Disclaimer: See Ch.1

A/N: We are so sorry for the long wait, but with unexpected illness and the dreaded college finals we could not find the time to sit down and write a chapter up to our standards. But as you can see we are finally over all of that and are currently writing again. We hope to have at least another chapter out this week, maybe even two to make up for our long abscence. Again we are so sorry for the wait, but at long last here's chapter 7.

The Problem

Ginny's POV

The fire flared up in the grate of the Burrow as Ginny stepped out. Her mind was reeling as her distracted footsteps lead her face-first into the wall.

"Ouch! Bloody hell, that hurt," she mumbled as a loud thud echoed through the room.

"What was that? Ginny? Is that you, dear?" came Mrs. Weasley's voice from the kitchen.

"Yes, it's me, Mum. I just wasn't paying attention and ran into something," Ginny called back, blushing at her own clumsiness. I'm going to bed now."

"Ok, dear. Good night."

Ginny pulled herself together and quickly ascended the stairs to her room. Throwing herself down onto her bed, Ginny thought desperately what to do. Visions of what had transpired the night before flashed through her mind. Last night was a night she would never forget. Ever.

This morning, on the other hand, was one that she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life. The letter, the fight, the look in her brother's eyes…

She buried her face in her hands.

"What am I going to do?" she groaned to the empty room. "I'm barely sixteen and I'm married! I'm married to Harry… I'm…"

A huge smile of realization spread over her face.

"I'm married to Harry! I'm Mrs. Harry Potter! Ginny Potter…." she whispered.

Just as quickly as the smile appeared, it faded. She felt as if a lead weight had been dropped in her stomach. What's going to happen when Harry finds out? This is all my fault! I just can't let Harry find out about this until I figure something out.

Ginny sat suddenly bolt upright in her bed. The letter was still in Harry's book. She knew she must get it back before he found it. Her mind automatically to Hermione. Hermione could get the letter for her. But was she really ready to tell anyone? No, she thought. She was scared of what people would think, it was, after all, her fault. She had gotten Harry into this situation and she would get them both out, if there is any getting out. She would simply have to sneak back to Privet Drive and get the letter back. After all, Harry, Ron and Hermione would be going to Godric's Hollow in the morning.

Back to Harry's POV

Harry was in his room mulling over the chaotic events of the morning. Ron had yet to speak even a single word to him all day. Harry didn't blame Ron, his assumptions were dead on. For a change, Harry thought. But thanks to Hermione's quick thinking he survived Ron's Weasley-tempered wrath. However, it was extremely frustrating not being able to speak to your best mate. Oh well, he'll get over it. He always does.

Finally forcing his mind off of his present situation with Ron, Harry realized he had a much more pressing problem. A major problem, in fact. Hermione, Ron and himself where supposed to leave for Godric's Hallow in the morning and he had no idea where exactly where they were going. He had no knowledge of Godric's Hollow. The only time he had ever been, he was a baby. He had no idea were he was supposed to Floo to.

"Bloody brilliant," he said to himself as he ran his hands thorough his untidy hair.

He had laid still for fifteen minutes before the answer to his question occurred to him. He jumped off of his bed and raced out of his room towards the fireplace. He stopped in front of the grate and raised his wand and yelled, "INCENDIO". A flame erupted from his wand tip and shot into the grate. He quickly grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and threw it into the fire. The flames blazed green as Harry stuck his head into them.

"Remus Lupin, Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."

He felt the same strange spinning he had when he had last fire-called Number Twelve, as though he were watching flashes of different television shows, all set in setting rooms. Just as abruptly as the spinning had commenced, it stopped and Harry found himself looking into the kitchen of Number 12.

"Moony!" he yelled out, hoping to catch him home.

No answer.

"Guess he's not here," Harry said to himself, disappointment in his voice.

The door to the kitchen creaked opened. Harry turned his head as much as possible in his current position, expecting to see Remus. He gasped in a mouthful of soot and ash, it was Kreacher.

"Kreacher! What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Harry demanded through clenched teeth . The sight of this hideous being walking around Sirius' house enraged Harry.

"Kreacher is bound to serve the Noble House of Black until he dies," he replied in an oily, would-be sweet voice. "Doesn't it remember, the little scar headed half-blood?" Kreacher added aloud, acting as if Harry couldn't hear him.

Harry began to shake with rage.

"Go get Remus for me," he said, coldly, trying to keep his anger in check the best he could.

"Certainly," Kreacher smiled, turning toward the door. "Poor Mistress. What would she saw Kreacher taking orders from a filthy Half-Blood?"

Harry glared at Kreacher's retreating form, hobbling out of the room. There was a glint of light at the base of Kreacher's neck as if he were wearing a gold chain. Harry was still mumbling curses under his breath that between Mudungus and Kreacher, there would be nothing left of Sirius' house when Lupin came hurrying into the room.

"Is everything alright, Harry?" he asked, concerned, as he dropped to the floor in front of Harry.

"Yeah, everything's ok," Harry said quickly. "I was just wondering if I could ask you a few questions.

"Sure, what do you want to know," he said, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

"Hold on a moment," Harry said abruptly. "I'll just come the rest of the way through. I don't think that my knees can hold this position a moment longer."

With that his head disappeared from the fire. Then the fireplace erupted in green flames once more as Harry stepped out into the kitchen. Harry dusted off, gave Remus a hug, and then they both sat opposite each other at the table.

" So, what do you need to know?" asked Remus, curious.

"Well, Ron, Hermione and I are planning to go to Godric's Hollow tomorrow, but we haven't the slightest clue how to get their. Is there a place close by that we could Floo to."

"Well…let me see," Remus paused, furrowing his brow, as if thoroughly searching his memory. "Oh yes, I remember. If I'm not mistaken there is a pub in the center of the village. Now if I could just remember it's name…The Phoenix Song, that's it."

"Brilliant!" Harry exclaimed

"Harry, why do you want to go to Godric's Hollow? If you don't mind my asking."

"Well, I guess that I wanted to start my search where all of this began. I also would really like to see my parent's graves," Harry replied softly.

"Well that is understandable," Remus said, standing up and walking around to put an arm on Harry's shoulder. Harry stood up from the table and walked to the fireplace.

"I better get back before Hermione and Ron start to wonder where I got off to. Thanks for the help, Moony."

"Anytime, Harry," he replied, smiling.

Harry turned toward the fireplace and threw the Floo powder in, and in a flash he was gone from Number Twelve.

Harry stepped out of the fireplace at Number four and was immediately met by Hermione. Ron, who was sitting on the loveseat, didn't even acknowledge Harry's arrival.

"Harry, where have you been?"

"I was at Grimmauld Place, talking to Remus," he replied truthfully. "I know how we are getting to Godric's Hollow. He told me about this pub…."

"I glad your ok, I got kind of worried when I couldn't find you," Hermione interrupted, apparently seriously concerned. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, Hermione, I'm fine. I promise."

"Good," she said. "Now, since you are fine," her voice taking a serious tone." Can I speak to you privately in your room?"

Harry, completely baffled, followed Hermione into his room, Ron glaring after them. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Hermione turned to Harry.

"What is this about?" she demanded, waving a piece of parchment in front of his face. "I would like you to explain to me just what exactly is going on."

Harry just stood there confused.

"What are you on about, Hermione?"

"This," she hissed, thrusting the parchment into his hand. As Harry read the letter, his mouth gaped open and his head started to spin. This couldn't possibly be right, this had to be a joke.

"Wha… I don't…..I…," Harry stammered. "Where did you get this?" he finally got out.

"Well, I came in here to talk to you about Godric's Hollow and when you weren't here, I assumed that you had gone downstairs and we just didn't notice you go out. So I thought I'd do some more reading and I just grabbed a book from the top of your desk and when I opened it, I found this," she shrieked, indicating the letter in Harry's hand.

"You mean you didn't make this?"

"Of course I didn't! Now, you better explain this to me right now. I've covered for you once already, now I want some answers."

Harry just stood there, flabbergasted. He had no idea what this was all about. And if this letter was to be believed, he and Ginny were married. Harry's head was feeling very dizzy as a lead feeling dropped into his stomach. He thought he might pass out.

"Harry?…..Harry?….Hello?" Hermione's voice came from a distance, sounding a bit concerned.

"Huh?" he mumbled, finally looking back up at her.

"You had no idea about this did you?" she asked in a small voice.

Harry shook is head slowly, "No."

"Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…"

"Hermione?" Harry interrupted.

"Yeah, Harry."

"You know about the wizarding world more than I do. Um….do you…..I mean….did Ginny talk to you….. about last night?" he asked the floor, blushing violently.

"Well…um…" Hermione stammered, also blushing. "She…ah….er….might have…um….you know…she may have….um…confirmed an assumption…" she finished, clearly uncomfortable.

"Ok," Harry was a bit relieved, at least he didn't have to be the one to explain that to her, he didn't think he could. "Well, um…er….do you think that that,….could have anything to do with the…um….letter?"

"Oh!" said Hermione, clearly taken aback. "Well, Harry, that doesn't make you, you know…married," she said, forcing herself to say the last word.

At the sound of the word 'married', Harry's stomach gave a jolt.

"What am I going to do, Hermione? There has to be some kind of mistake. We can't be….you know."

"Well, Harry, this letter looks pretty official. I just wonder how it got into your book."

"Well, right now, that's the least of my problems. I'm just seventeen and I'm apparently married to a girl who is barely sixteen and has two years of school left! A girl who I've loved for a long time and I've pushed away and hurt to protect! A girl who will be in danger around me and I don't know if I can protect! And, she's my best mate's little sister! Only sister at that! And he's already not talking to me! What do you think he's going to do to me when he finds out that I've somehow managed to marry Ginny? He's…."

"Harry," Hermione said firmly. "Harry, calm down. If you keep yelling you'll know exactly how Ron will react because he'll hear you. Now, there has to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Let's just think about it."

"Reasonable! Reasonable? What do you mean reasonable? I'm married!"

"Well," she replied, "what do you think could have caused this? Did you and Ginny ever talk about getting married?"

"Of course not, Hermione. I know all she wants is for us to be together…"

"I know the feeling," Hermione said under her breathe, looking toward Harry's door.

"… And I really want to be with her, but I don't want her to get hurt. Now look what a mess we're in!" Harry stopped here, going completely silent. All of the sudden Harry dropped into a sitting position on the floor.

"Harry? Harry, what's wrong? What is it?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"This…this is my fault. It's my fault!" Harry stammered.

"What do you mean, it's your fault? Harry, how can this be your fault?"

"I…at the wedding…I…Bloody hell, Hermione…I repeated Bill's wedding vows and….and…oh, no. Now we're married. Oh, Hermione, what am I going to do?" he asked desperately.

"Well, you're just going to…to… We're just going to keep this quiet until you can talk to Ginny about it. She needs to know. Then you two can take it from there." Hermione said, forcing a confident tone.

"Ok. That sounds good. Yeah, I'll do that," Harry said, relieved that there was some form of a plan to follow.

After Hermione said good night and Harry lay in bed, the real dread hit him. He had to tell Ginny. How would she react? As Harry rolled over on his pillow, he couldn't help but think he may have a better chance facing Ron.