AN: Hello again. Been a long time, i know, but i have been away! So turns out this is my last chapter of this story. im sorry it was so short, but im sure there will be a sequel. Thankyou everyone who read this and i have so many amazing reviewers! you guys rock. Well i hope you enjoy this chapter and keep your eyes open for the sequel. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Righto well as I've politely ignored the disclaimer for…oh, I don't know, say about 10 chapters, I will include it this once. I, Miss Hipotamus, do not own Harry Potter or any of the other Magical themes. If I did, Harry would be doing a lot of more interesting things with that invisibility cloak, if you know what I mean (insert creepy wink here).

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"Malfoy?" Harry whispered, shock numbing every inch of his body. Why was it Malfoy seemed to be the root of every problem Harry had nowadays?

"Shit," Ginny breathed. "Why? What on earth could have made him do that?"

Bending, Harry picked up his shirt from the floor. He had to go down to the Ministry…find out what the hell was going on. Noticing the rip in it, he looked around wildly, he didn't have time to go upstairs, he had to find Malfoy…and kill him.

"I'll get you a new shirt," Ginny said softly. "Then you go down to the Ministry. I'll stay here with the children."

Turning, Ginny ran for the stairs and took them two at a time. Harry's sky-blue Tornadoes t-shirt was the first to fall out of the cupboard, so she grabbed it and a thick sweater as well.

Harry was already holding a cloak and a scarf when she got back downstairs. He pulled on the clothes and kissed her softly, stroking her hair away from her face. "I'll be home soon." Ginny nodded and he smiled sadly, adding, "I'm sorry."

"Harry," she began, wanting to tell him that he had nothing to be sorry about but he'd already stepped into the fire, following Ron to the Ministry.

"Mummy?"

Ginny turned to see a little face peering through the banister at her. Smiling, she beckoned her daughter over. "What's wrong?"

"I heard voices," she said, crawling into Ginny's lap.

"Yes your Uncle Ron was here," she said, gently untangling Torie's hair with her fingers. Remembering the first time she'd held her daughter, Ginny smiled.

"Aw look at that, ten little fingers," George had said, once Harry had finally allowed someone else to hold her – it had taken an awful lot of persuasion though.

"And…shit…Ginny, she's got eleven toes!" She'd sat up so suddenly in bed, she was surprised no stitches had ripped. After George had burst out laughing, she'd let Harry whack him over the head and take the small child back again.

"Can't you sleep?" Ginny asked. Torie shook her head. "Did you have a bad dream?" She shook her head again. "Well," she said, lifting the child into her arms and standing. "What do you say we go and make some hot chocolate?"

Ginny was just adding chocolate to the hot milk on the stove when she heard a cry from upstairs. Sighing, she told Torie not to touch anything, then headed upstairs to check on her crying son.

James had pulled himself up into a standing position in his crib, his eyes squeezed tight and screaming bloody murder. Ginny was just picking James up when she heard another scream come from downstairs. A wave of cold panic swept over her as she remembered the hot stove.

Rushing into the kitchen, she was met with the sight of Torie, holding her hand up in the air and crying, the floor covered in hot chocolate milk.

"Oh, Torie," Ginny cried, putting James in his high chair and trying to block out the sound of his screaming. "I told you not to touch!"

"I w-was just try-trying to help!" Torie wailed. Taking her hand, Ginny winced at the angry red burn.

"Need some help?" came a very welcome voice from the doorway.

Ginny nodded, feeling ready to cry and let Hermione take Torie's hand. When both children had finally quieted and the overwhelming urge to cry had subsided, Hermione and Ginny sat by the fire in the living room, the children drinking warm milk quietly.

"You and Harry ok?" Hermione asked, bouncing her godson gently on her knee.

"I think so," Ginny replied. "We were discussing the, erm, issue when we got distracted."

"By Ron?"

Grinning, Ginny shook her head. "No. Body parts actually."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're animals."

"We try."

"Which is why you were pregnant at 19," Hermione said with a disapproving look.

"I was married, thank you very much! And look what a beautiful child I got from that."

"Did Ron mention what's happening down at the Ministry?"

"No. I can't imagine they're doing much right now, though. It's after twelve. Come on, Torie. Time to go back to bed."

Once the children were settled and sleeping, Ginny made a pot of tea and sat back down by the fire with Hermione, waiting for the boys' return.

The large grandfather clock in the hallway struck two, and Ginny woke with a start. The fire had died down to embers and Hermione was no longer dozing on the sofa behind her. Groaning, Ginny sat up and licked her dry lips. 'What was taking them so long?' Ginny thought, only seconds before the fire roared high and turned an emerald green, a tall man spinning within it. Standing quickly, Ginny caught Harry as he stumbled out of the hearth.

"Well?" Ginny demanded impatiently before Harry had a chance to even recover his breath. "What's going on?"

"Malfoy is being kept in Azkaban overnight," Harry said wearily, slumping into the armchair. His brow was covered in a cold sweat and Ginny noticed he was trembling.

Sitting on the arm of his chair, she gently pulled his head towards her chest and kissed his hair. "It's ok, now," she whispered.

"I just hate Dementors," Harry said. "Why the Ministry is still keeping them after the war…" Harry trailed off and they sat in silence for a few moments until he said, "We got a story out of Malfoy at least. Turns out he thought that by rescuing Torie and making me look like the cause of the kidnap, he'd win you over. Krum needed the money and he hates me, so naturally he agreed."

"Bastard," Ginny muttered coldly. "When have I ever given the appearance that I like him? How could he do this to us? We thought he was good!"

"Well, he may not be a Deatheater anymore but he's always been evil," Harry said, covering a yawn with a gloved hand.

"Well, thank goodness it's all over," Ginny said, not feeling relieved in the least. So Torie had been taken because of her, not because of Harry's job. Had she even acted as if she liked Malfoy? Well, she'd been nice enough to him, but that was just manners – a common courtesy that even Harry extended towards him.

"Ginny, love," Harry said softly, standing and pulling her to her feet. "You are under no condition allowed to blame yourself, even slightly, for what happened, You understand?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and rested her forehead against Harry's chest.

"Gin, look at me."

She looked up at met his warm gaze, knowing then that all had been forgiven. This was her husband – her Harry. He was the only one for her and he knew it. Smiling, he pressed his lips gently against hers and pulled their warm bodies together. Their family was safe, and so was she. Harry would always keep her safe – he knew and so did she, though she would never admit to it. A stubborn, independent streak caused her to fully believe that she could take care of her self with no help from anyone else.

As Harry led Ginny upstairs and laid her gently down on the bed, she knew there was no place she'd rather be: no one she'd rather be with. Nothing and no one would lead her away from her husband again because she knew he needed her as much as she needed him.

As Ginny began to doze off in Harry's arms, her breath beginning to slow and her racing heart quietened, she knew this was love. This was real love.

"Don't need to be alone.
No need to be alone.

It's real love.
It's real.
Yes, it's real love.
It's real."

- The Beatles

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AN: Well, I hadn't actually planned on stopping it there, but it seemed a good place. (please don't get mad). A sequel is very possible, and i'm planning on also doing one focusing more on Hermione and Ron's life, so keep watching for that. Thankyou everyone for reading and reviewing this story and i hope you read some of my other fics! Thankyou! (and please review!) cya! -annie xxx