Chapter 1
It had been four days since Harry returned from the resurrection of Voldemort. She had been watching Harry; no one had even known she was there. She had listened to him when he slept.
Everyone finally cleared out of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey checked over Harry one last time, and retired to her room. Ginny watched all this from her spot in the shadows. Harry rolled over and soft sobs escaped from him. She moved forward slowly, her heart shattered watching him collapse in front of her. She screwed up her resolve and touched his hand.
"G..Ginny?" his eyes were wet, tears still falling from those lovely emerald eyes. "Wh… What are you doing here?"
"Comforting you." Was all she had to say. His head fell to her shoulder, his tears soaked her robes. His sobs wracked his body. How long they stayed like that neither of them could say, not then, not years later.
Ginny slid onto the bed, her forehead resting against his. They talked until dawn, tears shed regularly from each pair of eyes. They emptied their souls, and filled from each other's emotions, and from each others souls. At some point during the night, their lips met for the first time, it made Ginny feel complete, it made Harry feel like the world was more in control, less in the hands of Voldemort. His heart fused with hers, and by day break they had become of one soul.
Dumbledore opened the door to the hospital wing to see the two embracing lovingly, and was shocked to see how they looked as if great healing had taken place in both of them. He cleared his throat and moved closer. They turned to him, neither embarrassed, neither wavering in voice or eye contact.
"Well, I see you are looking better Mr. Potter, and Ms. Weasley." He noted; a warm, knowing smile and winked at the two of them. "However, I think it would be most prudent for you two to place a bit more space between you two before the rest of Harry's well-wishers come to see him."
"Professor, I'd prefer it if…" Harry's eyes could not seem to want to leave Ginny, but they flicked to Dumbledore's face occasionally. "I'd prefer it if Ginny could stay."
"How much does she know Harry?" His voice was gentle, but a worried undertone was there.
"She knows everything I know Professor. I told her everything." Harry's grasp on her hand had not lessened. "And I will continue to tell her everything." The determination in his voice was echoed in his eyes. Ginny was shocked to see the fire there.
"Very well Harry." Dumbledore stated finally. "Very well."
He summoned a chair beside the bed, and they were sitting there talking when Ron and Hermione burst into the room. "Professor Dumbledore" they shouted almost as one. "Ginny is…."
"Right here" Dumbledore finished for them. "She has been here all night if I guess properly by your reaction of not seeing here since last night."
The two friends stood gaping at Harry and Ginny. "Well, now that you four are here." He stood and the chair vanished. "You should all come with me now."
He headed for the door. The four followed him out and into the halls of Hogwarts. They continued through corridors until they were standing at the entrance to Dumbledore's office. They went up the staircase to the office.
Sirius was the first to note them, and he rushed to Harry, worry evident in his eyes and his face. They talked in whispers for a minute, Ginny listening, and interjecting occasionally. Ron looked at Ginny, something was different, not just the obvious lack of distance, and physical contact, but something in her demeanor. She looked, older, and far more confident.
"Ginny, can I have a word?" Ron asked.
She turned her head. "Not now Ron."
Dumbledore took a seat at his desk. "I hate to rush things Sirius, but we must talk now."
Sirius stood and moved to a chair near the fire, Harry and Ginny occupied a chair near him. Ron and Hermione sat next to them, and then they took notice of the rest of the occupants of the room.
"Mrs. Figg!" Harry said with a start. "Wha.."
"Arabella was one of the protections you had at Privet Drive Harry. She's an Auror Harry." Harry paled.
"I - I'm sorry Mrs. Figg." He said finally.
"For what dear boy?" she asked. A look of confusion slid over her eyes.
"For not doing this sooner." He moved to her, and hugged her. Harry held her close for a moment, while Ginny stayed at his side.
Arabella Figg stood there amazed and a tear slid from her eye. "Harry, you have nothing to be sorry for dear. I knew what I was doing then, don't worry dear."
The door to the office opened again. Two more people entered, one was Severous Snape, the other much to Harry's dismay, was Amos Diggory.
"Well, if it isn't Potter's fan club." Snape quipped.
"Snape you loathsome git, back off of Harry, and his friends or I'll make you pay dearly." Black glared at Snape. Severous quelled for a moment, but regained his composure.
"My apologies then, Mr. Potter." He sat in a chair close to Dumbledore's desk. "Can we get on with this Headmaster?"
Two hours later, Harry could tell things were far worse outside Hogwarts then they had been led to believe. The conversation droned on and on, and a lot of questions were asked of Harry, surprising not only herself, but everyone else other than Harry, Ginny answered a fair number of the questions.
Once the meeting was over, Dumbledore asked them all to prepare themselves for the oncoming war. To Harry and his friends he explained that all would have to appear as normal. Harry would need to go back to the Dursley's, at least for a while, much to the vehement objections from the Weasleys and Harry.
It was time for lives to continue as normal. The students went to the final feast and the now infamous speech by Dumbledore.
That night, Harry wrote in a small black journal. It contained simply a name and a date. Engraved on the face of the journal was the phrase "You Will Not Be Forgotten". The first page had a single entry:
"You owe the world so much Tom. This book will be a ledger of all the people you murdered while I hunt you down. You will never be allowed to go free of this debt. I will find you and the scum that follow you and extract this debt from your hides. This I promise on the memory of Cedric Diggory.
Harry James Potter"
(I'll try not to interject into the story too much. The original journal was lost at some point during the war. It was then that Harry carved the same phrase, and the names into the face of Memorial Rock. It still stands to this day on the grounds of Hogwarts. Every student now passes before it on their way to Hogwarts as they come onto the grounds. – Ginny)
They separated in King's Cross, Harry looked at his friends. "I'll see you soon. I'll see you as soon as I am able to. As soon as Dumbledore allows it."