A/N – Hey everyone! Sorry, been on vacation, so I couldn't update. And I would have told you but I plumb forgot. Hold on, I think I did tell you. Oh well cant be bothered to check. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. It's not a big one but we see the first bit of good news. It's starting to get better for the Weasley's! Oh and guess what?! WAM has finally reached over a 1000 reviews! Hurrah!

Big thanks to my betas: Nessa and Emma. Don't know what I would do without you. This chapter hasn't been beta'd though so expect a couple of typos.

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Ch 19 – How Did I Fall in Love with You?

Dedication: clau-hogwarts-writer - welcome back!!

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Last chapter:

Then, in that split second, their lips touched. It was a chaste, melting kiss. But it was wanting, he was wanting, and Ginny found that she was too. The sensation of kissing someone upside down was amazing, yet it felt so right with Harry. She clung to him and he held her face, kissing her deeply as they touched and tasted each other. She whimpered softly and he held her tighter.

And then he was gone, a whisper that left her lying there wondering if it was somehow a dream.

Harry had done everything but make trials lighter for her, he had added so much more.

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What can I do, to make it right

Falling so hard so fast this time

What did I say, what did you do?

How did I fall in love with you?

How Did I Fall in Love with You – Backstreet Boys

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She fell asleep easily that night, despite new revelations. Harry didn't come back to talk about what he had done and Ginny didn't go chasing after him. She wanted to, but she just couldn't. But as she fell asleep that night, for the first time in weeks there was a smile lingering on her lips.

When Ginny rose the next morning the sun was shining brightly, but it burnt her eyes and she recoiled from the light. The sun was unfamiliar to her now; she was used to dimness and soberness. Nonetheless she rose diligently and ate breakfast before heading over to the Burrow.

It was the beginning of moving and packing.

Items and trinkets were already being wrapped away as Ginny Flooed into the Burrow's unusually bare kitchen. All the utensils and pots that ordinarily hung from the ceiling or were stacked on rickety shelves had been stripped from their places that they had lived in for so many years. One glance at the clock told Ginny that the majority of her family was here.

A dejected George walked into the kitchen, shoulders slumped and eyes dull.

"Oh, you're here," he said as he caught sight of Ginny standing in the middle of the small kitchen.

"Yes, to help pack everything up. How's Mum?"

George grimaced. "No better, no worse. It's killing Dad."

Ginny sighed. "Of course it is, they love each other to pieces. He's always telling us how he's nothing without her." George didn't reply, just gathered up some more utensils and plates to be packed.

"Where's Fred?" Ginny asked.

"St Mungo's, with Angelina," was the brief reply. Ginny watched her brother's retreating back with sadness. Usually he would crack a joke or pull on her hair, showing brotherly affection but now her brother was just a shadow of himself. This was killing them all, not just Mr Weasley.

Two loud cracks interrupted her train of thought and she turned to see Ron and Hermione appear. Hermione was glowing, she looked plump and rosy and Ginny felt her mood rise a little looking at her.

"Ginny! How are you?" Hermione said, coming over and giving the redhead a hug.

"I'm getting by," Ginny said. "What's the good news?"

Hermione pulled back, confused. "What?"

Ginny furrowed her brows. "You – you just look really happy about – something."

Hermione looked a bit sceptical. "With what we're about to start doing?" She was referring to the fact they were packing up all the memories of the Weasley's home and many of her and Harry's summers.

"That's why I wondered."

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Colin walked cautiously into the visitor's entrance at St Mungo's, looking to each side nervously, Bree had spies everywhere and she was starting to get suspicious of why he kept avoiding her. He felt an odd sense of pride, actually, to be able to be avoiding her now. He never used to be able to avoid her, her charm and beauty would easily draw him back to her. Something had changed though, feelings had shifted and Colin never felt like he was surrounded by walls anymore.

He patted his camera lovingly as it swung from his neck, his tool that had got him where he was today. And today he was taking pictures for the St Mungo's calendar. Him! Colin Creevey, had been given the honour of being official photographer. Now that his work side of life had peaked, maybe it was time to get his social and love lives in order.

He waved hello to the flustered young secretary at the front desk, who waved back with a distracted smile. He patted his camera again, ready for the last round of photos before putting together the calendar. The corridors were filled with bustling people in white robes, dashing from room to room. Colin walked demurely along the hall, keeping out of people's ways. He paused at one room to take a picture of children sitting in their tiny, narrow beds as a wizard entertained them with tricks, their eyes alight. None of them even noticed him take the photo, or hear the click of the button. Colin smiled to himself, it was better that way.

He took a photo of several old men who had decided to take on a werewolf to prove they were still young. They had failed – of course. They were complaining bitterly over the state of the food and Colin chuckled as he snapped a photo.

Minutes and hours merged as Colin took photos, covering every inch of the building. It wasn't just of patients that he was taking photos; it was of the Healers and the visitors and the cleaners too. He wanted the spirit and soul and heart of this place to be in the calendar's pictures, which meant including everyone.

He made his way slowly down the last corridor of the building, well, the last corridor he hadn't been to yet. It was obviously the more private area where rich people were treated. The rooms were bigger and more richly furnished. Colin wrinkled his nose in distaste; it totally ruined the idea of a hospital. He was all for comfort, but not for turning it into a bloody hotel! Most of these people weren't even worth taking photos of; they were just rich people who were complete hypochondriacs. Then again, they were a part of St Mungo's.

A child's haughty voice interrupted his thoughts and he shuffled towards a partly-opened door quietly. Children always made good photos anyway, but Colin thought he recognised that voice.

He peered in the crack of the door, holding his breath. A child was playing on some sort of toy broom, zooming about the room with his toes skimming the floor.

"Quiet, Tommy dear," a sharp voice said. Colin turned to see a blonde woman sitting and watching her son dutifully with cool eyes.

Tommy? Colin thought. Wasn't he supposed to be in some sort of coma because of Fred and George?

"I don't like this broomstick anymore, I want another one!" Tommy declared stoutly, getting off the broomstick and chucking it down on the ground.

"Of course we'll get you another one darling, but you have to keep on pretending to be asleep, ok? Can you do that for Mummy?" Mrs Peterson asked.

Or if he was at least out of the coma, he couldn't move from his bed!

"Yes," Tommy grumbled. "But I want another broom!"

"Of course sweetie, Mummy will go get it straight away."

"Okay." Tommy seemed mollified and he mounted the broom once again and zoomed off about the room. Mrs Peterson watched him still, face revealing no emotion or what she was thinking.

Colin's heart began racing, this was his one chance to take a photo now. Maybe there was nothing odd about it at all, and Tommy had healed but it hadn't been announced yet. But just in case…

He held up his camera and took a photo of the mother and child. Mrs Peterson's head snapped up as the click reached her ears. Her head swivelled to the door and Colin gulped and backed away from it. He turned around and looked around frantically for a hiding place; he could hear footsteps coming from the other side of the door. Mrs Peterson. A broom cupboard up ahead caught his eye and he bolted towards it, his camera swinging around his neck. He opened it and slid inside, leaving the door open a slit.

Mrs Peterson stuck her head out of the door and looked down the long corridor, face calculating.

"What are you doing, Mummy?"

"Nothing, darling," Mrs Peterson's head vanished from the door. He could hear her telling her son to get into bed while she was out. A few seconds later Mrs Peterson swept down the hallway and out of sight.

Colin breathed a huge sigh of relief and sagged against the wall.

"That was close," he told himself. He stepped out of the closet and brushed himself off. He had to rush now to meet Cath for lunch.

"Bye, Sally!" he said to the young woman at the front desk. She waved back.

"Leaving so soon?" she called after him.

"All finished!" he yelled back as he stepped out the doors. He waved again and she smiled.

Colin patted his camera as he stepped out onto the busy street. "Maybe, just maybe, you can save me," he said to his most beloved object.

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"Can we throw this out or do we keep it?" Hermione asked Ginny, holding up a plain and somewhat dirty white box.

"I though we'd lost that!" Ginny exclaimed. She took the box off Hermione and held it up as if it were made of gold. Hermione surveyed it as if staring at a dust rag.

"Uh, what is it?"

"It's a box," Ginny said, still holding it as if it were a most precious object.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, I gathered. But what does it do?"

"It grows to fit whatever the owner wants it to hold," Ginny said somewhat impatiently.

"Interesting, can I have a look?"

Ginny nodded and handed the box to Hermione, going back to the pile of objects they were deciding on whether to throw out or keep. The new house probably wouldn't be as big. Which didn't matter much, as only Mr and Mrs Weasley would be living in it most of the time.

"It locks too!" Hermione exclaimed. She too was now holding the box as if it was worth a fortune.

Ginny giggled and stopped abruptly. It was so weird laughing now. "The number of times Fred and George would lock Ron in there…" she was smiling though now. Hermione bit her lip, trying not to giggle.

"I wouldn't mention the box to him, it's a tender subject," Ginny said, eyes lighting up.

"He couldn't get out?"

"No, no, it can only be unlocked by the outside. It's a bit temperamental too, sometimes it will only unlock if the person who locked it tries to open it." Ginny laughed outright this time. "So if that happened, Ron would be locked in there for hours while the twins went off and hid while Mum yelled for them from every corner of the house to unlock it. They would always appear towards the end of the day, coming into the house with innocent looks on their faces."

"Weren't they punished?"

"Of course, but that didn't stop them doing it every time they had the chance. Ron kept trying to hide it from them but…"

"But?"

"If the box wanted to be found, it would appear anywhere. Poor Ron never could understand how they found it every time."

Hermione's eyes were twinkling now. "What do you mean, 'wanted to be found'?"

"Well," Ginny said. "It's a magic box, isn't it? It has a mind of its own. If Ron hid it under his bed, it would appear the next day under one of the twin's pillows."

"So I guess that means we keep it?"

"Of course," replied Ginny, unable to hide a small grin. "I have a feeling it will come in very handy one day."

"I suppose that's a good thing, if you wanted to make it really small you could just put in a button or something," Hermione said.

Ginny sighed, looking around hopelessly.

"What?" Hermione asked, noticing the sigh.

"I was just thinking," came Ginny's quiet voice. "that if Mum were well she would be organising this and everyone would have specific jobs to do. Everything wouldn't be all… everywhere."

Hermione opened her mouth to give her some comforting words but suddenly, someone could be heard thundering down the stairs. "Ginny! Ginny!"

Ginny stood up and went to the door. "I'm in here, what is it Bill?"

"Mum's awake but something's wrong," he said urgently, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the stairs. Ginny threw a look back at Hermione who signalled she was fine alone and then allowed herself to be pulled up the stairs.

"What's wrong with her?" Ginny asked, pausing at Mrs Weasley's door.

"She's awake but she doesn't know what's going on, she keeps complaining about something but I can't understand what it is," Bill said, lines of worry etching his face as he peered in at his mother.

"Have you alerted the Healer?"

"Yes, she should be here soon," Bill said.

"And Dad?"

"He should be here soon too, work was hard today."

"Tell everyone else not to make lots of noise, all right?"

"Yes, of course. Do you – do you think she'll be okay?"

Ginny nodded and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Mrs Weasley lay on the bed, whimpering and her face scrunched up like she was in a lot of pain.

"Mum?" Ginny took her mother's hand in hers and held it firmly. Mrs Weasley's forehead glistened with sweat and she was muttering unknown words.

"Mum, please answer me," Ginny begged and held her mother's hand tighter. Maybe Bill was wrong and she wasn't awake. Minutes passed and Mrs Weasley's thrashing and groaning stopped, but her forehead was still red and sweaty. She was burning up, slowly but surely.

"Ginny?"

"Mum!"

"Ginny…" Mrs Weasley's voice was weak and shaky; it looked so hard for her to even move her mouth.

"Oh Mum," Ginny laid her head down on her mother's pale, limp hand. "You've had us so worried."

"You – can – can manage with – without me, dear." It took all of Mrs Weasley's strength to reply.

"No, no we can't!" Ginny said anxiously. "We're not a family without you."

"Of course – you – you are."

"Don't leave us Mum, promise?"

Mrs Weasley didn't answer, her hand dropped from Ginny's.

"Mum, promise?" Ginny tried again. It was no use though; her mother had gone back to that quiet, dark world that she lived in so often now. Her breathing was erratic and halting but it was still there. She was still hanging on by a thread, even while this fever burned inside her.

The door opened and the sunny-faced Healer from yesterday stepped into the room. Ginny let go of her mother's hand reluctantly and turned to face the Healer.

"Your brother said something was wrong?"

"Yes, um, she woke up slightly and seemed to be in a lot of pain. Bill said that at first she didn't know where she was and when I came in she was sweating and thrashing on the bed."

"Hmm," the Healer looked at Mrs Weasley. "He's a tricky little fellow, this goblin inside her, isn't he?"

"Goblin?" Ginny had gone pale.

"Yes, goblin or whatever is making her so sick. Goblin is slang at the hospital for sickness and – now where are you going?" The Healer called after Ginny.

Ginny didn't answer as she ran down the stairs; she stopped short when she saw Colin and Cath standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at each other like there was no other. Ginny shook her head, finding this too weird to comprehend at the moment.

"Hi Gin, Hermione invited us to come help pack!" Cath said, catching sight of Ginny and flushing red at Ginny seeing her and Colin staring at each other so.

"Um, have you seen Bill?" Ginny said all in a rush, still looking at them weirdly. Colin and Cath?

Cath wordlessly pointed at the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Ginny's urgent voice.

"We'll just go help, okay?" Cath said as Ginny went into the kitchen hurriedly. Ginny flapped her hand in acknowledgement but didn't reply. Bill was busy packing up various collections of plates that Mrs Weasley had collected all her life. They would keep those of course.

"Bill, you still have that book of Gringotts methods for protection, right?" she asked, her heart was beating in her chest painfully and a ball of fear was unfurling in her stomach.

Bill looked up from his packing and gave her a mystified look. "Uh, yeah, sure Gin. Why do you ask?"

"I need it, right now," Ginny said. "Please," she added.

Bill was looking at her like she was insane. "Ginny," he said slowly. "That book is for employees only; I would get in huge trouble for letting you see it. Plus, it's probably lost within all my mess at home."

"Bill, I need that book! It may tell me what is wrong with Mum!" Ginny said, pressing him.

"What? How on earth would it help with that? It's not like she's sick from something at Gringotts!"

"No, that is what she's sick from," Ginny said softly and clearly.

"How could she be sick from there, she's never been in contact with -" he stopped. His face lost all colour and Ginny nodded.

"That day – that day we were shopping for my wedding dress. It was Mum and I, both of us went in there and were in contact with some gas they were making. You remember, don't you?"

Bill's face was horrified. "Ginny, most of their gases are fatal."

"Please get that book, Bill."

He Disapparated straight away, he didn't need telling twice after that. Ginny only hoped he would be successful in finding the book.

Ginny slumped into one of the wooden stools, laying her head against the cool wood surface. She just wanted to break down; no one understood how she felt. She wanted to run away, to be away from all of this, where nothing was all right. She slammed her fist against the bench and gave a sob; she hated this world she was stuck in.

A hot cup of something was pressed into her hand suddenly and Ginny looked up to see Cath looking at her with what looked like worry.

"Drink it," Cath urged. "It's my special calming tea."

Ginny sat up and took a sip, feeling the welcoming warm liquid pour down her throat. "Thanks," she croaked.

Cath took a seat beside her. "You're welcome."

They sat in silence and rumble of thunder sounded. Still Cath did not force Ginny to speak about her feelings. She was thankful for that.

"Ginny, I don't know what I've done wrong for you to dislike me but I want to make it right," Cath said all of a sudden.

Whatever Ginny had expected her to say it wasn't that. She was so surprised she couldn't even think of a reply. Cath wasn't finished yet luckily.

"I've wanted a sister all my life and now that I'm finally about to get one, I don't want her to hate me."

"I – I don't hate you, Cath," Ginny said.

"You don't?" Cath was giving a wry smile. "I think you at least don't like me as much as you first did and -" she stopped hesitantly then.

"And what?" Ginny asked her gently.

"And I – I don't want you to take out your dislike of me on Jason." Cath said in a rush, as if she was ashamed.

Ginny almost dropped her mug of tea. "You don't honestly think that's the reason we're having trouble, do you?"

Cath blushed and nodded, not looking at Ginny. "What else am I supposed to think?"

"Oh Merlin Cath, that's not the reason at all. Jason and I have been trouble because of all the things happening at the moment, what with the Peterson's and Angelina and Mum and…" Cath looked very relieved at this.

"And I don't hate you, not at all. I'm so sorry I made you think that, because it's not true at all. I've just been quite troubled lately, I might as well be on the edge of a breakdown."

"Oh, Gin," Cath pulled Ginny into a warm hug. Ginny was surprised to see her friend's eyes were moist. "I'm so worried about you, you know. I think you need a break from all this." Ginny felt guilty not telling her about postponing the wedding.

"A break is the last thing I need, everyone needs me here." Cath shook her head but didn't argue.

Hermione rushed into the kitchen, pulling on her coat.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked her.

"Oh, I've totally forgotten I had a check-up and I'm very late now," Hermione said, trying to find the armhole in the jacket. She was revolving on the spot, trying to get her arm in her jacket. Ginny snorted into her tea at the picture and Cath quickly got up to help her.

"What's wrong?" Cath asked Hermione.

"Oh, just a check-up," Hermione said vaguely. "I should be back in an hour or so." Hermione waved goodbye and Disapparated out of the Burrow with a pop.

"You know, she has looked a bit pale lately," Cath observed.

"I thought she looked quite good actually, really glowing," Ginny said thoughtfully.

Cath turned to her, Hermione forgotten. "So – friends again?"

"I'm sorry that you even thought we weren't," Ginny replied, giving her a tiny smile.

A pop interrupted whatever Cath had been about to say and Bill appeared holding a large black book. He thrust it at Ginny and she laid it down on the bench, stroking her fingers on the white spindly writing saying 'Gringotts' on the worn leather of the cover. She opened it quickly and ran her finger down the contents page, murmuring to herself.

"Wait, how do you know what to look for?" Bill asked.

"I don't, but I remember the pain felt like a needle going through all of me, so I'm searching for anything to do with needles."

Bill's face suddenly looked excited. "Hold on, I know that gas! I was there when they came up for the idea! It's called the Agua – no the Ajuga – hold on, no the -"

"Agujan gas?" Ginny asked, finger stopping on one.

"Yes! That's it!"

Ginny nodded and flipped to the page, eyes scanning the tiny print. "The idea of a gas that caused needle-like pain to the body was first adopted by a Spanish wizard in the early 1500's, but he only seemed able to make the pain occur in the head, mostly in the forehead. It was used to protect gold from common thieves. Since then, however, studies and experiments on this particular gas have made it possible for the pain to take place in the entire body. The name is derived from the term "aguja" meaning "needle" in Spanish."

"No, no, skip all that. Go down to cure!" Bill said.

Ginny nodded and moved her finger downwards again. "Cure. Unfortunately, there is no known cure for the Agujan gas or any of its side effects. It is generally fatal but short contact often usually only damaging and permanent sickness."

"Only? Only damaging and permanent sickness?" Ginny yelled. She gave a cry of frustration and threw the book on the ground, Bill didn't even scold her. He looked how she felt.

"It was worth a try, then," he said dismally. He rubbed his head with exhaustion and gave a defeated sigh. A gentle pitter-patter of rain sounded on the roof and Ginny felt the overwhelming urge to go out and let it wash over her.

"If anyone wants me, I'll be outside," she said.

"But – it's raining!" Cath protested.

"I know," Ginny said. She stepped outside into the rain; it was still a mild shower and rather refreshing after being inside all day. As if sensing someone was now in its reign of fire, the rain began beating down harder. Ginny trailed out into the garden, passing the stone ledge and into the field. All of the garden gnomes were hiding in their holes from the rain.

Her hair was plastered to her head and her clothes were like a second skin. Ginny lifted her arms in the air and spun around, opening her mouth to taste the rain on her tongue. Feelings of sadness and joy and despair and happiness were coursing out of her and she spun faster, falling back to the ground with dizziness. And then she didn't know if she was laughing or crying or maybe a lot of both as she lay in the wet mud, tiny rivers of water running over her body. All she knew was she lost sense of all life and lay as if in some dream where she had no control over emotions.

So when she snapped back to reality she gave a yelp of surprise to see Harry standing over her. She had no idea what to do, she was so embarrassed to be caught on the verge of her sanity and wringing wet to top it off.

"You okay?" he asked, not meeting her eyes. Or maybe it was her who wasn't meeting his.

"I don't know, just losing it I guess." Ginny shrugged. Harry sat down beside her, ignoring the mud that must have been seeping into his robes. Ginny went still, looking everywhere but at him. That kiss had changed everything, now she had no idea how to act around him. She nervously fingered a lock of wet hair, gazing at the grey sky.

"They said not to bother you but – I wanted to see you," Harry said.

Ginny bit her lip; it made it even worse that he was so forthright. She didn't know how to reply so she just nodded. He was making her nervous, things hadn't meant to happen like this between them.

What scared her most was that if Harry was to go she would not be able to bear it. Merlin, she would follow him to wherever he went begging him to come back. What scared her was the complete lack of control she had over her feelings when she thought of him or was with him, it mind-shattering. These were feelings you had for your life-partner, your soulmate, your husband. Not some old school boyfriend.

Thunder rumbled again, this time more threatening and loud. Lightening cracked over in the distance beyond the field.

"We should get back inside," Harry said. He stood up and stuck his hand out for her. She slipped her small wet hand in his, liking the feel of his calluses from Quidditch against her smooth palm. He pulled her up gently and she swayed unsteadily. His hand caught on her engagement ring and, for a split second, they both looked down at the glistening stone on it, reminding them of the present. Harry coughed and took his hand away.

"It's no wonder you're shaky, what with dancing around in the freezing rain and laughing and crying in mud puddles," Harry said lightly. Ginny looked up at him and she was not nearly ready for what was in his eyes.

"Oh," Ginny stammered as her heart fluttered. She swayed dangerously again and Harry picked her up as if a baby with never a by-your-leave. He carried her across the field and towards the Burrow, not saying a word. When they reached the front step he set her down gently and kissed her forehead.

"Thanks," she whispered before opening the back door. Warmth from the kitchen flooded over her and she stepped inside. She was surprised to see everyone smiling with joy and lots of chattering. Harry stepped in beside her and raised his eyebrows too.

Hermione stood up when she saw them and the ear-to-ear grin on her face was amazing. "Oh Ginny! Harry! I'm so glad you're here!"

"What? What is it?" Ginny asked.

Hermione took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Thanks to: India Ink, harrysmom, michaelrccurtis, JayBird, DotDot, Swishy Willow Wand, Sweetthang0013, Ms. Realista, notdapunkprincess, ginnyroxmysox, FluffyPinkSlippers, Lily Jane, forevermyhurt, Annmarie Aspasia, GiGiFanFic, The FUtre Mrs. Mooney, Mike, UIY, kpxiceboi, Lil Lillian 14, Chloë, harry kid, Goldilocks31890, the-insufferable-know-it-all, Meli, hye em yes, dracoisahottie12, xiaoxiao, musicsage92, CharlotteMosher, Calamahta, kaiyana, carabeara,

twrlgrl790 – oh gosh I wasn't upset with you! Lol, just hate repeating.

Sarah Noisette – outta school now thank goodness. Ages ago though, 1st of December. Almost Chrissy! We need to do some catching up on msn, I've just been away ages. Have a great Christmas if I don't speak to you!

Crazed Chipmunk – no, no it's not a stupid question. She meant he had added more trials to her life.

HannahLulu – Louise will come all in good time. She has a vital part to play yet.

Secondatbat9 – why are you changing your name back to shadyday? Lol, I laughed when you said you liked that quote. I was a bit angry when I wrote that reply.

Harry's lover – something went wrong when you reviewed because the fansite you said didn't show up. Hope your vacation went well!

stargazerlois – Hmm. Well, what can I say? I have a short tempter that isn't so good at handling criticism – especially when it isn't really that constructive. But I apologise for snapping, it was your opinion. Protect Mrs Weasley all you want, just remember that it is my story. I got a bit of a surprise when you said you only reviewed stories you had become part of, it kind of defused my temper.

Naz1 – hey! Goodness I haven't spoken properly to you in ages. I got your email saying GV but it was filled with symbols and I was going to ask you to resend it but I went away and forgot and it all became rather difficult. So could you send it again please? And no, of course I wasn't offended, constructive criticism is fine. I understood what you meant, and there is another reason for Mrs Weasley being ill, as shown in this chapter. Talk soon and yes I am outta school. I went okay in exams, great in some, average in others. And a very dismal science mark.

Empty Light – hey when will you be updating your fic?? Haven't seen one in a while and I'm kind of missing it. Lol.

Midnightdreaming – 'you're my favourite author'. Aw, that sentence just made me grin for hours, couldn't make those cheekbones come down. Thankyou!

Lizzie Weasley – I'll send you an email soon girl, but I'm guessing things are a bit more worked out now. Just in time for Chrissy!! I got the upside down kiss from a movie, Spidermam, in fact. Talk soon!

IrishChick – lol I don't think I've got the talent to be a professional writer, besides, acting has always been the way for me. But thanks for the compliment, put a little grin on my face.

Deer boy – did u finish the paper? Have you got it back yet? Hearing about all those dogs made me teary, I don't know how you can stand it. I wouldn't be able to. It isn't nothing compared to Ginny because it's real life. You seem to handle it well though. And yes, death is a very hard thing.

clau-hogwarts-writer – Aww, you don't like Cath and Colin together? Dang. Don't apologise for not being here for every chapter lol, but I did miss you. Glad you're back and 'on track'.

ZagZig722 – Good thing you're a sucker for dedications ;)

Kristin – that was the point of this story from the very beginning: the perfect life vanishing before your very eyes. But this is a chance for Ginny to be truly happy, just you wait. Bree gets hers, trust me – it's funny.

Sorry if you didn't get a personal reply, life is way too hectic at the moment. What with Chrissy coming up and whatnot. And so, MERRY CHRISTMAS to all of you and a HAPPY NEW YEAR! Actually, I want to finish this fic by New Year but I don't see that happening. I only have 3 more chapters to write though so maybe. Depends, really. Love all of you and stay safe! And omigodomigod! HPB in July – YAYAYAYAY!