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A/N: Here's another chappie of the re-postation. Hip hip hooray.

The colors swirled again, and Ginny winked into existence in that same building. It seemed to still be an orphanage, judging by the kids resting on cots inside the room that gasped at Ginny's sudden appearance out of thin air. But Ginny ignored them temporarily, to pick up little Penelope and comfort her. The poor girl was scared out of her wits, but only wept silent tears.

"It's okay," Ginny whispered, hugging the small girl. "We just traveled a little. I'll explain more to you later, all right?"

" 'Kay," the little girl agreed. Her face lost some of the 'trying not to cry' expression, and she took the intiative to introduce herself. "I Penelope."

"Good," Ginny said. "I'm Ginny, and I'm your new mother." Both Ginny and Penelope grinned in delight before Ginny's reverted back to serenity. "Now, watch me. These people saw us come in. We don't want them to remember us. So watch what I do: Obliviate." Ginny Memory Charmed the now fearful spectators casually.

"Wow," Penelope said, as she watched the kids' faces lose fear and smooth out.

"Stupefy Tempus," Ginny whispered. They fell unconscious. "Now, we'll get out. Hold on very hard to my arm, and don't let go until I tell you. This will feel very strange."

Penelope nodded, and latched onto Ginny's arm with such force that Ginny winced. Destination…Determination…Deliberation…

Good. There was the squeezing feeling. And here they both were in front of the Three Broomsticks.

The Three Broomsticks. Another place that had been overrun by the Death Eaters. Ginny was so busy staring nostalgically at it that she almost forgot to check Penelope for any signs of Splinching. Both of them were un-Splinched, though, thank goodness. It had been a while since Ginny had Apparated, especially since Voldemort and his Death Eaters had monsters in the Void that once passes through to Apparate. Those would get you, even if you didn't splinch yourself because fear was messing with your determination.

Ginny entered the pub, already noisy for the lunch crowd. Madam Rosmerta, a very young Madam Rosmerta, was barkeeping and waitressing. She was just as efficient as Ginny remembered, spotting the pair and bustling over to them.

"What can I do for you?" she asked cheerfully. In truth, she was a bit scared of this menacing figure, all in black with such white hair, but…the girl had a little child and the child was clinging onto the girl' hand like there was no tomorrow.

"A room, please," Ginny said. Instinctively, she tensed—the only people in her future that were cheerful were the Death Eaters and the worst of the spies, the ones who would quickly realize that they actually sucked at the act of spying and then would just plain attack you. Ginny had to forcibly relax herself. It wouldn't do to appear guilty in any way, right? She wasn't sure what year this was, whether there was any evil person around…

"Right-o," Rosmerta agreed. "I've never seen you here before. What's your name?"

"Um…" Ginny thought about it. Should she tell her real name? That would mean possibly revealing her position. "Er…Genevieve Wilson."

"All right," Rosmerta said. She was a little suspicious, but…this girl was paying. So, whatever. "Room twelve."

"Thank you," Ginny said. "Penelope, come along."

"Yes Mummy," Penelope said and latched onto Ginny's hand once again. Ginny was a little startled at Penelope calling her 'mummy' but then, she had told Penelope that she was her new mother. At least, she would be acting as such. So Ginny's face softened, and she grew irrationally proud at being called 'mummy' by a little two-year-old.

Hoisting Penelope into her arms, Ginny climbed the stairs of the Three Broomsticks.

"Here we are," announced Ginny, to Penelope when they came to room number twelve. "See? There's a twelve." She pointed to the number painted on the door. "Twelve." Penelope nodded and slipped down from Ginny's arms into the room, which was a pleasantly simple, white-painted one, with stocky oak furniture.

Ginny sat Penelope down (she had been running around the room and squealing) on the smaller bed, which sat right next to the double-size, sleigh bed.

"There," she said, tucking Penelope's covers up to her chin. "Now, I'm going to tell you a story, and every bit of it is true. All right?"

"Yes, Mummy," Penelope said. She was happy, with her new mother, warm and safe.

"There was a bad man, who grew up from Tom Riddle at the orphanage. Remember him?"

"Yes." Penelope shuddered. "Scary."

"When he was a man, he was even scarier, and killed many, many people. But he didn't kill me, so I decided to save the world." Penelope gasped. She looked happily scared, like she was watching an enjoyable horror film. "I went back in time to when you lived in the orphanage. And I killed Tom Riddle, the little boy. Now the world is safe from him, but I don't exist in that time anymore. So now we're traveling around time. Backwards and forwards. We can have a lot of fun, but we need to be a little careful. Not many people will believe that we're traveling in time. And there are always bad people."

"How time-travel?" Penelope asked. She, remarkably, wasn't treating it as only a story.

"Through magic. It exists, and you can do it too. Here, wave my wand." Penelope took it and waved it. Green sparks shot out.

"Wow…" Penelope said. "Pwetty."

"Yes," Ginny said. "Pretty."

A/N (#2!): There you go. Bye.