH HARRY,RON, HERMIONE, FRED, AND MEG:

"Where do we start?" Asked Harry, as he glanced at the crowded street. The day was hot, with the sun burning down full intensity, and the height of the buildings blocked heat in, instead of out. He took a sip from his ice water, and looked at Ron, expecting answers.

" I don't know, I don't live here." Ron said with mock testiness. Harry frowned.

" I would say start at the American Ministry to look for a missing person."

Harry nodded. " Tomorrow, who's coming with me?"

Hermione looked up from her salad, and raised her hand.

" I will."

Harry grinned, while Ron frowned.

" Hermione! Your pregnant!"

" Yea, and you're a Weasley, thanks for pointing out the obvious." She said with a smirk.

" Should you be going?" He asked in an undertone.

" Ron, honestly, I'm not made of glass, and I've got two months before I'm even due to pop."

" Nice use of words, oh brilliant one." Ron smirked. Hermione frowned, but didn't broach the subject anymore.

" I'm going."

Ron just looked at her, ready to say something, but closed his mouth. She was stubborn, almost as stubborn as he was, but she was also pregnant, he cut her some slack.

The next morning, Harry, Hermione, and Ron apparated to American Ministry. They were going to see if there were any witches that had moved from Britain into New York. They had all kinds of records like this, what they weren't too sure about was if she'd changed her name, that wouldn't come up in anything at the ministry, that was a personal matter. Harry sincerely hoped that she hadn't changed her name.

Though a few minutes, they were sorely disappointed, all they had found out that about five years ago, a Ginny Weasley had entered the U.S. and was never heard from again. But they figured that if she was anywhere she was in New York City. Harry knew that it was her favorite American City. She liked the hustle and bustle of the American City streets. He didn't give up hope. He would never give up hope. He was determined that he would find her, and finally marry her, liked he'd planned years ago. He wasn't going to give up. Harry Potter does not give up!

And who knows, maybe luck, or would it be fate? That might be on his side.

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