A/N: I know there are quite a few person-goes-missing-and-is-believed-dead-but-is-actually-alive fics but I wrotemy ownversion anyway.

This fic takes place 5 years after Harry, Ron and Hermione leave Hogwarts. They're all 25 and Ginny therefore is 24. Ginny and Harry are married and Ron and Hermione are married.

Chapter 1: Lost

Chaos raged in outside Hogwarts. The Final Battle had finally come. The light side was currently winning, but Voldemort and his Death Eaters were far from giving up. It had started when Voldemort decided to get more aggressive in his takeover of Britain.

First he took Diagon Alley, then Gringotts (which had managed to stay free for a short while during his take over of Diagon Alley), and then St. Mungo's. This had been the hardest hit against the light side as they now had nowhere to put their sick and injured. Now he was aiming for the only wizarding school in Britain.

In Hogwarts, every capable student and teacher was fighting. Someone, (though no one is sure who), managed to send an owl to the ministry with a plea for help. In the middle of the battle, Harry Potter was fighting his way towards Voldemort, determined to end it before to many more people died.

"Ron, Hermione, Ginny!" he shouted to his to best friends and wife, "Cover me!" They nodded. Rabastan Lestrange lunged at the group aimed a curse at them.

"Protego!" bellowed Ron and deflected it.

"You killed my parents!" shrieked Hermione and tore at him screaming curses no one could hear over the din.

"Hermione, wait," called Ginny and ran after her. Ron started to follow, but remembered that Harry would need help. He'd learned long ago that Hermione and Ginny could take care of themselves.

'Where is Harry anyways?' Ron wondered, turning around, looking for the familiar messy black hair. He spotted him dueling with Voldemort. Ron gulped. Normally, he would have run the opposite way. But Harry was his best mate. Ron was not about to let him face the Dark Lord alone. Ron gulped and charged towards them.

Harry was sweating heavily. This duel had been going on for ages. The only reason Priori Incantatem had not occurred was because Harry was dueling with Seamus's wand, since he was killed by Draco Malfoy.

Again, Harry did a quick appraisal of his status and Voldemort's. Voldemort had a large gash on his left arm and was bleeding heavily, but still seemed quite energetic. Harry had hundreds of small cuts, a broken wrist and was exhausted.

"Crucio!" shouted Voldemort. Harry dodged to one side, barely avoiding it. "You're getting slower Potter," Voldemort mocked.

"Oi! Harry!" called Ron, "Lemme give you a hand!" Voldemort used their brief distraction to cry "Avada Kedavra!"

"Protego!" Harry shouted. But not a shield charm could stop the killing curse. There was a flash of light, and then Harry disappeared.

For a second, time seemed to stop. Then there was screaming. "He's dead! He's dead! The boy-who-lived is dead!" With Harry gone, no one believed they could defeat Voldemort. They were easy prey for the Death Eaters. Hermione, Ron and Ginny escaped, along with Ron and Hermione's year-old son, Ryan. They met with the Order of the Phoenix, where they agreed that Ginny was in most danger, and therefore needed to be evacuated from Britain immediately.

"But where will I go?" Ginny inquired, "France? Spain? Italy?"

"No," Remus replied, shaking his head, "Europe is where Voldemort plans to go next. You wouldn't be safe there, either."

"So where do I go then?" she wanted to know.

"We've decided on California," he replied, "It's going to be along time before Voldemort gets to America, so you should be safe there, for a while," Remus explained. "We found a nice apartment for you to stay in."

"Where in California?"

"In a wizarding town called Santa Margerita. It's quite nice from what I've heard."

"Very well," she said tiredly, "When do I leave?"

A/N: Well folks, there's the first chappie. Hope ya like it. Feel free to ask questions, make suggestions, and give CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. But be kind, it's my first fic. Well, my first non-song fic. Oh, and feel free to give compliments, too. I love compliments. They do wonders for my ego gringrin Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah… I talk too much don't I?