Chapter 1

Ok, I've decided to take the amount of reviews I have as a 'yes, do a sequel.' Unfortunately, this one will take longer to be updated, because I'll have to write each chapter as I get to it. Time To Go Home was already mostly written, I just had to tweak it slightly. So you'll have to bear with me. Along with that, I've got some important dance esteadfords coming up, so I might take a while to update because of that too. I'll try to take no longer than two weeks getting each chapter out, but I can't make any promises. Now, the thanking for the reviews of chapter 5 of Time To Go Home. Thank you all. I love you to the ends of the world… but my Internet is temperamental, so I don't know quite who you are. If I can get on any time soon, I'll thank you properly in the next chapter.

14-year-old Kati Potter sat in front of her mirror in her bedroom, brushing her waist-length black curls. She winced, as her brush caught an exceptionally vicious knot. She turned her head slightly, as someone knocked at the door.

"Come in, Gwynny." She called. Her 11-year old flame haired, green-eyed little sister came in. Not to say that her little sister was little, tall, and thin, she was almost the same height as Ron, who was 5 ft. 9. She had a graceful way of moving, that she'd mainly developed through ballet, which had helped her clumsy co-ordination, which was due to the fact that she was almost entirely blind. Gwyneth Potter, named in honour of the time when Ginny, Kati and Ron had had to hide, had been born a full two-months early. Because it had been so unexpected, they had been too far away from a magical hospital, and so Gwynny had been born in a muggle hospital. Because of her early birth, she had needed to have emergency oxygen to keep her alive. Unfortunately, this had damaged her eyes beyond even magical repair. By the time she was 3, she had needed thick glasses to see even a centimeter in front of her face. This caused her to resemble her dad, even more so than Ron and Kati, who both had their mum's 20/20 vision. Her little sister smiled tentatively.

"Hi Kati-bee." She said in her soft voice. Her vision made her even shyer, because her self-esteem was so poor.

"Hiya, Gwynny. Whatsa matter?" Kati asked.

"Nothin' just sorta worried about school. 'Gina and Meredith have been telling me about it." She said, referring to two of their cousins, both members of Uncle Fred's brood.

"Oh, honey," She said, wrapping Gwynny in a hug, "Don't you worry about Georgina and Meredith Weasley's teasing, you know everything's gonna be fine. They'll love you at Hogwarts." Gwynny looked at her uncertainly.

"You sure?"

"I'm positive." Kati said. "And besides, Mum and Dad'll be there. Dad as Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher, and Mum as Charms. You did know that they took the jobs this year, didn't you?" To her surprise, Gwynny shook her head.

"No one tells me anything. They all think I'm too young, or that my bad eyesight has addled my brains." She said, and Kati knew it was true. Everyone in their family, the adults anyway, treated Gwynny like she needed to be handled with kid gloves. Just because she was born slightly early. Kati grimaced, remembering how scared she'd been that her little sister was going to die. As she'd grown, and her magical ability had, the effects that the intelligence charm had had on her and Ron had dissipated slightly. All that was left was Kati's ability to see the future, and a photographic memory. Ron had the ability to judge people, and he also had a photographic memory. For some reason, Gwynny also had a strange power. She could transmit, and receive feelings. She often knew when people were angry, or sad, or whatever, and could always cheer them up. Kati had a suspicion that her 'talent', as the Potter children liked to call these gifts, helped her to know where people, and things were, and helped with her innate grace.

"But didn't your Talent tell you they were lying?" Kati asked.

"I sensed that they were lying about some of the things, but that Potions Master…" Gwynny trailed off, shuddering.

"Ah, yes, Professor Snape. Don't worry, he hates all Gryffindors, and Potters especially. And because you look so much like Grandmother Lily, you'll probably be an even bigger target." Kati picked up her hairbrush, and winced, as once again, it caught on a knot. "Gwynny, would you mind?" She asked, referring to the amazing skill Gwynny had with hair. Her eyes, so bad at seeing things that weren't a 4 feet or so in front of her, seemed to make an exception for hair. And her fingers were so skilled, it wasn't very hard to believe they could create the beautiful beaded necklaces that both she and Kati sported.

"Sure, Kati-bee." Gwynny said. She set to work untangling Kati's awful hair, and, in a matter of minutes, accomplished what would have taken Kati hours. "There you go." She said, braiding Kati's long hair into a coronet.

"Thanks Gwynny." Kati said gratefully, and slipping her hand into the younger girl's, they headed down to breakfast.

~*~

Ginny looked up as her two youngest entered.

"Hi, Honeybee, hi Elf." She said enthusiastically, waving a letter in the air. "I just got an Owl from Grandma. She wants us all to go over to The Burrow tonight, to participate in a back to school dinner. You feel up to it, Elf?"

"Of course, Mum. I'm not a baby, and I'm not made of spun glass." Gwynny said with a scowl.

"Of course not, Elf." Ginny said soothingly, "I just wanted to make sure you were up to it."

"Well stop it." Gwynny said, and, scowling, stomped out. Ginny tutted, and shook her head, "Hormones." She sighed.

"I don't think so, Mum." Kati said, surprising Ginny.

"What do you mean, Honeybee?" Ginny asked.

"She's getting really sick of being treated like a porcelain doll. She might try to prove she's not, and that could be dangerous. I think she inherited more than her share of the Potter intelligence, and the Weasley temper. If you don't let up, she could hurt herself… or someone else."

"Impossible, she's only 11." Ginny said.

"And she's got amazing magical ability, you know that Mum. Dad was almost a Slytherin, and I'm afraid Gwynny's more like him than me or Ron." Ginny shook her head,

"If you're so sure, I'll let up, and so will Harry. With your knack, you may well be right. God knows, there's enough evil in the world, without Harry and I inadvertently causing more. I know what it's like to be babied to the point of distraction, and I almost felt like going evil to spite Ron more than once. I'll take your advice, this time." Ginny said, emphasising the last two words.

"Yes Mum." Kati agreed, in a voice that said, 'Don't you always?'

"Good. Now, here's your pancakes, and some blueberry muffins for Gwynny. Go find that runaway sister of yours." Ginny said, shooing her away playfully.

"Ok Mummyfuls." Kati said, just as playfully, and bent over to give Ginny a kiss on the cheek. She looked at her seriously for a moment. "I love you." She said intensely, "More than you'll ever know."

"And I love you too, Honeybee. You, Gwynny and Ron are my life." Ginny replied, just as seriously. Kati left, and Harry walked in from the kitchen, where he'd been blatantly eavesdropping.

"What about me?" He protested, "Aren't I your life too?"

"You're everything." Ginny replied, kissing him softly. "My life, my death, my happiness, my sadness, and everything in between."

"As are you to me, Ginny, as are you to me." Harry replied, just as gravely. He kissed her, sliding his fingers into her shoulder-blade length hair. She sighed, and opened her mouth. He tasted of coffee, raspberry jam, and something rich, and potent that was uniquely Harry. She ended the kiss slowly, and smiled up at him.

"I don't suppose we could go to bed for another half a day or so?" She asked playfully.

"Ron's out with Fred, George and Ron Sr. We can stay in bed all day." Harry replied. Ginny groaned.

"Not that that doesn't thrill me, but we're going to have to do some serious damage control." She complained.

"Exactly, we." Harry said. Ginny knew he'd never forgiven himself for not being there the first three years of their twins' lives.

"Harry, it wasn't your fault." Ginny said softly.

"I know." Harry said, pushing a hand through his hair, "But I still feel guilty."

"Well, you can make it all up to me by accompanying me upstairs, so we can renew our acquaintance." Ginny said in a seductive tone. Harry grabbed her hand, and dragged her upstairs.

~Preview of chapter 2~

"How do you know she'll be a Gryffindor?" Danniella Weasley, the eldest of Uncle Ron's brood asked. Ron, Mere and Gina all looked horrified.

"Of course she'll be a Gryffindor!" Ron exclaimed. "She's a Potter!"

"And a Weasley!" The twins added.

"Ah, but not all the Potters are straight and true Gryffindors, or didn'tcha realise that? Uncle Harry was going to be a Slytherin, the Sorting Hat said so." Danniella said, smirking. "Oh well, ta ta." She began to walk off, carrying a thick book.