3rd June 1996

Ginny was engrossed. Muggle history was so much more interesting than goblin wars. Harry had bought her some basic history, geography and science books from the supermarket nearby. He'd explained that they were for children and not to feel badly about that, but Ginny did feel quite stupid. Imagine being fourteen years old and learning from books for children. Even so, Ginny loved it.

She read about kings and queens, about revolutions, about Romans and Vikings and Anglo-Saxons. It was fascinating and she loved it. She wanted more. Geography and science were less interesting, but still necessary for her to learn if she wanted to blend into the muggle world.

As well as the books, Harry was teaching her how to do the things he'd been doing for both of them since they'd arrived at the Edinburgh house - cooking, washing, etc. She was learning to use every piece of electrical equipment in the house. Harry had also bought a car, which was his most exciting lesson for her. He was going to show her what each bit of the car meant, before they learned to drive it. He'd wanted to buy an Aster Martin or something, but he'd realised it would bring to much attention to them. Ginny remembered laughing at his disappointment.

"It's arrived!" Harry called excitedly and Ginny looked up from what she was reading about Mary Queen of Scots. Harry entered her room and, laughing, pulled Ginny up from the bed. Smiling subconsciously, Ginny allowed Harry to drag her from the couch downstairs to the door and outside, where they saw the car parked.

He'd bought a small car in the end, red with four doors and plush seats. Despite the small size and relative inexpense of the car, it was clear that Harry was extremely excited. His face was spread with a wide smile. It had been a while since Ginny had seen Harry looking so truly happy.

"Thanks, mate," Harry said as he signed his fake name on a piece of paper. The delivery man left the area, leaving Ginny a bit unsure how he was getting home. Harry's exuberance as he surveyed the car, however, distracted her. "Clara, it's going to be amazing. We'll both be able to drive, in no time," he promised her. They'd both signed up for a week long driving course and, by the end, they should be on their way to passing their tests.

Ginny found it quite odd that muggles had to pass a test before driving a vehicle, whereas anyone could buy a broom and fly it without any sort of training. The only thing that was monitored was flying carpets, and they weren't even allowed in Britain anymore. It was really quite strange the restrictions they put on themselves.

"So, we're going to learn to drive in this thing?" Ginny asked Harry curiously. He shook his head no.

"We're going to learn to drive in other cars, but this will be our car when we've passed," he explained to her. Ginny furrowed her brow.

"But how will we know how to drive this car?"

"Because they all work the same," Harry said, guiding her back into the house.

"Are you sure? Because when you get a new broom it's like learning to fly all over again," she warned him. He rolled his eyes.

"I promise you, Ginny," he patronised, "and what new brooms have you been getting on?"

She punched him in the arm.

XXX

"Okay, so, I don't get it. Why did this Edward kid make this Jane girl queen when he died?" Ginny questioned that night as they each sat with a book. Harry had nicked one of the books he'd bought for Ginny when she'd started talking about meanders and ox-bow lakes and he'd realised that he knew nothing about what she was talking about.

"He didn't want his catholic sister, Mary, on the throne, I think," Harry told her and Ginny tutted. Harry looked at her in amusement and she shrugged.

"I just think they argued too much about religion. A lot of these things wouldn't have happened if they realised they were worshipping the same god in different ways," Ginny said and Harry chuckled, acknowledging her insight. "How much of this did you learn in primary school?" she queried curiously.

"I dunno, we did, like, the Tudors and the Civil War. We did the Romans, Anglo Saxons and Vikings, but that's about it, I guess. Maybe I could learn some new things," Harry told her and Ginny gave him a beaming smile. "Oh, Gin, we should probably go to bed early tonight, because it's your first driving lesson tomorrow morning at nine," he informed her in passing.

Her ginger head snapped up. "My first driving lesson? Don't you mean our?"

Harry furrowed his brow and shook his head. "No, yours. Yours is at nine and mine is at ten."

"You're not going to be there?" Ginny practically screeched.

"No, Ginny, there's only one driver's seat," he said, slightly worried about her reaction.

"But- but what if I say something wrong?" she stuttered, her drawn on eyebrows drawing together in fear and Harry patted her leg a bit awkwardly.

"If you do, blame it on nerves from the driving lessons," Harry suggested and Ginny shrugged, keeping quiet. "Ginny, it's going to be fine, I promise," he said, a bit emptily. For all he knew, she was going to crash into a cyclist and run over a cat, but she didn't need to hear about those possibilities.

XXX

4th June

Bill and Charlie Weasley apparated to Edinburgh, yet again. Every member of the Order had been going to Edinburgh, whenever they could, so that, one day, they might possibly find Harry and Ginny.

Of course, Sirius wasn't partaking in these trips. With so much auror interest in Edinburgh, it just wasn't safe. Despite understanding this, Sirius was in a horrible mood every time one of them left.

So far, they hadn't found anything. Not a trace. It was incredibly frustrating to say the least. Bill couldn't stop thinking about his little sister, somewhere out there, possibly struggling to survive. The fact that she was with Harry was the only comfort that he had. He knew that Harry would put Ginny first, no matter the consequences. If he was honest, the thought of Harry in danger did not make Bill feel any better than if it were Ginny.

"Let's go grab some food, hmm," Charlie suggested and Bill nodded. Sitting in a restaurant or café was as much of a good activity as walking around aimlessly. Who knew, they might get lucky and see them.

They found a window table in a nice restaurant by the entrance to magical Edinburgh. Ordering a beer each, they settled down and kept their eyes on the road leading to the alleyway entrance. "Do you think Harry and Ginny are together?" Charlie asked curiously. Bill furrowed his brow and rolled out his shoulders. This question had been playing on his mind recently.

"Would you mind if they were?" Bill asked, not taking his eyes off the tourists passing by. In the corner of Bill's eye, Charlie shrugged.

"I don't know. When I was fifteen, being on my own and spending nights with a girl was probably the most amazing thing I could imagine," Charlie admitted honestly. Bill smiled wryly and admitted that he had probably thought the same. "But then, it's Harry."

Bill shook his head. "That poor kid," he muttered. "If we're honest, he probably has no idea what to do with himself around her. Ginny will be all touchy, even in just a friendly way and I think he'll probably just freak out, even if he does have feelings for her." Charlie nodded. "But, you know, I don't think I'd mind them being together."

Charlie grinned. "Neither would I."

Their beers arrived and they each ordered a fish and chips to go with them. "I wish we knew him better," Bill mused and Charlie nodded, taking a long drag of beer. "Fred and George have nothing but good things to say about him and obviously Ron and Ginny."

"We should go and see them," Charlie suggested. Bill turned to him, taking his eyes off the road for just seconds.

"Go to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah," Charlie said. "They probably feel completely out of the loop, have no idea what's going on, and they're the ones that know them best. They might be able to help us," he suggested. Bill nodded in agreement and turned his eyes back to the road.

"Shit," Bill muttered, his eyes suddenly back on Charlie. A great swarm of men and women in black and white uniforms had gathered in the road, all of them heading towards the alleyway. "Out there, those people in police uniform. I think they're aurors."

Bill recognised one of them, the leader, Timothy Mellard, from his year at Hogwarts. His long brown hair was easily distinguishable and his time in service of the Ministry had granted him a nasty red scar across his face. Charlie met eyes with Bill and looked back out at them.

"Why are they here?" his younger brother asked him. Bill shrugged. "Do you think they're here?" he questioned a bit desperately.

"I'm not taking the risk," Bill said, downing his beer and pulling on his leather jacket. "Come on, Charlie."

XXX

"I don't know anything!" a man cried as he was arrested by Mellard. Wands in hand, Bill and Charlie observed the situation. They could hardly step in and impede an arrest, no matter how much they might have wanted to. It would only get them arrested too.

From the looks of things on the street, the aurors were simply there to take people in for questioning. All the workers from the hairdressers were led out and put onto a portkey. Other than that shop, the aurors seemed to be taking from each shop randomly, one or two from each. All in all though, fifty workers must have been taken in. To what end, Bill and Charlie had no idea.

Surely, Harry and Ginny couldn't have been spotted by this many people-

Bill's jaw dropped as he realised what they were doing. They were scaremongering, making sure that everyone was too scared to help Harry or Ginny. Without a doubt, a report on this raid would be in the Daily Prophet tomorrow morning. Similar raids would surely be taking place within the next few weeks.

"Oi!" Bill was interrupted in his thinking by Charlie crying out. Bill tried to grab Charlie's arm but his brother was faster than him, heading over to where an auror was manhandling a young man onto a portkey. Giving up any sense of rationality, Bill charged after him. They'd started now, so they may as well finish.

Charlie hauled the auror off the lad. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, probably fresh out of Hogwarts. He was weedy, too, and there was no chance he had anything to do with any of this. Bill whipped his wand out, placing himself in front of the boy, who had fallen to the floor in shock. Ready to defend him, Charlie and Bill surveyed the aurors who were about to descend on them.

Meeting eye to eye, Bill grinned, realising there was nothing he wouldn't jump into for his brothers. They could at least take a few of the aurors out before being taken out themselves.

XXX

Molly Weasley wasn't delusional. She knew she hadn't done everything perfectly. Her children were her heart and she was protective over them, in a way that most mothers were, of course. However, with them being at the heart of the war, that protectiveness may have come across as over the top.

Bill and Charlie were so fed up of it that they had moved out, again. The first time they'd left, she'd been at peace with it. They were grown up, graduated, with exciting new careers to begin, no matter how scary the prospect was. Then, though, they came back and, for that brief summer before the Triwizard Tournament, all nine of them had been together, along with Harry, and Hermione, of course. This time, they had left, despite still living in the same country and essentially living the same life as her.

Of course, she understood that they wanted their freedom, but surely family was the most important thing? Standing up from the table, Molly sighed. Was it too much to ask for her whole family to be together? Her boys leaving had something to do with Sirius, too, she knew. They were good boys and there was no way they would leave her, unless somebody had convinced them.

Who knew what poison Sirius was dripping in their ears? He was disruptive and disrespectful. Molly certainly did not want her children to become that way, no matter who they thought they were defending.

Making a start on the washing up, Molly thought of her other missing children. Three were at Hogwarts, soon to be returned to her to the summer. Percy, her darling Percy, who had always wanted to help her wash up and clean, well, he was entirely lost to her. One day, maybe, he would return, but, for now, he was so far from what was good and right that she did not know how to bring him back home.

And Ginny. Oh, her most darling daughter. It had been over a month since Sirius et al had seen them in Fort William. They'd been sighted in Edinburgh not too long ago, too, but nothing since. Where on earth was her darling girl? Frustrated didn't even begin to cover how Molly felt. Throughout all of her children's lives, she had told them that they could come to her with anything. Why, now, when Ginny needed her help most, was she not coming to her?

Molly couldn't help but feel slightly bitter towards Harry. She adored Harry; he was as much one of her own as any of the others. Nevertheless, if Ginny was on her own, she would have been straight home. With Harry, Ginny had the means and motivation to continue on. Of course, Molly was grateful to Harry, but all she wanted was her family all together again.

And then there was Harry and was he possessed-

Molly shook herself. She wasn't to even consider that.

When they were together, they would have to work through things, of course. They would have to clear Harry and Ginny's names, and sort out Percy's ideology. After that, Ginny's réputation would have to be cleared up. Marriage would be the only solution. Weeks, possibly months, of traipsing around alone with a young man could only damage Ginny's réputation. Yes, as soon as she was back, Ginny would have to enter into a betrothal contract, before nobody wanted her and she was a societal disgrace.

The Macmillans had a young son. That would be an excellent match-

"Molly!" burst from the door. Molly dropped and smashed the plate she had been scrubbing, turning around to find Kingsley Shacklebolt at the door.

"Kingsley," Molly urged, "what on earth is the matter?"

He looked almost reluctant to speak. Molly grabbed the counter behind her. Was it the Ministry? Had something happened to Arthur? To Percy? Where were Bill and Charlie? Hogwarts? Oh- had Harry and Ginny been caught?

"It's Bill and Charlie," Kingsley said with a tone to his voice that Molly did not like, "they're in Scottish ministry custody."

Molly let out a gasp, clinging onto the surface. "Is- have you told Arthur? Dumbledore?" she asked quietly. Kingsley nodded. "What happened?"

"We're unsure. They were captured in Edinburgh," he admitted to her and Molly took hold of her chest. Her babies.

"Take me to them."

XXX

"I don't know," Bill repeated for what had to be the fiftieth time. Two aurors sat in front of him, both Scottish women who had no patience for Bill's reluctance to answer any questions. They wouldn't give him any information about his brother, or Harry and Ginny, so he had no information to give them.

"Come on, Mister Weasley," the passive-aggressive one said, looking up at him with blue eyes. Fleur's blue eyes flashed in his mind. "You're Ginevra's favourite brother, aren't you? Surely she's told you something, got in contact with you."

Bill's eyes flashed and his nostrils flared. He was being baited, but his temper had never been the best, being a Weasley. Charlie's was worse. He must have struggled in his interrogation.

"Your brother, Percival, he was all too happy to talk to the English aurors," the other one said, flicking through her notes. Bill growled. "He said that, if Ginny was going to contact anyone, it'd be you."

"Well, she hasn't, has she?" Bill snapped. "I know you've been monitoring me."

The blue-eyed one arched an eyebrow. "We also know that you're living under a fidelius charm with a werewolf and your other brother, in there." Bill didn't breathe. Did they know that Sirius was there too? Surely not. He never left. But, if they knew about Remus and Charlie, who knew what they knew? "While you're under the fidelius charm, we don't know what's going on."

Bill snarled at them. "Ginny hasn't contacted me. If she had, surely you know that I would be with her? Why would I be wandering around Edinburgh picking fights?"

"I'm sure your sister and her boyfriend need food and, maybe, they don't want to leave the house themselves, not after they were spotted so recently."

Bill rolled his eyes. Bit of a stretch. "Come on, even you don't believe that," he mocked. "Now, just let me go back to my life. This is ridiculous."

"Your sister, Mister Weasley - "

XXX

"How was it?" burst from Harry's mouth as soon as Ginny reentered the house, wearing the same jeans and t-shirt she had left the house in. She took off her cap and shook her hair out. Smiling, Harry repeated his question.

Ginny sighed. "It was alright. The first hour was mainly just theory and then we were driving around a bit, corners and stuff. He had to put the brakes on a few times, with his pedals, but I think it was okay."

Harry beamed at her. "I'm so glad," he admitted. "I bet you'll take your test before I take mine!" he encouraged her and Ginny gave him a grin. "Did you enjoy it?"

Nodding, she looked away from him. "I did enjoy it, but," she said, pausing. Harry watched her swallow and came to stand beside her, awkwardly putting a hand on her shoulder. "I just can't stop thinking about my dad, but it's okay."

"Oh, Ginny," Harry said, unsure how to comfort her. She smiled up at him and put her arms around him, as if encouraging him to hug her. Squeezing her tightly, he dropped a kiss on the top of her honey hair.

"What time's your lesson?" Ginny asked and Harry replied in kind. "We should probably have lunch then," she suggested, just as her stomach growled. Harry chuckled.

"Yes, Ginny, let's have lunch."

XXX

5th June

"Are you excited?" Harry asked Ginny the next morning, as she bopped about in a pretty dress and denim jacket. The green of her dress made Harry long for her old ginger hair. Her new hair was pretty, though, curly and down, covering her neck today.

"You look nice," Ginny complimented and Harry smiled. "You ready to go?" she asked eagerly. Harry nodded and took a step towards the door, before pausing.

"Gin, remember-"

"I remember," she said, putting her hand on his hand. He flinched away from her and watched as the hurt flooded her face. "Harry, it's fine." He nodded, staring down at his hand.

"You want to pay for the bus today?"

"Ooh, what a prospect," Ginny replied sarcastically as she opened the door and waited for Harry to take her hand. He took it and Ginny squeezed it, giving him a small smile. Returning it, Harry began to walk. "Have you ever been to a castle?"

Harry shook his head. "There was a trip to a Welsh castle in year 3, at primary school. That's when you're about seven," he interjected, seeing her confusion. "The Dursleys didn't want to pay for me to go. It was quite expensive," he said with half a shrug, ignoring the pitying look Ginny was probably giving him.

"Well, then," she said with that enthusiasm that was innately Ginny, "it's the first time for both of us!"

It was a few minutes later that Ginny began to giggle and Harry gave her a look, wondering if he had something on his face. "Will! We both forgot something - school!"

A laugh burst from Harry's throat and Ginny grinned at him. How could they have forgotten Hogwarts? Harry was glad that it hadn't just been him, or he would have felt like a right idiot. He was also glad that Ginny had remembered to call Hogwarts school. They'd developed a few code words like that over the past weeks.

"Here we are," Ginny announced excitedly, when the bus stop appeared before them. Checking the timetable, Harry informed her that they only had eight minutes to wait. Perching themselves on the bench inside the bus stop, Ginny took Harry's hand again and Harry lifted it to his mouth to kiss it. She gave him a look that he didn't really know what to do with.

Arriving a few minutes late, the bus took about twenty minutes to get them to Castle Street. The two of them sat, staring out into their city, as they always did on this bus. Every moment of this freedom was precious.

"Come on!" Ginny encouraged as they stepped off the bus. Harry rolled his eyes, hurrying after her and chuckling. She played the part of tourist well. Sometimes, Harry wondered whether or not she was playing a part at all. Sometimes, he wondered if he was.

"Ooh, look, Will!" she cried, pointing up at the castle. Wishing he had a camera to capture the joy on Ginny's face, Harry allowed her to drag him up the hill, going past the alleyway which allowed them entry to Castle Street.

"Clara," Harry stopped her sharply, squeezing her hand hard. Coming from out of the alleyway were Scottish aurors, in the uniform that Ginny had described as slightly different to English aurors. Harry heard Ginny's breath catch, but he squeezed her hand again. "Wonder what's going on there," he said casually and Ginny didn't respond as they continued walking.

Sensing how tense Ginny was, Harry let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, brushing her hair away from her ear. To an onlooker, it would look as though he were a romantic boyfriend. In her ear, Harry whispered, "Clara, we are safe. We have to get used to this." She nodded a bit shakily and Harry didn't let go of her waist as they meandered up to the ticket office.

XXX

The café at Edinburgh Castle was quite something. They'd wandered around about half of the castle, seeing a couple of exhibitions on their way home, and had decided to make a stop at the café. The food was more than what Harry had expected. A café usually implied a cup of tea and a toasted teacake. In front of Harry was a bowl of thick pea and mint soup and, in front of Ginny, a jacket potato topped with chilli con carne.

"This is delicious," Ginny said, very close to finishing her meal. It had taken a while, but Ginny had snapped out of her funk eventually and enjoyed the castle. Her love of history had grown exponentially in the past week or so, as she devoured every book Harry had bought for her on the subject. When Harry had suggested that they leave the house as practise, Ginny had desperately begged to go to Edinburgh Castle. Harry could not say no to her.

"Where did you want to go next?" Harry asked, scanning the map. Ginny hmm'd, her eyes darting from room to room.

"The Royal Scots Museum sounds interesting," Ginny said and Harry agreed. "Do you know much about Scottish royalty?" she inquired and Harry shrugged.

"Mary Stuart was the Queen of Scots at one point, of course," he said and Ginny nodded. Harry had listened to her go on about Mary, Queen of Scots, one dinner last week, after having read about her. "Then, I don't really know. I think it was Mary's son who united England and Scotland."

"Well, then, this should be interesting!"

Harry paid for the meal and took Ginny's hand, leading her off to the museum on the grounds. They showed their tickets and were welcomed into a large room of portraits. Immediately drawn to one of Mary, Queen of Scots, Harry and Ginny started from the left side of the room. An assistant approached and asked them to ask any questions they might have, before allowing them time to wander.

It wasn't busy, so clearly this exhibition wasn't a particularly popular one. Harry rather enjoyed it though. Well, he enjoyed watching Ginny enjoy herself. The paintings were particularly interesting too, if he was honest. All of them were so old that it was difficult to believe they survived without magic.

Harry began to get a headache as they approached the other side of the room. He thought back to what he'd had that day and determined that he had probably not drunk enough water. Although it was only getting worse, he put it out of his mind when Ginny gasped.

In the corner of the room, there was a painting of a woman who Ginny and Harry could only call Rowena Ravenclaw. Ginny gave Harry a sharp look. "Excuse me," Ginny called over to the assistant.

"Yes, miss?" she replied as she approached. She couldn't have been much older than Harry and Ginny, maybe in her early twenties.

"This lady, she doesn't have a name tag," Ginny said, pointing to the bottom of the painting. The assistant, whose own name tag identified her as Anthea, nodded.

"We're not entirely sure of her name. Most historians believe her to be the mother of Malcolm the Second of Scotland, and wife of Kenneth the Second, but she is referred to by numerous names and she has too many different birth dates and places of birth. We just don't have enough evidence," Anthea offered with a helpless shrug.

"What do you know about her?" Harry queried.

"If she is the mother of Malcolm, then she is supposedly from Leinster, in Ireland," Anthea told them, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "In the Prophecy of Berchán, which is a long poem," she said, when she caught sight of Harry and Ginny's looks at the word "prophecy". She probably thought they looked incredulous at the thought of a prophecy being true. "Anyway, in this poem, she calls her son Forranach, which means destroyer.

"Supposedly, she was a witch and a temptress. She fell out with her son and husband and, together, they locked her in a tower. In the dead of night, she broke out and ran off with her lover, Sir Daigle, but not before she cursed her son to only ever be able to conceive girls, so that he would never have an heir," Anthea said, her passion for the subject clearly showing. Harry was slightly incredulous. Had some wizard played a joke, making muggles believe that Rowena Ravenclaw was part of their history? Surely, if Rowena Ravenclaw had been Queen of Scotland, they would know about it?

"What were the names that she was known by?" Ginny asked quietly.

Anthea sighed heavily. "All sorts. Rowan, Gwendolyn, Rhonwen, Helena, Rowena," she listed and Harry and Ginny stood perfectly still. This was madness.

"Thank you for your help," Ginny said politely.

Remaining in the museum for a few lingering moments, Harry and Ginny didn't speak a word until they left. "Well, then," Ginny said, bursting out in laughter. "It really speaks to our kind's arrogance, doesn't it? That we don't know about any of this?" she whispered to him. Harry furrowed his brow. She waved her hand. "Let's talk about it later."

XXX

"Mister Weasley, you are looking worse for wear," the head of the auror office stated as he wandered into Charlie's interrogation room. Charlie glowered at him, not particularly in need of the reminder of the state of him. Last night, as he had been about to fall asleep on one of the beds in the mixed men's holding cells, three men had held Charlie down as another took his time beating him within an inch of his life.

A healer had come in to fix any life-threatening damage.

Charlie was not in the best of moods, to say the least.

"To what do I owe the honour, Mister Scrimgeour?" Charlie asked, holding the bruises on his ribs as he sat up straighter.

"You and your brother were messing with my aurors, Weasley," Scrimgeour said, straight to the chase.

Charlie bobbed his head from side to side, as if weighing up Scrimgeour's statement. "I mean, if they're Scottish aurors, aren't they technically someone else's aurors?"

"No, Weasley, technically they are under my jurisdiction," Scrimgeour growled. Charlie nodded, well aware that his cheek probably wasn't helping him, but he wasn't about to bow and scrape to a man who had resorted to scaremongering to get what he wanted. "Now, why were you in Edinburgh?"

"Fancied a day out," Charlie replied. Letting Scrimgeour know that Tonks had given them the information could be very dangerous indeed. She could lose her job.

"Don't play with me, Weasley."

Charlie rolled his eyes. "What are you going to do? Torture it out of me? I wouldn't put it past Fudge's government," Charlie sneered. Scrimgeour went red and pulled a bottle of clear water. Charlie knew exactly what it was, but decided to play dumb. "Ah, brill, I've been desperate for a drink." Scrimgeour chuckled.

"You know what this is, Weasley?"

"If I do, can I have ten points for Gryffindor?" Charlie asked with a smirk. Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes and then nodded at the two aurors next to the door. Within seconds, they were holding Charlie's head back, while Charlie fought to keep his mouth closed. A spell fixed that problem for them and the potion was forced down Charlie's throat.

"Mister Weasley, why were you in Edinburgh?" Scrimgeour asked again.

Charlie didn't have any control over his muscles as he replied, "to look for my sister and Harry Potter."

"And why would you think they were in Edinburgh?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and smirking.

"Nymphadora Tonks gave me the information."

Scrimgeour didn't react. Charlie wondered if he already suspected as such. "Were you ordered to go to Edinburgh?"

"No."

"Were you ordered not to go to Edinburgh?" Scrimgeour asked with a smirk.

"Yes."

"By who?"

"Albus Dumbledore."

"And what is your association with Albus Dumbledore?"

"I volunteer for his resistance group against Voldemort."

"And what is the name of this group?"

"The Order of the Phoenix."

Scrimgeour smirked and stood up. "Thank you very much, Mister Weasley. Your brother had already told me such, but it's nice to have things confirmed. Tra for now," the auror said, leaving the dark room with a wink to Charlie. As the veritaserum wore off, Charlie felt his eyes prick with tears. What had he and Bill done?

XXX

"And the name of every member," the auror ordered, putting the veritaquill and paper in front of Bill Weasley. Bill hated himself. The quill twitched and fell into Bill's hand. Just like when he was under the potion, his muscles moved not of their own volition. The magic made him give up the information.

Bill wondered why Voldemort resorted to torture when this was a much easier option.

A long list was soon written on the parchment, many of Bill's family included. When, finally, every member was named, the quill dropped from Bill's hand and his mind was clear again.

"Thanks very much, Weasley," the auror that Bill didn't recognise spat at him, standing up from the desk and leaving him.

When the two other aurors grabbed hold of Bill's arms, he didn't even feel it, all too aware that he had just sold out the entire order - including his parents and his fiancée.

XXX

"Tea's on," Harry said quietly, entering Ginny's room, where she was sat with a book that they'd bought today in her hands. She looked up and gave him a smile. He sat down next to her, on her bed. "How's your book?" he asked and Ginny began to talk animatedly.

She was incredible, he realised. The fact that she could just distract herself from reality so easily, it was admirable. He wished so badly that he could. Instead, he would just sit and mope around. She balanced him out perfectly.

"What?" Ginny said, self-consciously. Clearly, Harry had been staring at her too intensely.

Feeling his face burn crimson, Harry said, "nothing. Nothing. I- just- you're incredible." Ginny's face lit up with a smile unlike any of her others. She reached across and took his hand, squeezing it in thanks.

"So, Madam Ravenclaw," Ginny said with a giggle and a waggle of her eyebrows. Harry chuckled, leaning back against the bed board. "Surprised?"

"Inexplicably," Harry replied. Ginny laughed and Harry shot her a smile. "It's insane though, isn't it? How don't we know that she was a queen?"

"Maybe, I don't know, maybe she never told any of her wizarding friends?"

"Sir Daigle, what do you think happened to him?"

Ginny shrugged helplessly. "Maybe she married him? I wonder when she decided to use Ravenclaw, and when she had Helena."

"Helena?" Harry repeated.

"Ravenclaw's daughter. She died tragically, but I don't know any more than that. She's in wizarding history books, though, so I doubt she came from that first marriage to the Scottish king," Ginny said. Harry pursed his lips.

"Maybe we should go on another adventure, tomorrow," he suggested. "We should go to Castle Street!"

Ginny scoffed. "Come on, Harry, don't be silly. We can't go there."

"But don't you want to find out more?" Harry pleaded and Ginny laughed, nodding.

"Why don't we head down to York, for a few days, at least?" she suggested. "There's a small wizarding community there, so we should be able to find a decent wizarding bookshop. And it would be a good opportunity to see our house," she cajoled. Harry chuckled and agreed.

"Let's head to the train station, tomorrow. It can't hurt to get out of Edinburgh for a few days, either, with all the auror interest."

XXX

6th June

"Sirius!" Remus positively screamed throughout their little farmhouse. It didn't take long to find Sirius, with a bottle of whiskey, his head down on the table. Steady snores filled the room. Remus scoffed.

"Sirius!" Remus repeated, waving his wand and magicking the sound of a symbol. Sirius awoke with a splutter and a fair few curse words. "Sirius!" Remus said again.

"What?" Sirius demanded. "What, Remus?"

Remus raised his eyebrows at Sirius, who had the decency to look ashamed. Sirius had been in an awful mood ever since Bill and Charlie had been arrested and pretty much no information had come to light.

Remus held up the newspaper article. The words emblazoned upon the front of it were "SIRIUS BLACK TO BE GRANTED A TRIAL".