A/N- Hello my lovely Readers and my even lovelier reviewers if there were any (Hint: REVIEW!),

this chapter is pretty important for future chapters. Its about the relationship of Ginny and Fred. Well like always read and review for it will be in the end good for you. Translation: I will update sooner with more reviews. Well I hope you guys like this chapter.

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Well without further ado I present to you:

Chapter 3

Family Bonds

Ginny apparated near the front door. She peaked into the living room and saw that everyone was sitting there looking ever so solemn and waiting for her…all but one. She smiled weakly to herself, proud that he knew her so well to wait in her room. She quietly tip toed up to her room as to avoid them noticing her presence or rather, in this specific case, her lack of presence. She avoided the trick step on the unlucky thirteenth step and reached the top.

She hesitated for only a second before her white knuckles topped with the thin red rash gripped the doorknob tightly as she slowly opened her door praying it would not creak. Her wish came true and it seemed like the only good thing that happened that day would be that she was silently slipping into her room like she wanted. In there, she saw Fred laying on her bed waiting for her. He stood up in respect when she came in as he did for women when they walked into the room. It was a formal gentlemanly custom that the twins had taken fondly to. George always had a tendency to over do when he was alive, though. Ginny sat down on the bed with him and he gave her a questioning look.

"Well, I talked to Neville and Luna…" Ginny started as she told him about the leaf taped on the back of the silver medal and all the information Neville told her about it. It just spilled, everything just spilled when it came to talking to Fred. They were so close, even when George was alive they were all so close. They were so alike, so mischievous, and Ginny was just as interested in pranks and fun as they were. She even worked in their shop during the times she was home from Hogwarts.

When George died, Fred and her stuck together. Ginny was the first to pick up on his faces and looks when he became mute after George's death. Many people became impatient and frustrated with Fred's quietness after George's death wore off on them. It never wore off on Fred, everyday it was real and it was there. But Ginny never was impatient with Fred, she became his interpreter and even more than that, his key for survival. Ginny could always talk to Fred and never felt uncomfortable around him and talking to him. She could communicate so smoothly with him, it felt as if they had their own language. As Ginny finished telling him everything, she gave an exasperated sigh and the tears started flowing down her face.

"I hate him!" She whispered and she punched the pillow. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

She repeatedly punched the pillow harder and harder. Fred took the her fists in his hands and hugged her as she silently cried into his arms feeling hopeless and lost. He pulled back and brushed away a few strands of her coppery hair out of her face. He looked at her and instantly it was like he was talking to her. His silent looks said 'it will be alright' 'we will get through this'.

"Oh Fred!" Ginny said with a stressed sigh as she heard Molly's high pitched voice murmur something in her hostess fashion downstairs. She looked at the door and tiredly gave it a weak glare. "I don't want to go out there and face them wolves."

Fred gave her a meaningful glance and pulled her off the bed taking her hand and leading her down the stairs. Ginny's mask came on and an unreadable but confident look came on her face as she went to face the rest of her family.

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"Oh Ginny!" Molly's voice high pitched nervous voice shattered the solemn mood of the living room. "I did not realize you were here. Let me get you something to eat, you look pale."

Fred gave his mother a glare. Yet, Ginny also spoke up for herself in a very tired voice. "Mother, honestly, what makes you think I could eat at a time like this?"

"Oh well… okay then." Ms. Weasley said in a fidgety voice that it became apparent she was desperately looking for something to do. She began wringing out her hands desperately wanting to put them to work.

"Ginny, you look positively terrible." Hermione said smoothing out the younger girls hair as she pulled her away from Fred and wrapped her in a large hug. "Are you ok?"

"Do you honestly want me to answer that question. If I do I might not stop." Ginny said knowing there was going to be a thousand more 'Are you ok' questions to come in the future. She groaned just thinking about all of them.

"Oh, right" Hermione said in a distant nervous voice as she realized the stupidity in that question. She broke the hug and nervously went back to where she was sitting.

Fred took Ginny's hand again and led her to the couch as they sat down and the living room fell back into the silence that it was in before Ginny showed up.

Minutes passed by like hours as the family sat waiting for some sort of guidance through this. Ginny's eyes remained downcast the entire time knowing if she looked up she would catch all of them sending sneaking glances at her. Ron silently brooded wondering how his friend, his best friend, could just leave and have everyone in such pain. Mr. Weasley stared blankly at his family from his wheelchair. He could never be able to physically comfort his family due to his condition and he hated it.

To everyone's relief, the quietness was broken as Tonks and Remus apparated into the room. Tonks' left hand was intertwined with Remus' right and was topped with a beautiful engagement ring.

"Hello everyone, I know this might be a bad time and everything but- well actually this might take your mind off of Harry's departure. Well you see-" Remus sputtered and rambled and in the end was unable to finish due to the intensity of everyone's stares.

"What Remus is trying to say is that Headquarters just received news that we have found some innocent's in a cave right outside of Scotland and one of them…. Well one of them claims to be George Weasley and is demanding to see his twin." Tonks said seeing immediately that her husband was having difficulty at putting the situation into words.

Fred looked up in shock at this news. It was impossible, I was there when George died, I saw it happen in front of my very eyes. He suddenly became angry at the imposture who thought he could just take his brother's name.

Ginny read the anger and the anxiety in her brother's eyes and quickly said: "Well, let's go."

As confusing as this situation was, she was thankful it brought her out of the spotlight. People were expecting her to make the decision on what to do about Harry and right now she could not think straight. If anything, at least they found some prisoners and that was a good thing. Everyone got out of their seats and grabbed their coats in a rush. They were eager to see who this 'George' was before getting back to the AWOL Harry case.

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Right now, during this very chaotic moment, in an extremely busy muggle airport a blonde haired man with stormy gray eyes was feuding with a strict ticket officer at the check-in desk. Although their argument was in hushed tone, if one could be a fly on the wall they would know it was about letting a certain raggedy black dog fly first class instead of with the luggage. They would also see the dog animatedly enjoying seeing his formerly spoiled arch enemy losing an argument even though that same dog would have to pay the consequences.

A/N-Well I am pretty sure we all know who this blonde haired guy is. However, who do you think is impersonating George? I know and I am not telling. Review on your theories though, I would like to know what you guys think. Well thank you to:

My lovely sister: I hope you liked this chapter and thanks for reading it.

Well I am going to the school play tonight and it is really good, so I am excited. I hope everyone has a fantabulous weekend.

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