Dislaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. They belong to Ms. Rowling.

Chapter three: Meeting in the moonlight

Deep in the Rocky Mountains of the American winter night, a lone stranger walked up a large stairway built of stone and hung off the edge of the mountains. Panting when finally at the top of the long series of stone stairways, the stranger's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets as he stood in the shadows of Harrison Manor.

Sitting upon a large plateau that seamed to be manmade on the side of the mountain, the largemansion's four stories stood proudly with gleaming lights out each of its' large Victorian windows. Walking slowly towards the large main doors of the manor crossing large fountains and roman pillars, the stranger realized that this area was filled with magical power. It practically cackled around the area, as the stone steps seemed to spit out short sparks of white electricity every time the stranger's black shoes took a step.

It started to snow lightly making the stranger pull his black cloak tightly around himself as gasps ofhis breath could be seen. Increasing his pace, the stranger almost ran to the front doors before pulling one of the door's large knockers. A loud "Bong" cracked making the stranger wince slightly and cover his ears. Large footsteps were heard approaching the door. The main entrance opened slowly before another shock was given to the stranger.

Out from behind the large door stood a large male with a bald and gleaming head. Glancing up to get a good look at the caucasian man's face, the stranger could tell this large man was easily almost 8 feet in height. With large bushy eyebrows and sharp black eyes, the man seemed to be a bit annoyed at having a visitor this late in the night.

His appearance shown that he was definitely not going to bed. The large bald man was wearing a large black tuxedo with a white bowtie that fit on a humongous gangly body. The stranger reminded himself to not piss of this large man. Extending his full body out into the blowing snowstorm, the large man stretched out his long muscular arm.

"Good evening…" The large man was asking for the stranger's name.

Eyes widening in realization, the stranger quickly obliged. "M-my name is Welton."

The large man nodded his huge head before going back to his introduction. "Good evenig, Welton, you have been expected by Mr. Lee. Allow me to introduce myself, I am the butler of the house. This way."

He's the butler of the house!He's more like a bodyguard! Welton thought to himself before realizing the Butler had already walked straight into the darkness. Running after the Butler, Welton looked around briefly as he ran. This guy must be filthy rich, I see pillars everywhere and these paintings are enormous! Running at a faster pace, Welton noticed the many doors locked at each side of the long hallway. Finally seeing the Butler stop at a large, two-door passageway, Welton stopped and panted hard from the running. The Butler looked annoyed at this puny visitor.

"This way Welton, do not touch anything! Follow me closely." The Butler said in his gruff and aggressive voice. Pushing the doors open, the butler walked into a well-lit room.

When Welton followed, he almost fell over at the massive size of the room. As high as four stories, walkways were seen to wind right off the walls. At the middle of the room, two golden stairways with expenisve, red carpeting rotated between each otherto finally level out and head towards one side of the rectangular room connecting with the hallways that wound around the room. This massive interior seemed to be the size of a football field. A large fountain could be seen to rise straight up with the two stairways. Located on the ground was a large royal navy colored rug that stretched to every corner of the room.

"This way." The butler spoke bluntly, his voice echoing off the walls. "Walk faster, the master of this house does not like to be kept waiting."

Welton practically ran to keep up with the Butler's long legs passing numorous abstract objects and large paintings. After about 120 yards, they stood in front of another large door, this time, a golden door with no windows.

"Inside, now! Mr. Lee is waiting for you in there. Do not anger him or you will face the consequences from me," The butler's sharp, dark eyes flashed dangerously as he pushed Welton into the room before walking away.

Welton slowly walked in after hearing the large golden door close with a "click." Now he was alone with Mr. Lee, the mysterious individual who sent Welton the mysterious letter in the blue envelope when he finished his usually check-up of the patients at St. Mungos.

Pulling out his folded letter, Welton read the neat cursive handwriting again.

Dear Dr. Louis,

I have recently gained information about a certain individual who I have great interest in. Please come alone to this address written on the backside of this letter. You will be payed well and I assure you that your life will be in no danger. This is urgent.

With utmost care,

Matthew W.L.

Well, no harm coming. Dr. Louis walked slowly to the large window ledge on the other side of the door. Peering outside, Dr. Louis could see snowflakes falling rapidly in the misty mountain terrain. The moon gave only a dim light that cascaded through the window that pooled out about 5 feet from the window ledge. After enjoying the scenery,Fr. Louiswas startled bya smooth silky tenor voice.

"I've been expecting you Dr. Louis. So glad for you to join me here in my comfortable abode." Dr. Louis whirled around only to see darkness past the pool of light the moon shone through the window. Gripping his wand just in case, he heard the same voice this time to his right instead of his left.

"Wand down Dr. Louis, there's no need to defend yourself. I am currently unarmed."

Turning to his right, Dr. Louis spoke in a strained voice, "How do I know that, show yourself! Lumos!" Dr. Louis stared in shock as nothing came from his wand.

A soft chuckle was heard, this time from the center right in front of Dr. Louis, maybe ten feet away. "As you have already found out, magic cannot be performed in this room. I call this room the "peace" room. No one can use magic in here. It is forbidden.This is where I relax.

Dr. Louis was getting scared and anxious. Pointing his wand right in front of him, he yelled out, "Show yourself!"

A sign was heard in return and smooth footsteps were heading towards Dr. Louis. Anxious, Dr. Louis stepped back a few paces until he felt his legs hit the window ledge. Finally, after a few painful seconds that seemed forever to Dr. Louis, Mr. Lee finally appeared into the moonlight. The first thing that stepped into the moonlight was two pure white dress shoes with golden buckles. Slowly walking into the dim light of the moon, Mr. Lee presented himself to Dr. Louis. Dr. Louis gasped in shock…

Ginny woke up with a gasp. Looking around, she sat up and glanced at the clock. Almost noon, ugh! Why didn't anyone wake me up! Jumping quickly out of bed, Ginny grabbed from her wardrobe jeans that showed off herlong legs and a white sweater. After pulling out a pair of white socks, Ginny opened her bedroom door and walked to the nearest bathroom.

Passing Ron's room, she glanced inside. Messy, smells like goblins, and a worn down quidditch book of the Chudley Cannons. Yep, Ron's sure normal. Glancing on Ron's bed, it seemed to Ginny that Ron left in a hurry. With a quick shrug, Ginny reached the bathroom before quickly shutting the door. Turning the shower faucet to her desired temperature, Ginny stepped in.

After about 20 minutes of showering, Ginny walked out of the room wrapped in a white towel and proceeded to dress back in her room. Fixing her hair in front of the mirror, Ginny used a quick drying spell Hermione taught her in fifth year before a loud remark was heard from the mirror. "Ginny dear, you look fine. You sure look excited today. Might I ask the reason?" a grandmotherly voice talked to Ginny as she finished drying her hair.

"Yes, by the way. Harry's back from the war and I can't wait to meet him again! It's been so long. Almost two years I do believe." Ginny looked at herself in the mirror. At the height of 5'5, Ginny had certainly grown from adolescence into a young woman in these two years. Her body was curvaceous and she had long, slender legs.

Her face held soft features while her hair was the same fiery red colored as her brothers. Falling just below her shoulders, Ginny's hair contrasted well to her chocolate eyes. The mirror promptly whistled before Ginny broke into a soft smile and practically skipped downstairs. The golden rays of sun brightly lit the kitchen of the Burrow as Ginny saw Mrs. Weasley, the plump and red haired woman that was the center of directing love in the Weasley household. She had the weight of 8 men and Ginny on her shoulders worrying about their lives everyday during the war. Now that Voldomort was defeated, Mrs. Weasley looked marvelously younger as she scurried across the kitchen flicking her wand at certain areas getting Lunch ready. Noticing Ginny enter the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley's eyes lit up.

"Oh Ginny dear! You've finally woken up. I had to yell at your brother for sleeping in yesterday and not being by Harry's side. Poor boy must be dead tired by now. He's coming for dinner tonight! Weasley's and their friends only party. No one else. Let's have some good family time since the war's over." Mrs. Weasley ran over and hugged Ginny. "Come help me with the dishes, Tonight's party's going to be the best one in Weasley history!"

Ginny smiled. She definitely liked her mother without all the stress of worrying on her. She remembered when she would wake up in the middle of the night to find her mother sitting by the fireplace staring into the fire. Ginny had wanted the best for her mother to be happy. Now the war was over. Mrs. Weasley was better than ever.

"Okay mum!" Ginny walked over to the sink before starting to wash the leftover dishes from the morning breakfast. A bell rang at the door. Mrs. Weasley hurried over to the door. Several seconds passed before Ginny heard Mrs. Weasley's voice again.

"Ginny! Your boyfriends here…"

Author's Note: Hey, be sure to review. I know, they are very addicting to authors. Well, we finally introduce Ginny into my virtuous plot. A heads up to my fellow readers. This story isn't about Harry and Ginny getting together right away. That would be too cliche. As Shakespeare wrote, the road of love is never smooth. Expect a few problems. But, to assure you all...the love will blossom to become strong as diamond. Ginny will be major in this story.

This chapter has been edited.

-Apac