Alright, here's the next chapter. This one was a little longer, and hopefully up to standards. Review, please! And, like mentioned before, I own nothing except characters you happen to not recognize.

Thanks for reading.

It was the first time she stepped back into England, after twelve long years of running. Ginny Weasley smiled affectionately at her son, who was holding onto her hand protectively. He was used to running, it was all he knew. Rumours on the street, and discarded newspapers explained it all to him, even if his mother wouldn't.

The Burrow was just as Ginny had remembered it – worn, but filled with love. It was almost palpable. The old oak tree was still standing in the far corner of the yard, and the small pond glistened under the light of the setting sun. a few gnomes were poking their heads curiously out of their gnome-holes, wondering who the visitors were. Various muggle items were scattered about, (an old washing machine, a lawn-mower, and an ancient computer) while weeds were threatening to engulf the garden.

It was home.

"Are you nervous, Jamie?" Ginny whispered.

"I could ask the same to you, mum." Her son whispered back.

"I just... it's the first time you're meeting them..."

"I can handle it."

"But... so many things have changed. Twelve years! What they've been getting up to–"

"We can't stand out here all night, mum. Don't be frightened." And with a tug, the young boy led his mother up the crumbling walkway, to the back door of her childhood residence. Lifting a hand, he knocked confidently.

Ginny had just enough time to fling up the hood of her cloak before a young man with bright red hair answered the door.

Fred. Ginny thought with a jolt.

"Can I help you?"

Clearing her throat, and gripping her sons hand tightly, Ginny spoke. "My son and I... we're in desperate need of a lodging tonight–" before she could even finish her sentence Fred was yelling over his shoulder into a noisy room.

"Oi! We have guests tonight! They need food and sleep!"

"What's that dear?" Came a kind voice from the kitchen.

Mum. Ginny's hand tightened around her sons.

A plump woman with a faded blue apron came to the door, holding a spoon. "Hello," she greeted the two standing on the doorstep warmly. Turning to Fred she said, "you could have at least invited them in!"

Fred grinned sheepishly, and gestured Ginny and Jamie inside.

"Would you like me to take your cloak for you?" Asked Molly, while shooing Fred back into the kitchen. Ginny could see over her mothers shoulder a room full of redheads. Bill, Charlie, George, Ron, her father. Her eyes started to brim with tears.

"Dear?"

Ginny snapped back to attention, realizing she had never answered her mothers question.

"Er..."

"Mum," Jamie whispered, "I have to use the loo."

"Oh! It's right this way–" Ginny gasped as she caught her mistake. Molly was looking at her suspiciously. Sweet Merlin, what am I doing? As if reading her thoughts, Jamie whispered,

"take off your hood."

Nodding, Ginny disentangled her right hand from her son's fingers, and slowly let her cloak fall away from her face. Molly gasped.

"This... this isn't real." The older woman had dropped her spoon with a loud clatter, diverting the boys attention from whatever they were doing in the kitchen, to the hallway.

"Mum? Is anything wrong?" Came the voice of Ron.

Ginny looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She didn't know what to do, so she opted for cowering behind Jamie. That was quickly ruined, though, because the young boy pushed her forward forcefully.

"You... you're dead. You died twelve years ago. During the battle–"

"No, mum, I'm not. I..."

"Mum?" Ron was now standing in the doorway, looking at Ginny with an odd look on his face. "Gin?"

"I..."

"GIN?"

Fred and George leapt up from their seats at the kitchen table, pushed over Ron, and engulfed their sister in the biggest hugs they could muster.

"Gin! What happened–"

"–to you? We thought that you–"

"Died during battle! But you're–"

"Alive!"

"Not dead!"

By this time, everybody that was once in the kitchen, was now crowded in the hallway, all crying, holding onto their lost family member for dear life. No one noticed the black-haired boy standing in the shadows, absentmindedly playing with a loose string on his cloak.

"Ginny..." Molly was fighting back sobs, still not quite believing her daughter was standing in front of her. "Ginny..."

"It's me, mum. Ginevra Molly Weasley, your only daughter. I'm really here."

The two women ran towards each other, and hugged for dear life. Their sobs echoed throughout the house, and Bill ushered them into the living room, where everyone sat down, staring expectantly at their sister.

After the crying ceased, Ginny looked around the room, noting the lack of females. "Er... where are all of your wives?"

Ron grinned, throwing his arm around Ginny. "Girls night. We all decided to get together here, and bother mum. It's lucky we did!"

Taking one last look around the room, Ginny didn't see her son. "Jamie?" She called. Everyone looked at her in confusion, seeming to have forgotten that she was not the only one who arrived on their doorstep. "Jamie!" She called, louder this time. Finally, footsteps were heard coming from the hall. A second later, her son entered the room, looking around shyly.

"Hi." He said.

"What the..."

"Everybody," said Ginny standing up and walking over to the boy, "this is my son. James Potter."

The house was silent.

Ron was the first one to speak. "Potter?" He croaked. "As in... Harry Potter? As in..."

"The resemblance is uncanny, don't you think?" Ginny spoke sadly, while ruffling Jamie's hair. "I suppose I'll have to explain..."

"I think you'd better." Her father said stonily.