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Chapter 8 The Glow Family

"Do you think they will ever forgive us for this?" Harry asked as he stirred his Firebolt away over the same treetops Hedwig had flown over earlier that morning.

"It doesn't really matter does it?" Ginny asked grimly, readjusting the cloak slightly so that it wouldn't slip off, "Go more to the left, you are going to far east."

For the first time Harry used the broom compass Hermione got him a few birthdays ago though he couldn't see it because of Ginny's red hair.

"That's better," Ginny said as he slowly turned a little left.

The sun rose in the horizon illuminating the country below, they flow in silence staring at it. Ginny shivered slightly from the cool air and Harry pulled her closer. It was very nice sitting close to Ginny watching the sunrise, knowing everything was new from this morning. Despite the fact that he left most of his old life behind he couldn't be happier, he knew he should feel guilty about betraying Ron and Hermione but he didn't. Nobody could blame him for following his heart and starting a family. He leaned his head on Ginny's shoulder peacefully He knew they had a long way to go before they could find their place and settle down but at the moment it was very hard to worry about anything.

So suddenly that he did not even react, his scar started burning badly. His entire head felt as if it would burst open. Voldemort had somehow found out that number four Privet Drive had burned down already and was wondering if he had survived. Harry knew what to do. He had to hide all his emotions. It wasn't very difficult, he was pleased in all ways imaginable, he had complete control of his mind and feelings. He could even feel Voldemort's confusion when he couldn't get anything from Harry's mind and then as suddenly as it had started the pain in his scar vanished.

"Harry, are you listening to me?" Ginny asked prodding his head with her shoulder to make him pay attention. Harry startled as he returned to reality, the broom shivered and Ginny grabbed hold on the broom handle.

"ary?" Ginny asked in a muffled voice, she had put the invisibility cloak between her teeth to make sure it didn't slip off. Harry opened his mouth to reply but as he did so, his scar throbbed worse then ever.

Harry gasped as Voldemort more forcefully then before attacked his mind with every possible emotion imaginable, trying to force Harry to feel any kind of emotion in return. Harry breathed calmly even though fighting the attack on his mind took every bit of strength he could muster. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his mind closed forever but Voldemort wouldn't be able to keep up his attack forever either. It wasn't easy but Ginny was right Voldemort had the weaker side of the connection and now that Harry had practised Occlumency Voldemort had to end his attack before Harry even gave away the shadow of an emotion.

"Harry… Harry please say something," Ginny's voice snapped him back to reality once more, "Is it your scar? Harry please… I can't do this."

Harry slowly became aware that he was still on his broom. It was practically a miracle that he hadn't slipped off the broom but then again flying came as natural to him as walking.

"Harry, please…" Ginny pleaded desperately.

"It's all right Gin," Harry replied as he came back to his senses enough to answer her. "It was Voldemort, but he is too weak he couldn't feel me."

Harry wouldn't have known Ginny was crying had he not had such a firm grip around her stomach and could feel her shuddering breaths.

He kissed her neck softly, "It's okay Gin, we'll soon have our place were nothing can hurt us."

"Can you hold the broom again; I think the cloak might slip." Ginny said bravely, trying to calm herself.

"You are the bravest person I know Ginny," Harry said and took control of the broom again.

Ginny giggled, "I believe your judgment may be clouded Mr Potter."

"Why would my judgment be clouded?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Because you love me," Ginny said sweetly. Harry had read about pregnancy sometimes causes the woman to have abrupt mood changes but he had never noticed it in Ginny before.

"So what, you love me too," Harry replied teasingly.

"You know we are too young for this?" Ginny asked seriously.

"In a way perhaps, but if we really had been too young we wouldn't do this, we might have tried to hide it and then been forced to give our baby away." Harry said thoughtfully, the outskirts of London now passing quickly by far below them.

They flew in silence watching people far below going to work or school knowing their life wouldn't be like that in a long time, if ever. It wasn't really sad it just felt a little bit unreal what they had done together, it would take some time to get used too.

"There's the leaky cauldron," Ginny said softly and Harry corrected their course slightly. They landed in a deserted muggle alley a block away from the entrance to Diagon alley since it was impossible to fly all the way in.

Ginny wore one of Harry's old Hogwarts cloak low over her face so that no one would recognize her. Harry made sure that none of her red hair was showing one last time before Ginny stepped out from the invisibility cloak.

"We have to find a more comfortable position tonight," whispered Ginny, stretching her back gingerly.

"Eager are we darling?" Harry teased.

"Do you need to ask?" Ginny replied, "Are you sure no one will recognize me?"

Ginny spun around quickly as if daring the cloak to fall off.

"No one will suspect a thing," Harry said, "What about me?"

"Nothing…" Ginny said staring at the spot she thought he was standing, or at least Harry thought she was, he couldn't see her eyes. "Just mind your steps and we'll be fine… we have until the leaky cauldron to practise."

The leaky cauldron was almost empty at the early morning hour, there were only a few very tired looking wizards eating breakfast and reading the daily prophet. Tom the keeper somehow seemed to be awake every hour of the day and was busy cleaning tables. No one paid much attention to Ginny; it wasn't that unusual in the wizarding world after all that people didn't show their faces.

Ginny went strait through the pub and out to the brick wall. With a quick tap of her wand, it opened.

"Still there?" She whispered.

"Right behind you," Harry whispered back and Ginny entered Diagon Alley walking resolutely towards Gringotts. None of the shops had opened yet and Diagon Alley was empty. Only a few owls flew around delivering the daily prophet.

Goblins business philosophy differed from that of human when it came to working hours. The couple arrived at Gringotts just as the goblins opened the doors for the day. Ginny entered and Harry followed her as closely as possible under his cloak. The bank was empty except for them, the goblins and some owls.

Ginny walked resolutely up to one of the goblins.

"Yes," Asked the goblin.

"I would like to open a new account," Ginny croaked, distorting her voice to unrecognisable; she was very good at it.

"And what kind of account would that be?" The goblin asked.

"I would like to have an international private account." Ginny croaked even better then last time.

"We charge five Galleons a year for an international account and another five for keeping it private plus an opening fee of ten Galleons." The Goblin said looking expectantly down at Ginny from his high chair.

"That is acceptable," croaked Ginny, "I don't want any records of any transfers."

"Of course, in what name would you like the account?" The Goblin asked, happily earning the first money of the day.

"Glow," Ginny croaked at once.

"New international private account, name Glow," The goblin muttered, writing it down, "Date…"

"No date," Ginny interrupted the goblin.

"That is illegal," The goblin said smiling widely.

Ginny didn't reply.

"But it can be arranged, for a price."

"What about a fifty Galleons for no records whatsoever?" Ginny asked, Harry had no idea where she got this from they had never discussed anything like this.

"A hundred Galleons," The goblin prompted.

"Include the first year's payment and the opening fee?"

"Accepted," The goblin said, "An international private account without any records for a hundred Galleons and ten Galleons every year starting next, in the name Glow."

Ginny nodded.

"I will have your key made at once… Snarerope!" The goblin called, "One key to an international account!"

A goblin down the hall nodded and left through a door at the far side of the room.

"While you make the key," Ginny croaked silently to the goblin, "Transfer the money from Mr Potter's safe to it."

"I can't do that without Mr Potter's key and approval," Said the goblin. Ginny handed the goblin an envelop containing the key and a letter written by Harry giving permission for the transfer.

"Withdraw 500 Galleons exchange half of it to muggle money and put it in a bag." They had agreed on taking out as much money as possible at once so that they wouldn't need to find another bank anytime soon.

"As you wish, Glow," The goblin said. "13642 Galleons, 9 Sickles and 17 Knuts will be transferred from Mr Potter's safe to your account. Do you wish to pay your, um… fee with that money as well?"

Ginny nodded.

A few moments later the goblin called Snarerope returned with a gleaming silver key in a nice silver chain. Ginny needed to sign a paper to seal the deal and so that the goblins would recognize Ginny's hand writing. Ginny simply wrote 'Glow', they had decided that they would go under that name.

"Only Knockturn Alley left," Ginny said on her way out of the bank with a heavy bag full of money in her pocket.

"Yeah," Harry agreed when no one could possibly over hear them, "That was brilliant!"

"Mmm," Ginny said proudly in a discreet sort of way, "You would have done the same thing had you lived with Fred and George."

"Why blame the twins? As far as know you could be the one with bad influence over them," Harry teased silently.

"Play nicely P… Glow or I'll name the baby," Ginny repeated her new favourite threat.

"Remember who buys the ring," Harry retorted.

"Ha!" Ginny said as loudly as she dared, they were now entering Knockturn Alley. "I don't need you anymore I got all your money now!"

"But you can't marry yourself can you?"

Ginny didn't reply as a horrible looking witch in much too much make up walked passed them in the opposite direction.

Harry and Ginny didn't have any real clue of where to go, the only thing they knew for sure was that it was not hard to unlock your wands.

Ginny sighted a mouldy looking old pub down the Alley that was open and walked towards it Harry followed her. They passed dark little creepy looking shops that with horrible signs saying things like 'Fresh skin, guaranteed not muggle' or 'Obliviate! What you need to do'.

The pub was not empty even though the early morning hour. Several pale wizards sat in a dark corner of the pub and a witch judging by her hair was sleeping face down on a table. A man in his late forties with a huge red face stood scrubbing a glass behind the counter, Ginny walked resolutely up to him.

"We are out of whiskey," The barkeeper said rudely.

"I am not here for whiskey," croaked Ginny taken a step closer to the man and made sure that the barkeeper could hear the money in her pocked, "I want information."

"And what kind of information may that be?" The barkeeper asked lowering his voice.

"I have in my possession two perfectly good wands…"

"I see," The older man interrupted glancing over his other guests in mistrust, "Is it only wands or do you need to hide your signature as well."

Harry had no idea what he meant with signatures and he knew Ginny didn't either.

"Escapee are we?" The barkeeper said taking Ginny's hesitation as if she didn't want to admit it, "I won't tell anyone and I'll help you… if you got the gold."

"And what guarantees do I have?" Ginny asked suspiciously.

"I have been working here for twenty years and I am not leaving soon," the barkeeper said, "of course that also means I require a bigger compensation for not reporting fugitives."

"And what kind of help can you offer?" Ginny croaked.

"Means to unlock your two wands and hide efficiently," The barkeeper replied, "but I want fifty Galleons and you will have to do the work yourself."

"If I am not pleased I will be back," Ginny said as she scoped a hand full of Galleons from her pocket.

The barkeeper smiled widely showing several gold teeth, "You won't be disappointed… Accio book!"

An old looking book flew through a veil behind the bar and landed with a thump in front of Ginny.

"How to hide completely by Damien Wimp?" Ginny asked as she picked the book up, the barkeeper looked curiously at her young female hand.

"Err… yes very good book," said the barkeeper thoughtfully. A vicious glint had appeared in his eyes and he was carefully looking at Ginny's pocket with their money in. Harry didn't like it at all but Ginny didn't seem to even notice as she was counting the fifty galleons one last time.

"Well good luck then miss," The barman said carefully while whipping of all the money and placing it in his pocket.

Ginny snorted as a death eater would and left the pub putting the book in her pocket.

"Are you still there?" Ginny asked as soon as the door to the pub had closed.

"Yes keep walking," Harry said urgently, he had a very bad feeling about the barkeeper and wanted to leave Knockturn Alley as soon as possible.

"All right," Ginny whispered increasing her pace, "But do you think this book will do? We could try again in another shop."

The door to the bar opened again and the barkeeper together with someone else in black robes appeared, they both looked intently on Ginny's back.

"Gin," said Harry softly, as the two men started walking quickly after her. They were going to try to mug her, Harry realised.

"Mmm?" Ginny replied.

"I think you better join me under the cloak," Harry said quickly.

"Now… in the middle of the street?" Ginny asked.

"Now!" said Harry firmly, when the two men lowered their hoods and pulled out their wands. Ginny turned around just as Harry quickly pulled her in under the cloak. It wasn't easy to fit under the cloak together with a broom and two bags.

"What?" Ginny hissed irritably.

"Shhh," Harry hushed her. The two men were still pointing their wands in their direction.

"Damn fucking hell!" The barkeeper yelled throwing off his hood in frustration.

"You were probably wrong anyway…" The other said in a low throaty voice.

"No! I am telling you it was a girl and she must have had two hundred Galleons in her pocket!"

"Yeah well she did have a wand anyway and she couldn't have been too young or she wouldn't have apparated besides you got her for… what?" The other man said pocketing his wand. Harry sighed in relief they thought Ginny had apparated

"Fifty Galleons minus the book and mind you that is a good book," The Barkeeper replied irritably also pocketing his wand. The two men slowly started walking back towards the pub.

"They were going to rob me," whispered Ginny, holding Harry almost painfully hard.

"It's alright Gin," Harry murmured, rubbing her back, "They were not going to rob you while I am around and we know now that it is a good book."

Ginny slowly softened and kissed him tenderly on his mouth, "You are my hero."

"I know I am," Harry teased, "Do you want to go for some breakfast in muggle London… I think there is a park a few blocks away."

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