I've never gotten scared before, and I wasn't scared as I found Ginny Weasley, who immediately started glaring at me.
"I knew it," she hissed, furiously, and I barely restrained laughter.
"You know, you and Potter are the best match I've ever seen," I said, walking over and beginning to untie her, watching her puzzle over that for a minute. "I'm still one of you lot. House only lets purebloods in, so Harry sent me," I helped her out of the chair she was tied too. "Why did you get tied up?"
"I rushed Pansy," she replied, managing to look vaguely guilty. I understand what Potter sees in her; she is gorgeous as well as adorable. Nothing on Hermione, mind, but lots of boys would do Ginny.
"Potter will love that," I said, "you're alright, aren't you?"
"I'm fine. Did Harry tell you anything? Where are Sirius and James? What about that baby, is it really yours?" She said, a quick rush of words, "and how did you get in?"
" Harry says he loves you, and that he'll bring the boys home," I said, looking her over, just to be sure. I did like the Weaslette, despite everything, and I wanted her to be all right, and she's just like Potter, she'd happily lie about it. "I've got no clue, but Hermione had some ideas, we're meeting at Godric's Hollow in about two and half hours and if they don't have your sons by then, we're calling in the Order."
"You can't do that anymore," she objected. Ginny had been living one of the most isolated lives imaginable for years, her only protection was Potter and her anonymity, even guards would have been too much at one point. If you hurt her, you killed Potter, and half the world wants to do that.
"People are loyal to him," I explained, "if he asked, we'd all jump. But he didn't want to," even when Hermione and I had suggested it, I didn't add. If we'd had the Order behind us, I would have had at least ten people with me, There were over forty purebloods by the end of the war, and most of them were still willing to help Harry. He inspires loyalty, trust, love; he's everything he's meant to be, at least in public. But she wouldn't have known that. She's not in love with the public Potter; she's in love with the real person who I know. She has no knowledge of who Potter is for everyone else, in all likelihood. We were only allowed to tell her if he died, of if there was a possibility- a more serious possibility- that she'd be attacked. Potter wrote her once every three months during the best part of the war, and even now, she hasn't been able to write him back. Tonks is the only one who's seen her that he knows of, and even that was without Harry's official approval. "And secondly, he thinks it's his fault."
"Does that really come as a surprise to anyone?" she asked, almost smiling. "I want to go to him, where is he?"
"That, you can't do," I said. "It was my suggestion, too, though, if you care to know. He and Hermione came up with a plan and it's probably going to get us all lost or disturbed. In three hours, if we're not in Godric's Hollow, they'll come here. If they're not in Godric's Hollow, I go hunting," I shook my head. It really was a phenomenally bad plan, as I'd told them both, loudly. But when it comes down to it, I'm just a soldier, even if my army is defunct, and Harry's the general.
"And me?"
"I doubt Potter's ever letting you go outdoors again," I replied, "you're to help me get the baby, and then take her to Godric's Hollow while I take care of Pansy."
"Are you going to kill her?" Ginny asked, and that shouldn't be a questions that I'm used to people asking, or that she means seriously, but it is. I've killed, and I'd do it again.
"No, I'm not," I said, "Potter and Snape, I can't say anything for. He's furious."
"I'm angrier," Ginny claimed, hands going to her hips.
"Well, maybe," I said, nearly laughing. "We haven't got the time to decide, though. Pansy's not half so stupid as you thinks she is."