The next morning at breakfast, things were mostly back to normal. Ginny couldn't help but notice that Harry had more food on his plate than he had previously, and that he blushed anytime he made eye contact with one of the other guys. The conversation of breakfast was light and fun, and Ginny couldn't help but miss breakfasts with her family before the war. She caught Harry's eye and smiled at him. She thought about what he had said about trying to make things better with her family; she really wanted things to go back to being normal. Ginny promised herself that morning that once the World Cup was over she would try and fix things within her family.

"Earth to Ginny," Tank called.

"Sorry, I guess I was really thinking about something," Ginny said. "Did you need something?"

"I was just curious as to what our schedule looked like for the rest of this week. The weather looks bad again today, and I really wasn't looking forward to practicing in the rain all week," Tank explained.

"Well, you're supposed to have practice everyday this week but Saturday, and light practices on Friday and Sunday. The rest of the week you have normal, twice a day practices," Ginny replied.

"Regardless of the weather?" Jeff asked.

"Well, as long as it's only raining, yes. But if it's really storming and your safety is in question, Mason's supposed to call off practice," Ginny said.

"Great, so we can all get soaking wet and get sick," Dustin complained.

"Speaking of being sick, you all have appointments with the team healer Friday morning," Ginny informed them. The team let out a collective groan.

"Do we have to?" MJ whined.

Ginny gave them a sympathetic smile. "Yes. Mr. Perry wants to make sure you're all in good health. We don't want to lose any of you."

"Um, Ginny?" Harry said tentatively.

"Yes?"

"Well, it's just that… I mean I don't have a problem with seeing a healer," he stuttered.

"But?"

"But if I see a healer it can't be the team healer. It has to be one of mine that is pre-approved by the Ministry. Minister Bones likes to keep my health as private as possible for whatever reason," Harry explained.

Ginny frowned. "I'm sure you know what the reason is, you just don't want to tell me."

Harry sighed. "I can't tell you. We've talked about this."

"Now kids," Tank said. "I thought you two had worked things out."

"Do we need to lock you in the bathroom again?" Dustin asked.

"I bet if we did we'd get a different result now that Potter knows how things work," MJ teased.

"Sod off, MJ," Harry growled.

"I think everybody just needs to calm down," Jacob said nervously.

"I think he's right," Mason said as he stalked into the room. "I went to meet my team to start practice, but I didn't have a team."

"Sorry, Coach," Tank said, standing up from the table. "We're all on our way out."

"You had better be. And Miss Weasley, please do not keep my team away from their practice again."

Ginny looked sheepishly at the floor while Mason glared at her. "I apologize, it won't happen again."

"Well what are you lot staring at? I want you all out on the pitch and starting drills now!" Mason bellowed. The team hurried out and Ginny found herself alone in the dining room. "What did I ever do to him?" she wondered aloud.

After Ginny finished her normal morning routine, she decided to take a trip to the Ministry to see what she needed to do about getting a healer for Harry. She opened up the Floo Network, and went to her office in the Ministry. She knew she needed to head to the Minister's office and see if there was anytime she could speak with her that day, but she thought she'd stop in on her family first. She tried Ron's office first since he was in the same department she was, but his office was empty. Ginny then headed to her father's department and found him working diligently at his desk. She knocked on the door as she walked in.

"Hello, Ginny," Arthur said gently. "To what do I owe this visit?"

"Hey Dad. I just had an errand to run in the Ministry, but I thought I'd stop by and say hello first," Ginny said with a smile.

"Is everything going well with the team?" Arthur asked.

"I think so. I just have to talk to Minister Bones about Harry," Ginny explained.

"How's he doing?"

"From what I can tell he's been doing a lot better since he's been in the house."

Arthur smiled. "I'm glad. I wish he'd come by the Burrow sometime. I'd love to see him; it's been like losing another son without him coming around."

"Well, I think the only real opposition you'd receive from Harry coming by the house is from Ron."

"Oh I know. Just an old man's pipe dreams," Arthur said. "You know sometimes when I go home in the evenings I expect to see your mother in the kitchen cooking, fussing about whatever trouble Fred and George got into that day, and chasing Ron out of the kitchen."

"I know you miss her," Ginny said sadly. "We all do."

"I know you all worry about me, too, but you shouldn't. I'm the one who should be worrying about all of you. You think I'm too old to notice, but I can still tell when my children aren't happy." Ginny's jaw dropped at the words coming out of her father's mouth. "Don't look so surprised. If I know anything, it's my children. I know you were fairly depressed all last year, and I can't blame you. I know how many memories Hogwarts holds for you. I know Ron is miserable, even though he'd never admit it. He misses Harry and Hermione, but he's too proud to try and work things out. I know the only thing keeping Charlie from going back to work with the dragons is Tonks. I know that if it wasn't for her he'd probably have gotten himself killed by now. I know a lot, Ginny. I'm just not your mother; I'm going to let my children work out their problems on their own unless they ask for my help."

Ginny stared at her father, unsure of how to respond. "Dad?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"Help me fix our family."

"Just tell me what you want me to do," Arthur replied.

"I guess we should start on Ron. Just make him talk to you when you're at the house together. Try and find the old, fun loving, high spirited Ron I grew up with," Ginny said.

"I'll try and work on him. Now, you go and take care of whatever it is you need to do today."

"Alright. Bye, Dad."

"Bye Ginny."

After leaving her father's office, Ginny headed towards the Minister's office. She was sidetracked, however, when she saw the sign marking the Auror's offices. On an impulse, she got off the lift she had been on and went looking for Tonks. It didn't take her long to find the Auror with bright pink hair, sipping on a cup of coffee and reading the paper in one of the lounges.

"Wotcher, Ginny!" Tonks exclaimed. "What brings you my way?"

"Well, I missed you at dinner the other night, so I thought I'd stop by and say hello," Ginny explained.

"Well, I wish I could have been there, but you know what it's like for me. I never know when I'm going to get called in for an assignment," Tonks said.

"Well, I guess it's my fault anyway. I mean, I am the one who said Harry couldn't leave the manor."

"Well, we had fun just hanging out. I miss not going to his games while he's in training," Tonks said happily. Ginny's eyes grew wide and she smiled broadly. Tonks frowned. "You didn't know any of that, did you?"

"Well I had guessed that you were the one assigned to stay with Harry this weekend, but I didn't know about the games. It would fit with the things I do know, however," Ginny said. "So what else can you tell me about Harry that I don't already know?"

"Not a thing," Tonks said, her jaw set firmly.

"Oh come on! If you were with Harry this weekend, you know why his room is almost completely bare. You know why he needs a guard with him. You know why he's not healthy looking. Just tell me, maybe I can help," Ginny urged her friend.

"I can't tell you. Minister Bones has all matters concerning Harry held under the tightest security. If you want to know, you'll either have to get Harry to tell you, or get clearance from Minister Bones. And even if you get clearance, you'd still have to have Harry's permission to see his file," Tonks explained patiently.

"Well then it's a good thing I'm going to see Minister Bones this afternoon. I have to talk to her about Harry anyway, I'll just ask for clearance while I'm there," Ginny said stubbornly.

"I just don't know if I think that's the best idea," Tonks said nervously. "You really hurt Harry before. I don't know if he could handle it if you hurt him again. It may be best if you're involved with Harry's case as little as possible."

"Maybe you should let Harry decide what's best," Ginny said, her anger growing. "For all I know, you told Harry to stay away from me before!"

"I did nothing of the sort!" Tonks exclaimed. "In fact, I urged Harry to come back to the Burrow with me to work things out before it was too late."

"And now it's too late?" Ginny asked.

Tonks sighed. "That's not what I'm saying at all. You haven't been there the last year; you weren't there when he hit rock bottom. You weren't there when his magic…" Tonks shook her head. "You just weren't there for him when he needed his friends; when he needed his family."

"What happened to his magic?" Ginny asked quickly.

"I'm sorry, I can't say. But promise me, if you do find out everything, make sure you're in for the long haul."

Ginny furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"

Tonks sighed again. "I mean, if you gain Harry's trust again, make sure you don't let him down this time."

"I didn't intentionally let him down last time," Ginny said quietly.

"Regardless of what you meant to do, you did hurt him. Just tread lightly. No matter what he may say, he's still very fragile emotionally."

"I will."

"If you wanted to go see Minister Bones, I think she had some free time this afternoon. You could probably catch her if you go now."

"Thanks. I'll see you around, Tonks."

"See you."

Ginny sat in the Minister's office, waiting for Minister Bones to finish a Floo call. The longer she sat, the more nervous she became. After what felt like an eternity, Minister Bones returned to her desk and sat down across from Ginny.

"Well, Miss Weasley, what can I do for you this afternoon?" she asked politely.

"Well," Ginny began, "I'm sure you know I'm working with the National Quidditch team."

"Of course."

"Well, on Friday they're all supposed to go to the team healer for checkups. Harry told me that he could only see a healer that was approved by you first," Ginny explained.

"That's correct. It's not a problem at all. I'll just have one of the approved healers come by the manor Friday morning," Minister Bones replied. "Is that all?"

Ginny took a deep breath. "No. I want to request clearance to view Harry's file. Working with him on such a personal basis I've come across several issues that need to be addressed, yet I can't be informed as to what the actual problems are. It's creating a problem for both of us."

"I don't know if that is the best idea. Very few people know about Harry's case."

"Please," Ginny urged. "I need to know. For the good of the team," she added quickly.

Minister Bones stood up from her desk and began to pace the room. "Miss Weasley, are you aware that I was a member of the Order?"

"No, I wasn't."

"And there's a good reason for that. If it had gotten out that I was working with Dumbledore, I would have lost my job at the Ministry and the Order would have lost one of the best informants they had. Sometimes, the fewer people that know something, the better off everyone is."

"But this might not be one of those times," Ginny insisted, feeling more and more like a child with every passing moment.

"I don't think you realize the gravity of the situation you want to become involved in," Minister Bones said. "And I'm not ignorant of your prior personal relationship with Harry, but he has obviously trusted you enough to fill you in on some things already."

"He has told me a few things, but he feels like he's being restricted on what he can tell me by the regulations you set," Ginny replied.

"Are you sure he actually wants to tell you? Or is he just looking for an excuse not to?" Minister Bones asked politely.

"I'd like to think he wants to tell me," Ginny said quietly. The minister turned her back to Ginny and it looked like she was holding a conversation with a portrait on the wall. Ginny couldn't tell who the portrait was of from where she was sitting.

"Miss Weasley, are you aware of the process for being cleared to view Harry's file?" the minister asked.

"No 'mam."

"The first step is like the normal clearance for being given a ministry job. We check into your history, talk to friends, family members, professors; nothing you should have a problem with. The second phase is you must be approved by fifty percent of the Wizengamot, like anyone must for important Ministry issues. Again, with your history during the war, I doubt it would be hard for you to acquire the necessary votes."

"I appreciate you saying so," Ginny said honestly.

"But the next step is where you'll start to have problems. There are currently fifteen people who have clearance to view Harry's file, and you'd have to be approved by all fifteen. Ten of those people are former members of the order, and the other five are his healers and my personal staff. If you had asked for this clearance a year ago, I'm sure it would have been granted automatically. However, after the events the occurred after the war, you may have some problems. These are all people who are looking out for Harry's best interests; people who would do anything in their power to keep him from getting hurt again."

Ginny looked at the minister. "Tonks is one of those fifteen, isn't she?"

Minister Bones nodded. "She is, and so am I. If you are able to attain that approval, then you only have to have one more person accept you."

"Who is that?" Ginny asked.

"Harry."

"Oh," Ginny said softly. "Minister, if you had to make a decision right now, would you approve me?"

"I don't know. I'll have to give this a lot of thought. We haven't added anyone new to Harry's case in almost six months. I guess I'd have to talk to Harry and see how he felt," Minister Bones answered.

"I can respect that," Ginny replied automatically. "I'm assuming this means you're going to submit my name for clearance?"

Minister Bones sighed. "If you are this insistent, then yes. I'm warning you though, the process could take a week or it could take over a month."

"I understand. Is there anything I can do to expedite the process?" Ginny asked.

"Short of having Harry himself request your clearance, no."

"Alright," Ginny said dejectedly.

"Well, Miss Weasley, I have a lot of work to attend to. If you ever need anything again, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, Minister. Have a nice day."

Ginny tried to stop in on Charlie before leaving the Ministry, but like Ron he was out of the office. When she arrived back at the manor, she found Tank sitting alone in the living room reading a book.

"We were wondering where you got to," Tank said smiling.

"I had to go into the ministry to try and work out this whole Harry healer situation," Ginny explained.

"Well, I told the house elves to save you some lunch."

Ginny smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, it's been a long day and I'm starving. Where is everyone?"

"Well, Harry is upstairs in his room doing Merlin knows what, and the rest of them are still outside with Mason. Apparently, they're not working as a unit, so Mason's been torturing them since lunch," Tank explained.

"Well, why don't you come sit with me in the dining room while I eat?" Ginny suggested.

"I think I'll do that." Tank followed Ginny into the dining room and they sat down together at the table.

"Dobby?" Ginny called.

The house elf appeared before her happily. "Yes, Miss Wheezy?"

"Could you gather some food for me? Nothing too big, just something to tide me over until dinner," Ginny asked.

"Certainly, Miss Wheezy. Dobby is happy to do anything for you!" Dobby disappeared and quickly reappeared with a plate of food. "Will that be all?"

"Yes, thank you." Dobby nodded and disappeared again.

"Was that the same Dobby that Harry was talking about the other day?" Tank asked curiously as Ginny bit into a sandwich.

"Yes," Ginny said with her mouth full. She blushed at her bad manners and swallowed. "I mean, yes. Oh! But you can't tell Harry he's here! It's a long story, but that house elf is obsessed with taking care of Harry, and if Harry found out he was here Dobby would be punishing himself for weeks. That's one of the reasons why I was so upset when you switched rooms. Dobby was trying to look out for Harry, and he had a complete meltdown when he was missing. Dobby means well, but he really can be quite a pain in the arse."

"Well, we should have told you about changing rooms. I can just tell how much Harry hurts, and I wanted to try and do something to make him feel better," Tank said. "Plus, I really wanted him to trust me. I know he's fairly alone in the world, and I'd like to a person he can depend on."

"You and me both," Ginny admitted. "Although you'll probably have an easier time of it than me, I've already lost his trust once."

"It sounds like you two have a complicated history," Tank said slowly.

Ginny sighed. "The understatement of the century."

"Would it help to talk about it?" Tank asked.

"I don't know," Ginny replied. "When Mum was alive, she could always tell right away when something was bothering me. She would nag me until I talked to her about what was wrong. I always hated it before, but now I miss it."

"Life's funny like that," Tank said. "Sometimes the things you miss the most are the things you took for granted. My brother and I were so competitive with each other; he was always trying to out do me. It drove me insane. But then once he was gone, I missed it. I realized that our competition was what drove me to work harder; what made me a better Quidditch player and a better person. It's really hard to play without thinking about him. I haven't told anyone, but that's one of the reasons I'm retiring."

"I'm sorry. I know how much it hurts to lose someone you love," Ginny said.

"My brother led a good life, and I got to enjoy most of it with him. Don't feel sorry for me, feel sorry for his kids. They're so young, they'll never really even remember him," Tank said sadly.

"I guess I'm fortunate in that way. I got the chance to really know my mum. I'll be telling my kids bedtime stories about how their grandmum died fighting like a heroine," Ginny said proudly.

"That's what's important, you know," Tank said, "honoring their memory instead of feeling bad for ourselves."

"It's just so much easier to say than to do. My family really has fallen apart since she and Bill died. Today I took the first steps to trying to put things back together."

"Good," a voice called from the doorway.

Ginny turned around. "Harry!"

"I guess that means you took my advice," he replied as he sat down with them at the table.

"I went to visit with my dad, and he really surprised me with how perceptive he is. All this time I thought he was clueless, but he was just trying to let us work out our problems on our own," Ginny explained.

"I guess that's why he and your mum made such a good team. His willingness to let things be helped balance out her need to get involved," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Well, hopefully between the two of us we'll be able to pull everyone back together," Ginny said.

"I don't know your dad, but I have faith in you," Tank said honestly. "I believe you can do anything you put your mind to."

"I do too, Gin," Harry added.

Ginny's cheeks turned pink. "Thank you."

"It isn't hard to believe in you," Harry admitted.

"It's just hard to trust me," Ginny said quietly.

Harry sighed. "The world isn't just made up of black and white."

"I wish you two could just get past all of this. I'm not going to pretend to understand what happened, but it's obvious to everyone how much you care about each other. If you didn't care, you couldn't hurt each other so much," Tank said.

"I do care, Gin," Harry said. "It's just hard."

"I know," Ginny replied. "Trust me; my life would be a lot simpler if I didn't care."

"Well at least you two can agree on something. Harry, why don't you come outside and watch how practice is going with me," Tank suggested.

"But…"

Tank raised an eyebrow at Harry. "We can talk for a bit."

"Oh, okay," Harry said. They both stood up from the table. "Later, Ginny."

"Bye," Ginny called as she watched them walk out of the dining room. "We're making progress, Harry. And hopefully, I'll be able to find out all of your secrets soon."

A/N Okay, well this has been a busy holiday season already! This chapter hasn't been by my beta, but when I get the chapter back from him I'll probably repost it with any changes. Sorry this chapter is late, and I'm only planning on updating once this week because of Christmas coming up. Thanks as always for your reviews and your continued support of my story. I hope everyone has a happy holiday season! FYI, I'm currently writing the chapter with Hermione, so it's coming eventually!