A/N: Thanks for the reviews evil-mastermind666 and pettybureaucrat.

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Also, for anyone who is interested, I edited chapter six – the 'first time' scene between Ron and Hermione. The first time I posted it I had edited it down to keep out the more racy stuff, but I looked around on and found more racy stuff than what I had written so I thought I would post the chapter I had originally written.

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The return of a memory

Early morning - the day after Mr. and Mrs. Weasley received the letter from Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny - Jonathan and Robin Granger made the now familiar trip to the Weasley's house.

They had become good friends with the Arthur and Molly, although they all wished the friendship had formed over better circumstances.

Since getting into their car for the hour drive to the Burrow, Jonathan and Robin were lost in their own thoughts, thinking about what Arthur had told them the night before.

They had wanted to leave for the Burrow the night before when Arthur contacted them, but each knew that it would be better to wait for the next morning.

It of course would have been easier for the Weasleys to use magic to get to the Burrow – Robin couldn't remember what Hermione had told them it was called – as they would be able to almost instantly appear in the Granger's home. But, they had decided from the beginning that this would be dangerous - as would using the fireplace, as both these things could be detected and followed by magic.

So, the first time the Grangers had come to the Burrow – after their daughter had disappeared from the house in the middle of the night along with her three friends – they had set up meeting days. On these days, Jonathan and Robin would drive to the Burrow and get updates on what the Weasleys knew about their children's movement.

So far they hadn't known anything and, aside from the first visit when they were told some of the things that occurred during Hermione's previous and most recent school years – things their daughter had neglected to tell them herself – they had spent most of their time talking as pleasantly with Arthur and Molly as they could considering they were all worried about their missing children.

But, that had changed late last night. Arthur had appeared in their living room which, truthfully, shocked them as they were watching a film at the time and did not expect someone to suddenly appear in front of them, especially when that someone came stepping out the their fireplace.

They had of course heard about this method of travel from Hermione – one of the few things she told them apparently – but, it was still quite a shock.

After Arthur brushed the soot from his hair and clothing, he told Jonathan and Robin that his wife had received an owl from the children, and that he came straight from work to tell them.

So, while he didn't know everything in the letter – his wife hadn't told much incase the letter was intercepted – they could come over tomorrow and they could talk about it.

"We're here," Jonathan said breaking the silence as he turned into a long gravel driveway toward the Burrow.

Robin was brought out of her thoughts of the previous night. "I can see that," she snapped even though she hadn't even noticed until he said something.

Jonathan turned to her looking questioning. "I can't have said anything to make you angry at me. We haven't talked all the way here."

Robin narrowed her eyes at her husband, and then sighed, looking down at her lap. "I'm not angry at you. I'm just nervous about what the letter says. Molly couldn't tell Arthur much about it through owl last night and so he wasn't able to tell us anything. Anything could have happened to them."

"I don't know, Robin. The Weasleys have kept us informed as much as they can and I don't think that they would have made us wait if one of the children was in the hospital. They would have apparated straight over to tell us."

Apparated, that was it, Robin thought to herself. She smiled softly at her husband, he was right of course. Arthur and Molly wouldn't have kept them in suspense if it was anything really bad. "Okay. What are we waiting for then. Let's get inside."

"So," Jonathan said, sitting at the kitchen table with his wife, Arthur, Molly, Lupin, and Tonks. "They found and destroyed one of the things they were looking for?"

"It looks that way," Lupin answered.

Lupin and Tonks sometimes joined the four parents when they would meet at the Burrow, but usually they choose not too, trying to give them time to deal with their angst over their children alone.

Jonathan guessed that they came this time because there was actually news this time that they needed to be privy to.

Robin spoke up. "What are the chances that the later was faked? You have all been talking about how we can't write things in letters to each other because it might be intercepted. What if someone just wants us to think they are doing well?"

"We thought of that. But, they used some keywords that we use whenever we talk about certain places – like Grimmauld Place for example. See," Tonks said, pointing to the letter.

"And, the chance of other people knowing about these keywords is…?"

Lupin spoke up at this point. "Almost impossible. We feel that the letter matches their individual handwriting. Molly found some old letters around Ron's room and Harry and Hermione's handwriting matched the parts they seemed to have written. The same for Ron and Ginny."

Robin nodded. "So, they must have really destroyed one of the things. How many do they have left again?"

"Not counting the one they just destroyed, they should have four left. They didn't tell us what they were exactly but Tonks and I have been gathering information about it and we think one of them has to be You-Know-Who."

"So they are definitely going to have to fight him?" Jonathan's heart clenched in fear for his beloved only daughter's safety.

Lupin nodded. "It's the only way for all this to end. Hopefully we can find their location before this happens and we will be able to help them when the time comes."

The Grangers stayed a few more hours and then left after lunch.

The morning after they sent the letter to the Weasleys, Harry woke up early, his eyes sliding almost instantly to Ginny who was snuggled against his chest.

He smiled and slid his hands across her naked back, pulling her closer to him and brushing his lips across her forehead.

"Hmmm," Ginny sighed, turning her head up to meet his lips in a kiss.

Harry deepened the kiss, rolling her under him so that she was pressed down onto the mattress.

"Good morning," he said, breaking the kiss and then leaning down again to kiss and suck at her neck.

Ginny sighed in pleasure, tilting her head to the side so that he would have better access.

Harry groaned in response and slid one arm from her waist, up to cup her breast, pinch the nipple lightly, then harder.

Ginny gasped her legs immediately wrapping around Harry's hips which were pressing insistently against her own.

"Please," she moaned as Harry reached down, sliding his fingers inside her to see how ready she was – and she was very ready for him, Harry noted smugly.

"Wait," Harry groaned, reaching out for his wand and performing the contraception charm.

He laid the wand back on the table and turned his attention back to her. He lifted his hips a little, grasping himself, and positioned his erection at her entrance.

He thrust hard, sliding easily into her and Ginny cried out in response, her hands grinding his hips against hers.

"Harry…" Ginny groaned out in frustration when a few seconds later he still hadn't started moving.

Harry responded by rolling over on to his back, taking her with him.

Ginny smiled, her frustration easing as she started bouncing up and down on him, her breasts bouncing along with the rest of her.

Harry grinned, watching her breasts rise and fall. Soon, he felt the tension building and knew he would not last much longer. Blindly, he reached out; gripping Ginny's hips in his hands, he began slamming her up and down on him. "Ginny," he growled, panting heavily.

Sensing he was close, Ginny reached down to stimulate herself. She had been close herself, and a few strokes later Ginny collapsed on Harry's chest, panting as he slammed her hips up and down one more time, screaming out when his own release hit him.

The cloaked figure sat in one of the tall-backed booths of the pub.

He had spent the last for weeks since leaving the four at the inn trying to find out who Halen Cain was and were he might be now.

At first he hadn't had much luck, but when he was beginning to lose hope that he would find the man's identity and whereabouts, he had a breakthrough. This breakthrough led him to Kendrick's, a magical Irish family-owned pub which seconded as an inn.

About an hour went by, during which time the figure refused to order any drinks as he did not want to be sloshed when he talked to the man.

He uncomfortably ignored the advances of a woman sitting nearby. Luckily, the kind female barkeep seemed not to like those types of women in her bar because she told her to get out and then apologized to him. He smiled back and waved it off.

It didn't matter to him. He could have handled it himself, and anyway, he wasn't there for that reason. Although, it had been a long time…

The man shook his head, as if doing so would banish the thought from his mind. There was only one woman for him, but she was lost to him forever.

His attention was turned away from his thoughts to the front door when the bell went off, signaling someone's entrance.

A man with long stringy brown hair stumbled into the pub. Apparently he was already sloshed, the cloaked man thought, rolling his eyes.

Though his connections he had been able to locate Halen Cain, the same drunk man who was now struggling to reach the pub's counter on his wobbly legs.

The cloaked man's dark eyes watched the drunken man order himself a drink, throwing money down on the counter, which the female barkeep took, sliding it wearily into her hands.

Obviously she had no problems accepting these customers, the cloaked man though sardonically, as his target stumbled across the room to a nearby chair.

On second thought, the cloaked man thought, when he noticed the picture of a baby behind the bar. Maybe she has a reason to accept customers like this one after all.

Turning back to the drunken man, the cloaked man got up from his seat, making his way over to him, and sliding into the seat across from him.

The drunken man's beady eyes squinted up at him, obviously hazy from the alcohol he had already consumed.

"Halen Cain? I believe you recently acquired something I need…"

After their morning interlude, Harry and Ginny went down for a late breakfast.

They were surprised to find that they had beaten Ron and Hermione, who walked in a few minutes after them, holding hands and smiling.

Apparently he and Ginny weren't the only ones who celebrated the Horcruxes destruction this morning, Harry thought to himself, smiling knowingly at Ron, who in turn took one look at Harry and Ginny's barely-eaten food, and narrowed his eyes at Harry.

"Morning," Hermione said cheerfully, sliding into the seat beside Ginny and began whispering to her.

"Ron, have a seat," Harry said cheekily, pointing his fork toward the last remaining seat.

Ron sat down beside Harry, managing to 'accidentally' step on Harry's foot – not enough to really hurt – but enough to feel uncomfortable for a minute or two.

Harry yanked his foot out from under Ron's and sent a mock glare at Ron.

"Oh, sorry, Harry. Didn't know your foot was there," Ron smirked.

Harry just shook his head. Regardless of how he felt about Ron knowing about what he – Harry – had been doing with his – Ron's – little sister less than an hour ago, he was too happy to care at the moment.

Hermione spoke up; her conversation with Ginny had apparently ended. "We accomplished a lot yesterday. But we can't get full of ourselves; we still have a lot to do."

Ron rolled his eyes but looked tenderly at her. "Great way to depress us Hermione." He smiled softly at her so that she didn't take the comment seriously.

Hermione blushed. "Well. We do have a lot of work to do."

"That's true," Ginny said, breaking into their teasing. If she didn't they would continue until someone did. "We still need to find the locket and the cup. Neither of which he have any idea about."

Hermione responded, looking cautiously at Harry as she did so. "There is still the chance that the cloaked man will bring information back to us, like he did last time."

"Maybe," Harry said, feeling guilty when he saw the look of shock that crossed Hermione's face when he didn't blow up at her again as he had last time. "Hermione, about last time. I'm sorry I got angry. I…"

"Its okay, Harry." Hermione smiled softly. "I know I probably shouldn't have told him what I did."

"I don't know. He didn't seem to have misled us the first time. Maybe he will be able to help us. I just wish we knew who he was."

During the rest of lunch, they discussed that topic and spent the rest of their time thinking of plans to try and find the Hufflepuff cup.

Ginny slipped into bed that night, kissed Harry softly of the lips – he was already asleep – and pulled the covers around her.

She was grateful that she had three people with her who were able to do magic. Without magic they all would have froze as, in the dead of winter, they would have nothing to keep them warm except for the thin blankets the inn had supplied for them.

Ginny's eyes were just slipping shut, when she gasped and turned toward Harry, shaking him awake.

"Harry! Wake up! I remember where I saw Celina's name before. I think I know where we can find the Hufflepuff cup!"

After waking Harry, Ginny got up and ran into Ron and Hermione's room. They had just gone off to bed and she figured that she – hopefully – wouldn't be interrupting anything.

Merlin was she wrong.

Her brother and best female friend were already under the covers of their bed, their clothing flung around the room. And, she was embarrassed to hear that they were moaning. Worse yet – for her at least – the head board had begun slamming into the wall.

She willed the stupid blush away from her face and tried to sound indifferent to what was going on. "Oh, you two. Get over to Harry and my room. I remembered who Celina was."

Hermione and Ron stopped what they were doing to look in shock over at Ginny, who was already slipping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

"This better be good," an irritated-sounding Ron said when he and Hermione walked into the room currently occupied by Ginny and an amused Harry. Ginny had told him what she had interrupted, and now was his chance to get back at Ron's teasing earlier.

"Probably not as 'good' as what you and Hermione were doing a few minutes ago, but…"

"Harry," Ron growled through clenched teeth. "Just tell us who Celina is."

Harry smirked. "Ginny knows more about it, let her tell you."

Ron turned immediately to Ginny waiting for her answer.

"Well, once Luna and I became friends, we started talking about stuff, you know? Anyway, one day, on the anniversary of her mother's death, she told me about her. It was really sad; Luna said she had died while testing experimental spells. The point I am trying to make is that Celina, was Luna's mother."

The next morning, the four teenagers were sitting a table downstairs in the pub, planning their visit to Luna's house.

"She told me before we left Hogwarts to go home that she wasn't going back, her father was too afraid for her safety," Ginny recalled before taking a sip of the pumpkin juice in front of her.

Harry nodded. "She travels a lot with her father. Is that going to make it hard to contact her?"

"I don't think so. She might not have traveled anywhere this year, especially considering the safety issue. But, we could just go over there. She won't get upset that we didn't act 'proper' and send a letter first. Her father probably wouldn't mind either."

The three nodded their answer. They hadn't thought they would mind either.

"You know, Luna lives near us," Ron mentioned casually.

Harry's head snapped up. He had been thinking the same thing. He remembered Amos Diggory mentioning the 'Lovegoods' before they used the portkey to get to the Quidditch World Cup. "Do you want to see them? Your parents, I mean."

"If you think it's too dangerous…"

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so. Things have been pretty quiet actually. I thought we would be constantly chased by Death Eaters, you know? Mind you, I'm not upset that we aren't living in a cave so as to keep our presence as down key as possible."

Ron chuckled. "Me neither."

Hermione, who hadn't really been paying attention to the conversation, had instead noticed movement coming toward them, and signaled to the others as the now familiar cloaked man stopped in front of their table.

This time though, they noticed that he was limping.

"I found Halen Cain. I'm sure he has the locket. I tried, but I wasn't able to get it for you. I'm sorry. He frequents Kendrick's Pub and Inn in Ireland. Use the Floo network and say that name: 'Kendrick's Pub and Inn.' I have to go. Please be careful when you approach him."

The man was gone almost instantly, but not before the four teenagers noticed him grasp his upper arm tightly, gasping in pain as blood leaked from a tear in the cloth.