What The Shrink Told Me

By forbiddenlight

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A/N: (My disclaimer's in pig Latin) Hey y'all. ). I'm so happy. I was interviewed by some chick from the newspaper a few weeks ago for something about school and she wrote an article about it. She even quoted me! Yeah, I was in the newspaper!

But I am afraid that if I do not post this chapter all my reviewers will eat me. So, please enjoy. Also- this chapter is short, but I found no way around it. Please don't eat me for that.

Chapter Six

July 20th

6:00 PM; Harry & Ginny's Penthouse

Ginny grew to love New York City over the course of the next few days, as did Harry. Well, especially Harry. No one recognized him as the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, or the Brave, as he had been called ever since he had successfully defeated Lord Voldemort three years ago. Here, he hid his scar. Here he wasn't Harry Potter. He was James Evans.

And Ginny grew to love Harry even more.

They had spent all their time together since they had arrived; eating out all over the city, making fun of muggles, visiting all types of museums, making fun of muggles, exploring the wizardry section of Manhattan, and making fun of muggles. On this particular evening, the two were lounging in their apartment, eating a new brand of ice cream that Ginny had recently discovered: Ben & Jerry's. She had so far tried about ten flavors, and had stopped with Phish Food, which, she claimed, was the best ice cream on Earth. They were watching a movie that turned out to be extremely boring and incredibly stupid, so they just talked.

Ginny decided she loved talking to Harry.

They were discussing their careers. Harry had just finished highlighting why he loved being an auror. Ginny felt small and insignificant. She was nothing compared to a dark wizard catcher.

"Ah, c'mon, Gin," Harry prodded. "What do you do? I mean, I know you work at Hogwarts, but no one ever tells me anything anymore... Especially since I caught Percy using an Unforgivable."

Ginny flinched. She remembered the time Percy had been swept over to the dark side.

"It's nothing important, really... It's actually quite a bore." Ginny told him, blushing. Oh, gosh, was she embarrassed!

"Oh, you're not boring, Gin," Harry whispered. Their eyes met. Ginny felt the heat rising. The temperature had suddenly risen seven, eight, nine- no, ten degrees. A bead of sweat formed on her forehead and trickled down her cheek- or maybe that was just her imagination.

"You think so?" she asked dumbly, wanting to end the silence.

"Yeah, so, what is it that you do?" Harry asked. Ginny grinned. "Alright," she told him, playing with her hair. "I'll tell you. I'm the assistant Keeper of the Keys... Basically, Hagrid's showing me how to do his job, so he can become a full-time teacher."

"Oh. And how is that boring? I'm sure you have all types of funny stories coming out of your ears! I mean, Hogwarts is a pretty funny place," Harry said, laughing. "I mean, there must be something."

Ginny scrutinized him playfully. "Nope... Nope, nothin' comes to mind."

Suddenly Harry lunged over and tickled her. Ginny would've found it amusing, had she not been eating her Ben & Jerry's Phish Food. The miniature carton of ice cream went flying and collided with the wall. Ginny decided not to cry. She had about six more of those in the muggle cold box and decided this wasn't an opportunity she was about to miss.

And she and Harry wrestled.

July 20th

Midnight; Lobby

The lobbyist, Dolores Uganda straightened her blue sweater and walked down the stairs. The muggles were gone. And Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley, who was convicted with the murder of Michael Corner, were fast asleep exactly 25 floors above where she stood. Facing the fireplace, Uganda waited.

Suddenly the bright yellow flames turned green and a man's face was looking out at her from the fireplace.

"Ah, Dolores Umbridge," the face said. "Just the one I want to see. Now, you have the criminals?"

"Just upstairs," Dolores grinned, her toad like mouth curling into a smile. "Their room is locked, every window is sealed, and I have cast a numerous amount of spells to ensure that they are not leaving their penthouse until a wizard lets them out."

"Perfect," Hezekiah Looper, Head of the Aurors Association. "Just perfect."

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