Chapter Four

Ginny felt the wind bit her wet cheeks, but she could not stop the tears that ran their course. They flowed back into her hair and ears. she shook her head, but they kept coming. She was supposed to be glad that Hermione had moved on.

And she was. Hermione couldn't keep after something impossible for all her life. She was so intellegent, why couldn't she realize they could never be?

Her cloak flapped noisily as she crossed The English countrysThe world below rushed by.

Hermione had to let go. And she had. Ginny looked down at the locket in her hand. If Hermione could let go, why couldn't she? Neville worked at her job and had been flirting with her for a couple of months now. She should just go out with him. Who knows, maybe they'd hit it off.

Ginny saw the portkey station approaching and slowed her broom. She landed in the lawn and sprinted across to objections from the yuppies that worked there. She darted around a security officer and headed toward the stained glass window. Her illusion was in place so she looked like a terrorist with a rifle. The yuppies were objecting more to her appearance than being there. They had to keep up the facade that the window was priceless.

Ginny darted around another gaurd and grinned ferally at the curator. HIs scowl was not faked. GInny gave him a headache.

Ginny ran forward and leapt easily over him. She was headed straight toward the window and the curator sighed. She had to make things difficult. Now he had to set up an illusion for the muggles of her crashing through the the window. Although now he wouldn't have to worry about torrists for a couple months.

Ginny arrived at the third stall in the bathroom in the Federal Buereau of Investigation. It was brilliantly done. The stall would automatically lock a minute prior to your arrival and open again when no one was about when you left. Ginny worked for the FBI. SHe was a feild agent. Mostly she did surveilance or abroad studies as she hadn't been able to weed out her thick English accent in the past years.

Neville was the head Biochemist there. There were quite a few witches that worked there, but GInny only got on with Neville.

Ginny quickly changed back into her regular clothes and stashed her broom in her pocket, after a shrinking spell.