A/N: Thanks to KnifeThrowaStarr, lissy86, and Phinehasfan for their reviews of the last chapter. I really appreciate all the encouragement and positve reviews I have received from all the people who have reviewed so far.

Behold the proof

Hermione rested her head against Ron's chest.

Ron glanced down at her. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Of course not, Ron. It was wonderful." Hermione smiled and ran her hand lightly across his chest.

"You didn't come. It couldn't have been that wonderful."

"I know, but I did before when you…but anyway, it doesn't matter because girls almost never come the first time."

Ron nodded, slightly appeased.

They lay silently for some time and soon drifted off, wrapped in each others arms.

They were asleep when the muffled sound of a door hitting the wall across the hallway invaded their sanctuary.

The unsuspecting girl sleeping on one of the beds in the room awoke with a start as the door crashed against the wall.

"What's going on?" Annora sat up in bed, watching the angry expression on Harry's face.

"I think you should be the one answering that question, Ginny," Harry spit out, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he glared at her.

"So you know. That's great. At least I don't have to drink that disgusting potion anymore. How did you find out?" Ginny asked dauntlessly, still in her "Annora" disguise.

"The mirror," Harry growled, uncrossing his arms and striding over to Ginny's bed.

Ginny nodded. "I should have thought of that."

Harry motioned Ginny to move her legs and he sat down near the foot of her bed. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help find the Horcruxes."

"I don't want you here, Ginny. There was a reason I broke up with you. I can't protect you from Voldemort if you're running into danger with us."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Please, Harry. Voldemort will come after my family – and me – regardless of if we associated with you or not. My family and I are "blood traitors" and most of us are in the Order. We are already targets."

Harry let out a frustrated sigh. "Ginny, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I know that, Harry, but, either way, I am in danger. Us being together or not, me being here or not, changes nothing." Ginny watched as Harry nodded slightly and smiled. Finally, he was starting to understand.

"We are going to take you back to the Burrow tomorrow morning."

Ginny bit back a scream of anger. "Oh, no, we are not."

Further discussion was stopped as the Polyjuice potion Ginny had taken about an hour ago began to wear off, and soon, Ginny once again sported her red hair, pale skin, and freckles.

An idea hit Harry as the last of Annora's brown hair gave way to Ginny's red tresses.

"Who is 'Annora'?"

"Hermione's cousin. Hermione wrote her and asked for some of her hair. Annora is one of the only cousins Hermione has that knows she is a witch so Hermione could tell her it was for a potion. Annora agreed and Hermione and I made an obscene amount of the potion in my room for the month before we left for Godric's Hollow."

"It figures Hermione knew about this."

"Sure, Harry, I am not the only one who thinks you were being stupid when you dumped me."

"I didn't really dump you."

"Yes, you did," Ginny interrupted. "Regardless of if you think you had a good reason for us to break up or not, the fact is you did break up with me."

"Not because I wanted to. I had to, Ginny. I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."

Ginny sighed, and reached over, grasping one of Harry's hands in both of hers. "I know, Harry. But you need help. You need Ron and Hermione, and you need me. I can help."

"You can't even do magic outside of school. Be honest, what can you do to help?"

"Well, for one thing, I have helped with the research of finding Ravenclaw's house and trying to find the Horcrux. Also, I am the one who realized that it was a Pogrebin that was hurting Ron, and I knew how to get rid of it."

"Fine, but when we come up against Death Eaters – which I don't doubt we will at some point – what are you going to do? I can't concentrate on battling them if I have to protect you because you can't do magic."

"Well, at this point, I haven't used magic. I kicked the Pogrebin and Hermione and I have been doing side-along apparition when we had to apparate. Anyway, she and I thought about that before we decided on this plan and Hermione and I figured that when we do get in a situation like that, I'll use magic."

"But, you could get kicked out of school."

"I am not going back to school right now so it doesn't matter, and, by the time it does matter, maybe people won't care that I used magic outside of school and I will be able to get back in. By that point they will, hopefully, have realized that it was for a good reason."

Deidre stood in the shadows as Harry went tearing up the stairs towards the girls' room. She knew why he had gone to the mirror, who he was trying to see: Ginny, the girl who was disguising herself as Annora.

Before they had arrived, the mirror had told her that Annora was not who she was pretending to be and was, in fact, a girl named Ginny Weasley.

Deidre had seen the interest in Harry's eyes when she had showed them the mirror, interest that had nothing to do with it being a Horcrux, and more to do with the power the mirror had. She had been clever enough to figure Ginny was in disguise for a reason and reasoned that Harry was that reason – in her Hogwarts' days she had been sorted into Ravenclaw after all, which made sense as she was one of the clever witch's descendants.

Deidre smiled into the dark room and hoped that everything worked out for Harry and Ginny and,for that matter, Ron and Hermione. She pulled her dressing gown around her and sighed. She missed her husband and children and hoped that she would soon be with them once more.

Deidre made her way to the fireplace and pulled the eagle lever. She walked toward the appearing door and made her way, once more, down the dark hallway and opened the door leading to the mirror.

Deidre stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, just staring at it. She needed to tell the children. They were not the only ones looking for the mirror. She had seen Voldemort's attempts at finding it for several weeks now. But, he was not as clever as the children and was having a harder time of it. But, he was getting close she knew it was only a matter of time.

"Who is trying to seek you out?" Deidre finally whispered, looking into the cold glass of the mirror.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has found this house. He will find me here. He will be here soon," a quiet, but tinny voice echoed throughout the room.

Deidre gasped, ripped the mirror of the wall, and ran out of the room, clutching the mirror in her arms.

Harry and Ginny sat silently on the bed for a while, Ginny's hand still grasping Harry's.

They were drawn away from their silent musings when the door to Ginny's room opened without warning.

Mrs. Dearborn, looking frazzled, out of breath, and clutching something in her arms stood in the doorway.

"Children, pack your things, you need to leave. Now!"

"What's going on?" Harry asked, letting go of Ginny's hand and standing up.

"Voldemort is coming. He found the house. He is looking for the mirror. He will be here soon."

Ginny gasped and got out of bed, scrambling around and throwing her clothing and Hermione's into their trunks.

Once she was finished, and had put her cloak on, Harry shrunk the trunks. Ginny shoved them both into her pocket and followed Harry into the hallway.

"I'll go pack my things and you go tell Ron and Hermione."

Ginny nodded and knocked quickly on Ron's door before getting impatient and opened the door herself.

The scene revealed to her on the other side of the door was one that made her want to run from the room or gouge her eyes out, but now was not the time to be traumatized by seeing her brother in bed with a girl.

"Ron, Hermione, get up! Voldemort found the mirror. He's coming for it right now. We have to get out of here."

"Ginny!" Ron gasped, surprised to see his sister here and talking to him.

"There is no time for that now, he is on his way."

Hermione shrieked and jumped from the bed, grabbing the top sheet as she went and wrapping it around her naked form.

"I'll just leave. Hurry up," Ginny ordered, walking out the door and shutting it behind her.

"Are they coming?" Harry asked buttoning his cloak and looking at Ron's closed door.

"Yeah, they're just getting dressed."

Harry's eyes widened, but didn't say anything. Now was not the time.

Mrs. Dearborn met them in the hallway after she had gone to her room to change her own clothing.

"Here, Harry, take the mirror." She thrust the mirror into his hands.

"What do I do with it?"

Ron and Hermione emerged from Ron's room as Mrs. Dearborn answered.

"Take it with you. Destroy it with one of the spells mentioned in this book. I can't remember for sure which one it was, but I am positive it was in this one. Accio Ancient Hexes and Curses of the Ancients!" Mrs. Dearborn plucked the book soaring at her seconds later and handed it to Ginny.

"We need to go then. Come on." Harry gestured for the others to come with him.

Mrs. Dearborn shook her head. "I am not coming. I will stay here and fend them off. I will keep the wards up to try to keep him from getting in here, so you children will need to escape through the woods. Once you have gotten far enough into the woods, where the wards have no effect, you can apparate to the village and use the Floo to get as far away from this place as you can."

"We can't leave you behind. You can come with us," Hermione said, looking at the kind, old woman who had taken them in.

"I am an old woman, Hermione. I have lived a long life, longer than I wanted after my husband's and children's deaths. I will stay behind because it will give you all a chance to get away." She then turned to Harry. "You will remember to look for the spell in that book, right. I am sorry I can't remember which one it was. I tried too many and am too old to remember for sure."

At Harry's nod, she smiled and quickly hugged each of them.

"Leave now, children. I am glad I could meet you all. You will be the saviors of the wizarding world. I know it." She looked at Ginny and smiled. "You as well. Do not make her return home, Harry. She needs to be here. She will be a big help to you and this journey."

With that Mrs. Dearborn pushed them toward the stairs and out into the yard. "Go, now."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny set off toward the woods at a jog. Their jog soon turned into a full out run when they glanced back and saw Voldemort approach Mrs. Dearborn, their wands aimed at each other.

They heard yells as spells shot through the air. Mrs. Dearborn was putting up quite a fight until Voldemort viciously hissed "Avada Kedavra" and a now familiar – to Harry at least – green light shot out from his wand and hit the kind old woman who had done so much for them in the chest.