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Keep the vampires from your door

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Fifteen-year old Harry Potter just loved moments like this.

Here he walked together with his father, James Potter, his godfather, Sirius Black and his honorary uncle, Remus Lupin down to the beach. His pocket contained four portions of Gillyweed that they 'borrowed' from his mother's potion lab in the basement.
He knew that she knew that he sneaked under his father's invisibility cloak down to the lab and took the Gillyweed, at least if her comment "Don't forget the time today!" and her pointing look was any indication this morning.
The time limit of one hour (until the effect of the water plant wears off) got him drowning the last time he and the marauders went onto their diving trip. Lucky him that his father used a quick Bubblehead charm fast enough on his oldest son.

"So Prongslet," began Sirius, turning to him and wrinkling his nose. "Now that you got your transformation perfected we have to come up with a better name. 'Prongslet' doesn't really fit your form anymore."

"And to your pity the best ones like 'Moony' or 'Padfoot' are already taken," added Remus from ahead where he walked with James who chuckled at his best friends; behaviour.

"Guys, leave him alone! He mastered his transformation just this morning." James broke up his arguing friends as they came up with ridiculous names - with 'Puppy' being one of the best.

They reached the beach and charmed their clothes into something more suitable. James did Harry's as well after he handed the Gillyweed out to everyone.
The four walked waist deep into the water and James turned to Sirius. "Don't try anything with those merpeople down there. I don't fancy to face the wrath of your girlfriend!" Sirius snorted.

"She isn't my girlfriend," he retorted and Harry had to laugh at his comment.

"Oh please, she's had you wrapped around all ten of her fingers for how long now? Five years? Face it!" Remus's comment made Harry burst with laughter followed by his father's chuckle.

"Oh you shut up Romeo, your first and last kiss was when? A year and seven months ago?" That stopped Harry immediately and he glared with his jaw set at his godfather.
Before he could retort hotly, his father interfered.
"Well, come on ladies. Let's take a swim!" and they swallowed the plant without another comment. Around 50 minutes later James saw a familiar form hovering just above the surface.
He took one big breath and broke through the surface with his gills still under water. In the background the rest held a contest who could jump higher out of the water.
The silvery doe bent her head and spoke with his wife's voice.
"Ginny went missing this morning. I found her in the village. She's here with me. We need to talk. Tell Harry." And the doe disappeared.
James went back down under the water, let out a bubbly sigh, and swam over to where his son and best friends held their contest.

"What's up, dad?" Harry asked with a stream of bubbles escaping his mouth.
James leaned closer to his son and somehow managed to whisper Lily's message to him.

"But you still have to wait till the Gillyweed wears off," he reminded his son when he wanted immediately to take off towards the shore.
Remus and Sirius came over and James told them, also hushed, (you never knew who would listen, constant vigilant!) about Lily's message.

So together the four took slowly off towards the shore and broke through the surface just in time when their gills started to wear off. The moment Harry reached the knee deep
water, he transformed into his wolf form and took off towards his family home in the distance.

Due to the fact that he mastered his animagus form just this morning, he wasn't quite used to it, but he would still be faster than in his human form and that's everything that mattered to him now. So, with a little trouble he managed to reach his family garden 20 minutes later.
Just as he made his way over to the back porch his mother came out and sat down at the table, but he couldn't see the beautiful redheaded witch that he longed to see.

"She went to the loo" Lily said and smiled fondly at her son in his animagus form. He walked still a bit clumsy towards her and laid his head onto her lap.

"She's okay, or at least will be okay again. We have to talk this evening though about what we will tell her together and what individual persons should tell her," his mother said gently and ran her hand through his tangled fur at his neck. Even in his animagus form his hair couldn't be tamed.
Lily leaned closer to her son's ear to whisper the next part as he closed his eyes and enjoyed her ministration.

"But most of all she will need someone to help her go through all of this, especially with the prophecy." Harry to whimpered and looked pleadingly at her.

As he listened to the whispered reassuring words from his mother, the sound of someone's steps reached his ears and a certain whiff caught his new found, much more sensitive senses. It reminded him of that smell he caught last week in his mother's potion lab mixed with wood and treacle tart.

He turned his head and his emerald green eyes took the beautiful redhead in.
He couldn't suppress his relief and happiness to see her, at least unharmed, standing in his family home again. Without thinking, he let out a happy bark that was meant to be her name in his ecstatic state and knocked her down onto the floor of their living room.

All his animal senses were now filled with her.
Her flowery smell that (even in this house surrounded by flowers) was totally enchanting. Her soft giggles reached his pointy ears and sounded like an angelic melody. Even the taste of her dried tears on her cheeks filled him.

He never wanted to stop to feeling all those things ever again. Harry thought, from this moment on, he couldn't stand not to feel Ginny this near.
When she crossed her arms behind his broad neck and pulled him closer to her petite form, he couldn't resist to let out a happy sight and give her one last lick at the side of her neck, that caused her to let out a soft giggle again.

Somehow Ginny couldn't feel any fear towards this normally monstrous animal. Something told her that this wolf would never hurt her and would more likely protect her. Cuddling the jet black wolf made her feel safer than she could ever remember feeling before.
His fur was soft and thick. Around his neck his fur stood away in every possible direction. The Black wolf measured around 1,20 meter in length and 70 centimeters in shoulder height with a weight around 27 kilograms.

Besides his physical appearance, the most distinctive feature were his emerald green eyes. When Ginny pulled back and watched the now panting animal on her chest she was startled to see those eyes looking down. 'Somewhat lovingly...wait a wolf can't look lovingly at you either, he wants to eat you' she thought and realized the wolf was making his way back off of her under her staring gaze 'I must definitely be going crazy. Bloody perfect, now even a wolf looks to me like Harry' she grumpily continued her thought.

"Sorry for that. We found him a while ago and sometimes this little bugger just won't listen when he sets his eyes on something he wants. But if it comes to it, he retracts his tail faster than you can say 'Mimbulus Mimbletonia'," Lily said with a smile on her face.

This caused Ginny to lose a fit of giggles again and the wolf at her feet to growl low at his mother.

"I never saw a wolf like this. He is really beautiful and the fur in his neck looks quite funny. What did you name him? Ruffles or Tousles maybe? That would be quite fitting, wouldn't it?" Ginny said, making Harry's eyes widen in shock, and ruffled Harry's fur affectionately.

Those names could never ever reach his godfather – he would never hear the end of it for sure.

Lily chuckled lightly at her suggestions and her son's reaction. Keeping Ginny around would definitely be quite entertaining.

"Well boy, after that greeting, how about you enjoy yourself a bit in the forest?" Lily said to the wolf, who understood her intention.
He nuzzled Ginny's hand affectionately next to him one last time and took off towards the woods.

"I never heard of a wolf interacting with humans like this," she remarked as she watched the black wolf disappear inside the woods.

"He's really special and somehow reminds me of my son," Lily answered and smiled knowingly at her.

Harry wasn't her only son, but she knew that he struck front and centre in Ginny's mind. Her comment towards the boy, who was on Ginny's mind much more often than she dared to admit, caused a blush to creep up her neck but, thankfully, Lily averted the issue quickly.

"So, how about I show you around the house and where you can stay? I'm quite sure that the others will be back shortly." Lily began to make her way inside the house again after vanishing their tea cups towards the kitchen.

"Well, this is our living room. You're already acquainted with the floor so we can skip that." Ginny snorted and took a much closer look at the room.
In the middle stood two big chesterfields and two big armchairs facing each other. Some bookshelves and sideboards stood along the walls containing books, boxes, and some photographs.

Two double doors lead out of the living room. The one opposite the fireplace lead to the hallway and the other, opposite the back porch, connected the living and dining room.
On one wall (the one next to the back porch and towards the ocean) stood a huge and proud brick fireplace, which Ginny admired silently.

"This one and the one in the study are connected to the floo-network. You still need a password to be able to come through them though. Every other mantelpiece in the house is connected through an inter-house-floo-network. It's mostly used for emergencies and not used very often but still works the same," Lily explained as they left the cozy living room and walked into the next room.

"This is our dining room as you might guess" she said and motioned Ginny to follow her. „ We use it from time to time when there are more than the eight of us."
The room was fairly big, with a table in the centre that could easily hold twenty people, and on the left side stood another fireplace.

"Eight?" Ginny asked with a questioning look.

"Yeah, Harry, Rose, Daisy, Daniel, Sirius, Remus, James and myself. I can't remember many days Remus and Sirius weren't here. They even have kind of their own rooms at the 2nd floor," Lily answered and rolled her eyes as she made her way towards the hallway and into the kitchen, located directly across the dining room.

"Don't tell them that, because they wouldn't ever leave this house again, but I really love them. They are like brothers to me. They're both really great guys, even when Sirius pretends to still be that cool-pranking-playboy-macho-randy-teenage boy he was 20 years ago – which, by the way, he despises today as much as the next member of the Black family - and Remus drowns in his self-pity. They found both the love of their lives and use every stupid excuse that they can't be with them properly. So, if you ask me, they're here this much just to escape their own luck," Lily ranted.

„But that's totally crazy!" Ginny exclaimed totally confused.

„Tell me about it! I have to put up with Remus and Sirius for 25 years now…but where did we leave off? Oh yeah, THIS is our kitchen as you can see," she said, spread her arms and turned half way around.

"You can use whatever and whenever you need it. The fridge is always full, well mostly. If you want anything, just write it onto the shopping list pinned on the fridge. Whoever does the next shopping will take care of it," Lily explained and opened the fridge.

As she turned back to the younger witch, she saw the look of wonder on her face. Now she remembered what she wanted to explain at the beginning.

"Oh sorry sweetheart, I totally forgot to tell you that electricity works in here. So, no gas lamps or living like 200 years ago. You will get use to all the switches and plugs with time, to explain everything in detail now would just take too long. If you need anything or have any questions, just talk to us. No matter what, we will always try to help you within our own possibilities," Lily said, putting her hands onto Ginny's shoulders and squeezed gently.

"Which, by the way, are quite a lot," she added with a mischievous look on her face and was relived to find the young redhead smiling fondly at her.
"Thank you. I know you don't really know me and the fact that you are willing to help me amazes me. It must be enough with the six or even eight of you around and now with me added, I promise I won't be a burden in any..." but before she could finish her sentence her lips glued together and her eyes widened in shock.
Lily stood still before her but now with a bit of fury glinting in her emerald green eyes.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley! I never want to hear you say that again. You are not and will never be a burden in this house. And believe me one thing young lady, from time to time this house holds fourteen people at once for weeks, so you staying here won't be any inconvenience at all. You can call this your home now as long as you want," she said and put a lost lock of Ginny's hair behind her ear.

"And for that nonsense part with not knowing you, all of us have known you longer than you think and maybe know more about yourself than you, but this is another issue for our talk."
Ginny just took that without a comment or reaction besides a silent nod.

"Then I think we can continue the guided tour another time and I will show you your room now."
In that exact moment Ginny, felt like her eyelids were made of stone and struggled to keep them open as if she just took one of Madam Pomfrey's Sleeping Draughts.

"You definitely should rest a while. You look knackered, sweetheart," Lily told her gently and guided her with a hand on the small of her back to the hallway where they took the stairs to the first floor.

Ginny was so tired that she didn't even register what Lily was saying to her, in a calm voice that made it much harder to stay awake. Her voice was just so melodic and gentle – as if she would read her a bedtime story.
Ginny never registered how they took another staircase or how Lily vanished her dirty clothes, helped her into a light nightgown and into the soft bed.
The moment her head hit the cushions exhaustion took over and she fell asleep.

In her sleep it seemed to Ginny that she jumped from dream to dream at a breakneck pace. She knew all the people and places in those little scenes, but the content itself seemed from another life.

Ginny's never been with Rose, Luna, Ron and Harry on a hill near The Burrow watching shooting stars in the night sky or played a quidditch game with all of her brothers, except for Percy - 'Well at least something seems normal' - against Harry, Rose, James, Remus, Sirius, and, to her utter confusion, Susan Bones.
She also never spent her eleventh birthday at the beach down by The Den, which she could see in the distance, with her mother and Lily carrying her birthday cake towards her.

It went on like this for another few dreams, but then she stood in the middle of the great hall, which looked exactly like it did at the Yule Ball one year and seven months ago.

Ginny didn't just stand there, no, she danced. Ginny Weasley danced with Harry Potter at the Yule Ball and, in her dream, they smiled and stared at each other longingly.
Dream-Ginny laid her head onto his left shoulder so that he rested his cheek at the crown of her head. Somehow Dream-Ginny couldn't even hear any music. Everything she heard was Dream-Harry's heartbeat.

After a few minutes Dream-Ginny lifted her head and put her hands on Dream-Harry's neck. Dream-Harry pulled her petite body against his firm chest when he sneaked his arms around her waist.
Without any hesitation, Dream-Harry and -Ginny tilted their heads and their lips met for the very first time in a gentle caress. They moved their lips lovingly against each other's and pulled each other as close as possible.

Lily closed the door behind her silently with a sigh after she put some fresh clothes and a toilet bag on the dresser. When Lily reached the kitchen, twelve eyes focused on her.

"Where are Daisy and Dan?" Lily asked her family.

"I just put them down. They already kipped away when we were on our way back," answered Dora. Nymphadora Tonks was anything but an ordinary 22-year old witch. She was dead clumsy - and thanks to that the centre of many jokes especially from her cousin Sirius – but still a very good dueller and fighter.

She wore muggle clothes in a punk/rock style but not exaggerated. She was a beautiful young witch, with her pale heart-shaped face and her sparkling brown eyes. But her appearance was nothing very permanent because she was a Metamorphmagus.
Dora (how she was only called by her family, for everyone else it was Tonks but NEVER Nymphadora even for her family) wore her hair mostly shoulder length in a bubble-gum colour.

She's Daisy and Daniel's godmother and she took that responsibility very seriously. Almost every week there would be a fun day with their godmother from which the twins would come back home totally knackered.
Due to the amount of time Dora spent in the Potter household, besides her work as an auror and her life with her mother, Andromeda Tonks (Sirius' favourite cousin), and father Ted Tonks, a muggle-born wizard, she was like a big box full of fun and adventures for the youngest Potters.

Lily nodded, made her way over to them and sat down next to her husband.
"Hey, darling," he greeted his wife with a gentle kiss and draped his left arm over her shoulders.

"We have to talk about what we'll do tonight," Lily started to explain her plan but was interrupted.

"No!" came a determined voice from the kitchen sink.

"Son, we talked about this..." James tried to reason with his oldest son who stood at the kitchen sink with his hands shoved in his pockets, staring out the window.

"I know dad. Believe me when I say that I'm most likely one of the persons who can't wait to finally be able to tell her everything. But I can't sit through this evening and dinner talking to her like I had to these past three fucking years," Harry exclaimed and raked his fingers frustrated through his hair.
Lily shot her son a disapproving look but stayed quiet.

"Sorry, mum," he mumbled as if he could feel her look. The room went silent again as everyone was lost in their own thoughts.

"Then tell her for Merlins's sake!" Rose Potter said with such a force that everyone snapped out of their thoughts and Harry looked with creased brows at her.
Rose stood up, made her way over to her big brother, and wrapped her arms around his middle. His sister's comfort was everything that Harry needed to get rid of most of the tension in his body, and he relaxed a bit. Still in her brother's arms, they turned towards the adults.

"We don't really need to plan this talk. We start at the beginning. Together. Before dinner we will be ready with most of this mess and can continue during it," Rose said, earning her a proud look from her godfather next to Sirius at her rational way to handle the situation.

"I've known her my whole life, she won't find any rest tonight with all these unanswered questions and mysteries," she added in a sad tone and buried her face into her brother's chest.
Rose Potter was the complete opposite from her brother concerning their looks. Where he had inherited their fathers raven black hair, she wore their mothers fiery red long mane down to her shoulders. Where he inherited their mothers emerald green eyes, she had their fathers hazelnut brown eyes.

"At least not without the calming draught mum gave her probably already..."
The others turned to Lily with amusement and expectant looks on their faces.

"What? Don't look at me like that. She needed it!" she defended herself and dared them just with a fierce look to say anything against it.
Oh, Harry hated how all of this affected his little sister.
How this affected all of them. He hated that one single man could ruin so many lives at once. Nothing of this, not the sadness in his sister's eyes for losing her best friend who was like her own sister, not the stressed situation his parents were put in or the isolated life all of them lived with memories of a much brighter life was worth any of that man's 'for the greater good' rubbish.

And no one hurt his baby sister – not that he would call her that, he liked his bits just fine where they were – not even Albus-I-got-so-many-fucking-names-to-impress-and-think-I'm-a-notch-above-everyone-else Dumbledore.

He loved Rose. She saw the world from a totally different point of view. She was one of the strongest – mind and body - and fiery persons he knew, and she was passionate about things that are important to her. Both just exactly like the other two red heads he loved – his mum and Ginny (maybe this was a red head thing).
He loved those three women to no end, and totally different at the same time.
Rose was his sister, his first baby sister. He loved Daisy and Dan just as much, but Rose was special to him and he knew Daisy and Daniel would share that same bond. They grew up with each other.

With just one year and a month between them Harry couldn't remember a day in his life since she was born without his sister as one of his best friends. Sure, they still were siblings and had their moments – mostly thanks to both of their godfather's contest who of them was the better godfather and the fact that there couldn't be two people with more dissimilar ideas of being a godfather than Sirius and Remus.

Then there was the love for his mother. He couldn't even describe it. Her love for him just filled his whole being and he knew that all four of her children received exactly that love and returned it.

And then there was Ginny. His Gin.
He was the first person after her parents and godparents that held her tiny little hand – mind you his weren't that big either at the tender age of one – and something deep inside him told him that he loved her from this very moment on.

Yes, Harry Potter loved Ginny Weasley. He couldn't name when those feelings arose, because he was sure that they were always there. They grew up with each other. Ginny, Rose, and Harry were inseparable as just best friends could.
Harry's first year was disastrous. Not because of what happened, but because he had to leave Rose and Ginny behind. Sure he had his best mate Ron, but it wasn't the same. After just a month separated from them, he promised himself never to lose them or that he could even imagine his life without one of them.

A year and a half later, now three years ago, he lost Ginny. He lost the girl he loved his whole life. Dumbledore and his golden boy took her away from him and it pissed him off like nothing else and a pissed off Potter is nothing anyone could survive undamaged.

"Well then, let's get her down and let's get it over with. I'm famished!" exclaimed Sirius and clapped his hands together.

"We won't, Mister. Firstly, she'll need some rest for this conversation. Secondly, you four will take a shower first, you smell like a can of fish. And most important, you're always famished, this doesn't really count. So, get your backsides out of my kitchen and into those showers. It's just one o'clock, there's plenty of time!" Lily ordered the men around and was left with her oldest daughter and Dora, both looked at her with amused expressions on their faces.

"What? They wouldn't have stopped, they stink, and they really have no idea how to talk to a teenage girl," she said and pulled her daughter into a hug.

"How about a 'Welcome (Back) Barbecue' for Ginny? She always loved those barbecues and we can prepare it while she rests," Rose suggested, earning her an agreeing 'whoo' from Dora and a smile from her mother.

"That's a wonderful idea, honey."
The three women started the preparations for a famous Potter barbecue while they talked about everything and nothing.

Harry stood in front of a closed door.

After he took a shower and helped with the barbecue preparations - peeling the potatoes - he strode restlessly through the house and tried to keep his mind from wandering to the redheaded beauty that was now sleeping behind this closed door.

He opened the door as quietly as possible and entered the room on the second floor.
Inside stood a dresser with a mirror, a desk with a chair in front of it, a small sofa at the right side and a momentarily occupied double bed across from the door. The whole room was in a combination of soft blues and beige colours.

Somehow just from opening the door and being alone in a room with Ginny after such a long time, his senses and emotions were sent into overdrive. The only sound in the room was his best friend's gentle breathing. He transformed into his animagus form and the black wolf made his way over to the bed.
Gently he jumped onto the foot of the bed and laid his head on her covered ankle. Harry watched her face and let his sensitive senses be flooded with every detail of her sleeping form.

It wasn't that he never saw her in the last three years - he always watched her from the distance or tried to talk to her, but that stupid old wanker and his magic kept her away from him and Rose.
Her face became a bit slender and lost those childish features it held three years ago.
Her long fiery red locks, which were much longer now, laid all strewn around the cushions and covered half her face while she laid on her stomach with her head turned towards him. For him, it was the most beautiful face in existence.
Her long dark lashes rested on her pale freckled cheekbones and fluttered slightly as a smile formed on her soft and rosy lips that let out a small sigh and she began to stir - a sure indication that she was waking up.

They held many sleepovers or fell asleep on the beach, the pond at the Burrow, or in the living room together, so he knew that she slept like a stone - heavy and not moving at all – like a real Weasley.
Ginny rolled onto her side and her eyes fluttered open. She took in the foreign room and felt momentarily confused but then everything came crashing down.
She couldn't decide whether to cry out in frustration and sadness or in relief and happiness.
Then she felt something else moving on the bed and saw two emerald green eyes sparkling at her in the dimmed daylight. The next moment a wet tongue licked her right cheek where just moments before Dream-Harry gave her a peck.

"Hey boy! I could get used to having you in my bed, Ruffles," Ginny said with a smile and raked through his thick, tousled, black fur.
At her comment the black wolf covered his head with his big paws. Ginny enjoyed the company of Harry in his animagus form immensely – clearly, she still didn't know it was him.

She cuddled closer to him and draped her arm over his broad neck. A tiny little voice inside her brain screamed to run away from this monstrous animal, and somehow gave her a sick feeling, but her heart just couldn't get away from him.
After a bit of cuddling, the black wolf gave Ginny one last lick on the tip of her nose, jumped from the bed and towards the dresser.
He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the fresh clothes lightly with his sharp teeth, and brought them over to her.

"I think you're one of the smartest animals I've ever met," Ginny said in awe when he came over a second time with a toilet bag.

"Thank you, Ruffles." Ginny thanked him with a kiss on his wet nose that earned her a happy bark and the pounding of his heavy tail on the floor.

"If you could show me where the bathroom is, you would receive another kiss, boy," she said in amusement and was totally stunned when he walked to the door (that was, by the way, closed 'how does a wolf close a door?'), opened the door with his front paws 'Oh well, I don't think this is an ordinary wolf' and looked at her expectantly.
Just then Ginny realized he probably wanted to show her the bathroom and so she took all the things and followed him.

While Ginny took a refreshing shower, she thought about what happened.
Her disagreement this morning with her mother.
Then running away from her childhood home and ending – Merlin knows how – coincidently in Lily Potter's presence.
Everything seemed so long ago.
In retrospect it seemed crazy that she just trusted her and walked with her.

With Voldemort back she could have been everyone, but when she looked into Lily Potter's eyes and saw her look, somehow full of love and comfort, something inside her just felt that she could trust her with her life. Just like with Ruffles

"This is definitely going to be his name," Ginny mused to herself when she turned the water off.
Ginny knew that Ruffles couldn't be an ordinary wolf. Even a tamed one wouldn't be acting like him. The only explanation would be that he was an animagus, but she didn't know of any Potter having a wolf as their animagus form.

"Wait a minute," Ginny mumbled to herself.
How did she know in the first place which animagus forms the Potters' have? From somewhere, Ginny knew that James was a stag, Lily a doe, and Harry and Rose were definitely too young for being animagi.

She was totally confused where this information just came from. But that was nothing to her reaction when she grabbed, clad in just a towel, the L-formed thing with a string attached to one end next to the sink.

When she took it, her mind came up with another memory.
She and Rose, looking to be seven years old, held those things at each other's faces and wet hair laughing like mad.

"A hair drier," Ginny whispered to herself and turned the dryer on.

She wasn't only met with a stream of hot air against her face, but also with the realization that her dreams and that ... whatever it was, seemed rather real.
Ginny finished drying herself, changed into a yellow summer dress, brushed her teeth and was now descending the stairs in a trance - lost in her own thoughts as more and more memories flooded her mind.
It was like a stream of water running through after a levee broke.

She followed the voices and music coming from the kitchen. When she stood inside the kitchen, she took in the picture there. Lily, Rose, and Nymphadora Tonks - 'No, just Dora. She hates her full name' - stood around the island and cut vegetables and stirring some sauces but her eyes fixed on the person standing with his back towards her at the island cutting what looked like meat.

Through his tight-fitted T-shirt she saw every defined muscle twitching and working in his back and upper arms. He stood there, humming to the music and laughing at some comment from his sister she didn't understand in her state. He turned his head slightly to his right and stopped what he was doing.
A second later Ginny locked eyes with the emerald green eyed, raven- black haired, and smiling boy that had just turned around.

"What's happening to me?" she asked him with a pleading look just above a whisper when everything came crashing down on her.
With one look at her best friend the rest of her memories came crashing down and it felt like hitting a brick wall with full speed – a rather rude awakening.
The room fell totally silent and the three other witches in the room stared at them expectantly.

With a determined, and somehow scared, look in his eyes Harry opened his arms. Without any hesitation, without any doubt, and with the certainty that's what she missed the last years, Ginny leaped forward and threw herself into Harry's arms, that encircled her directly like a blanket.
Here he was again, keeping the vampires from her door.