Ginny apparated to the old Headquarters a few hours later, assuming that everyone would be out, so when she walked into the familiar living room she was surprised to see her father sitting in an arm chair by the fire. He didn't look up when she walked in, and Ginny froze hoping that she could walk out going unnoticed, but as if he could sense her, he turned to look up and gave her a grin from across the room.

"Hey dad," Ginny sighed as she had no choice but to enter and sit down on the couch.

"I missed you," Arthur said as he looked at Ginny. Arthur had avoided Ginny slightly since her arrival, delaying what he dreaded telling her; but he knew he had to tell Ginny, because it would be much worse if she heard it from someone else.

"I missed you to Dad, and I'm sorry," Ginny responded, glad that it was the first real thing she had admitted all day.

"And Gin?" He started.

"Yeah Dad?" Ginny asked, turning so she was facing her dad.

"There's a lot we need to talk about," He started then stopped, trying to figure out how to proceed.

"I know, but I wanted to win the war-" Ginny started knowing it was only a matter of time before she would have to explain why she did it. Ginny stopped however when she saw the confusion flick across her dad's face.

"Actually Ginny, it's about something else," Arthur answered, as he awkwardly played with his glasses.

"Oh?"

"Now, please don't blame your mother Ginny, will you promise me that?" He asked, meeting her gaze.

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked, as her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"Can you promise me that? From the moment we got you, we've always loved you, and we still do, this changes nothing," He added.

"Dad what are you talking about?" Ginny asked, as panic started to sink in.

"Promise me you won't be mad at your mother?" He said again.

"Okay, I promise, but what is this about?" Ginny asked.

Arthur took off his glasses slowly and cleaned them on his shirt, he took a deep breath before he put them back on and turned to look at Ginny.

"We had a large family, we didn't have much money, but that didn't matter. We had our six wonderful-though hard to handle sons," Mr. Weasley started, with a small chuckle. "But we had always wanted a little girl, your mother and I- we had tried for so long; we had almost given up hope," Mr. Weasley stopped for a moment, to look at Ginny. She nodded, signalling he could continue.

"Then Dumbledore came, and told us there had been an accident, and he had a baby girl that needed protection that needed a home, it had to be kept quiet. Just myself, Molly, Dumbledore and Professor Snape knew. He told us she had no living relatives, he told us he could fix the paper work, no one had to know the child wasn't ours," Mr. Weasley said once again stopping to see how Ginny was taking this.

"What blood runs in your veins?"

The question Voldemort had asked her time, and time again."Morfin Gaunt, was the brother of my negligent mother." Voldemort began in a softer tone. "The last descendants of Salazar Slytherin."

"I don't understand, what Morfin Gaunt has to do with me,"

"He's you're father."

She had thought Voldemort was crazy, but he was the top of his year when he attended Hogwarts. Since Ginny arrived at Malfoy Manor she tried to prove to him that she wasn't the weak little girl that he manipulated in his diary, when she should have been trying to manipulate him. The truth of all the facts lying in front of her began coming into place.

'My family doesn't appreciate me,' Ginny wrote, as the tears dripped down her face.

'Neither did mine, but I have done better by it,' Tom responded instantly.

'What do you mean?' Ginny asked, as she anxiously awaited his response.

'I already told you of how I grew up in an orphanage,' Tom replied, in his perfect cursive.

Ginny cursed, Tom would think she didn't care, but of course she remembered his story about his witch mother bewitching a conceited muggle. She dipped her quill in her ink frantically ready to assure him that she hadn't forgotten when his hadwriting continued on the page.

'It wasn't till later when I tracked down my family, that I decided to pay them a visit, my grandfather was in Azkaban, but my mother had a brother- my uncle, he was living in a pathetic run down shack…. I should have killed him, I wanted to- I almost did, but there was a part of me that couldn't bear to spill such pure blood,'

The fact that Tom had confessed to her such dark thoughts didn't scare her like they once did, instead she swelled up with pride that he confided in her, and another darker part of her purred, as she pictured the life leaving the body of family who abandoned Tom.

'What happened to him?' Ginny responded instantly, he scratching handwriting looking out of place beneath the fading lines of Tom's perfect cursive.

'Morfin Gaunt probably died in the shack that shamed our family name'

"I'm adopted," Ginny whispered, coming out from her memory.

Mr. Weasley watched her face for an emotion to flick across waiting for shock, disappointment and anger. Instead, understanding washed over her face as she pieced it all together. It was always there.

"Ginny, we have always thought of you as our child, your blood doesn't matter. We didn't tell you because we had to protect you," Mr. Weasley reassured her, as he grabbed Ginny's hand.

"Protect me?" Ginny asked confused as she turned to look at her father.

"Dumbledore was never quite sure who your parents were, or maybe he knew and just didn't tell us. All he knew was that were a descendant from Salazar Slytherin," Mr. Weasley said gently, trying to make this easier for her.

"I know," Ginny said with a small smile at her dad.

"You know?"

"Voldemort got in my head, he constantly asked me questions, trying to get me to find the answers to his riddles," Ginny said looking into her father's blue eyes.

"Did he tell you who your parents were?" he asked unsure.

"No, he said he didn't know, and it doesn't matter, I know who my real parents are," Ginny said with a smile as she hugged her father.

Ginny seemed to be doing a lot of lying to protect the ones she loved lately. At least this was a lie that didn't leave Ginny feeling guilty over. Her father didn't need to know who her birth father was, because there was one thing Ginny hadn't lied about- and that was that he was her father, and that the Weasley's were her family.