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By the agreement of all

"Well, that was pointless," Ron said as he sat down heavily onto the chair in the Crow's Nest's dining area.

Hermione took a seat beside him. "Maybe not. At least we know that the cup isn't still at the Smith's."

"But we kind of already knew that. At least, based on what Harry said, we suspected that it wouldn't be there."

Hermione sighed. "I know. I was trying to stay positive."

"Oh," Ron answered, smiling at her and wrapping one arm behind the back of her seat.

She leaned against his arm, closing her eyes as if she were tired. Which, to be honest with herself, she was.

They had arrived to the Smith's this morning at nine o'clock. The Smith's had been so obtuse, snooty, and vague about answering their questions that they hadn't left until over two hours later, and it had been a long two hours.

After they had ordered their lunch – as it was close to noon – they were just finishing when a shadow was cast over the table.

Harry and the others looked up and were surprised to see the robed figure who had told them Ian Daley's location which had ultimately brought them to the Crow's Nest.

"Did you talk to him?" the disguised figure croaked in the same voice Harry and the others remember from the last time they had come into contact with each other.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, not volunteering any information. They didn't even know who the person was and he was cautious to trust someone whose face they had never even seen.

The cloaked figure ignored the question and spoke again. "Did you find the locket?"

Harry shook his head but did not volunteer any more information.

"So, he hasn't come back here yet?"

Hermione spoke up. "He didn't have the locket any more. He sold it."

The figure's head turned away from Harry and – they assumed at least – that the person was now looking at Hermione, but were unable to know for sure as the hood of the cloak cast a shadow over the figures face.

"Sold it? To who?"

"Halen Cain."

"Hermione!" Harry hissed. "We don't even know who this person is," he said, gesturing at the figure. "For all we know he wants the locket for himself."

"We don't know that. Anyway he helped us before."

"How? He told us to come here to get the locket, but I don't see the locket do you?"

Hermione just shook her head and turned back toward the figure. He was gone.

"You see, Hermione. Now he is going to use that information to find it for himself. Good work." Harry got up angrily, stalking up the stairs to his room.

Ginny watched Harry go and looked guiltily at Hermione, who was wiping the couple tears out of her eyes that threatened to fall after Harry had yelled at her. Ron was rubbing her back soothingly.

"Sorry," Ginny said. "I'll go try talking to him."

Ginny turned and ran up the stairs.

"I shouldn't have said anything should I?" Hermione asked, looking uneasily at Ron.

Ron shrugged. "I don't know. I think Harry is quick not to trust anyone. But, I think that sometimes people can be trusted, especially now. We need help if we're going to find the Horcruxes and defeat Voldemort."

Zacharias Smith walked down toward the kitchens, slipping in quickly before his parents had a chance to see him.

His parents had always told him that it was unacceptable for respectable people to visit the places in which the servants worked. A respectable person should not concern themselves with such trivial things, especially if they had servants to worry about it instead. And, normally he would agree with them – after all they raised him, their ideals had been instilled into him, or so he had thought.

About a week after the Gryffindors had visited his parents and they had learned from the house-elf – Toolio, he mentally corrected himself – that something he, Zacharias, had held to be true for so many years – that Hokey had killed his great-grandmother – was a lie.

This is why he was now visiting Toolio, and venturing into the kitchen to do so. He had needed to be sure that his parents would not listen in or interrupt.

Zacharias hoped that, by visiting Toolio, he would find out if the rumors that he had heard whispered about his family – rumors he used to get into physical fights about in an attempt to keep the honor of his family and ancestors from being destroyed – were in fact not rumors at all, but were actually true.

Harry woke with a start at a strange noise. He could tell instantly that the sound was not coming from the room but somewhere on the other side of the door.

He left Ginny lying in the bed and only vaguely noticed that she looked different although he couldn't really explain how.

He reached the door and turned the knob, sticking his head out the door and looking out into the hallway.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark hall, he realized that it was not the hallway outside their room at the Crow's Nest. This hall was different.

Harry walked cautiously out into the hall, following the sound how to another door.

Without thinking, he reached out, twisted the door handle, and stepped into the room.

A small magical night light set on a nearby table, softly illuminating a portion of a wooden crib.

Harry stopped short, shock coursing through him. Slowly, he approached the crib – as the sound was now very clearly the sound of a baby crying – and looked down at it.

Red hair shown back at him and he gasped when the baby quieted down and bright green eyes stared into his own.

"Is he okay?" a voice asked sleepily from the doorway he had just crossed through.

Harry snapped around to find Ginny – one who was a few years older than the one he had kissed goodnight that night when he had gone to sleep.

"Um…uh…yeah." Harry stumbled, blinking confusingly at her.

"Um…um…uh…yeah…uh" Ginny teased coming up beside him to check on the baby as well. "James seems fine. Lets go back to bed, Harry."

"James…he's my son?"

Ginny stopped, and looked questioningly at him. "I don't think I like what you're implying, Potter."

"No! I didn't mean it like that…I..."

"Harry!"

Harry jerked awake and was greeted by Ginny, who face was hovering above him.

"Are you okay? You were mumbling."

"Yeah. I'm fine…good actually."

Ginny brows knit together and she shrugged before lying back down beside him. "If you say so."

"Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"I can destroy the mirror now."

"So, you think you can destroy the mirror because you had a dream about Ginny?" Hermione asked the next morning, buttering the toast in front of her.

Harry shook his head. "No. I know I can destroy it."

"But how could having a dream make you think…"

"Know," Harry stressed.

Hermione waved her hand. "Fine. How can the dream make you know you can destroy it?"

"I've never had that type of dream before."

"You never had a dream about Ginny before?"

"Sure, but they're always about…" Harry trailed off as he had just become painfully aware that, from Ron's knowing stare, that Ginny's brother was sitting right there, hearing everything he said. I shouldn't be blushing, Harry thought to himself, Ron already knows what Ginny and I do alone in our room at night. Dreaming about it isn't worse than doing it.

"Anyway," Ginny smiled at Harry's apparent discomfort about what he had just all but revealed to her brother. "Harry said that he has never had a dream about us in the future together."

"What was the dream?" Hermione asked, getting off topic, but curious to know the answer.

Ginny smiled happily. "He dreamed that we had a baby boy, named James."

"That's cute." Hermione smiled looking at Harry who had turned redder than she had ever seen him.

Ron smirked as he looked at Harry. For once he wasn't the one with the horrible tomato-red blush and he was quite enjoying it. But, he took pity on Harry anyway. "Let's go try to destroy it then."

Harry and the others walked about a mile out of town, to a nearby forest.

As they were unsure what exactly would happen when Harry tried to destroy it, they wanted to be as far away from other people as possible.

"Okay, I'll lay the mirror down here. You guys stand back." Harry laid the mirror on the wet, cold ground – ithad rained the day before,leaving soggy leaves and mud behind.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny stood back, but close, behind Harry.

"Ready?" Harry asked the others. At their nods, he turned back and aimed his wand at the mirror. "Amo Speculum!"

The breath Ginny hadn't know she was holding swooshed out of her lungs when, a moment later, nothing still had not happened.

"Oh, Harry…"

Harry was grimacing as he turned to them. "No, its okay," Harry turned away from them, and began stooping over to pick the mirror back up off the ground. "I thought it would work," he mumbled.

"Did you concentrate on the dream you had?" Hermione asked, looking impatiently at Harry.

"What?"

Hermione sighed. "It probably isn't enough to know that you had the dream about your future. Try the spell again. This time focus on the dream while you do it. Think about what the dream being true would mean to you."

Harry swallowed and nodded, laying the mirror back down and standing back in front of it.

He took a few deep breathes, thinking hard about the dream. He and Ginny were married in that dream – no, he corrected himself; don't think about it as a dream. Harry breathed deeply a few more times, his eyes slipping shut to better focus. He and Ginny were married in the future. They had a baby – a son. And, his name was James. And, he thought to himself, James had been beautiful with his green eyes and red hair. If he was able to destroy the Horcruxes and Voldemort, that would his future – his and Ginny's. They would have James and more beautiful children just like him. All I need to do is destroy the mirror…destroy the mirror…

"AMO SPECULUM!"

Harry's eyes shot open as the sound of glass breaking and splintering filled his ears. He ducked wrapping his cloak around his face and exposed skin so that no glass would embed its self, just as Ron, Hermione, and Ginny did the same.

When the shower of glass hit the dirt and so was no longer a threat to him, he moved his cloak away from his face and looked down at what was left. The remainder of the Horcrux Mirror once belonging to Ravenclaw herself now consisted of nothing but a few shards of glass and chunks of gold which had once formed the frame in which the glass was set.

"You did it Harry!" Ginny cried happily, coming up to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. For a moment he stood is shock, but he soon reciprocated the hug by wrapped his arms around Ginny's waist and pulling her more strongly against him.

"Good job, mate," Ron said, slapping him on the back.

"Yeah, great job, Harry."

On the way back from the forest – and after they had gathered the biggest remaining pieces of the mirror – Hermione suggested that they stop at the owl post office and write to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"We haven't contacted them at all. They must be very worried, my parents too. We can be really vague about what we have done so far and tell them not to send a reply as it will seem to suspicious if someone intercepted it."

Harry agreed, partly because he was still on a high from destroying the mirror but mostly because he saw the hope in Ron, Hermione, and Ginny's eyes that they would be able to alleviate some of their respective parents' fears.