A/N – Terribly sorry about the delay, I'm not going to bother with excuses. Excuses are annoying. Anyway, I am sorry and hopefully you will enjoy this (long) chapter. ;) Oh and PS – Shannon isn't Louise lol.

Thanks to my wonderful beta's: Nesserz & Luvhp224

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Ch 16 – Only an Accident

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Last chapter:

"What?" Ginny asked. "What is it?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.

Mrs Weasley looked at her husband, completely hysterical. "Get help Arthur, it's Angelina."

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Ginny leaned back against the wall, trying not to fall asleep. She was sitting on a small, uncomfortable wooden chair in St Mungo's, waiting for the news on Angelina. She and her entire family had been waiting for hours while the Healers examined the unconscious Angelina. It was now close to midnight, it was her turn to watch while everyone else went to the guest lounge to get some sleep, or some coffee to stay awake for updates on Angelina's condition. Fred was one of those people.

Ginny closed her eyes, trying not to picture Angelina lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs at the Burrow, her neck twisted in a funny position and her arm bent abnormally behind her back. But it was the amount of blood that she saw every time she closed her eyes, every time she did something. The blood pooling over the stairs, coming from Angelina.

Coming from Angelina's baby.

Ginny shuddered and pulled her sweater tighter over her shoulders, wondering how much worse things were going to get. She looked up as she heard footsteps coming down the hall, and gave a half-hearted smile as her mother approached her.

"Any news on Angelina?" Mrs Weasley asked her daughter when she reached her.

Ginny shook her head, shivering again. "No one has even come out the door." She informed her, talking about the door in front of them, the door to the room where Angelina was.

"Oh dear." Mrs Weasley sighed, wringing her hands. "Fred's blaming himself, of course. You should see him Ginny, he's walking around like a dead person."

"I knew he would," Ginny admitted softly, thinking of her brother's horrified face as he looked down at his wife from the top of the stairs. They both turned as more footsteps were heard and Fred himself could be seen shuffling towards them.

"Here he comes," Mrs Weasley said, looking at her son with pity. "Try not to mention. . . her." She warned her daughter, speaking about Angelina.

"I know, I know." Ginny said, giving her own look of pity at her brother trudging towards them. Mrs Weasley nodded and walked in Fred's direction, stopping momentarily to give him a motherly pat on the shoulder before continuing to where the rest of the family was in the waiting area.

Fred reached Ginny and didn't say anything, only stared at the door where his wife had gone being levitated on a stretcher.

"Has there been any news?" he asked in an emotionless, hollow voice.

"No," Ginny said. She wished she could tell him different, but there was nothing else to say. Fred nodded and sat down next to her, his head in his hands.

"It's all my fault," he whispered.

"No it's not!" she exclaimed, horrified.

Fred looked at her suddenly. "No!" he shouted. "You don't get it! It is my fault. . . it is."

"W-what?" Ginny said.

Fred was breathing hard. "We were fighting at the top of the stairs. She was angry at me and George for what we did. . . to Tommy Peterson." He closed his eyes, remembering. . .

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"How could you do this?" Angelina hissed. "How could you?"

"We didn't plan it!" Fred protested.

"But you still did it! You know we can't handle something like this, and now you come and tell me we've been sued!"

"We'll manage, we always do." Fred argued, reaching out a hand to her shoulder. She shrugged it off, glaring at her husband.

"No we won't Fred. We can't afford it this time, especially with the baby." She said angrily. Fred opened his mouth to give a reply but she turned around, going back downstairs.

Neither of them saw it coming. The top step had always been a bit crooked, and everyone knew to skip it. But in her anger, Angelina forgot about it. Her heel caught on the edge of it, and Fred watched in horror as she let out a cry of horror before tumbling down the stair and landing on her stomach, her neck twisted at an odd angle.

Fred gave a cry, but he couldn't move. He was frozen in position, too shocked to even breathe.

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"Oh Fred. . ." Ginny said, reaching over and hugging her brother. "It wasn't your fault. It was an accident, a horrible one, but an accident."

"If she hadn't been angry at me, she wouldn't have forgotten about the step. She wouldn't have tripped."

"Shh." Ginny whispered, still hugging him firmly. "It's going to be fine."

"It's not, it's not." He kept repeating, shaking his head. Ginny bit her lip and stared at the ground, still holding her brother.

The door opened, the door they had been waiting to open for hours now. A middle-aged, balding man with a hesitant face stepped out and walked up to them.

"Mr Weasley?" he asked cautiously, peering down at Fred.

Fred's head snapped up instantly. "Yes, yes that's me. How is she? Is she all right? Can I see he-"

"Mr Weasley, your wife will be fine. She's still unconscious but she should wake up soon. She has a twisted shoulder blade however, that we can't fix. So that will heal in about a month perfectly."

"And. . . and the baby?" Ginny found herself asking.

"We're fairly certain the baby is fine too." The Healer said with a smile.

Fred let out a huge sigh of relief and Ginny did the same. "Oh thank goodness." She said.

"Well, I'll go and tell everyone else then." Ginny said as she got up off the chair. Her back hurt from sitting in the chair for so long.

Fred nodded and looked hopefully at the door where Angelina had disappeared into. The Healer saw the look and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but she's not in the position to be seeing anyone right at this moment. I'll send someone to tell you when she can though." He said. Fred sighed and sunk in his seat again, though he was looking less miserable now at the good news.

Ginny walked down the long white corridors, feeling relieved she would be able to tell her family good news. She doubted that anyone would go home yet though, they were just too much of a family to leave. A blonde-haired woman was walking towards her from the opposite direction, and Ginny instantly recognised her. She groaned inwardly.

Olivia Peterson. Tommy's mother.

Of course, Ginny thought. She's here for Tommy, he must still be in a coma. Ginny kept walking, expecting the older woman to say something, or at least acknowledge her. But she didn't, Olivia Peterson just raised her nose higher in the air and completely ignored the redhead.

Ginny was fuming as she kept walking furiously towards the steps. The least she could do was pretend she existed! She had taught Olivia's child for over a year, didn't that count for anything?

When she reached the lounge area, she smiled when she saw her family draped over the chairs and couches, sleeping soundly. She wished she could do the same. She went over to wake them up but something made her stop in the doorway, made her appreciate her family even more. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it made her feel warm.

There was her Dad, sleeping while sitting upright. His head was tilted to one side and resting on his eldest son's shoulder. Charlie's head was lolling back on the back of the couch, and his mouth was parted. Sabine was huddled in a small ball on her mother's lap, and Fleur was holding Bill's hand as he sat on a chair in front of them. George was spread out over a coffee table and his legs dangled on a chair, he was snoring slightly. Nate had is arms loped around Penny's neck and she was lying on Percy's chest. Mrs Weasley was resting on an armchair, her hands folded in her lap. Ron and Hermione were squished together on a small chair, but they both looked content in each other's arms.

Ginny smiled, her eyes watering. They were all tied together; there was no escaping each other. And thank goodness for that.

Then her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped slightly. What was he doing here? Ginny stared at him, the messy dark-haired man, wearing glasses, sitting in a small chair in the corner. He was obviously deeply asleep, judging by how uncomfortable he looked. No one could sit like that and be awake. She stared at him, wondering when Harry had gotten here.

"Ginny?"

Ginny started and looked around to see her father looking at her quizzically.

"Hi Dad," she whispered, careful not to wake anyone.

"Is anything wrong?" Mr Weasley asked.

"Actually, no. It's all good news," Ginny said.

Mr Weasley brightened visibly. "Lovely, is she awake then?"

Ginny hesitated. "Er, no, she's not." She rushed onwards. "But the doctors say she will come round soon, and the baby will be fine. Oh, but Angelina has a bit of a twisted shoulder or something, but that will heal by itself in about a month. They fixed all the other breaks."

"Ah, wonderful," Mr Weasley said, looking around them room. "I expect everyone will want to know then."

"I think they would prefer to sleep," Ginny said.

"I suppose you're right, dear," Mr Weasley answered, getting up slowly off the couch. "I think I'll go see Fred though."

Ginny nodded and watched him walk out of the room and up to where his son was waiting. If anyone can cheer Fred up, it's Dad, she thought. She took a seat at the chair next to Harry, she needed some sleep too.

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Colin walked quietly down the dim corridors of St Mungo's, clutching his camera to his chest. He would die if Bree ever found out what he was doing; she would just take advantage of it, like she had with him.

He hadn't really known her at school; he tried to keep his distance from girls. They were too scary. But then, after he had gotten his job at the Daily Prophet, he had by chance met Bree Warren again. He fell hard and fast, and perhaps she knew, but she liked to pretend she didn't. Colin didn't want to love her, but it was so hard when she was there at every turn, cajoling and flirting with him. She never let him tell her about his feelings; she preferred to make him do things for her.

She used him.

And she'd been doing it for over a year now, using the photos he took for herself and putting them in her magazine that ruined people's reputations. No one knew he was the person who got the photos for Which Witch magazine, he would have been fired and so would have she. The Daily Prophet didn't allow it's photographers to take pictures for other papers or magazines. But Bree had talked him into it, and because he was so in love with her, he had agreed.

Like what she had written about Ginny. She had needed someone to say something about her, but no one had agreed, so she had made up something he had said and now Ginny was angry at him – even though he had never said or even thought that. But he couldn't do anything, because he just loved Bree too much.

Once he'd said that he wouldn't take anymore photos for her, because he felt so bad, but she had threatened never to speak to him again. He wouldn't of been able to bear that, so he had given in.

More than anything in the world, he wanted to be able to write in the Daily Prophet – as well as take pictures still. He wanted to write about the pictures he took. But Bree would take advantage of that too, and would force him to write stuff she wanted. Colin knew she would, she wanted more than anything to write for the Daily Prophet. So Colin kept turning down offers to write, fearing what Bree would make him do if she found out.

Yet somehow, he kept on loving her.

That's the reason he was keeping what he was doing now a secret from her, she would find some way to put it down, and then use it against people. St Mungo's had asked him to put together a calendar for them to raise money, with a picture for each month. He had said yes of course, and was now taking pictures of patients. He had decided to come tonight to get pictures of people sleeping, because that was when people were most vulnerable, and they didn't have a mask over their face.

"Excuse me," an unfamiliar voice said. Colin turned around to see a pretty, dark-haired woman looking at him.

"Er, hello." Colin said; a bit confused.

"I was wondering if you could tell me where Angelina Weasley can be found?" the woman asked.

Weasley? Colin thought in surprise. "Uh, well. . . I'm not a. . . I don't really. . . work here." He finished lamely.

The woman blushed instantly. "Oh Merlin, I'm such an idiot. Of course you don't, I should have known." She looked at his camera. "Especially when you're carrying that."

Colin laughed and nodded, and stuck out his hand. "I'm Colin Creevey, I work at the Daily Prophet, but right now I'm taking pictures for a calendar for this place."

"Hi," the woman said, and Colin noticed really how pretty she was in the dim light. "I'm Catherine Banton, sadly I'm not as important as you." She laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I'm sure you are." Colin said, liking this woman a lot. "But before, did you say Weasley?" he asked, remembering.

Catherine looked puzzled. "Oh, yes, I did," she said. "Do you know her?"

A chord struck in Colin's memory. Banton. Of course. "You're related to Jason Banton, aren't you? The guy who's getting married to Ginny Weasley."

Catherine nodded, grinning. "Yes! Yes, I'm his sister. How did you know?"

"Been friends with the Weasley's for years." Colin said, grinning back. He didn't mention about Ginny hating him at the moment though.

"They're a great family," Catherine said softly, meaning it.

"They are, especially with everything going on at the moment." Colin agreed, nodding his head. "But what happened to Angelina?"

Catherine looked upset. "She fell down the stairs, I think she's in a coma." She whispered.

"Oh Merlin," Colin breathed, eyes wide with shock. "When? Where?"

"At the Burrow, earlier this afternoon. They're worried about the baby."

"We have to find them, they're here aren't they?" Colin asked.

"Yes, the whole family is." Catherine said with a small smile. "They refuse to leave."

"Let's find them then," Colin said, beginning to walk down the corridor. Cath followed him.

"This place is so big," Catherine said, after fifteen minutes of fruitless searching.

"I know that's why I love it. There are so many photo opportunities." Colin said.

"You must really love photography." Catherine observed.

"I do, you should have seen me at school. People ran when they saw me coming, I just took photos of everything."

"Well it paid off," Cath said with a smile. "Look where you are now."

"Yeah." Colin said half-heartedly. Look where he was, giving his photos to a gossip columnist, letting her get away with writing lies and losing friends.

Cath shot him a look because of his tone, but didn't say anything. He thanked her silently for it.

She stopped suddenly in front of a doorway, a smile spreading across her face. She beckoned him and held a finger to her lips, pointing inside the doorway. Colin walked up beside her and found himself smiling too.

The whole Weasley family, sleeping in various positions, the red hair unmistakeable. Catherine moved as if to step inside, but Colin held out a hand to stop her. He pointed to his camera, and she nodded.

Colin raised his camera. It was just the most perfect photo, the Weasley family sleeping. He frowned when he saw Harry Potter in the corner, next to Ginny, but then smiled again. Harry Potter basically was a Weasley anyway. He took the picture, and a couple more. Catherine was smiling at him.

"You'll have to give me one." She said.

"I will." He promised, letting his camera hang back around his neck. They stared at each other for a second, neither looking away. Finally Catherine blushed, and looked pointedly into the room.

"I think someone's waking up." She said quickly. Colin felt himself blush as well and he looked into the room to see Sabine stir and start tugging on her mother's arm. Fleur woke instantly, lifting her head up and shushing her daughter. It was no use though, the entire family began opening their eyes and yawning.

"Any news?" Charlie asked no one in particular.

"She's going to be fine," Fred answered, stretching his arms. "The baby too," he added.

"Is she still in a coma?" Mrs Weasley asked worriedly.

"Yes, but she should wake up any time now." Fred said. "Ginny and I were there when the Healer came out to tell us. . ." he trailed off and looked around for his sister. They all looked to see her still sleeping in the chair next to Harry, who was sleeping too.

"It's no wonder," Mr Weasley said gently. "She's been awake longer than anyone else, and Harry fell asleep last."

Mrs Weasley suddenly swayed on the spot, and she went pale. Penny, who was closest to her, grabbed her immediately as Mrs Weasley swayed again.

"Oh my," Mrs Weasley said breathlessly, shaking. "I must have been sleeping oddly, I'm a bit wobbly." Then she noticed Colin and Cath in the doorway. "Oh hello!" she said. Everyone nodded a greeting, too tired to make a huge effort.

"Are you sure you're all right Molly?" Mr Weasley asked, coming over to his wife.

"Oh yes, I'm fine dear," Mrs Weasley said, giving her husband a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"But that happened the other night too," Mr Weasley reminded his wife. "Maybe we should see a doctor dear."

"Oh don't be silly Arthur, I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

"All right," Mr Weasley answered doubtfully, but he didn't let go of her.

"I'm going up to see if Angelina is awake." Fred announced, heading towards the doorway. Colin and Catherine nodded, following him. All the rest of the Weasley family filed out, leaving Harry and Ginny asleep in the waiting room.

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Where was she? It certainly didn't feel like her bed, it was much too lumpy.

And who was that snoring near her?

Ginny opened one eye tentatively, eye roaming over the crisp white hospital walls and furniture.

Of course. St. Mungo's.

Her eyes traveled to the person sleeping upright on one of the chairs, his dark hair almost covering his closed eyes. Harry looked very uncomfortable, actually. She wondered where the rest of her family was, and how she ended up on the couch when she had been on the chair in the corner. She studied Harry carefully, taking in his peaceful expression. He looked very young asleep, with his eyes closed and mouth relaxed he looked almost like a child.

She looked out the window, wondering what the time was. She guessed it was around two thirty in the morning, not the most wonderful time to be awake. She sighed, wishing she could sleep for a couple hundred years and wake up with all her worries gone.

Harry stirred beside her; she must have woken him up. She turned her head back to him, and jumped slightly when she saw him looking straight back at her in the dimly lit room.

"Good morning," he whispered, still staring at her.

"We'll see," Ginny said, forcing a small smile.

"It will be," he promised. "Stop being so negative. Whatever happened to the carefree Ginny from before?"

Ginny looked at him steadily, wondering why he was talking so. "That Ginny disappeared a long time ago Harry, long before any of this." She said finally, sounding defeated.

He nodded, but didn't look very convinced. Ginny opened her mouth, trying to think of something to say to him. She never did know with Harry, he had always been a puzzle. She hated silence, it was usually always awkward.

"Thankyou for being here," she tried to smile again. "It means a lot to all of us."

"Stop trying to fill silences Gin," Harry said, still not taking his eyes off her. She looked so defenceless and drained, it was all he could to not to take her into his arms. "They aren't meant to be filled all the time."

Ginny laughed dryly. "When did you become so wise?"

"I thought I was arrogant." Harry said, joking. He became serious. "I hate seeing you like this, you don't have any life in you."

"You're not arrogant. . . I was just angry." Ginny protested, but she did sound tired. "I do have life, just no energy to live it. It's just been so hard lately; I haven't had any time to-"

"Gin, shh." Harry whispered. "I know."

Ginny stopped, and she nodded. He was right, of course, not all silences were meant to be filled. She should appreciate someone who knew that and who she didn't need words with. Because he did know, and she loved that about him. He believed her without question. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away furiously. Crying was a weakness, she shouldn't cry.

But Harry saw the tear run down before it was wiped away and he got up and sat next to her. Ginny leant against him, closing her eyes so no more tears could escape.

And it was only seconds before she fell asleep in his lap, eyes wet.

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"Ginny, wake up! Ginny!" Rough hands were shaking her and she jerked awake, blinking rapidly in the dim light. She shot up, surprised to find Harry no longer on the couch – or even in the room – with her.

Hermione was standing over her, face pale and looking distressed. No one else was in the room.

"Whatsamatter?" Ginny asked groggily, it was still dark outside, though it was nearing sunrise.

"Ginny. . . it's Angelina."

She was wide awake now. "What? What happened?!"

Hermione's face was still upset. "Everything was f-fine, she was still sleeping but. . ." her voice wobbled. ". . . and then she started shaking, and, and all the Healers came running in and she went deathly pale and they ordered us all to leave the room. . . and and. . . now we don't know what's happening and if she's alright and. . ."

"B-but she was fine. . . the Healer told me she was fine!"

"I know, Gin, they told all of us too."

Ginny gasped and stood up. No, no. It can't be true! She ran out of the room and down the corridors, to where she knew the rest of her family would be. Hermione followed at her heels, still looking like this was all a horrible nightmare.

When she reached her family outside the door where Angelina was, they barely even reacted. Ron was talking quietly with Harry, while everyone else stared dumbly at the white wall in front of them.

Fred.

Fred was a shadow of his former self, there was no mischievous light twinkling in his eye for what seemed like the first time ever. It pained Ginny to seem him like this.

"Has there been any news?" Ginny whispered, not speaking loudly because it seemed like breaking a law somehow.

Only Mrs Weasley answered her, although Harry looked up and something like almost like warmth shone in his eyes when he saw her standing there. "Nothing dear, nothing at all." Her mother said. Mr Weasley patted his wife's hand.

"I'm sure it'll be fine dear." He cleared his throat and looked around. "It will be fine."

No one said anything else, and Ginny moved her head to stare back at Harry. Their eyes locked and held, neither turning away. She was beginning to feel nervous around Harry, and she refused to see why. It was some kind of look, some kind of touch, she wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that something had changed between them.

Footsteps.

Ginny turned her head to see the source of the footsteps. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw Colin and Catherine coming down the hallway, whispering to each other. Since when had they met?

Colin looked up and saw Ginny staring at them both, and he blushed and looked uncomfortable. She knew why too, because of what he had said about her in Bree's article. Ginny smiled at Catherine, who gave a wan smile back, but she pointedly ignored Colin.

"Jason is here," Cath whispered to Ginny when she reached the redhead.

"Here?" Ginny gaped. "Now?"

"Yeah, I think he found out about Angelina from Neville or Luna or something," Catherine answered, voice still a whisper. She chanced a look at everyone slumped on chairs and the wall behind Ginny and sighed.

"How. . . how is she?" Colin asked meekly.

"We don't know," Ginny answered flatly, looking at Catherine when she answered his question. She refused to even meet his eyes.

"Oh. . . right," Colin said, trailing off. Ginny pursed her lips.

"I'll go down and see him, then," Ginny said; half happy and half uneasy. She didn't know how this conversation was going to turn out. She yawned, hopefully she wouldn't fall asleep either; she was that tired.

When she reached the waiting room he was standing by himself at the window, staring out at tip of the sun on the horizon. It was that golden yellow colour only seen at sunrise, almost like a tiny splodge of warm, yellow butter. It was oddly entrancing.

She knocked softly on the door and walked into the room, he turned his head and looked at her. She looked back at him, wondering where that familiar rush that always hit her whenever she saw him was. She missed it.

He looked uncomfortable. Probably because he was; just like her.

"Hi."

"Hi." He answered, taking a step toward her. He then stepped backwards, obviously thinking better of it.

"I take it you know about. . .?" She let her words hang in the air.

"Yes, I meant to come early but I wasn't sure if it would be appropriate." Jason coughed, trying to cover his discomfort.

Ginny found herself smiling. "Of course it would be appropriate, they're basically all going to be your family soon."

Jason stared at her, shocked. "Y-you still want to get married?"

"Of course I do! I. . .never didn't want to," Ginny bit her lip, she had meant to say I love you, but what her mind and her mouth did were two different things.

". . . you still want to wait?" Jason asked, looking deflated.

She closed the distance between them, holding him in a hug. "I need to wait Jason, way too many things are happening to even think about getting married now."

He sighed. "I know."

They stood there for a second, held together in a hug. Ginny was content just to be held, thought she tried to make her mind block out being held by another person just a few hours ago. A certain green-eyed man.

"Ginny. . . can you honestly tell me there is nothing going on between you and that Harry Potter fellow? Because. . . that's all the papers are saying."

Ginny blinked angrily. "Not 'all the papers', just bloody Bree Warren and that silly Which Witch magazine!"

"So there's nothing happening?"

"I. . ." Was there? Was there anything happening? She saw herself holding hands with Harry in Diagon Alley that day she had broke down in public, Harry carrying her through the fire home to her family while she was sobbing in his arms, Harry holding her while they danced that one night, Harry holding her in the hospital chair as she fell asleep.

I don't know, she thought in shock. I don't know what is happening. I've lost myself.

"I. . ." she repeated again. "No, of course not." Jason nodded, obviously relieved. But her heart was thumping, because she knew that was a lie. Something was happening; the thing was she didn't know what.

Hurried footsteps prevented Jason from replying. Ginny looked to the doorway, to see George standing there, hair mussed up and eyes red. All she had to do was look at him, and knew something terrible had happened.

Later, she didn't even remember running up those cold white corridors, didn't remember how it seemed to take only a couple of seconds. She didn't even remember the looks on her family's faces.

All she remembered were the words spoken, so little of them, yet they created a hole in their lives.

"Angelina is alive, but she's lost the baby."

I've got almost no time on my hands, exams are in two weeks and at this rate I'm going to end up cramming. Updates won't start happening any quicker until after the exams. On a happier note, I'm writing Ch 22 of the fic now, meaning there is only 6 more chapters to write after than and then updates should become weekly! D

So, I'm only writing a few replies, I have literally no time. I love this story so much I can't stop writing though, even for a little while during exams. Anyway, sorry if I don't reply to you, but hopefully you'll still review.

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White Rabbit 5 – How is it similar? I suppose, yes, that there are similarities but I would have thought this chapter made the two ending quite different.

Cherryblossom08 – nice oneshot – I love country music too.

Demon Eyes – Ron's an Auror

Icegirl-kat – nup, definitely not an aspiring author, I'm an actress through and through lol. My parents are writers though, so I suppose that's why I like it so much.

Naz1 – haven't been on msn lately, won't for a few weeks either. Bloody exams. Sorry bout that, soon as they're over, I'll be on.

Jag glittrar – yup had trouble writing this chapter, hope it's good though. I re-wrote it twice.

Thepunkprincess – no I don't write professionally, and don't plan to either lol. And yes, he's exactly like Tad Hamilton

Joe – woah, steady. Sure it's an obvious solution, what makes you think it isn't going to happen. Harry's thickheaded though, it takes him time to get things through. Besides, he's more focused on the Quidditch World Cup coming up as well as his feelings for Ginny. And Harry does not have political power, he's a Quidditch player, remember?

Teen-wacko – Louise is Ginny's guardian angel who disguised herself as a Beauxbatons exchange student to help Ginny come out of her shell and let her true colours shine at Hogwarts.

Sarah Noisette – no longer grounded lol. You got a bf?! Oooh, very jealous. My love life is non-existent. Sometimes wish I hadn't dumped the last one. Ah well.

Lizzie Weasley – nuh it won't be built upon later, I just think more people should realise how alike the two couples are. How are you and Chris going? Thanks for the lovely long review. Unfortunately, Angelina wasn't giving birth, like you though. Eep.

HannahLulu22 – my bf is nonexistent. Dumped him a while back and am regretting now not because I still like him but because I just want a bf lol. How bout you then?

Anyana – that was the plan lol, it took me ages to think up all these tragic ideas lol. Ones I thought were at least a bit original.

Crazed Chipmunk – Lol, a Red Sox fan? I watched the first game of the series on Fox today, I swear The Curse hits so suddenly. We're Yankee fans, have been since I was born, but since they lost we're going for the Sox. Yup, American baseball supporters down here in Australia.

Oh yeah, has anyone here seen The Notebook? It's now my favourite movie of ALL time. I cried so much lol.