All the commotion at the Burrow was making Harry's head spin. He needed to be alone somewhere quiet, but there were so many people attending the wedding that it was impossible to find a quiet place at four miles radius. Harry caught a glimpse of the twins making last minute adjustment on their robes and down the hall he saw Fleur's cousin Azure walking towards him. In desperation to avoid another conversation where Azure would want detailed descriptions of his defeats over Voldemort, Harry disappeared into the closest room available.

He stopped dead when he saw that he had stepped into Ginny's room and that she was sitting on her bed, clutching her knees. She was in her regular clothes, not yet dressed for the wedding. They avoided each other's eyes for a moment before Harry uttered a quiet and nervous "Hello". Harry thought that he would almost have let himself be dragged away by Azure than have this awkward moment with Ginny.

They hadn't been alone together since Harry had told Ginny that they would be better off not being together. In spite of the fact that Harry wished that things would be the way they were before they got togetherit simply didn't go that way. Every time the two of them happened to be in the same room, they usually avoided talking to each other. Harry had been at the Burrow for two days now and only said five words to her.

"It was Azure," Harry explained. "I was hiding from her. You know how she is." Ginny only nodded. Harry thought it would be rude to leave, so he sat on the bed next to Ginny.

"Destroy all the horcruxes yet?" Ginny asked smiling a little. Harry tried to catch her eyes, but she was avoiding him.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," replied Harry. Harry was going to explain further but stopped when he felt Ginny's hand brush his.

"I want to come with you," Ginny whispered softly as she laced her fingers on the other hand through Harry's more than usually messy hair.

Harry was hating himself for saying this, but he knew it was for the better. "You know you can't. I don't want to put you in any more danger that you already are in."

"I can't just sit here and do nothing." Harry suddenly noticed how close they were. Harry felt Ginny's lips brush against his cheek. Harry became numb for a moment. He wanted to push her away and say that they shouldn't, but his body was not responding. He closed his eyes, trying to remember all the places that she had touched him but everything was fading away fast. When Harry opened his eyes, Ginny was gone.

Harry left Ginny's room bemused. He hadn't realised that Ginny still affected him like this. Harry decided that he needed to bury his feelings and stay away from her for a while. He had more important things to think about. Harry's thoughts were distracted by Fred and George who came running towards him in the hall, already dressed ready for the wedding and they looked worried.

"Have you seen Bill?" asked Fred.

"No, not a while. Isn't he supposed to be in his room, getting ready?"

"Yes, we were helping him get ready. He said he wanted to be alone for a minute, so we went to help mum out for a while, and when we got back he was gone." said George.

"No one has seen him." continued Fred. "We think he might have run away. You know, got the cold feet or something."

Harry imagined Fleur's destroyed face and he desperately wanted to avoid that. "We have to try and find him."

"He's gone." Harry swung around and there were Ron and Hermione standing. Harry, Fred and George looked at the pair questioningly, waiting for a further explanation.

"Hermione and I were out in the garden and we saw him run away. I'm telling you, Bill is gone." Ron barely finished the sentence when there was a shriek. In the hall stood a horrified looking Fleur, in a beautiful, white wedding dress.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BILL IZ GONE!"

Hermione was pending between dream and reality as Ron softly rapped on her and Ginny's door. Honestly, Hermione thought as she pulled herself up from bed and quietly tip-toed to the door, so that she wouldn't wake up Ginny.

"Want to go for a walk?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment. She had decided to tell Ron off for disturbing her sleep, but when she saw her incredibly cute pyjamas she couldn't say anything but yes. Ron took Hermione's hand and led her down the stairs. They walked quietly through the kitchen, Fleur's sobs could faintly be heard from the guest room.

"She's still crying?" Hermione looked concerned but Ron dragged her out of the house.

"We have enough problems of our own. They'll work it out," Ron said and gently touched her hair. Hermione noticed that they had become very touchy around each other lately. She knew Ron liked her more than a friend. She knew she liked Ron more than a friend.

They had almost kissed once, on that horrible night when Dumbledore died, but Hermione had pulled away. She had said she wanted to go slowly and he had accepted it. This was them, going slowly. Playfully touching each other, going on midnight walks. She had known Ron for almost six years and probably loved him for almost as many years, why should it be so hard?

"We're here," Ron said and stopped walking. They were standing by a large rock in the middle of the field

Ron led Hermione away from the Burrow to the field where Bill had escaped.

"What are we doing here?" Hermione asked confused.

"Well," Ron began in a mocking voice, "because at night, when it's dark like this, the sky is filled with these beautiful shining dots called stars and I thought that I would bring the most beautiful girl in the world here, to watch them with me."

Hermione smiled and said a quiet "thank you". She didn't know how to take compliments like that.

"Sit, please," Ron said and motioned at the ground near the rock. Hermione sat down and Ron joined next to him. The rock was shaped so that two people could comfortably lean on it while enjoying a view of the night sky. They both were mesmerised by the beautiful sky.

"I know what we are doing is dangerous and that we might not survive," Ron said quietly. "I just wanted one night were I didn't have to think about any of that."

"I know," said Hermione consolingly. Hermione opened her mouth to say something more but stopped. She felt Ron's soft finger on her cheek. He leaned closer a little. Their noses were almost touching. This time she didn't pull away.

Meanwhile in London a muggle named Jared Singh walked his usual way home from work, but as he rounded the last corner before arriving at his flat he saw something odd. Where there this morning had been a building, there was a street now that looked like it once had been colourful and lively but now looked gloomy and abandoned with a few people walking around in funny clothes. Jared was stunned and walked a little closer. He that saw the street had a name.

"Diagon Alley," he whispered to himself as he read the sign. Although Jared had only lived in London for three months he had never heard of a place called Diagon Alley. He was also sure that if this alley had been there all this time, he would have noticed it. He became curious and walked a little further. When he was looking around he saw that most of the walls where plastered with posters that had moving photographs on them and behind the posters shop names as "Quality Quidditch Supplies" and "Scribbulus Everchanging Inks" were visible. Thinking that the photographs were some sort of advanced TV-screens Jared moved closer and touched one of the them. The woman on the photograph, Bellatrix Lestrange, scowled at him and walked out of the photograph. Behind him a man tapped on his shoulder and said, "Dragon liver. Half-price. Want to buy some? Or maybe a Flobberworm. A perfect pet for the little one." What is this place?

Author's Note: More to come! Please review and thanks for reading. :)