Chapter 7-

Disclaimer- Most of this story belongs to someone else. The characters except for Dagan and Johnson belong to JKR. I just decided I'd amuse myself and play with them for a while. ;)

Later that night Ginny walked out to her car and unlocked her door. She heard something and as instinct drew her gun and eyes growing wary. The snapping of twigs was the only sound punctuating the stillness of the dark night. She never turned her head but instead used her eyes to search the shadows that seemed to be closing in on her.

A particular shadow shifted to her right. She turned quickly in the direction it came from, her gun held steady at the trees that lined the forest next to the Ministry building. She began to creep closer as the shadow began to recede. She tentatively took one step, then another, her gun still trained on the ever-shifting shadow. Suddenly the shadow disappeared and Ginny, still wary, lowered her gun slightly.

Suddenly a hand clamped on her shoulder. Ginny's training kicked in. She grabbed the wrist and twisted it as she spun out of her attacker's grasp. She was about to continue defending herself when she realized who her 'attacker' was.

"Merlin Ginny, what the bloody hell was that for?" Harry grumbled, one hand holding the one she had just sprained.

"Oh my God! Harry I'm so sorry! I thought-" Ginny began but then caught her slip. If Harry hadn't changed too much over the years he was sure to have also kept his love of making inquires until you cracked or gave in.

"You thought...?" Harry asked, letting the sentence hang. He raised a questioning eyebrow his face amused. But when he shifted and could see Ginny better his amused smile vanished. "Ginny, what's wrong?"

Ginny sighed, knowing he would find out sooner or later. Mine as well be sooner. She sighed again and put her hands in her pockets fumbling before pulling out the desired object. She held out a scrap piece of paper for Harry to read.

He took it, his look questioning. "What's this all about Ginny?" He asked as he opened it.

"Just read it."

Harry did and his eyes narrowed. "Where did you find this?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. Ginny waited until later to be baffled by the tone of anger in his voice. She shifted from foot to foot, blowing air out through her mouth and making a little cloud that disappeared as quickly as it came.

Harry was also cold, but it was more of a mental chill than a physical. But he decided to spare Ginny the pain of frostbite and opened her car door for her to climb in.

Ginny got back in the car then looked down at her hand, surprised to find she still held her pistol in her hand, her finger on the trigger. She quickly holstered her weapon and buckled her seatbelt.

She felt the car dip a bit when Harry sat in the car and heard him slam the door, but didn't even see the need to berate him about slamming her doors.

Harry turned to Ginny after starting the engine and turning the heat on full blast. "Where did you find this Ginevra?" He asked gravely.

Ginny was somewhat shocked at the use of her full name. She quickly pushed that shock aside though, as she did with most of her emotions. "On my desk on top of the Fudge files." She admitted.

Harry's face turned a bright shade of red that would rival even the likes of Ron. He looked back down at the piece of paper and Ginny realized with a start that his hands were shaking.

"Harry....?" She asked softly.

Harry's focus remained on the small sheaf of parchment. He didn't even look up when he heard Ginny call his name softly. This can't be happening, he thought. "I'm not loosing you again." Harry didn't even realize he had said that aloud until he felt Ginny's arms encircle him in a hug.

Though it was awkward he raised both of his hands and clamped them on her arm to return the hug. Since they were in a car it was most uncomfortable, but neither noticed. As was accustomed when the couple held each other they became oblivious to their surroundings. Harry soon realized Ginny's shoulders were rising and falling, barely noticeable but shaking nonetheless.

He dropped his hands and turned, making Ginny pull back and look down at the gear shift to avoid his eyes. She had gone on her knees to reach him over the gearshift and arm rest and now she was sitting with her legs under her, her hands in her lap. Harry turned in his seat to better see her and put a finger under her chin, bringing her gaze level with him.

"Ginny, love it's going to be alright. I won't let him hurt you." Harry pledged. Harry would make sure and keep his vow. No one was taking her from him now that he had finally found her again.

Ginny shook her head, her eyes still brimming with unshed tears. "I'm not scared Harry. I'm just....I don't know." She sighed, sitting heavily back in her seat now facing forward, her feet propped up on the dashboard.

"Tired and overworked would explain it pretty well." Harry said, taking notice of the dark circles under her eyes. "Before I got here, how long did you spend pouring over those case files?"

"As long as it took to find something."

Harry tried not to roll his eyes. "And what about the times you found nothing? Those cases are years old and they have been useless. You would be lucky to find something. What about the times you found nothing?"

Ginny sat in stubborn silence. She didn't meet Harry's gaze but instead stared out the windshield, her arms crossed over her chest. She was slumped a little bit making her look like a pouting five year old.

"That's what I thought." Harry said as he turned the keys that were already in the ignition. The engine sputtered and then started. Soon, Harry was driving them back to her place.

After a few minutes in silence in which they would both slip secretive glances at the other while they weren't looking Harry broke the silence with yet another question. "Are you going to quit the case?"

Ginny gave Harry the rare pleasure of seeing her goggle. Though her look was more incredulous than anything else, there was no belying the shock that was evident on it. "Of course not." She stated firmly after she had gotten over her surprise. Even Harry should know her better than that.

Harry tried not to sigh. He was afraid she was going to say that. "Where do you want to go to get food?" Harry asked, deciding it would do neither of them any good to stay on the other topic.

"My place."

When Ginny and Harry walked into her and Draco's flat it was to find a very energetic Draco.

Draco was going from room to room, throwing clothes as he went leaving a disaster in his wake, humming a tune only he could recognize. He stopped in front of a mirror in the narrow hallway to look in one of the various mirrors oblivious to his audience. He was wearing a pair of slacks and a emerald green dress shirt that he had opted to leave untucked and a jacket that matched his pants was placed on the back of the couch haphazardly.

Ginny and Harry exchanged a glance before Harry cleared his throat.

Draco jolted slightly at the unexpected sound and turned and saw Ginny and Harry standing in the living room. Ginny had a mischievous smile on her face while Harry merely looked at him peculiarly.

"Oi! Give me a heart attack next time Potter!" Draco reprimanded.

Ginny, not about to let the two men she cared the most about begin to argue, jumped in. "What are you so chipper about?"

Draco smiled at her, reminding Ginny very much of a love-stricken school boy. He walked over to her and held out his tie for her to fix for him. As she worked on straitening the mess he had made of the silken garment, Ginny looked up at him eyebrows raised. "Since when have you been so jittery?" She let go of his tie and took a step back and looked at him expectantly.

"Ever since I fell in love." Draco replied, the school-boy smile gracing his features and making him look years younger yet again.

Ginny's eyes widen happily and she smiled hugely. "Who is she? When do I get to meet her?" Ginny began questioning.

For the first time in either boys life they exchanged an amused glance. Draco noticed Harry was actually smiling slightly too. The blonde haired boy tried not to be too shocked. He laughed and tweaked Ginny's nose. "After she says yes."

Ginny squealed happily and threw her arm around her friends neck. "Oh my God! I'm so happy for you!" Ginny gushed, releasing her hold on Draco's neck. Her friend seemed to be incapable of any expression except for a smile. Ginny had never seen him so happy.

"Thanks, but can we wait to see if she even says yes before telling all of Oxford?" Draco teased. This got a reproachful look from Ginny but she couldn't stay angry at him for long. Her best friend was happily in love. Her day had just gotten 100% better.

Harry surprised them both by standing up and offering a hand to Draco. Draco looked down at the hand in shock before looking up at Harry. When he confirmed Harry's truce was sincere, he shook Harry's hand.

"Good luck Mal-Draco." Harry said, forcing himself to say Draco's name. This earned another smile from Draco. He seemed like he would never run out of them at the moment, and his exuberance was nothing short of contagious. Even Harry found himself smiling and wishing the Bachelor good luck.

Once Draco got over the shock of Harry's sudden friendliness he thanked him and went over to the couch and shrugged on his jacket.

Ginny bustled over to him and straitened his tie again, making sure her friend was more dashing than ever. She stepped back and clasped her hands happily in front of her as she stood beside Harry and looked at Draco.

"Well, this is it. I better be going. Don't want to keep her waiting." Draco said, his voice shaking slightly from his nerves.

Ginny and Harry gave him reassuring smiles and wished him the best as he departed from the room.

Harry turned to Ginny once Draco had left to see her smiling at him. "What?"

She only smiled as she walked over to him and pushed him backwards into the armchair that he was standing in front of. She then sat in his lap and put an arm around his neck, toying with his untidy hair. "That was really sweet Harry, what you did with Draco." She said softly, her voice a purr.

Harry took a gulp of air and tried to ignore the tone her voice had taken as he looked at her. "W-well he's not the man I thought he was, I realize that now." Harry said, stuttering slightly when Ginny began placing feather soft kisses along his jaw line and neck. When he couldn't take it anymore he took her head in his hands and brought her mouth down to his.

Ginny kissed him back, matching his eagerness. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand go up her shirt.

They never did eat that night.

Draco came home later that night and stepped inside the still lit house. He looked around for any sign of where Ginny and Harry may be so he could tell them his news, but then laid eyes on the bag that still was on the counter. He frowned, knowing that Ginny never left her bag so that meant she was still here. He looked down the hall and saw that her bedroom door was shut. He began to walk towards the room but something else caught his eye.

He found a badge on the ground and picked it up and realized it was Harry's. With this newfound knowledge Draco slipped back into the living room and flopped down on the couch.

He'd wait till tomorrow to tell them his news.

Harry woke the next morning and stretched his arm out to the pillow next to him only to realize he was alone. He sat up and looked around the room and soon saw Ginny, dressed and ready for work, even though it was a Sunday.

"What are you doing, Gin? It's only-" Harry began sleepily, turning to look at the red numbers on the digital clock. "7:50 on Sunday morning. Come back to bed."

Ginny looked over at Harry and smiled but made no move to do as he requested. "I need to get to the office." She said walking over to him and bending down and giving him a drugging kiss.

"But we're off today." Harry protested and pulled Ginny onto the bed next to him. She made to get up but his hold was firm. "Come on, just for a little while."

Ginny seemed to consider it but still shook her head. "No, I really need to go Harry." She deadpanned, disentangling his arms from her and standing.

"Well then hold on and I'll go with you." Harry insisted, standing and slipping into a pair of pants. He was soon ready and turned to see Ginny had sat down on the bed and was reading the note again she had found. He frowned slightly. "Ginny, why do you keep reading that?"

Ginny shrugged. "Never know, maybe I could get a premonition or something." She turned her eyes back to the letter and continued looking for anything that might give away the identity of the writer. Maybe she would get lucky and he had forgotten to use a cleaning charm or devise on his hands. She dismissed that thought as soon as it came.

Harry remembered the conversation they had had all those years ago, the one they had had right before he had lost her for four long years.

flashback

"Harry I can see." Ginny said sadly. Harry could tell that that simple sentence had cost her a lot. He nodded slowly, not sure he understood why this could cause such a dilemma, but he was afraid to ask. Instead he just waited patiently for her to continue.

"So what did you See about the tournament?" Harry asked cautiously. He knew he might not like the answer, but he had to know.

Ginny shook her head. "No Harry, I can't."

Harry could feel his temper rising. What's the big secret anyway? "Tell me Ginny." He stated his tone cool. He was getting frustrated.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I can't?" Ginny cried, rising from the bench quickly. "Harry, maybe I can't. Maybe I don't want to tell you. But does it matter that I See it every time I close my eyes? Does it matter to you? No! It doesn't Harry. You would hate me forever if I told you and I can't live with that, Harry. I can't live with that!" Tears were now rolling freely down Ginny's face.

Harry wouldn't let her off the hook that easily. He got up and ran after her, catching her quickly. "Tell me Ginny." He repeated, holding her arm firmly so she couldn't wriggle free. When she finally looked at him, he was angry with himself for what he saw reflected in the depths of her amber eyes.

"You want to know what I Saw Harry?" She wrenched her arm free. "I Saw Cedric die."

End of Flashback

Harry came back to reality when Ginny stood and walked over to him and put a hand on his chest. "What's wrong?" She asked, concern chiseling her features. She looked up at him worriedly.

Harry looked down and Ginny and gave her a reassuring smile. "Nothing, Ginny." He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her nose. "Come on let's get to work, since you're so eager to get back to it." Harry said dryly.

Ginny poured over the documents lying on her desk. To anyone else they would seemed messy and disorganized but Ginny did have a method to her madness. She had had Harry get every bit of information there was on Johnson. From Dental records to Bank accounts to Gun registrations.

Ginny looked through the bank accounts until a large figure on the page caught her eye. She nearly choked when she saw the some of half a million dollars in muggle currency had been transferred from a foreign account.

Ginny began piecing together the information and came to a startling realization. She picked up her phone and punched in Johnson's number and listened to the phone ring. When there was no answer she did the most irrational thing she had ever done in her career. She went to Johnson's house, alone.

Ginny looked around the destroyed house and immediately saw Johnson, or what was left of him. She put a hand to her mouth to cover it from the suffocating smoke that surrounded her. The house was on fire and Johnson lay on the ground, a bullet wound between his vacant eyes.

Ginny knew she needed to get out of here before the fire became out of control, and she realized with a start she didn't have her wand either. The smoke was growing thinker by the minute and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. At this rate, Ginny would live only a few minutes longer.

As standard Auror training would have it, she had been forced to take a fire safety course so Ginny knew to drop to the floor where the smoke was thinner, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so. She put a hand to her throat as the smoke continued to suffocate her.

Suddenly, a lone figure came from the flames. Ginny looked up and took in his appearance through half shut eyes. They wore black robes and a golden necklace. At the bottom of the necklace was what the muggles would call a crucifix. With a start Ginny realized who it was.

Standing before Ginny, with his cold eyes boring into hers, stood none other than The Crucifier.

To be Continued........

A/N: Please don't hurt me! runs from angry reviewers Please review!

Soon to come- Ginny meets The Crucifier and has to deal with loosing a loved one