Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own it, absolutely none of it at this point, 'cept maybe the storyline. 'Tis all the work of the brilliant mind of one J.K. Rowling (although I am still slightly miffed at said brilliant mind for her terrible crime against fandom-that crime being the murder of one Sirius Black).

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Harry was angry, that much was obvious to Ginny when she arrived at the training room that they were to work in, she didn't need three guesses to figure out why but thought it better if she feign ignorance. She loved watching Harry train, she always had, he seemed to have a grace that most people didn't see, he almost seemed to be dancing with an invisible partner, his motions perfectly fluid. She was sure that he knew she was there but, like a good warrior, he didn't acknowledge her presence and continued thrusting and parrying with his sword as though it were a part of himself. Finally he ended with a blow that would have cleanly taken off an opponent's head.

"Nick would have loved for you to be his executioner, he's been downright depressed lately, still hasn't gotten into the hunt."

"You're early."

"I haven't seen you in four months, did you expect me to drag my feet?"

"Point taken, come on in, I wont be swinging this around anymore today." He said, putting his sword in its case and gesturing towards the middle of the room.

"How have you been, oh great writer of four letters in as many months."

"Good, at least until I attended a meeting last night and heard that a friend of mine was joining the Order. Why would she do something like that? I asked myself. The only answer I could come up with was that she'd gone completely bonkers and was due to be placed in a psych ward." Harry replied, looking at her pointedly.

"Or maybe it was because she wanted to do something to help in the war." Ginny replied, beginning to get angry as well.

"And why couldn't she do that as a Healer? Why does she think that she needs to join the most dangerous organization she could?"

"Because maybe she wants to fight dark wizards, not just cure the few who live through an encounter."

"Did she ever stop to wonder how I would feel if she was killed? Even more important, how her family would feel, it would devastate them!"

"Maybe you ought to stop and think about how she would feel if any of them died!"

"That is entirely different, I haven't really got much choice, if I must fight then I will, but if everyone I care about dies, then what is there for me to fight for?"

"How about for a better world, for those who cant defend themselves, what about preventing kids from becoming orphans. I know you hated growing up without your parents, don't you want to prevent anyone else from going through the hell that you did? My best friend's mum and dad were killed two months ago, I want to be able to do something, for her." By now Ginny's arguments had become pleas and tears were streaming from her eyes.

"Have you ever learned how to dance?" He asked, turning away as he removed his robes to reveal loose, lightweight clothing.

"I can waltz and two-step." Ginny replied, smiling, Harry wouldn't try to stop her from joining.

"Well, its time for something new, for the next week I will teach you how to really dance. Combat, to most people, is a matter of brute strength. Over the next two weeks I am going to teach you how to fight and win against someone twice your size who has three times your knowledge of hexes. Fighting is about winning; the other person is the opposing team, your life the prize. If you value that prize you will give everything you have, and then give some more, you will do better than your best. A fight is like a dance, you must anticipate your opponent's every move, always think at least five steps ahead of him, know all possible outcomes and chose the one you want. Every day you will meet me for two hours before breakfast and three after dinner, you will eat what I tell you to eat and you will be prepared for anything I throw at you. You are to spend every waking moment testing your weaknesses and discovering your strengths. You will become the best and nobody will catch you by surprise. Moody says it best with CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Harry barked the last bit making Ginny jump. "Now, lets get started."

Ginny climbed into bed that night, ready to collapse with exhaustion, since when had Harry become such a fanatic? She had known she would have to work hard but Harry acted as though he had to cram all of her training into those two weeks or die trying, surely someone else would finish her training when he left on his next mission. Ginny wondered briefly when she would be assigned her first mission and who her partner would be, Dumbledore hadn't mentioned anything and wouldn't until after she had graduated and become an official member of the Order. As she drifted into sleep, Ginny speculated about what Harry would have her do the next morning.

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Ginny arrived five minutes late for their morning practice and began apologizing immediately as she rushed into the training room.

"If this was a battle and you were five minutes late I could have been lying in a pool of my own blood and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, it would be hard to apologize to me if I was dead would it not?" Harry asked calmly, Ginny flushed and nodded. "Well, then I suggest that you arrive on time in the future, grab a mat and we'll meditate for fifteen minutes before beginning."

Harry was a maniac, there were no two ways about it, he was bloody mad. After the fifteen minutes of meditation they spent the next hour and a half throwing round paint-filled balls at each other and trying to dodge the others throws. Ginny had manage to hit Harry a grand total of three times while he had covered her from head to toe with the paint splotches that appeared upon impact. This frustrated her to no end and left Harry in a terribly amused. By the time they sat down to meditate she was thinking about the best way to kill him.

"You know, if you are going to kill me, you'll have to become a much better aim. Otherwise, the only way you'd succeed is with a lot of luck and ten friends to hold me still." Harry said, grinning without changing his meditative stance.

"You are an evil arse, you do know that, don't you?"

"'Tis an honor to be held in such high esteem milady."

"How did we get started on this topic?"

"I was trying to distract you from your homicidal thoughts, you see, I fancy living a bit longer and getting on your bad side is something I learned not to do long ago."

"How did you know that I was contemplating your demise?"

"I'm psychic." He said, grinning cheekily as he stood and began cleaning the training room.

"Psh, more like psycho. You cant lie to me, I saw your divination grades, I guess we should all be glad that you and Ron didn't possess the inner eye because otherwise we'd have all died some rather nasty deaths."

"You dare to mock the most noble of arts? Scandalous!"

"Oh shut up you idiot, what are we allowed to eat today, or are we allowed to eat?"

"Of course, you can eat three eggs, two pieces of toast, and aquarter-inch-thick slab of ham."

"What? How do you expect me to eat that much? I thought that by dictating what I eat you would limit my intake, not expand it, I'll get fat."

"Oh no you won't, trust me on this, I am going to work you so hard that you'll probably lose weight if anything. I suggest that you take my advice and eat all of it, if you don't then chances are that you'll pass out in the middle of exercises tonight, trust me when I say that you'll ravenous again at dinner time."

"Fine, but when I start looking like a blimp and can barely move, I'll be blaming you."

"That's fine, you can just roll over the top of the Death Eaters, that'd probably be more effective than trying to shoot little spells at them eh?" Harry suggested, smirking slightly, and dodging the hand she swung at him.

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"Wow, I can't believe that this is my last day of Hogwarts, after today I'll never have to worry about being put in detention or staying up all night trying to finish an essay that's due first thing in the morning, I'm FREE!" Ginny prattled nervously as she flitted around her dormitory, gathering the last of her belongings for her very last ride on the Hogwarts Express.

"Yeah, you say that now, but wait till you hear who your new partner is going to be. As much as he is a great field agent, he is also very strict, I really don't envy you at all." Hermione said, grinning at her and looking extremely amused.

"I still can't believe that you wont tell me who my partner is. Although I suppose that no partner that they could stick me with will be as bad as Harry, I swear he's crazy, completely mad. Its probably a good thing that he works alone, I would pity the poor soul who would have to work with him." Ginny rolled her eyes, "I swear he doesn't know what fun is, does he even take holidays, I wouldn't be terribly shocked if he spent all of Christmas filing paperwork."

"Nah, he doesn't like paperwork, he tends to flirt with the secretary in order to avoid it whenever possible. He actually makes a habit of getting smashed with Dumbledore, Remus, Kingsley, Tonks, and 'Dungus on Christmas. It is probably the most amusing thing I've ever seen, the six of them singing off-color Christmas tunes and dancing with anyone who'll hold still long enough, it's a sight to see if you ever get a chance."

"Wow, that sounds like an interesting party, the six of them are slightly mismatched don't you think?" Ginny laughed at the mental image that accompanied Hermione's story.

"Yeah, every so often Ron and a few of the others join in after returning from family celebrations, but mostly we all sit and watch them until one of them pass out, at which point we drag them off to their various beds. Anyway, you'll get a chance to see it next Christmas now that you are a member, now lets get you to the train station. I believe that your mum and dad are meeting you and taking you to headquarters where you'll meet your new partner."

A/N

I know that this chapter was slightly shorter than the last one, but I felt like I should end it or else it would be way too forced. Next Chapter they prepare for the Russian mission and Ginny learns a few new things. I promise to try having this story updated often enough that by the time Christmas comes along I will be writing about that time of year (That particular chapter will, of course, involve the drunken antics of our six of our favorite revelers and probably the accidental revealing of a secret or two). I am not sure how long this story will be but if it gets to feeling forced then I will definitely give it a merciful death, possibly even by beheading, I'll make sure that Harry is the executioner at such time so that it wont run into the problem that Sir Nicholas has.

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