Disclaimer: I don't own anything but some of the plot.

"Mr. Potter, it is really good to see you! I must ask where you have been?" said Professor McGonagall, now the headmistress since Dumbledore's escape.

"Avalon. Listen, I'm here to make sure that everything is okay with me coming back for my last year here," said Harry quickly.

"Well Mr. Potter, you missed your whole sixth year, are you sure you can keep up?"

"Positive, I'm only asking because I need to graduate to get a job, I already know much more than Hogwarts can possibly teach me," responded Harry.

"Oh really Mr. Potter, and where were you taught?"

"I told you, on Avalon," replied Harry shortly.

"Ok, Mr. Potter, everything is fine for you to come back."

"Thank you professor," said Harry as he faded out of the office, leaving McGonagall shocked to see him go.

It had been three days since Ginny had last seen Harry, and they were the hardest three days of her life. Every night she cried herself to sleep, thinking that if she had only been honest with Harry, she would have been living her dream.

She really did want to marry him, it was just her stupid stubborn nature that got in the way.

"Ginny?" her mother called softly from the other side of her door. "Can I come in?"

"Yes ma'am," she replied, drying her tears hastily with thte back of her hand.

"Ginny, what's wrong? You haven't been right since Harry left. Was it something he did? Did you two have a fight?" she asked worriedly.

"No, its something I said and did to him."

"What?"

"He proposed, mom. Right on the porch, he knelt and everything, and I just ran away. He came up here to talk to me and I yelled at him," cried Ginny.

"Oh my. Ginny, do you want to marry him?" she asked, a shocked expression evident on her face..

"Yes, that's that problem, I can't believe that I didn't just say yes," said Ginny, as the tears ran down her face.

All of a sudden, a soft knock sounded on Ginny's door. "Ginny, can I talk to you?"

It was Harry, he had come back. Ginny was elated as she opened the door and pulled him into a deep hug, tears still running down her face.

"I'll leave you two to talk. And remember, anything you decide to do has my blessing," Mrs. Weasely said as she got up and left.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I should have told you, I do want to marry you! I was just to shocked when you proposed, and then I couldn't sort out what I wanted, so I just freaked," explained Ginny rapidly.

"You really do want to get married?" asked Harry, a hopeful expressionplaying across his face.

"Yes, I do. I really do!" she laughed as she said this.

Harry then proceeded to reach into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He quickly opened the box, and pulled out the ring it held. The ring was made up of three different bands, gold, silver, and emerald, each of them braided into the shape of a ring.

"You can't wear this out in public, we've got to keep this our secret," Harry said as he conjured a mythril chain and fed it through the ring. "We can only tell your mom, dad, and whoever is presiding over the wedding, okay?"

"Are you sure we can't tell my brothers?" she asked.

"No, we've got to keep this quiet. Even if your brothers don't tell anyone, someone can still pick their brains for the information." Harry quickly buckled the chain around her neck, then fed the chain down the front of her shirt. "Let's go tell your mom."

Mrs. Weasely had taken the news wonderfully, as did Mr. Weasely, so Harry had decided to take Ginny out to eat. When they got to Diagon Alley, Harry had to go to Gringotts to get some gold.

When he approached one of the goblins and asked to be taken to his vault, he was told that his account was frozen.

"WHAT!" yelled Harry.

"Sir, the reports of your death made the president of the bank decide that it was best that your account be frozen until someone claimed it," explained the goblin.

"May I speak to the president?" asked Harry.

"You will have to make an appointment, sir. You can not just demand a meeting with the head of Gringotts!" exclaimed the goblin.

"Oh, yeah, just watch me!" Harry shouted as he focused on his magic. His eyes instantly truned green and an emerald aura faded into existence around him.

Marching up to the desk's entry point, Harry lifted to no avail. He quickly channeled so magic and slammed his fist on the small hinged section of the wrap-around desk. The section instantly exploded, sending wood splinters flying everywhere.

The goblin behind the desk was momentarily taken aback, but gathered his courage quickly and snapping his fingers, he tried to knock Harry unconcious. Harry easily shrugged this ff and trned to face the goblin.

"Go, now. Tell your master that I am coming!" he said in perfect Gobblyguck (sp.?).

This instantly sent the goblin running, and Harry followed him slowly, the magic surrounding him growing brighter as he walked.

Following the magical signature of the goblin, Harry soon found himself outside of a pair of large wooden doors. Harry briefly channeled his magic into his hands as he raised them and gave te air in front of the doors a push. This had the instant effect of sending the doors crashing open.

The president was a rather fat goblin, with a piercing glare that he gave Harry as he stormed into his office.

"What is the meaning of this?" demanded Harry. "You froze my accounts! How dare you?"

"Sir, If you would kindly channel some of your magic here," said the president, indicating a white crystal on his desk,"I would be glad to prove that you really are Harry Potter and then your accounts will be returned to you immediately."

Harry couldn't see any other way for this to be resolved, short of blowing up in front of the president, channeled his magic into the stone. The stone immediatly turned bright green, a green light that lit up every corner of the room.

"Well, I guess that proves that you really are who you say you are. Your vaults are unfrozen and you can access them at any oint in time," said the goblin.

With a curt nod, Harry left the room and went back down to the lobby.

"Can you take me to my vault now?" asked Harry impatiently.

"Yes sir, everything is now in order. If you will follow me."

Harry and Ginny rode the cart down to the Potter family vaults.

"This is all ours,"said Harry.

"I can't spend your money!" exclaimed Ginny, awe playing over her features.

"You can, and you will. This isn't just my money, Ginny. Its our money!" responded Harry, pulling Ginny into a one-srmed hug,

They quickly scooped some gold into a bag and left, andsoon they found themselves back up on the surface, blinking their eyes with the sudden exposure to light.

"Now my fair Ginny, dinner awaits!" said Harry, laughing as he did so.

Harry tool his soon to be wife to a beutiful resturant, sparing no expense for her. After the early dinner, Harry decided to take Ginny shopping. They were walking in muggle London, several bags of merchandise shrunk in their pockets, and were heading back to Diagon Alley, whena familiar voice stopped them.

"Well, if it isn't Scarhead and Weaslette!" came the voice of the stuck up Malfoy heir.

"Hey Ginny, you want to know something that is funny?" asked Harry suddenly.

"What Harry?"

"Malfoy always talks about hating muggles, but he's the one walking around Muggle London right now!" laughed Harry, causing Malfoy to turn red and stalk off.

Soon the pair returned to the Burrow, where they found that all of the boys had left for a quick Quidditch game.

"Harry, Ginny, if we are going to do this, we might as well get it over with," said Mrs. Weasely.

"Who's going to preside over the wedding?" asked Harry.

"I am Harry," came the voice of Professor McGonagall.

The ceremony was rather quick, McGonagall doing all of her parts perfectly. It was only a matter of minutes before Ginny Weasely became Mrs. Harry Potter. Instead of slipping the ring on her finger, like it was normally done, Harry slipped the ring around the chain to join the other, his wedding band found a similar place.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Potter," said McGonagall. "Ginny, until you decide to announce it, the school records will still say Ms. Weasely. I wish both of you long and happy lives together."

This last was said right before she left, Apparating away before anyone was the wiser. Harry and Ginny spent the next few minutes looking from one another to Mr. and Mrs. Weasely, that is until the boys bounded in, raising a rather large ruccus.

It wasn't until after dinner that everyone went to bed, leaving the newly weds together for the first time since the hasty wedding.

"Harry, I really do love you," said Ginny suddenly, breaking the silence.

"I know, love. I do too," he replied.

After looking at one another for a few more seconds, an unsaid agreement came about anf the pair went up to Ginny's room to experience the pleasures of a wedding bed.

Harry even remembered to carry her over the thresh hold, even though it wasn't a honeymoon.

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Well there it is. I promised I would get it out.

R & R. The next one will be sooner!