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Problems and Solution

'Oh James,' exclaimed Lily, excitedly, 'can you believe it? After all these years they're here. We can finally thank them properly for saving our lives. If it wasn't for them we wouldn't even be here. I can't wait to talk to them and get to know them all over again, and I can't wait for Harry to meet Matthew, he's going to love him.'

James watched his wife from his seat on the bed as she bounced around the room, getting changed into her nightclothes, grinning widely. He frowned to himself.

'Lils, we have to be careful though. They don't know what this world is like and we don't really know anything about the world they've come from. When they find out some things it's going to be really hard for them to handle, especially for Hermione.'

The smile fell from Lily's face and she paused while unbuttoning her blouse. 'Well,' she started, 'we don't have to tell them straight away, do we?' She hesitated slightly and moved to sit by her husband. 'Harry will be so happy that we're alive, he's never had parents and I don't want to ruin it for him so soon.' Tears were filling her eyes now and James put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, sighing heavily.

'No,' he said, with a defeated tone to his voice, 'I guess we don't have to tell them just yet, but they are going to find out eventually.'

Lily nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks, standing up. 'I'm just going to the bathroom, I won't be long.'

She wrapped her dressing gown around herself and left the room, leaving James alone on the bed. This is going to be hard he thought for more people than just Harry and Hermione.

'Erm...guys?' said Ron, suddenly looking nervous. 'Are you two together?'

Hermione smiled and nodded.

'Oh,' he said, 'that might he a problem.'

Harry sat up again, looking worried, 'Why?'

'Because of Ginny,' said Ron.

'What about her?' asked Harry.

'Erm...' Ron cleared his throat nervously, 'You and her are getting married...'

Harry choked and started coughing while Hermione's hand flew to her mouth.

'W-w-what?' she stuttered, looking frantic.

Ron blushed slightly and looked worried. 'Well,' he started, 'you've been together for about five years now,' Hermione gasped and rose to stand at the window, gazing out, her face expressionless, 'and have been engaged for about two years.' Ron continued.

Harry looked into his friend's eyes as though trying to work out whether he was joking or not. Seeing no glint of mischief, he exclaimed, 'I've been engaged since I was fifteen? I wouldn't plan to get married that young… I don't even want to get married! Am I really that different in this world?'

Ron jumped up, looking angry all of a sudden, 'No, you're not. You don't want to be engaged in this world either, but unfortunately you're not getting any choice.' His eyes flashed with anger as though this was a topic that had caused some trouble in the past.

Harry's eyebrows narrowed, 'I don't understand.'

Ron sighed and sat down on the sofa next to Harry, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. 'I think I'd better start at the beginning,' and without waiting for a response he continued. 'Well, you first got together when you were twelve and Ginny was eleven.' Harry nodded, remembering how the Ginny from their world had had a crush on him at that age. 'And for a long time you were happy. You're relationship progressed slowly because you were both so young, but you were happy and in no rush. I was so pleased for you both and our parents were ecstatic. Our two families had been friends for years, me and you were raised as practically brothers, so this was exactly what everyone had been hoping for.' Ron paused and smiled as though thinking about a better time, but then his face darkened.

'Well, when you were in your fifth year things started to go downhill; you and Ginny were fighting more and spending less and less time together, until one day you both sat down in the common room and decided that things weren't going to work out, so you agreed to split up. It was as good of a break up as anyone could have. There was no shouting or crying. You both said you would be better as friends anyway.'

Harry nodded, 'Well that doesn't sound too bad,' he said.

Ron grinned bitterly, 'I haven't gotten to the best bit yet,' he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'You see, we all knew our parents would be devastated with the news and it was only a few weeks until Christmas so we all agreed that it would be best to wait until the holidays and tell them face to face. We had everything all planned out: what you were going to say, and how you were going to tell your dad first so that he could deal with your mum. But all that went downhill the day after we got to Godric's Hollow and my parents and yours announced that they had decided that as soon as Ginny comes of age you two should get married, so that the fortunes of our two estates could be combined and kept within our families.'

Harry gasped. 'An arranged marriage?' he asked, his mouth agape.

Ron nodded. 'Yeah, well, obviously you argued, saying that you and Ginny weren't even together anymore and you definitely didn't want to get married. Me and Hermione backed you up and there was a massive argument over it. What none of us noticed at the time, however, was how quiet Ginny was being, and when your mum asked what she thought she dropped the bombshell that she thought it was a good idea. We couldn't believe it but she went on saying all this rubbish about how we owe everything to our parents and should do whatever we could to make them happy.' Ron growled angrily.

'Well, of course, that was it. As soon as Ginny agreed our parents were relentless until eventually James 'put his foot down' saying that they were your parents and you were getting married and that was that. You still tried to argue but your Dad's the Minister of Magic and no-one can win an argument with the Minister, even if you are his own son.'

Harry sat in a stunned silence. He didn't know what to say.

'Well, of course,' Ron continued, 'I haven't spoken to Ginny since and none us spoke to any of our parents for months. It wasn't a very merry Christmas, I can tell you. Sirius was the only one of the adults who really put up a fight on your behalf against James, but even he couldn't shift him.'

Harry smiled to himself, regardless of the situation. Even in this world Sirius was still the one he could depend on. Then he jumped all of a sudden at a voice from the window, 'When is the wedding?' asked Hermione, her voice expressionless.

Ron looked at her as though he had forgotten she was there. 'Ginny turns seventeen on the 20th of December; the wedding is on Christmas Eve.'

Hermione closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks. Harry got up and went to hug her but she pushed him away.

'No, Harry,' she said. 'We obviously can't be together now, you're marrying Ginny and there's nothing we can do about it.' She raised her hands to her face and sobbed into them.

Harry stood in stunned silence for a moment before pulling her hands away from her face and bending his knees slightly to that he could look directly into her eyes. 'Listen Hermione, I don't care what's happening in this world, you are my girlfriend and nothing is ever going to change that. I love you and we can make this work somehow.'

She sobbed again and threw herself at his neck, nodding into his shoulder. She pulled back after a few moments and looked up at him. 'But how?'

Harry was at a loss for words for a moment. 'Well, we'll keep it a secret for now. Only Ron knows, and he won't say anything.' He looked at his best friend for confirmation who nodded. 'We'll sort something out.'

She smiled at him and let him lead her to the bed where they sat down, suddenly tired. However, before they went to bed Harry had one more question for the redhead.

'Ron, what happened to Voldemort?'

Before he could answer, however, there was a loud knock on the door and Lily's voice could be heard. 'Ron, your mother wants you in the kitchen.'

Ron nodded and left.

Harry looked down at Hermione whose head was resting on his shoulder and saw she was sound asleep. He smiled and lowered her to the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover her body.

'We'll find a way, Herm, I promise.'

Lily hummed quietly to herself as she washed her hands in the bathroom. She dried them on a white towel that was hanging on the back on the door and headed back to the room that she and James were sharing.

She paused, however, outside of her eldest son's bedroom door when she heard voices.

'Ron, what happened to Voldemort?'

Lily rapped her knuckles on the door quickly, 'Ron, your mother wants you in the kitchen.'

She couldn't have them finding out yet, she just couldn't.

A/N R&R