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Harry stood in horror and watched as Ron, Fred, and George rushed to their sister's side. Of course he had known he would have to face Ginny eventually, but he hadn't planned on it being quite so soon, and with no warning to her. He could only imagine the shock it must have been to her system to walk into her living room and see him standing there. After all, he himself was filled with all kinds of emotion.

It had been six years since he had last seen Ginny, and in that time he had managed to push aside and all but forget what he had felt about her when he left. Regardless of what anyone believed, he had been in love with her; Ginny had been his entire world. Now seeing her again, seeing her so vulnerable and in distress, all of his old feeling came bubbling back up to the surface.

She had changed so much since the last time he had seen her. She had lost weight, not that there had been much there to lose. Her hair was much shorter than he remembered, and styled sophisticatedly around her face. When he had left she had been barely sixteen, and still trying to find her place in the world. Now, however, was gone the young girl he remembered, and in its place was a beautiful mature woman.

As Ron carried Ginny across the room to lay her on the couch, Harry instinctively moved toward her, wanting to see if she was alright. He had barely taken two steps, however, before both Fred and George were in front of him with their hands pressed firmly on his chest, preventing him from moving.

"You stay right there, Potter. You've done enough," Fred hissed at him.

"You need to just go away and leave our sister alone," George added in.

"Please, I don't want to hurt her. Just . . . Is she okay?" Harry asked as he tried to move toward her before once again being shoved across the room. This time he lost his balance and he fell to the floor.

"I SAID, stay away," Fred growled. "I don't want you anywhere near Ginny."

Harry sighed and carefully stood up. He had twisted his ankle when he stumbled, and there was now a dull ache throbbing through it. Both of his girls grabbed on to his hands and hid themselves behind his body, fear evident on their young faces.

"Papa, pourquoi ces hommes sont-ils fous à vous?" Abigail asked him in a tiny voice.

"Il n'est rien à s'inquiéter votre petite tête pour, papa prendra soin de lui."

"Ils m'effrayent, papa." Rachel whispered to him, as she gripped his hand tighter.

"Ne vous inquiétez pas, très. Ils ne vous blesseront pas."

"What are they babbling on about?" George snarled as he looked at the twins with an expression of obvious disgust and distaste written across his face. "Don't they speak English?"

"Yes, they do. Quite well in fact. However, French is their first language and they use it when they are frightened. Not that I blame them, the way you lot are acting."

"Then maybe you should take the little brats and get out of here, before someone gets hurt."

"You'll leave them alone," Harry growled, his eyes narrowing. "Your problems are with me, not with them. They've done nothing to you."

"Maybe not, but the mere sight of them repulses me."

"That's ENOUGH!" Mrs. Weasley finally interrupted.

"But Mum . . ."

"No . . . no more. The two of you, get out of here, just get out of my sight," She barked at the twins. "You are acting like children, and I'm sick of it. Get out of here, now! Ron, you take the two little ones and get them something to eat. There's a pie in the kitchen, give them each a slice and also a glass of milk."

"ME? Why do I have to deal with the little things?"

"NOW, Ronald!"

"Fine, fine, whatever," Ron grumbled under his breath. He turned towards the twins and held his hands out to each of them. "Come on you two."

Abigail and Rachel both shied away from him and clung tighter to Harry. It was obvious that they were leery about going anywhere with the man who had so recently thrown their father across a room. Harry gave their hands a squeeze and smiled soothingly down at them.

"C'est ok, ne sont pas effrayés. Le papa aura raison ici si vous avez besoin de moi."

The two girls looked at him uncertainly before timidly following Ron into the kitchen. Harry watched them walk away, a small smile playing across his lips. Molly Weasley studied him intently, as she had been since he entered her home, and watched his interaction with the children. She smiled sadly as she watched him, knowing that he had finally found something in his life to make him happy. She only wished that it could have been with her Ginny.

"Harry, dear. Why don't you sit down for a moment? We'll deal with you after we take care of Ginny."

Harry nodded silently and sat down in a rocker in the corner of the room. Mrs. Weasley and Hermione were tending to Ginny, but he barely noticed them. He was too busy studying Ginny. It seemed like so long ago, lifetimes ago, that he had last seen her. He wanted so badly to reach out and run a hand along her arm or her face, anywhere really, just to see if she still felt the same as he remembered. No matter how many other women he had been with, he never was able to forget the feel of Ginny.

Hermione carefully poured some kind of liquid down Ginny's throat, and Harry watched as the younger girl began to come to, her eyes blinking into focus.

"Ginny, how are you feeling?" Hermione asked softly, not wanted to get Ginny to worked up or excited.

"Hermione? Why am I on the couch? What happened?"

"You passed out, sweetie."

Ginny's eyes flew wide open and her hands flew up and across her stomach as she stared fearfully into Hermione's eyes. The two girls seemed to be having a silent conversation between the two of them for a couple of minutes before Ginny visibly relaxed.

"I kind of remember," Ginny acknowledged. "I hear shouting and I came inside. I. . . I thought I saw Harry. Pretty silly of me, huh?"

"No, Ginny it wasn't. You did see him."

"I-I did? He was here? Harry was here?" Ginny cried out.

"Yes, and he still is here. I guess seeing him was just a little too much for you."

"He's . . .here. Still? I want . . . I want to see him."

"I'm right here," Harry spoke up softly, worried about frightening her again.

"Oh, Harry. Is it really you? You're real, not just a figment of my imagination?"

"No, it's really me," Harry smiled. He had been so certain that she would be angry at him, that she would scream and yell. In all honesty, he was expecting her to react like her brother's had, cursing him out and telling him to leave.

Ginny sat up slowly, her eyes never leaving him. It was almost as if she was afraid that if she blinked or looked away, he would be gone in an instant, once again disappearing into oblivion. She held out a hand to him and motioned him over to her.

Harry stood up and slowly closed the distance between the two of them. This is what he had been dreaming of every night for six long years, being reunited with his Ginny. He kneeled down in front of her and just looked into her eyes, uncertainly.

"This can't be real. I've waited for this for too long. It's all a dream, I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone," Ginny whispered, sounding as if she was trying to convincer herself.

"No, I'm really here, and I'm not going anywhere, I promise," Harry reassured her as he lifted a hand to brush her hair back from her face.

Ginny smiled at the gesture, memories of his touch flooding her mind. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, allowing herself to get lost in the memories. It was just like being in a dream. Then reality caught up with her, and reminded her of everything that had happened in the past six years, letting her know that these touches were real.

Her eyes fluttered open and she raised her hand. Then, she slapped Harry hard across his face.

"Daddy, why are those men mad at you?"

"It's nothing to worry your little head about; Daddy will take care of it."

"They're scaring me, daddy."

"Don't worry, precious. They won't hurt you."

"It's okay, don't be scared. Daddy will be right here if you need me."