A/N: First of all, I want to thank every single person who has reviewed. I have never felt so loved in my life!! I love you all!! **Blows kisses**

Plot twist half answered in this chapter!!

A/N2: Second, thank you to reviewers of chapter 6.

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The next day, James woke up later than he had planned. He quickly took a shower and thought about apperating. Until he realized that everyone would be on him like a pack of wolves. So he resigned on being late. 'At least I don't have a lot to do today,' he thought.

He arrived at his cousin's house a little after nine and started work immediately. Even though he knew he didn't have a lot to do, he was still amazed when he finished at one.

"Well, now what?" James asked himself. He called Dudley to tell him that he had finished and would be starting his parents house the next day. After that, he sat in his car wondering what he could do for the rest of the afternoon. In the end, he drove back to his office and decided just to design rooms for no particular reason.

He was half way finished with a room inspired by Ancient Egypt (which he thought Bill would love) when there was a knock on his door.

"Come in," he said without even looking up.

"James, there are some people here to see you," Maybelle said without opening the door.

"So, let them in." James still didn't look up. He was on a roll. Plus, he was trying to ignore the feeling that something was a little off.

The door opened to admit four people. "Did you die your hair last night?"

"What?" asked James as he looked up to see Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Sirius sitting in front of him.

"Did you die your hair last night? It looks a little darker than it did last night," Hermione asked again.

James looked over at the mirror and almost cursed out loud. His glamour charm was wearing off. He would have remembered to reapply it this morning, but he was running late. "It must be the lighting. What can I help you guys with?"

"We want you do design our kids rooms. We love the rooms you did last night and you seem to have a thing for designing rooms for children. What do you say?" asked Hermione.

"Right now I have two houses that I am working on and the rules of the company say that I can only be working with two clients at a time. I can design the rooms for you, but I cannot help you in putting them together right now," stated James.

"Oh, we're not in a hurry, we were just wondering if you could do it for us at a later date. We have too much on our plates right now to worry about it. My sister is coming home in a few months so we have to help her and get everything ready," retorted Ron.

"Your sister?" asked James. 'Ginny's coming back? She left?'

"Yeah, I have a younger sister named Ginny who has been living in the states for the past six years. Her and her kids are coming back for good in two months."

"Kids?" James couldn't help but say.

"Yeah, that's who those rooms you designed last night are for. What are their names again, hun?" Ron asked his wife.

"Honestly Ron. You can't remember your own niece and nephew's names!"

"I've only heard them once!"

Beside the arguing couple, Remus and Sirius rolled their eyes.

"Their names are Dylan and Nicole," Remus said, effectively putting a stop to the argument before it could get any worse.

The second James heard that, his heart stopped. 'It can't be. Coincidence. After all, there must be loads of kids with those names.'

'But how many are six year old twins?'

Before he could stop himself, James found himself asking, "Where in the states have they been living?"

"Actually, the same place as you. Portland, Oregon," answered Ron.

Hermione was the only one to notice when James stopped breathing. She was determined to get to the bottom of this without these 'men' around.

"Well, we really should be going. I'll meet you guys back at Mutts?" asked Hermione.

"Where are you going?" asked her husband.

"I want to talk to James for a little more while. Don't worry about me. And put James and Aubrey down for their naps."

"Yes ma'am," smirked Ron before he leaned over to give Hermione a kiss. The three men left and Hermione turned to James who was currently banging his head against his desk muttering incoherently.

"Is there something wrong?" Hermione asked sweetly.

Another bang of the head.

"James?" She was getting a little worried now. Why exactly would he be banging his head over the news that Ginny was coming back?

"James?"

He looked up and Hermione swore that his eyes were green for a second. "My life is falling apart before my eyes," he said before he resumed banging his head against the desk.

"What happened?"

James looked up again. This time there was no doubt that his eyes were green.

"Uh, James? Your eyes are green."

James looked over at the mirror and said, "Huh, so they are. Hermione, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What do you think of what happened to Voldermort?"

"I think he deserved it."

"You think he deserved to get cut to shreds?" James asked a little disbelieving.

"Of course. If Harry hadn't done it, I know many other wizards who would have." Hermione's eyes went wide as she just realized something. "That must be why he left! He thought we couldn't accept what he did! Oh Harry." She then put her head in her hands and started to cry softly.

James watched in amazement before he went and sat next to his best friend. He put his arms around her and said, "He just couldn't let everyone's hope die. He wanted everyone to live with the good memories of him."

Hermione looked up to see the green eyes of the man she hadn't seen in six years. "Harry?"

She received a smile as an answer. "I'm through hiding. Well, not really. I don't think I really want anyone else to know yet. And I have to ask someone a question."

"Is that really you Harry?" asked a still disbelieving Hermione.

"Its me, Herm. Can I ask you to keep it a secret until next weekend?"

"How can you ask that of me? It's been six years!" shrieked the pregnant witch.

"Then another week and a half won't make much of a difference," Harry calmly said.

Hermione just gaped like a fish.

"Please Hermione. I might bring you back a present," he bribed.

"Fine. But you had better tell them next weekend."

"I plan on it. I'll be back Sunday evening. See if you can gather them at Siri's?"

"I'll try." She then gave Harry a huge hug. "Its good to have you back. We've missed you."

"I'll be back. And now I can't hide anymore. You had better go before they start to wonder."

"See you next weekend," Hermione said as she left.

As soon as she left, Harry crossed to his desk and started to write another letter to Lois.

"Lois, I have a few questions to ask you. First of all, do you think you can be ready to move to England when I come back next weekend? I ran into your family and I told them I'd do what I could to convince you to come back early. And you know me; I'm a man of my word. Plus the fact that I really miss you guys.

"For the next question, I'll give you a little time to answer. I'll ask you again when I see you in person. Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?

"And now you're wondering how I know who you are. Well, I'm a genus. Now that you're finished laughing, I actually did put all the pieces together on my own. I've loved you for years, but I thought that it would be cheating you, well, you. So I did nothing. But I'm tired of hiding and I want the life I would have had if I had been the Gryffindor that I am six years ago. I only realized what I was missing out on coming back here.

"Ginny, I don't know why you left, but it really was fate that you moved in right across the hall. We are destined to be together forever, but if you don't see it that way, then I guess that I will move on. (But the fact that you haven't had a date in the six years you've been Lois is going to make it hard for me to give you up.)

"Forever Love, Harry James Evans Potter."

When he finished putting the letter in an envelope, he was surprised to find an owl sitting on his desk.

"Pig! I haven't seen you in years," Harry told the still hyperactive little owl. "Are you up for a long flight?" The little owl just twittered happily. He quickly tied the letter to Pig's leg. "I'm going to send you as close as I can to where you have to go, but you still have to fly a while? Can you take this to Lois Westly? Or better known as Ginny? You remember Ginny don't you Pig?" If it was possible, the owl seemed happier. With a smile, Harry said the spell and Pig was somewhere in the woods around Portland.

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"Sirius, what do you think of what Harry did to Voldermort?" asked Hermione as she walked into the kitchen.

"What do you mean, 'what do you think of what Harry did to Voldermort?' There was nothing wrong with what he did," Sirius replied as he placed a plate of what looked like mashed chocolate cake in front of James.

"Are you giving my son chocolate cake for lunch?"

"Uh, no." Hermione gave him a glare that reminded him of what McGonagall did when the Maurders where trying to lie and didn't really succeed. "He just ate a banana."

"Ron,"

"Yes darling?"

"Did he just have a banana?"

Ron looked up from feeding Aubrey. "That could have been what hit the back of my head. Siri, can you give him something a little healthier to go with the cake?"

"Wow. Ron, I'm impressed," Remus said as he added a few grapes and crackers to the plate.

"Well, one of the first things I learned with Hermione is that desert really does come after you eat your meal." They all laughed.

Hermione turned back to Sirius. "So you're not upset with the fact that your godson, who was nineteen at the time, basically cut a man to shreds?"

Ron, Remus, and Sirius gave her strange looks. "Herm, where's this coming from?"

"Well, you know how we've been looking for Harry for six years now. We never did figure out why he left. I've been thinking about it and I think that he might think that we would turn our backs on him because of what he did. That this wizarding world would loose hope in him because he does have a dark side."

"That makes sense. But he should have realized that we would never turn our backs on him. Wouldn't he have?"

"Well, why else would he have left?"

There was silence.

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Meanwhile, six thousand [I think that's right, if I'm wrong, somebody please tell me!!] miles away, two six-year-old twins were currently sneaking into their mother's room.

"Mommy! Time to wake up!" they yelled as the jumped on the bed.

"Nicole, Dylan, what did I tell you about waking me up?"

"We can only wake you up before nine on the weekends if there is someone at the door, on the phone, there is a disaster, or one of us is bleeding. Or James wants to see you," answered Nicole in an exasperated monotone voice like she had recited the same speech every weekend. Which she had.

Ginny blushed at the last sentence. She really missed James. She had just gotten a letter from him, but it wasn't the same. "So then what are you doing waking me up at," she turned and looked at the clock on her nightstand, "eight thirty."

"An owl flew through my window and woke me up. We've tried to get it back outside, but he's almost like Nick," answered Dylan. Nick lived down the hall and couldn't seem to sit still.

"Owl?" asked Ginny was the said owl flew into her room and finally settled on her bed. "Oh. That owl." It was then that she noticed the letter tied to his leg and that the owl had a very strong resemblance to Pig, her brother's owl. 'Has something bad happened?' was all she could seem to think. She untied the letter and was surprised to see James' handwriting on the envelope.

When she finished writing the letter, she was beyond shocked. A huge earthquake could come along and level the building and it would be questionable whether she would notice.

"Dylan, Nicole. Get ready to go out. We're going to London for a few days."