A/N Hey there! Here's another chapter hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.J

We left off:

Ginny took one step closer towards the professor and a deep breath. "My name is Ginevra Weasley and this is Harry Potter. We might look, to you and everybody else here, like Lily Evans and James Potter but we're not." She presided to take step closer and another breath. "We're not sure how it happen and where the real Lily and James are. All we know is that we were at Gringotts before we ended here." Dumbledore pointed them to the chairs in front of his desk and sated himself behind it, facing them. Harry took over telling the story from there, starting with who their parents are, what year they came from and then skipping to what they where doing before they found themselves in Hogwarts, no need to tell his whole life time story. At least not until the professor asks.

Chapter 8

Ginny and Harry helped each other tell Dumbledore what had happened, or what they though had happened. Amazingly the old professor didn't interrupt their story. He did get a sparkle in his eyes, although not the usual one. The fact that Dumbledore didn't interrupt them, by questioning their story, had both of them worried.

'He at least would have some questions or dough about this,' were Ginny's thoughts.

"…. And that is the reason why we came to your office last night, sir." Harry stated.

Ginny continued with, "We sort of," she looked pointedly at Harry, "... Wanted to make sure that this wasn't a prank"

"Or plot to kill me."

"... Before we came to you, but we came to a decision that it couldn't be either because of the situation we're currently in."

When they finish with their story, they waited patiently for Dumbledore to react. They watched waiting for some kind of solution for their problem to form on his face. The aged man sat there with an amusing and thoughtful look on his face before opening his mouth to speak.

"Now as much fun as that might sound, I'm afraid that we can't hold that kind of mayor event this year." He raised a hand to silence Ginny. "I know that you two have worked hard to come up with this idea. Well not only the idea but to have planned it as well. But we can't possibly. Not this year I am afraid."

Harry was dumbfounded by the phrases that were coming from the elderly man's mouth.

Ginny protested. "Professor I don't understand."

Dumbledore looked at her and said, "A ball would be wonderful. But…"

This time Harry was the one to interrupt his old headmaster, "Ball? Who the Bloody-fuck is talking about a Ball?"

Ginny gasped at him as he had never sworn in front of her before. "Harry James Potter," she spoke sounding quite stern. "Do you eat with that dirty mouth? Just be grateful that mum isn't here to wash it out."

"Ginny not now, we can worry about the stated of my mouth later."

The words had come out before he had time to register them. It was a miracle that he wasn't blushing.

"Now, now Mr. Potter. Like I said it's a wonderful thought to host a ball this year, but with the recent events it would be wisest to not convey any attention on the school."

The professor paused for a few seconds, to look at his illogical watch, and then said, "You both still have time to get to breakfast."

He motioned them to the door and waited patiently for them to take their leave. But neither Ginny nor Harry got up from their sits.

"Sir did you paid ANY attention to what we have been telling you!"

"'Course James, But like I said we can't bring any kind of attention to the school."

Ginny, tried but failed to control her temper, and let out a frustrating sigh.

"Professor!" she practically whined. "He's not James, he's Harry. He is James and Lily's son from the future."

"Yes, Lily, it would help with the inter-house…ah animosity that has been all too present for years. But I must emphasize that in the recent events it is best to keep a low profile, or the most inattention can receive," The stubborn professor pointed out.

"James, I'm sure your cousin has told you about the muggle attacks not being random events, but that they are in fact planned by a group of… "

Harry cut him off, impatiently, "Death Eaters."

It was logical that they would hear about the attacks. Although he had thought that attacks would have started way before now. Thought it seemed that Tom was being a bit discreet at the moment. How long was it till' all the horrors start in the wizarding world? That was what Harry wanted to know. Or maybe it had already started but the Ministry had yet to get wind of it. Yet it seemed obvious that Dumbledore knows who He is and what He wants. But he had yet to figure out how far it had gotten. Harry was shocked with himself. He was shocked that he had never asked anybody about this.

"Yes, James… Death Eaters. And I am afraid that it won't be long before the attacks will be targeted elsewhere."

The man's entire twinkle had left his eyes at such a thought. It wouldn't have surprised Harry or Ginny, if they had thought that this was the first time that their future-dead-Headmaster's eyes lost that special twinkle, but they both could tell it was not and they really tried not to dwell on it.

"Now if you don't hurry, you'll miss breakfast all together."

Both Ginny and Harry stood solemnly at this. They were still mourning not only for their favorite Headmaster's sparkle, but for all those people lives; not to mention the choices that were lost to them because of the war and their own innocence.

They silently walked for a few minutes they thought to themselves. Ginny broke the silence first.

"Harry?" He stopped and turned to her sad eyes. Frustrated he ran his hand through his hair as he couldn't think of anything that would get the look of sadness off her pretty face. He was sure that he probably was baring a similar look.

Unknown to him, just that small action, of running his hand through his hair, had brought some comfort to Ginny. It was a homey feeling, not much of one, but enough for her to take notice of the emotion that Harry brought out in her.

"That man still frustrates me to no end… ah… Sometimes. I mean it's not like there was anybody in the room with us that could give that kind of information away. He didn't bloody help us at all," Harry stated.

He had started to pace in front of Ginny as he spoke. Harry stop right in front of her and said,

"Or maybe it's one of his 'life-learning lessons' that he is known for, the ones he is so fond of coming up with. That's probably why he acted like he didn't hear or understand what we were saying."

'By Merlin, even dead, the old man can't seem to stay out of my life.' As soon as the thought cross his mind, he regretted it. He couldn't deny to himself that he would have liked to have his old mentor back.

"Harry what if…" Ginny had gotten an idea but, 'What if Harry didn't like it? Well it doesn't matter. We need to find a way to get back to the future and find out where the real Lily and James are.'

"You're doing it again, Gin-Gin."

"Doing what, exactly? And I told you to stop calling me Gin-Gin, you prick," she retaliated.

They both gave a silent sigh of relief that they had been holding. Maybe now they could go back to ….uh … whatever kind of relationship they had held before all this.

"The 'Hermione look'. You really need to stop hanging out with her; she's being a bad influence on you." He teased.

"Why I never... Harry James Potter, she is as much, if not more, your friend then mine. Just why are you talking that way about her?" She pointed an accusatory finger at him, "Just wait until I tell her what you said."

A/N I know it's a little short but…. No, no excuses but I'll try to make the next update a bit longer.

WickedPotter Thanks for the words of encouragement. Hope you enjoy this chapter, too.

Pertroleumjellydotone Thanks again for being Beta for this story. I really appreciate!

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