Harry sighed; he had thought that he would have had horrible dreams like usual but his still tired eyes were from a different source. He had been up late thinking about what Ron had said about Snape and Malfoy, they knew of his little passionate encounters with Ginny. How much could they have known?

Though this was still on his mind in the morning, a very early morning apparently as Mrs. Weasley had woken them up around eight in the morning; it was his dream that was making him sigh. He had dreamt of his mission, but not in a bad way; the thing that struck him the most odd was that Ginny had been with him. Harry shook his head and tried to clear his mind as Ron stirred in his bed finally waking up.

Harry and Ron dressed for the day they were going to Diagon Alley for robe fitting. Ron and Ginny were going to be in the wedding but Harry and Hermione were just going to be accompanying them to the shops. When they were preparing to depart he had expected members of the order to show up and escort them but no one did, and when Mrs. Weasley pushed them towards the fire finally Harry looked at her quizzically.

"Floo to Fred and George's shop, Tonks will meet you there."

"Alright, thank you Mrs. Weasley."

"You're of age now dear, you should call me Molly."

Harry look perplexed as Ron and Hermione flooed away, then turned and said, "I'd rather call you mum, if that's okay?" he wasn't looking at Mrs. Weasley though, he was starring straight into the eyes of the youngest Weasley.

"I would love that dear, now hurry on and don't be late. I expect you back here by one." Harry and Ginny nodded, and Harry motioned for her to go first. As she flooed to the shop Harry turned around and gave Mrs. Weasley a hug and a kiss on the cheek, it was a bit awkward but she was smiling widely when he pulled back. He grinned as he disappeared into the fire place.

Diagon Alley was just as deserted as it was the last time they had come the previous summer, but this time there were even more shops that were closed. Tonks had greeted him in a familiar was and they were off to Gringotts Bank for Hermione and Harry to access some money.

"We'll have to make another stop here before we go," Harry said earnestly to Hermione. Ginny looked at him nervously for a moment and walked away with Tonks to talk about something.

Hermione looked at him for a moment before deciding to say anything, "You have to tell her something. She already knows we're leaving and it's killing her that you haven't told her anything about it."

Harry sighed again, "I know. I'll talk to her tonight."

Hermione was still looking at him nervously, "and I think you should reconsider."

"Reconsider what?" but he knew exactly what she was talking about and he didn't want to talk about it right now.

"That's bloody bullocks," Ron said picking up his pace and joining his sister talking to Tonks as they made their ways into Madam Milkin's. Hermione and Harry just stood at the entrance starring intently at each other for long moments in silence.

"I want to," he dropped his gaze looking deplorable and miserable, "I just don't want her to think that I can keep her safe."

"But you can, you're the only one who can." Hermione was evidently gazing off into the distance as her voice quivered.

"I can't, I couldn't save Sirius and I couldn't save Dumbledore." Harry heard Hermione gasp as he said this but he couldn't look up at her, "I'm not meant to save any one. I'm just meant to kill him."

"You- you can't be seriously thinking like that? Harry," she said sternly now desperately trying to make him look up, "LOOK AT ME." She had nearly shouted at him and finally he looked at her, "none of that was your fault. They all made those choices themselves and you should let her make her own decision. Maybe she'll choose to stay behind but at least she'll have chosen, but she loves you and you love her and that's what you need to tell her.

"I know. It's just hard."

They spent the rest of the day looking at books and other stuff that Hermione and Harry had determined might be good to look at before they left. Tonks was fairly unaware of what was going on, thinking that perhaps they wanted to get some extra studying in during the summer before returning for the fall term. Harry had bought several items for them and they had even made a stop at the Quidditch Supplies shop; it had occurred to him then that maybe this was where he should purchase Ginny's birthday present after all if she didn't come with them, he wouldn't be there for her it.

When they got back to The Burrow, Mrs. Weasley had lunch prepared for them and chores after that. It was around eight in the evening when Harry was finally able to get some time to think again, but Hermione kept giving him fervent glances indicating he should go talk to Ginny.

She looked at him when she mentioned that she was going to head up to get some sleep, and it was then that Harry figured it would be his last chance to talk to her before tomorrow. He looked at Hermione and said, "I think I am going to retire too." She simply nodded and as he headed up the stairs; he stopped on the floor where Hermione and Ginny slept and knocked on the door.

"I'm almost done changing Hermione," a muffled voice from inside the room came. A few seconds later an okay came through and Harry turned the door knob, when he saw that Ginny was standing there just in her night gown he quickly turned. Ginny only emitted a small gasp and then giggled, "Its okay Harry. I'm in bed now."

"I'm sorry I didn't warn you," he said turning back into the room and carefully glancing at the form that was lying in bed.

"Quite alright Harry," she said curtly almost as if she remembered that she wasn't supposed to be happy to see him anymore.

"I need to talk to you about-" but he was cut off.

"Bloody right you need to talk to me," she grinned at the shocked look on his face.

He grinned slightly too, her smile was infectious and soon he was grinning. He walked over to her bed and sat on the edge as he began, "I want to tell you where we're going. I need to tell you how I feel, and I need to know what you want to do."

Her grin was gone now, "I want to go with you."

He smiled coyly, "hear me out first dear."

It took until nearly one in the morning for him to finish all that he had to say and when he finished all she said was, "I want to come with you."