Harry walked slowly in the morning sun, heading to Hermione's house. He would be spending that Saturday with her and her daughter, Emily. He liked being there because it was less lonely, but today his heart just wasn't in it. He hadn't slept the night before from thinking about Ginny and all the things they would have done on her birthday, had she been alive. The summer was her favorite time of the year, and Harry could remember spending so many summers at the Burrow, celebrating her birthday with her family. Harry and Ginny's baby had been due in the summer as well, and Ginny had been thrilled about it. She had never seemed to succumb to the growing burdens that pregnancy placed on her, she was always glowing. Right up until the very end. She had been six months pregnant when she died.

Harry stopped in front of Hermione's apartment complex and wiped his eyes. He didn't want to upset Hermione. Just as he had made himself presentable, a woman stepped out of the complex.

"Hello, Harry, dear," Mrs. Granger said kindly.

Harry looked at the woman whom he knew very well by now. Mrs. Granger visited very often to help Hermione with Emily.

"Hi, Mrs. Granger. Is Hermione up?"

"Yes, she's up and about, dear. She's waiting for you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Granger."

Harry walked up to Hermione's apartment and pushed the door open, knowing full well that it wasn't locked to him. He entered the cheerful flat and saw Hermione and her daughter sitting at the breakfast table, eating and talking.

"Hello?" Harry called.

"Harry! Come in!" Hermione rushed to the door where Harry was standing and closed it behind him before enveloping him in a hug.

"Are you ok?" She whispered softly in his ear.

Harry nodded and said, "Where's my little Emily?" Emily rushed at her dear uncle Harry and jumped into his open arms.

Harry smiled and carried Emily back to the breakfast table. Hermione sat down, but before Harry could as well, there was a loud knock at the door.

Harry looked at Hermione, "Are you expecting anyone?"

"No," Hermione answered, keeping the fear out of her voice for the sake of her daughter.

"I'll get it then," Harry said and walked carefully to the door. He opened the door quickly and aimed his wand at the visitor. As Harry realized who was at the door, he slowly lowered his wand.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you, too, mate," Ron said, clutching a stitch in his side.

Draco quickly stuffed the picture of Harry back into Ginny's wallet, if it was in fact Ginny's wallet. With Draco's luck, it was probably the death eater who killed Ginny in the first place. Draco knew he was wrong, but he just couldn't bring himself to grips with the reality. Ginny was alive. Draco put the wallet back where he had found it as he heard the woman coming out of the bathroom. She was wrapped in a towel. Draco sighed. If only she wasn't Ginny. Draco sat back down on the counter as Ginny walked up to him, her wet hair lying flat. Draco gave her an 'I wish' smile and came back off the counter.

"Get dressed," He told her.

"What? Why?" the woman said, pouting a bit.

"Because I'm taking you home."

"But...why?" Ginny looked curiously at him now, all playful manner gone.

"Because...Ginny, I know who you are."

Realization dawned in Ginny's eyes. She had been caught.

"For someone trying to hide, you sure picked the wrong person for a one night stand."

"You can't know who I am," Ginny said picking up her clothes.

"Um..it's a bit too late for that," Draco said.

"No! You have to...forget or something! You can't know!" Ginny had dropped to the floor now and was crying.

"Gin, what is it?" Draco had long since overcome his childish rivalries with Harry and the gang. He made some mistakes before realizing which side he should be on. He wasn't down to picking curtains yet, but he could stand the lot. Sometimes. He didn't mind the girls.

Draco knelt down and tried to comfort the now sobbing Ginny.

"No, don't, please. They'll kill her!"

"What? Who?" Draco asked.

Ginny refused to answer.

But Draco wasn't stupid. "Is it Lily?"

Ginny looked at him, tears rolling down her face. She nodded. "They said that they were letting me go free as long as I kept to myself and didn't tell anyone. If I did they would kill her."

"Ginny, you need to go home."

"I can't, they'll-"

"Kill her, yes, I've heard. But don't you think the boy-who-flipping-lived would figure out a way to find Lily?" Draco asked.

"But if they realize..."

"Don't you think that you should risk it for the sake of finding your daughter? She's still alive. She's three-years-old now. Don't you want to see her?"

Ginny sniffled and looked up at Draco. "Take me to him."

"Who is it, Harry?"

"It's..." Harry couldn't bring himself to say his name.

Ron calmed his breathing and straitened up. "Did you forget my name?"

"Well, it's been a while," Harry said, his face hardening.

Ron knew Harry was mad, but he didn't care. He had to see her.

"Who is it?" Hermione said insistently, coming to the door. When she saw who it was, she almost dropped the glass she was carrying.

"Can I come in, by any chance?" Ron said, now getting a little angry himself.

"No," Harry said, glaring at Ron.

"I'm sorry, is this your flat?" Ron said, staring straight passed him at Hermione.

"Ron..c-come in." Hermione said.

"Hermione, this guy broke your heart. He left you," Harry said, looking at her incredulously.

"Don't you dare try to understand me!" Ron said, trying not to yell, but failing horribly

"Please, guys, just…let's all discuss it in here," Hermione said, trying to keep a fight from breaking out.

"Fine," Harry said.

"Fine," Ron agreed.

Ron was about to enter the flat when he heard a small voice. "Mommy, what's going on?"

Hermione turned around quickly as if she'd forgotten Emily was there. "Honey, go to your room. I'll get you in a second."

"Fine," Emily glanced curiously at the man at the door.

Ron stared after the girl with vibrant red hair as lustrous as his own. "Is she mine?" Ron asked while stepping into the flat.

"No, she's Fred's," Harry stated sarcastically.

Ron went and sat on Hermione's couch without being asked. "Look, I know you both are mad, but there are more important things at stake now."

"Mad? No, I'm beyond mad." Harry said, visibly seething.

"I have you tell you both something before you throw a tantrum at me."

"How dare you sit there and pretend that you know us anymore! You left all of us six years ago. You didn't even come back when Ginny-. Did you even know? Did you even care that your sister died!" Harry shouted.

"Harry, please, Emily is in the other room," Hermione said, trying to calm Harry down.

"Look, I just couldn't come back! Now I have to show you both something, and I am asking you both to trust me. Please, remember who I am, or was." Ron looked at them both, pleading with his eyes. Slowly he lifted his sleeve. There on his forearm was the dark mark.