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Thinking that they would never find Harry, the Ministry of Magic had never developed a detailed plan of what they would do if they ever did. They had installed the system for monitoring his magic soon after he left, using recently refined spells and such that Harry wouldn't know of. Two years later, they had been able to improve it by adding a component that could trace the magic to what street it came from. The Ministry had a plan of what to do should Harry's magic be traced using these methods because after all the time and effort that had been spent on them, they would have been fools not to.

But it had been seven years since Harry disappeared, and no one really thought he would come back. As such, they made only vague plans detailing what should happen if he was found, and the Minister was trying to figure out what to do next.

The Ministry's plans, however lacking, did make one thing perfectly clear: If ever he was found, Harry was to be retrieved. As the Minister contemplated this, however, doubts began to litter his mind. After all, Harry obviously did not wish to be found. And hadn't Harry proved time and time again that he was perfectly capable of making sound decisions? Frankly, the Minister didn't see how it was any of the Ministry's business where Harry went and whether or not he chose to maintain contact with anyone.

His brow furrowed. Rumors were sure to circulate. John may well have been the most indiscreet man in England, after all. The Minister knew he couldn't survive it if the public found out that he had done nothing to find Harry Potter.

It's not the business of the magical world what Harry Potter does with his life, a voice said in his head. He snorted. The magical world had a funny way of deciding what was and what was not their business.

Sighing, he read the note again. It looked like he was going to visit Swallow Drive.

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Richard smiled as he looked at the girl sitting next to him. He didn't notice how sad she looked. He was too full of plans to notice.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her off the couch. She was too surprised to resist. Not heeding Ginny's protests, he dragged her out of the room.

"Richard! Stop. Where are we going?" He took no notice of her cries.

Ginny was shocked to find that she was being steered into the library. Not only slightly angry with the room, but also more than a bit miffed at being steered, Ginny re-claimed her arm and fixed Richard with an angry glare.

Finally noticing that his girlfriend of one month was less than pleased, Richard tried to explain.

"Ginny, I just wanted to say…Well, I really wanted… What I mean is…" He trailed off, noticing her livid expression.

"Do get on with it, Richard dear," she said icily.

A greater man than Richard Bolster would have been cowed by the furious stare Ginny fixed on him.

Re-grouping, Richard tried again.

"Ginny, I realize that we haven't been seeing each other for a long time, but I love you. You're a very nice person, and you're really gorgeous, and I want nothing more than to make you my wife." Ginny stared. Richard gulped. "So… What do you say?"

It would be impossible to describe all the emotions that flooded Ginny at his words. Suffice it to say that she was a bit overwhelmed.

Her first inclination was to tell him no. Of course not. She loved Harry. But Hermione's words came floating back into her head.

'He's not coming back… You need to get over him… He's not worth it… Move on… Live… You need to get over him.'

As her long-standing feelings for Harry wrestled with Hermione's wisdom, Richard watched Ginny nervously. It was taking an awful long time for her to respond. He resisted the urge to prompt her again.

'He left.' Ginny was freshly reminded of the hurt and anger she had felt so many years ago when she found out that Harry had disappeared. Refusing to believe it, Ginny had searched for him without resting for months. One day she realized that he had really gone. She was forced to face the fact that he had willingly left the only life he had ever known. That he had left her.

Suddenly her eyes re-focused, and she saw Richard waiting in front of her. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. She had stumbled across the perfect opportunity to move on.

Barely managing a smile, she only said one word.

"Yes."

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The party had died down. Hermione's mother who was, in fact, drunk, was ushered to the guest bedroom after she began to sing virtually unrecognizable songs with the Weasley twins. They, in turn, had been sent home for intoxicating Mrs. Granger. Without the twins and their alcohol-induced antics, most people realized it was past three A.M. and left. In addition to Mrs. Weasley, who was bustling about and attempting to restore some semblance of neatness to the home, and the happy couple, only Luna Lovegood and Nymphadora Tonks remained.

Tonks was doing her best to help Molly Weasley but as she hadn't managed to outgrow her klutziness Molly thought that the wisest course of action would be to keep Tonks as far away from the large bag of trash that was already threatening to spill as possible. Over the years, Molly had found that the best way of distracting the girl was to keep her talking.

"So, Tonks dear, where's Remus?"

"Oh, he's working late at the Ministry again. Won't be home for hours. I owled him about the engagement, but he hasn't—Do you need help with that?"

"No, dear, don't concern yourself," Molly replied as she tried to tug the plates out of Tonks' reach.

"Okay," Tonks said uncertainly. "He works ever so much. Not that I'm complaining—We knew that he'd have to work a lot when he accepted it. But still, it's a shame he has to miss stuff like this."

"Yes, a real shame, dear," Molly muttered distractedly, attempting to scrape some soggy black mush of a plate.

"Oh, Molly, I'll help!" Tonks said brightly as she rushed toward the sink.

"It's fine, dear, I've got it un—" But Molly was too late.

BANG. The plate exploded into hundreds of tiny pieces as a result of Tonks' beastly attempt to curse the mush off.

Tonks was still apologizing to a mildly irritated Molly when Ginny and Richard entered the room. Hearing Tonks' wails and spying the plate pieces all over the floor, Ginny figured out what happened. She began to laugh.

Just noticing her daughter's entrance, Mrs. Weasley turned to her and her boyfriend.

"And where have you two been?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

To everyone's surprise, Ginny paled a bit and looked up at Richard.

He smiled winningly at everyone and said, "Ginny has just accepted my marriage proposal."

No one missed the fact that his tone rather suggested that he had just purchased an especially fine horse. But at his words Ginny grinned, and they ignored it for the sake of her happiness.

As everyone crowded around them and bid them congratulations, Ginny smiled. This was the perfect way to get Harry out of her head.

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