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Chapter 2

Harry Potter woke up on Monday morning, 21st of June, to an owl tapping on his window. Now, that in itself wasn't so remarkable, since the defeat of Voldemort 3 years ago, he was often awoken by Owls. Grumbling, he got out of bed, and stumbled over to the window, pushing his glasses up his nose. He took the letter, and read it sleepily. It didn't take long, being only one line long. He was at once wide-awake, and he reread it, just to be sure.

'Dear Harry,

We found her.

Susan Bones.'

Alright, Susan." He muttered. Quickly, he wrote a reply.

'Susan,

Info, now.

Harry'

While he waited anxiously for the owl to return he went about his usual morning ritual. Shower, Brush hair, Give up on hair, Make breakfast, Swear at wand, Eat burnt toast, Make muggle coffee, Sigh in relief as caffeine enters system. By the time he was ready to read the Daily Prophet, the owl was back. He opened the letter eagerly.

'Harry,

She's living in NSW, Australia. She goes by the name of Gwyneth Wesley, Gwyn for short. Her apartment number is 1/14 Wood Drive, Erina. Go see her. I'm not your slave. She should be home from 6:30 a.m. your time until 10:30 p.m. your time, when she leaves for work.

Susan'

Harry chuckled, and checked his watch. 7:40. She'll be there. Ginny Weasley, it's time you came home. But first, I'll go there as a dog, and then I can check things out. He grabbed some parchment, and began to write.

'Minerva, Albus,

I'm going to be gone for a few days on 'research'. Tell Snape he can take over my classes, and that the notes are on my desk. Also, tell him No Homework.

Professor Potter (Harry)'

Then,

'Dear Molly,

I'm sorry, I won't be able to make it for dinner tomorrow night after all. I'm going to be out of town. Please accept my most humble apologies.

Love, Harry.'

He sent them both off with Hedwig, and, moments later, apparated away. His telephone rang, echoing through the empty penthouse.

~@~@~@~@~

Gwyn was walking home, when she heard a piteous whining sound. She turned to look, and saw a pitiful looking golden retriever, with a thorn stuck in its paw. It looked at her with big green eyes. That's odd. She thought. Dogs don't usually have green eyes. All thoughts were driven from her mind, as the dog whimpered.

"Oh, you poor thing." She said, and, thanking her lucky stars that she had kids therefore was often lugging around forty or so kilos, she bent down, and picked the dog up. "It's a good thing my flat's near by." She told it. "I don't know how long I could carry you."

~@~@~@~@~

Harry tried not to shiver at the feeling of her hands on him. He was a dog, after all. He did, however, allow his tail to wag incessantly. She was exactly the way he remembered her. Except for her hair. He had loved her long, curly hair. Now it was chin-length, and dead straight. She opened the door, and carried him into the apartment.

"I'm home." She yelled, and he frowned inwardly. Who could she be talking to?

"Mummy!" A little girl's voice yelled. There was the pattering of feet, and two 3-year-olds came running out, followed by a very handsome man. Harry growled at the man, who kissed his Ginny on the cheek.

"Relax, Griff." She chided him. "This is my son and daughter's babysitter, Brian Newton."

"Maybe he smells my cat." Brian said.

"Maybe. Say, how's your boyfriend?" Ginny asked.

"Great. Which reminds me, I've got to go. It's our second anniversary."

"Congratulations. Bye." She pushed him out.

"Mummy, who's the dog?" The little girl asked.

"This, Kati, is a stray dog, Griff."

"Cool! Is he an attack dog?" The boy asked.

"No, Ron, he's not." Ginny said, ruffling the little boy's red hair. Definitely a Weasley. Harry thought in amusement. He looked at the girl, who was regarding him suspiciously, and almost fell off the chair. Her eyes! They were the brightest green he'd ever seen, as bright as his. And her hair… it was as black as his own.

"Mummy, you promised you would tell me about you and Daddy." Kati said. Harry pricked up his ears; this was definitely worth hearing. Ginny laughed.

"I did, didn't I." She said. "Ok, a long time ago, when I was a little girl of 10,"

"That must have been a really long time ago." Ron interrupted to say. Ginny laughed again,

"Not so long, Dragon, only 10 years."

"See, I told you." Ron said in triumph.

"Yes, dear. So, it all started when I was 10. My big brother, Ron, you were named after him, Dragon, was starting at high school—" Harry let the words wash over him, sure now that Gwyn Wesley was Ginny Weasley. He wasn't really listening anymore; he just loved the sound of her voice. "Now." Harry was drawn back to the present by Ginny clapping her hands. "It's time for baths, dinner, stories and bed."

"Aw, Mum." The twins, for Harry was sure they were, whined.

"No buts. I made corned silver side, peas, boiled potatoes in their jackets, and." She paused dramatically, "Nice, juicy corn on the cob. Oh, and chocolate cake for dessert."

"Yay!" Kati exclaimed. Harry wondered why. The Ginny he remembered was a terrible cook. Always had been.

"Yes, yay." Ginny said, laughing again. "So, I think it's time for my Honeybee, and my Dragon to have their baths." She pinched each child on their plump cheeks. Harry followed them into the bathroom, and was rewarded by being splashed repeatedly. Finally Ginny judged them clean, and got them out. Harry breathed in the sweet scent of rose bath bubbles, and watched, as Ginny sent Ron into the lounge/playroom to watch TV, while she spent some quality time with Kati; brushing her hair, and talking about dolls with her. Suddenly, Kati asked a very interesting question.

"Mummy, do you have a mummy and a daddy?" Ginny stopped brushing her hair for a minute.

"Yes, Honeybee." She replied carefully.

"Does Daddy have a mummy and a daddy?"

"No sweetie. His mummy and daddy are in heaven, just like Daddy." Harry sat up, what did she mean?

"How did Daddy die, Mummy?"

"Your Daddy and I were fighting a war just after I left school." Harry felt the memory take him over.

Harry stood in front of Voldemort, trying to keep the curse going. It was no use. He turned to Ginny.

"I can't kill him, Gin!" He yelled. "We're gonna need to do it." She nodded. Only they knew what 'it' was. They had melded souls, and they were going to share them magic for the big finale. The one that would either make their lives… or break them.

"Ok, Harry." She yelled back. "Let's do it." They began to chant, and the gold and silver light surrounded them. He felt his eyes change colour, one of them staying green, the other one turning brown. She knew Ginny's had done the same. "Kantarshrack Benigngath!" He yelled, finishing the chant. Voldemort howled, as the light filled him, and imploded, burning him to ashes. The last words he said before plunging into darkness were;

"Ginny Weasley, I love you!"

The next morning when he woke up, she was gone.

"But when I woke up, he was no where to be found, so I left. I couldn't live there, day after day, seeing the things I'd seen with him, doing the things I'd done with him, And then I found out I was pregnant with you and Ron," She gave Kati a hug. "My little miracles. Now, I got a call from the nursery school today. They said they found you and Ron locked in the attic again. Care to tell me why and how?"

"Ron and I wanted some peace and quiet. Malcolm Dan was teasing me about my eyes again. He called me a witch." Kati said, starting to cry.

"But honey, I still don't get how you got into the attic in the first place. The teachers all swear that it was locked, and Mrs. Hutchinson is the only one with the key." Harry knew how, magic. But he didn't think he'd ever heard of someone doing it at so young an age. Kati shook her head.

"It wasn't, Mummy. It never is when I go there. I always go there when I get upset, otherwise Ron gets mad. He, he, he called Malcolm a poopyhead." Her eyes were wide, and she was obviously amazed at her brother's daring. "He said it in front of the teacher, too. Then he ran after me. He had no problems getting in, so how could the door have been locked?" Ginny nodded,

"How indeed, sweetheart, how indeed. Honeybee," She paused, "I think it's time I told you something."