A/N – Let's settle this here and now people, LOUISE IS GOING TO MAKE AN APPEARANCE. Lol, just want everyone to see that. So no more questions asking me if she is or not, I can't take it! Oh, and HARRY AND CATHERINE WILL NOTGO OUT. Last chapter was the most H/C you will ever see.
Enjoy!
Oh yes, the story WILL have a happy ending! How many times do I have to tell you guys? Geez…
Thanks to my wonderful beta's: Nesserz & luvhp224
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Ch 15 – Sunrise Never Failed Us Yet
Dedication: This chapter is for you Happynutcase – you know what I mean ;)
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"Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget,
That sunrise never failed us yet."
--Celia Thaxter
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Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Ginny's eyes shot open and she turned her head to look out the window. She smiled at the sight of a snowy white owl hovering patiently outside her window, holding an envelope. She sat up and blinked, forgetting that she had spent the night at the Burrow again. Reaching over to the window, she pushed it open and smiled as Lou swooped in, depositing the letter on her desk.
"Hey Lou," she crooned, stroking the owl's soft white feathers while reaching for the letter. Surprisingly, she was in a fairly good mood. Instantly recognising the Ministry seal on the front of the letter, a slight sense of foreboding came over her. This couldn't be good, Ginny thought, opening the letter with bated breath.
Dear Ms Weasley,
It is with regret and sadness that we inform you of our decision to remove you from the educational centre, Enfantes, commencing tomorrow and until further notice. From precisely 12:00 A.M tomorrow morning, you are prohibited from stepping inside the building or approaching any of the students or in the premises. Please take note that this is due to numerous anonymous complaints from the concerned public. Consider yourself fortunate for this light punishment.
If you have reason to disagree with this decision, please do so at the Department for Legal and Business Issues of Magic.
Have a lovely weekend!
Yours Sincerely,
Gregorio Toadstool
Legal and Business Issues of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
Ginny read the letter several times to enable the news to sink in, hardly breathing. She let out a short breath after reading for the seventh time, so shocked she was unable to cry or become upset. It was too hard to believe that she no longer had a job, no longer had any money to pay for things. She dropped the letter and looked around the room distractedly, as if trying to find something that would tell her what to do.
A knock at her door interrupted her harried thoughts. She tried to hide the letter under her blanket, but Mrs Weasley had already stepped into the room.
"Good morning," her mother said, obviously surprised to see her daughter awake. "I was just going to wake you but - oh! You got a letter! Who is it from, dear?"
"Oh, er nothing," Ginny said quickly, as her mother reached for the letter. "It's just a little - note from the Ministry."
Her mother's eyes darkened. "Oh. The Ministry. Load of old-fashioned biased. . ." she trailed off, regaining her composure and opening the letter. "What are they complaining about this time?" she muttered, running her eyes over the letter. Ginny bit her lip and stared determinedly out the window, waiting for the explosion.
It never came though and she turned slowly to see her mother holding the letter looking devastated, but there was something else, too. It was relief. Ginny knew why her Mum was relieved; it meant she wouldn't have to ask to borrow money off her daughter, something she would have been ashamed to do now that Ginny was going to have her own money troubles.
"Sweetie," Mrs Weasley said with difficulty, searching for something to say.
"Don't, Mum. I don't want to talk about it," Ginny said. She had just taken a proper look at her mother's face, it was tired and worn; too much so. She looked ill, too, pale.
"Just remember Ginny, the sun has never failed us yet," her Mum said before planting a kiss on her daughter's head and walking out.
Ginny stared after her mother, wanting to say a million things and how much she loved her, but speech, for once, failed her. She sighed and threw on her clothes from yesterday, shivering in the cool temperature as her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. She slipped downstairs, padding softly into the kitchen. No one was around; Ginny guessed her parents were talking in their bedroom.
Grabbing some Floo powder, she threw it over the fire. "Diagon Alley!" she said as quietly as possible, not wanting her parents to know where she was going.
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For some unknown reason, it felt strange stepping into the sunlit Diagon Alley. As usual, the number of people able to squeeze into the area amazed her, as well as the amount of noise. But it was so normal, something Ginny hadn't been experiencing lately. All feelings of normalcy and routine had disappeared without a trace a while ago.
She headed into Muggle London, walking through the Leaky Cauldron and giving a half-hearted wave to Tom the innkeeper on her way out. The Muggle world had a different feeling to the wizarding world, Ginny decided as she headed towards her favourite coffee shop. It had a more detached and reserved feeling, while the wizarding world felt more connected and warm. Everyone knew everyone.
The aroma of coffee beans hit her like freight train when she entered the coffee shop, and she ordered her coffee and took a seat at a table by the window. She watched a small boy yelling at this mother over a spilt ice cream at a table outside; he was red in the face from yelling so loudly and several people from other tables were looking at him. The nervous and annoyed looking mother was trying to shut him up in vain, even resorting to smacking him.
"Ms Weasley?"
Ginny looked away from the boy and mother and into the steady blue eyes of a young, brown-haired woman, looking at her questioningly.
"Er, yes – hi," Ginny stammered, hoping she wasn't supposed to know this woman, and not knowing if she was a muggle or a wizard.
The woman pushed her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose, smiling brightly. "Hi," she said as she stuck her hand out. "I'm Shannon."
"Um. . ." Ginny stammered, at a complete loss at what to say. "Hi," she repeated.
"Don't worry; I'm not a muggle or anything," Shannon said easily, grinning, oblivious to people around her giving her strange looks at her loud voice and what she was saying.
"Oh," Ginny squeaked, finally sticking out her hand. Shannon gave her a firm, friendly shake and plonked herself down in the seat opposite Ginny.
"Sorry to barge in on you like this, but I just saw you sitting there and had to say something," Shannon said.
"T-that's fine – but --" Ginny paused hesitantly. "Who are you?"
"Oh, silly me. I work at the Ministry, part of the reason I knew your face." Shannon gave another bright smile. "You're not at high respect with the Ministry at the moment."
Ginny moaned and looked away. "Story of my life," she muttered.
"No, no. Part of the reason I wanted to talk to you was to say I believe you; I've heard about you for years. You're not the type to do anything like they say you have. I wouldn't put it past those slimy Peterson's though." Shannon wrinkled her nose distastefully.
I like this woman, Ginny thought to herself. "Me neither, but thanks for the vote of confidence," Ginny said warmly.
"It's fine. I take it they've told you that they're firing you."
Ginny gave a false, sombre laugh. "The term they used was 'decision to remove you from the educational centre, Enfantes.' But how do you know that?" she asked.
"Everything spreads quickly at the Ministry. From talking chipmunks to Voldemort's defeat." Ginny raised her eye at the woman's choice of words. She was like no one she had ever met. Shannon continued."I work in the Department for Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. I see your father around a lot, although I'm not going to an--" she stopped abruptly, giving Ginny a pitying look.
"Not going to what?"
"No nothing, I was just saying how your father deals with the actual artifacts. I deal with the Muggles, even when they're dead. Which is most of the time," she added wryly.
Ginny smiled wanly; the woman appeared to have no qualms about dealing with dead people. "That's nice," was all she said.
Shannon's face softened and she gave Ginny another pitying look. "Well, I'd best be off; bloody Ministry." She got up and swooped down to give Ginny a hug, much to Ginny's shock. The hug wasn't at all awkward though; it felt like one between two close friends, the waitress placing Ginny's coffee on the table gave Shannon a weird look.
Shannon turned to leave, but Ginny called her back.
"Yeah?" she asked, her eager face curious.
"It's Ginny, to my friends. Not Ms Weasley."
Shannon gave a brilliant grin and leaned down to give Ginny another stifling, firm hug. "Thanks Ginny. I'll see you around." She walked out, giving a wave through the glass. Ginny smiled, feeling in a much better mood.
She took a sip of her coffee, and grimaced; it tasted disgusting. She wondered why she had never heard of or seen Shannon before. Or why her Dad had never mentioned her.
"Ginny, darling!" a fake, bouncy voice called loudly. "What a lovely surprise!"
Why is it that whenever I am finally in a good mood she comes along? Ginny groaned aloud and didn't turn around, hoping Bree would take the hint.
"Ginny!" she called again, closer this time.
No such luck.
Bree reached Ginny's table and sat down in the seat Shannon had been in only seconds before. "Honey, how are you? It has been, like, centuries since we've spoken!" Bree nodded dramatically, signalling the waitress. Ginny opened her mouth to give her a sharp reply but her voice caught in her throat when she saw a red, shame-faced Colin Creevy trailing after Bree.
She tried to catch her breath, tried to control her temper which was about to fly loose. It wasn't working well. These were the least two people she wanted to see.
"Hi Ginny," Colin mumbled, still staring at the ground. His camera was around his neck, the same place it had been all throughout school.
Ginny opened and closed her mouth, feeling like a bomb about to explode. How dare he talk to her after what he had lied about her in the papers!
"Now, Ginny darling," Bree began, snapping her fingers at the waitress to hurry her up. "Please tell me, is your marriage going down the drain?" Bree asked in a scandalised tone, leaning her elbows on the table and gazing at Ginny with wide eyes.
"Oh, and I heard about losing your job! How do you feel about that?" Bree continued, choosing to ignore Ginny's steadily increasing breathing rate. Colin saw the warning signs, however, and was backing away from the table. "And your brothers! Are you angry they've put your family in even more disgrace than you have? Tell me all about it."
Ginny looked down at her hand, it was actually shaking. She slowly moved her head back up to Bree's heavily made-up face, took a deep breath, and slapped her hard on the cheek.
"Bitch!" Bree snarled, rubbing her check.
Ginny stood up so quickly that her chair fell backwards with a clatter. "Oh no, Bree, you are the bitch! You think you have the right to speak to me after all the bullshit you write about me in your bloody magazine?! You think I will answer all your questions about my family with a smiling face?"
"You're just jealous of everything I have! Respect, money, a good job." Bree gave a sly smirk. "As a matter of fact, just a job will do. You don't have one anymore, remember?"
Ginny gave a cry of outrage, picked up her coffee and threw it all over Bree's expensive-looking dress. Bree screamed and tried to grab Ginny's neck over the table, tearing at Ginny's top. Colin was hastily trying to blend into the wall, looking pale.
"Don't you try and back away from me, Colin Creevey!" Ginny yelled, turning and glaring at him. "I thought you were my friend, but you're no better than her!" she accused him angrily, pointing her finger at the screaming Bree.
All the people in the restaurant weren't looking much less than stunned and the waitress was trying to hush Bree unsuccessfully.
"Ginny, I'm really sorry about that! I never said that!" Colin yelled back over the uproar.
"Bullshit you didn't! Why else would it be in the bloody paper?"
Bree was still shrieking at the waitress, furiously wiping napkins over her coffee-stained dress. "You're going to pay for this," she hissed, slapping the waitress's hands away. People were getting up and leaving the café. Ginny could feel someone tugging on her arm, trying to pull her away but she had completely lost her senses and she was saying anything that came flying into her head.
"I've already paid for it!" Ginny screamed at Bree as well as Colin. "You have no idea how fucking difficult you're making my life with all your false articles!"
"Ma'am, please be quiet," a man, who Ginny supposed was the manager, said. Someone was still tugging on her arm but she ignored it.
"Don't tell me to be quiet! Tell them to get out of this shop!" she yelled at him, tears of outrage in her eyes as she pointed at Colin and Bree.
"Please Miss, just pay for the coffee and leave." The manager begged.
Ginny gave another cry of frustration and picked up her purse, throwing whatever coins she had in there at the manager – not realising it was wizard money. "Take that, it was disgusting anyway!" she cried hotly, quivering with emotion. Colin was looking very remorseful, and Bree was staring daggers at her and someone was still pulling on Ginny's arm.
She yanked her arm away from the person and whipped around to face her offender. The last thing she expected to see was the furious green eyes of Harry Potter. "Come on, Ginny," he whispered tersely, grabbing her arm again. She was too shocked to protest as he half-dragged her out of the café.
She tore her arm out of his grasp as they walked down the busy sidewalk. "You had no right to behave like that!" Harry exclaimed angrily once they were far behind the café.
"I never would have if it wasn't for Bree," Ginny said coolly, looking away so he couldn't see her wet eyes. "What were you doing there anyway?"
"I was at a meeting for the World Cup at the Ministry and stopped by for something to eat, only to see you screaming at people inside some café," Harry replied.
"You have no idea -" Ginny said sharply, stopping abruptly to stand in the middle of the path and stare at him. "absolutely no idea what it was like sitting there while she knowingly taunted me about all the shit happening in my life. She knew exactly how I felt,how low we are on cash, how I've lost my job, all about Fred and George." She was trying hard not to collapse on the ground and cry.
Harry's heated face softened and he moved his arm, as if going to give her a reassuring pat, but thought better of it.
"She was rubbing it in my face Harry," she continued, unable to stop. "How she had everything I wanted. How I have no job and no respect."
"Please don't cry," Harry said, looking awkward. His authority had disappeared when she had stopped yelling; now he didn't know what to do.
"Can't," was Ginny's oddly muffled reply. "Everything is going wrong." She looked up at him, vulnerable. Harry's jaw tensed and he couldn't help but wrap her in his arms.
"Shh," He whispered. "Don't worry."
Ginny felt a tear run down her face and then there was no stopping them. They came pouring out; like they always did of late. "B-being silly." She sobbed into his shirt. "I'm getting your shirt wet."
Harry gave a chuckle. "You are," he agreed. She mumbled something he couldn't make out. "What?" he asked.
"You don't believe anything they're saying about me?" she stepped back a bit. "Don't you?" she asked hopefully.
"Gin, you always forget what the papers used to say about me. Bree Warren is basically a reincarnation of Rita Skeeter." Harry grinned wryly. "Except Rita unfortunately isn't dead yet."
Ginny laughed despite herself. "Of course I believe you," he continued. "You're basically family."
"Are you coming to the Burrow for lunch?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Ginny replied, hoping he wouldn't ask to Apparate there.
"Do you want to Apparate there?"
"I can't Apparate," Ginny said softly, going red in the face.
Harry didn't roll his eyes or sigh when she said this, like everyone else did when she declined Apparating because of her phobia. "Sure, we'll Floo then."
Ginny nodded. How could I have ever thought he was arrogant and cruel? He's the only one who truly understands.
"Have you -- have you seen Catherine today?" she asked tentatively.
Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm trying to avoid her." He saw Ginny's surprised look. "She wants us to be more than friends, and to tell the truth, I don't want to be."
"But. . . why?"
Harry looked uncomfortable. "Because I'm kind of hung up on someone else," he said quietly.
Ginny felt a bit strange, and she tried to think of any woman Harry Potter could be so 'hung up' on that he would turn down a beautiful woman like Catherine. She couldn't think of anyone. "Oh," she replied.
They walked in silence for a while, enjoying how they both were so comfortable without words. The Leaky Cauldron came into view and Ginny felt the urge to thank him.
"Thanks, Harry," Ginny whispered, as they kept walking, breaking the silence. Harry's hand slowly came down and linked fingers with hers, and she didn't protest.
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Impossible.
It was unaccountable. Purely inconceivable. Completely out of the question. Utterly unimaginable.
Yet he was seeing it right in front of him.
Either that, or he, Remus Lupin, was officially going mad.
He had caught sight of them while in a shop in Diagon Alley, strolling together and looking very relaxed. He had not gotten a good look at either of the pair and had been trying to see their faces for the past five minutes – very unproductively. He had thought he was going out of his mind, but the people were real enough.
It was Lily and James all over again.
He had the black hair and glasses, the thin and lean body. She had the vibrant red hair and tiny, yet strong figure. Remus had gasped as he saw them go by the shop, dropped the item he had been holding, and walked out of the shop after them.
At that moment the man stopped and looked back, his gaze sweeping by Remus's head into the distance. Remus gasped, instantly recognising the man. Whatever he was looking for he didn't find and his eyes traveled over for a split second, and back to the woman with him.
Remus waited.
The man's head snapped back around and he stopped walking.
"Remus?" he cried in a startled tone. The woman turned around too, and Remus' eyes widened for a second. I thought she was engaged to that Jason Banton fellow. What's she doing with Harry?
"Remus!" Harry yelled, barrelling over to the man and pulling him into a tight hug. Remus was the type of person you never felt uncomfortable hugging.
"Hello, Harry," Remus greeted him warmly, his eyes not quite hiding how happy he was to see him. "It must be almost six years now." How can they be so like Lily and James, yet so different? Able to see the two properly, he could see differences now that he hadn't from a distance. Harry had a more genial facial expression compared to James' proud face and Ginny was shorter than Lily with a different shade of red hair.
Harry stepped back and grinned. Ginny finally reached them, smiling brightly. "Remus! I thought you weren't back from America for another week!" she exclaimed.
"Came back early, they didn't need me at the Ministry there anymore," Remus replied, as Ginny gave the older man a friendly hug.
"You must come over to the Burrow for lunch," Ginny exclaimed joyfully. "Everyone hasn't seen you in months, they'll be so happy."
"I'd love to."
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It was a pretty dismal lunch; everyone was upset about the current problems at hand. Fred and George, who usually gave life to family lunches, were subdued and silent the whole time, only speaking when spoken too. They never laughed or smiled, and Angelina could be seen furiously muttering at Fred for his stupidity the entire time. Mrs Weasley put on a forced smile for everyone, but they could all see she just wanted to lie down. Catherine also tried to be cheerful, but it was hard when everyone refused to be happy. Even Sabine and Nate were miserable; they spent most of the time sleeping on their mother's laps.
The real problems, though, came after lunch, after Remus had left. Mr Weasley called them all in to the kitchen. Catherine and Harry remained outside, offering to help clean up leftovers from lunch. Angelina grabbed Fred, apologising because she wanted to talk to him privately.
The Weasley family, minus Fred and Angelina, squeezed into the tiny kitchen.
Mr Weasley had a very grave expression on his face. "I've called you all in here because something has happened, and you have a right to know." He paused momentarily as he looked around the room at everyone's anxious faces.
"Shouldn't Angelina and Fred be here then?" Charlie asked.
"I think Fred and Angelina are sorting out their problems upstairs," Mr Weasley answered, his grey hair looking even more so in the dim light.
"Yelling at each other is more like it," Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione elbowed him sharply. "What?" he whispered back at her, unabashed.
"I hope she'll be careful, she doesn't need any more stress with being pregnant," Mrs Weasley said worriedly.
"But the reason I wanted you all here today," Mr Weasley continued quietly, and everyone quieted just to hear him. "Is because things are going to become very difficult." He took a deep breath. "As you know, I'm dealing with an inquiry at the Ministry." He made a face. "They don't know 'where my loyalties lie' and er. . . I'm not positive if I'm going to be able to keep my job."
Ginny gasped; things were settling into place. Why her Mum had looked so sad this morning; it was because she already knew this. Why Shannon seemed to look at Ginny with pity and had stopped talking when her father came onto topic; she had already known too. Then her stomach plummeted, no wonder they were thinking of asking for money.
They were going to have no income now; they were going to have to rely on Fred and George, herself included now. Charlie and Bill weren't rich either. Ron couldn't keep a galleon if it was glued to him. No one would dare ask Percy, it would mean too much talking.
"T-they can't do that," Ron stammered, obviously shocked and looking around hopelessly. "Can they?"
"They can and they will," Mrs Weasley said grimly. "The Ministry doesn't want people who are having trouble, whose family is in the papers constantly and not for good reasons either. It's those horrible Peterson's influencing them, though."
"I should probably tell you all then," Ginny spoke up. "I've been fired from Enfantes; I'm not allowed anywhere near it. And --" she couldn't say it, couldn't bear to. But she must.
"I've postponed the wedding. My wedding." Instantly everyone began crying out his or her protests.
"No Ginny!"
"Oh Gin, you can't do that!"
"I have to," she said as calmly as she could, but her hands were shaking. "I can't get married with everything like this." She sought out her mother's eyes; Mrs Weasley was nodding, her eyes filled with grief. She felt a tear leak out unexpectedly and she wiped it away.
George cleared his throat, looking like he was about to say something they wouldn't like. "I suppose I should tell you now then, before you learn from someone else." He smiled ironically. "And everyone else is confessing."
"Me and Fred have to close the shop." He let everyone protest and exclaim in outrage before continuing in a low voice. "They came into the shop today, a bunch of Ministry people, led by Mark Peterson. They said our products weren't safe and we were ordered to close. That's why Angelina is so upset, she's tried complaining at the Ministry, but it hasn't worked. I expect all this will be in the paper tomorrow."
"Well," Mrs Weasley sighed. "It could have been worse."
George looked uncomfortable. "It is,"
Everyone stopped.
"What?" Mrs Weasley whispered.
"There's more," George said uneasily, looking like he wished his twin was here.
"Oh George. . . I don't know how much more I can't take. What else is there?" Mrs Weasley said dimly.
"We've. . ." George stopped, closing his eyes. "We've been sued. Because of Tommy, what happened to him."
Silence.
"H-how much?" Ginny found herself asking.
George winced. "8000 Galleons. He's still in a coma."
Mrs Weasley paled. "We can't afford that," She looked around distressfully. "We cannot afford that."
"I know," George replied, staring at the floor.
Mrs Weasley opened her mouth but she was interrupted by a loud thump and a cry from upstairs, followed by more bumps. "Now what was that?" she asked herself, heading over to the hallway. "Arthur," she pleaded, looking at her husband before going to see the source of the noise.
Mr Weasley nodded and cleared his throat, his eyes were red along the edges. "Look," he began, looking tired. "Things are going to be difficult. We're just going to have to stick together. We're Weasley's, we'll get through this. We ju-"
He was cut off by another dismayed cry and he looked towards the doorway, obviously worried. "Will one of you go check on your mother?"
But there was no need, as Mrs Weasley came running back into the kitchen. She was gasping.
"What?" Ginny asked. "What is it?" she repeated in a high-pitched voice.
Mrs Weasley looked at her husband, completely hysterical. "Get help Arthur, it's Angelina."
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