A/N- Hey everyone I know its been a while I am extremely sorry. I got an epiphany this morning and decide it was due time to put up another chapter. Does anyone know how to edit the first chapter because I have decided to have George die instead of Fred for reasons you will soon find out in later chapters? Please help me with that I mean I exported it and changed it but I don't know how to post it. Well if you can help me with that it would be gladly appreciated. Well heres the second chapter I know its short but I am planning on updating soon depending on reviews. Hope you enjoy the chapter .

Disclaimer: Yeah just another fan with another fic don't sue because I am inspired by you. Don't own them…

Chapter two

The final storm has passed and so have you.

It took the longest twenty seven minutes Ginny had ever experienced for the chaos and shock to settle. The noise from the crowd were deafening and the heat purely unbearable. The pounding of her ears was continuous and she still could not tell if it was because of the clamor or the rapid thumps she was experiencing in her heart. Ginevra Weasley found herself for the first time in a long time wishing for it to rain; she wanted now more than ever for the sky to poor down its hatred on her. It had always rained too much during her child hood years at the homely Burrow and the stressful time of war but now that everything was over, the war, her innocence, Harry, she felt like she needed the comfort of the constant inundation more than ever. Ginny was familiar with feeling the loneliness, void, and rejection that she often felt from Harry but those were merely her younger years. She did not think he would hurt her again. She never ever thought to prepare for those feelings that she despised so much to be coming at such a joyous time in her life.

Fudge started an argument with Dumbledore clearly demanding to know where 'the blasted boy was'. The press was having a field day with their accusations, suspicions and opinions. Hermoine was unknowingly clutched Fred's arm in fear.(after being raped she became very claustrophobic) and Fred just had an amused look that would have easily said 'Crowd scares famous boy who lived into hiding. Well that's the way the world spins today'. Ron was obviously very confused as well as horrified that Harry would have left like that without consulting his best friends and fiancé. He took to comforting Molly who was bawling her eyes out on his shoulder most likely wishing she could have done more. Arthur was decidedly left home with the care taker(a crowd was no place for a quadriplegic).

Ginny who had remained silent during the whole time from shock until now; she steadily went up to the podium and picked up the silver medal that Harry dropped. Whether he left it on accident or otherwise was a mystery to her but she would soon find out that he let go of it for a reason. Her hands ran over the elfin words on the emblem that signified peace. A small tear leaked out of her eye and slowly slid down her face only to evaporate at the edge of her pale nose. As her hands found their way to the back of the emblem she found a leaf taped to the back of the emblem. "Harry?" she whispered to the air, "What have you bloody gone and done?"

She stared at it fixated for a minute confused with millions of thoughts going through her head when she finally let out a long sigh and pocketed the medal in her cloak alongside her wand. As she made her way back to her seat, Ron left his crying mother with Hermoine and ran up to her. His eyes were sincere with confusion, anger, as well as hurt but, right now, the only thing that he was concerned about, the only thing that mattered was: her. Her eyes remained downcast and solemn as he jogged swiftly up to her, she was secretly hoping he would not stop next to her. After all those years she still wanted to remain strong around him so he would not worry about her. It was a habit she made even before the war with all her brothers… all but Fred. He cupped her face and firmly pushed her chin up so that she looked directly into his determined brown eyes.

"We will find him." he said his voice full of hardened confidence. He then pulled her into a hug and held her never wanting to let her go. Ron was angry at Harry for pulling that kind of a stunt. It was cowardly, Ginny, Mione and him… they were chips that he had left. He planned it so he would never have to see the hurt he caused them but he didn't plan it right. He did not plan it right, at all! He did not include the fact that they were human in his plans. Or even the fact that they were best friends. He was not going to leave them now that the downpour of war and treachery had stopped and the storm has passed, Ron would make sure of that.

Ginny subconsciously scratched the back of her hand as she pulled away from Ron. Fred came from the back of her and pulled her into his arms. As she craned her neck to see his face she smiled at his lopsided grin that evidently said everything was going to be okay. She wiped away the invisible tears that had never appeared on her face in the first place, and probably never would. She finally spoke up in a dry cracked voice: "I am going to go to Neville's and Luna's; I need to talk to them." Fred and Ron nodded understandingly knowing that they were close friends. "I'll meet you back at the Burrow in the an hour. I promise." she said giving them another hug before she left. She scratched the back of her left hand nervously again and quickly dissapparated leaving Ron and Hermoine to the flesh-hungry press; the press had finally given up on Fred because he never spoke.

"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger, my name is Diane Smitts with Infomatic weekly, May I ask a moment of your time." A young blonde asked smiling broadly. With a flick of her hand, she opened her notebook and within seconds she was ready to take down notes.

"Of course not," Ron replied with a scowl, "If we want to talk to the public we always go to our official press release outlet the Quibbler."

With an assuring nod from Hermoine and Fred, Ron took his mother's hand and they all dissapparated to the Burrow.

…………………………..

Neville was putting a book (The Mystery of the Venus Fly Trap: Wizarding Plant or Muggle?) when he heard a small pop as a shaken Ginny appeared. "Luna!" he called softly not to wake the baby, "Ginny's here!"

He then went around the dining table and wrapped his arms around her. "Ginny, I am so sorry!" He said, voice softly muffled from her shoulder. Luna soon came and joined the hug.

"How did you know?" Ginny stammered her muscles tightened starting to tremble a little in their embrace, "Did they make an afternoon Daily Prophet already?"

"No," Neville said uneasily, "We got an owl as soon as he, um well, disappeared."

"What?" Ginny cried, lowering her voice soon as she saw the pleading looks from the two of them remembering little baby Xavier, " He gave you a… Can I see it?"

"I am so sorry dear but it burned itself right after we read it." Luna said sympathetically, taking her into the kitchen to make her a cup of tea.

"What did it say?" Ginny asked, her voice quivering softly.

"It said that he was leaving, and that he will be alright. He said to take care of the baby and to spoil it with extra love since he won't be around. That Xavier would grow up to be a wonderful son and he was blessed to have us as parents and that he loved us but it was time for him to…go. He also told us to take care of you and to let you know that he loves you very much." Luna said her eyes remaining downcast but her voice softened even more at the last part.

"If he loved me so much why would he leave me?" Ginny asked her voice faint and ever so distant, she scratched the back of her hand subconsciously. She was pulling herself away from them emotionally. "Things were finally going so…well."

"Ginny-" Neville pleaded

"Neville, I actually came her for a different reason." Ginny stated surprisingly her voice changed instantly becoming cold emotionless; very businesslike, "When I went up to the podium to get his medal that he dropped, I found this taped to the back."

She walked up to his workstation and placed the leaf on the table.

"Ginny, there's a rash on your hand" Luna observed grabbing it gently to have a closer look. Ginny nervously pulled back her hand from Luna. She looked away from Luna's speculating gaze and waited for Neville's declaration of the leaf's origin.

"Wow! This is a muggle plant." Neville stated surprised

Ginny went to pick it up to look closer at it but Neville pushed her hand away . "Don't touch it, Ginny! It's poison oak or poison ivy as some like to call it. It causes skin irritation." He said pointing to the newly developed small rash that started at her knuckles and went a little ways past her small wrist. "However, this is a extremely rare type of poison ivy that thrives well on the residue created from strong magic. Naturally it would have thrived well near Hogwarts but the threstral's special digestion of blood makes their droppings an immediate killer for it. Since threstrals are also attracted to strong magic it makes this type of poison ivy almost extinct. In fact, there is only one place that I have ever seen this plant… at the Grimmauld place."

A/N- So did you like. I know its short but I am going to start on the third chapter now so watch out for that. please review I would be so happy if you would. Yeah really review…. Toodles from your favorite banjoist!