What's in a Name?

Summary: Sick of being constantly known as a Weasley's little sister, Ginny moves to America to start a new life for herself. After two years, she's perfectly happy...but then her past comes back to bite her in the arse. Harry/Ginny

Rating: PG-13 for language.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. I merely play with it for my own enjoyment.

Author's Note: YES, I do know now that Ginny's real name is Ginvera, okay? Please stop telling me that it is, but for purposes of the story, I'm staying with Regina for the remainder of this story.

Chapter Four: Telling The Truth

"When in doubt, ask a question." -- Unknown

Ginny Apparated to an alleyway near the Orange Court, glad to be out of Harry's presense for the time being. She looked out onto the street and then walked across the road to the Orange Court and walked in to see Phoebe already sitting at their favorite table by the window. "Hey Reggie, I got you some tea..." Phoebe started to say, but stopped at the pained look on Ginny's face as she sat down. "What's wrong?" Her eyes went wide with concern and she leaned forward and took Ginny's hand.

Ginny opened her mouth and then closed it suddenly. She didn't know if she really wanted to talk about it. Phoebe knew her as Reggie Evans, a little odd, but dependable, Reggie. Phoebe had taken her in and accepted her when she had been alone in San Francisco. She didn't want to tell Phoebe that she had been lying to her the last two years.

She took a deep breath, and decided to let it out. "Pheebs." She said slowly, eyes going downwards. "You know I don't talk about my family much, right?"

"Yeah." Phoebe's eyebrows knitted themselves into a look of confusion. "You mentioned you had a brother...or two at one point, I don't remember exactly."

"Okay, I'm going to tell you more." Ginny said slowly and carefully. She didn't want to hurt Phoebe at all. She was one of her greatest friends in the world. "You've just got to promise me to hear me out completely and try not to get mad."

Phoebe nodded. "Of course, sweetie." She tucked a stray brown-blonde hair that escaped Ginny's hair-tie behind her ear. "I'm here for you, c'mon tell me what's wrong."

"I have six brothers." Ginny said. "Their names are Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron." She paused, looking at Phoebe's face for a second, that still looked confused. "Weasley." She said softly.

"What did you say?" Phoebe asked, leaning forward.

"Their last name is Weasley." Ginny said a little louder.

There was silence. Then she heard slight laughter.

Ginny looked up and saw Phoebe's body shaking from laughter she was trying to supress her giggles. "Reggie." She laughed. "You're joking. You can't be related to those guys, they're from..." She paused and then looked through narrowed eyes at Ginny. "Britian...wait...but they're all red-heads, you're..."

"Dye and a glamor spell." Ginny finished.

"No." Phoebe shook her head as if that would make it untrue. "But your last name is Evans, not Weasley."

"Name change, Phoebe." Ginny said miserabily. "I had to, the same with the looks. My real name is Ginny...Ginny Weasley."

"You're delusional, Reggie." Phoebe said offically. "I knew you liked Ron Weasley and all, seeing you listen to his Quidditch games all the time, but this is going a little far, pretending to be his missing little sister..."

"His little sister that went missing two years ago?" Ginny said quietly. "About the time that I showed up in San Francisco?"

"But...but..." Phoebe's mouth had gone slack as she looked at Ginny.

Ginny looked into Phoebe's eyes, who looked nothing short of betrayed. "Phoebe, I wanted to tell you..."

"Save it." Phoebe just looked angry now, standing up. "You lied to me, Reggie...I mean...Ginny, whatever the hell your goddamn name is."

"Phoebe..." Ginny stood up too and tried to touch Phoebe's arm, but she jerked away as if Ginny's hand contained a liquid fire that had burned her.

"No! Just don't." Phoebe said, pulling back, and putting on her coat, angrily and pulling out her wand. "I just need to be alone right now, don't follow me." She glared at Ginny, hatred etched all of her face and Ginny retracted her arm, fighting back her tears.

Phoebe stormed away to the back where there was a safe Apparition spot. Ginny sunk back down into her seat, feeling completely wasted and all her energy was spent. She felt a couple of tears slip out of her eyes and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. Phoebe has every right to be ticked off with you, Ginny, you should have seen that. She's got a fiery temper, you should have done this at a better time. Ginny thought to herself. Oh, God, what if she kicks me out? Where will I go? OhGodohgodohgod... Ginny lay her head down on her hands and stared out the window, her tea that Phoebe had bought her going cold.

Dear Colin,

Hi, it's been a while since I wrote, I'm sorry. Things have been so busy here that I don't know what to do with myself. I broke up with Brent. I know you wanted me to keep with him, but he was just too...creepy. Had a weird foot fetish that I couldn't get around. It was quite disturbing to tell you the truth.
Why didn't you tell me that Harry was coming here? And if you didn't know already, HARRY EFFING POTTER IS HERE! He's in S.F. and has seen me. Well he's seen Reggie Evans: Magical Social Worker. Not Ginny Weasley: Ron/Fred/George/Percy/Bill/Charlie's little sister. He's here on some assignment from the Ministry, and we're suppose to work together! God, Colin, aren't you supposed to be my informant on this kind of thing? The stuff that's not in the paper? You know all the secrets of Britian, I'm surprised that the Department of Mysteries hasn't gotten their claws into you yet.
God, this is not helping that he's gotten far cuter since I left.
I did not just write that.

Ginny groaned outwardly and crumpled up the parchment she had been writing fervently on and threw it at her wastebasket, which was already filled nearly to the brim with crumpled up pieces of paper. Ginny closed her eyes and rubbed her temples trying to relieve the headache that had started behind her eyelids.

She heard a clink of a china dish on her desk and a voice sounded next to her. "Drink. It'll help."

Ginny opened her eyes and saw Phoebe standing there, with her arms crossed and glaring, but nonetheless, there was a cup of tea in front of Ginny. "What's in it?" She asked, peering into its depths.

"My personal Headache Cure." Phoebe stated, still looking formitable. "I needed someone to test it on before my final."

Ginny took the cup and took a delicate sip. She trusted Phoebe with her life, but that was before her temper short out this afternoon. Almost instantly, her headache eased into a dull throbe and then quickly faded as she took a deeper sip. It had a tangy, sweet taste to the tea. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me." Phoebe said, sitting down on Ginny's bed. "I want information, and now. Are you willing to answer them?"

Ginny sighed and put the teacup down. "Unless they're extremely personal, yes. You deserve as much."

Phoebe nodded, eyes still extremely cold. "Why did you leave England?"

"I told you years ago, that it was because I felt supressed." Ginny started, turning her chair around to face Phoebe. "That part is true. I couldn't be my own person with all my brothers being the center of attention and I always felt like I was someone's little sister and never, Ginny Weasley, the girl that did something on her own." Ginny hung her head. "So I ran away. I needed to be a place where I was on my own for the first time."

"Is there anything else you lied about?"

Ginny looked up, about to protest her innocence and then at the look at Phoebe's face, a single eyebrow raised, she knew. She had lied about her identity, there was no reason to trust her right now. "No. I tried to be as honest as I could, Pheebs."

Phoebe looked slightly mollified. "So why today? Why did you tell me today? Something happened, and don't you dare try to deny it. Something scared you and I could tell." Ginny looked at strangely and she shrugged. "Call me an Empath, but I've lived with you for two years to know when you've been freaked severely. Now spill."

Ginny's lip curled up to the right side slightly. Phoebe was almost back to normal, or whatever normal was for her. "Someone showed up today...someone I wasn't expecting to see."

"Who?"

Ginny almost smiled, but the situation was too serious. Phoebe needed everything or she would fume for hours. "Harry Potter."

"Harry POTTER?" Phoebe stood up now.

"Yes, that's what I said, didn't I?" Ginny said, startled.

"Wait, how did you know Harry? How did he know you?" Phoebe looked completely and utterly shocked.

"He was...well I suppose still is best friends with my brother, Ron." Ginny said, staring at Phoebe as if she had lost her marbles.

Phoebe shook her head, sitting back down, holding her hair back. "I forgot, you're Ginny Weasley. Of course you'd know him. Sorry...my head can do many things, Reg...Ginny. But it can barely wrap itself around this." She looked out from the corner of her eye, blue eyes twinkling. "So what happened? Did he reconize you? We can always go kill him and make sure he doesn't tell anyone."

Ginny felt a warm sensation at the very pit of her stomach. They were comrades again. She threw herself at Phoebe and hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Pheebs!" She exclaimed loudly.

"Whoa, girl." Phoebe laughed slightly, trying to pry Ginny off of her. "Come on, you can't stop the story in the middle of it. Tell, tell, tell. What happened?"

Ginny backed off a little and sat on the bed, oppisite Phoebe. "I can't say much...a lot of has to do with the case I'm working on, but it has to do with a lot of Dark Wizards." Phoebe had a sharp intake of breath. "And now there's a child in danger and Harry and I have to work together to work this out." Ginny burried her head into her hands. "It's all I can do from loosing control of the glamor spell and letting him see who I am. I don't want to go back to being just another Weasley."

Phoebe patted Ginny gingerly on the shoulder. "Hey, Ginny, it's gonna be okay. You'll be fine." She enveloped Ginny in a hug. "Look I think you need someone to remind you that you're still Ginny Weasley, not just Reggie Evans, kay? Just let the glamor spell go for a second. Let me see the real you."

Ginny relaxed and closed her eyes and let the spell that surrounded her almost constantly drop. Her hair was almost waist long now, and deep fiery red and slid like a sheet of fire down. Her freckles stood slightly out from her tanned skin and she opened her blue-brown eyes to look at Phoebe's astonished profile. "Whoa..." Phoebe reached out and touched a strand of Ginny's hair. "That's different."

Ginny couldn't help it. She let out a giggle. Phoebe started laughing too. For a good couple of minutes, both of them started laughing incredibly hard and couldn't stop. Both of them didn't know why they were laughing, but it felt so good.

"Okay, okay, okay..." Phoebe giggled, and wiped tears of mirth away, sitting up, holding her stomach, while Ginny was still laughing. "I have a new House Rule."

Ginny sat up, still slightly laughing. Phoebe was serious about House Rules. Especially the one that laundry had to be done at least once a week, since Phoebe couldn't stand the smell of dirty clothes for too long. "The new House Rule is that when you come home, I want you drop your glamor." Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but Phoebe continued. "You need to realize that you are still Ginny. You keep thinking you're Reggie Evans, seperate from Ginny Weasley. But you're not, dahling." Phoebe stroked Ginny's cheek in a sister-like fashion. "You're just as good as your brothers, if not better at your job. You shouldn't compare yourself to them anyways."

Ginny smiled and then wrapped Phoebe in yet another hug. "Thanks, Pheebs."

"Thank you for finally telling me the truth, Ginny."

They released each other from the embrance when they heard a tapping on the window. Ginny looked out and saw it was a smallish, brown barn owl. "Lyra?" Ginny asked, going over to the window and opened it. Lyra, the owl flew in and landed, hooting softly and holding out a leg with a letter on it. "Thanks Lyra." Ginny sighed, taking the letter off her leg and took her on her arm to the kitchen where she poured some water into a small dish that Lyra gratefully drank deeply out of. While Lyra was drinking, Ginny unfolded the letter.

Dear Ginny,

Something you might want to know. I've heard it from a very reliable source that Harry might be finding his way to San Fransisco. I don't know why, that's been kept a secret from anyone. I know S.F. is a big city, but I just wanted to give you the heads up.
Miss you, Gin. Luna says hi and wishes you luck with your new case. She said she saw something in her crystal ball and warns you to be careful of tall men that are slightly balding. Don't know quite to make of that, but that's good advice in general.

Ciao,
Colin.

"A little to, little to late, Colin." Ginny whispered as she folded up the letter again and pressed it to her heart.

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Author's Note: If you're interested in keeping up the progress of both What's In A Name and Only Joking (my other story) you can visit my writer's journal at http/ Have fun peoples, and hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. I'm trying not to abandon this story because I have the ending COMPLETELY mapped out and I want to write it SO badly.