A/n: Thanks to my beta Bcain17, without her you would still be reading a lot of mistakes. :D

Chapter 2

August 1st

"Harry James Potter! Come here and give your mother a kiss goodbye," a red haired woman screeched. She was tall with shoulder length red hair, with hints of white at the roots. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she looked up at her son, who stood by the railing of his ship, The Phoenix.

Harry sighed, he jumped over the railing of the Phoenix and landed gracefully next to his mother. His usual messy raven hair was tied back in a short ponytail.

"Do you realize how dangerous that is!" Lily scowled her son after once he landed next to her.

Harry shrugged, then sighed when he noticed the death glare his mother was giving him. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

Lily glared knowing he didn't mean it, "Don't take that tone with me young man. It doesn't matter how old you are, I'm still your mother and I should have your respect. Considering as I was the one who brought you into this world."

Harry flinched slightly, he knew she didn't like it when he went all emotionless. Heck, even he didn't like it, but he couldn't help it. He just felt so… empty.

"I truly am sorry mum, I will try not to do it again." Harry whispered looking her in the eye, showing he truly was sorry.

Lily's eyes softened. "I'm glad," she whispered back. Then she noticed his hair and tutted, "You better get Alice to cut your hair once it gets to long, you don't want to be mistaken for girl now do you?" Lily joked. "Same goes for you, Draco!" She called.

Harry smirked, she never did change. Suddenly he was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. He looked down and was met with his mother's fiery red hair. He smiled one of his very rare smiles. She truly was the only person who could get a smile out of him now a days.

Lily pulled away from the hug, holding her son at arms length and looked up at him, emerald meeting emerald. "You look out for your sister for me. I know she can look after herself but keep an eye on her." Lily pleaded, her eyes beginning to water.

"Of course," Harry answered pulling her into another hug, letting her tears soak his shirt.

"Be safe," she whispered into his ear. She pulled back out of the hug, kissed him on the cheek, and then walked to her husbands waiting arms.

Harry's lip curled up into a smirk, he began walking towards the boarding plank when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He turned and found his father standing there.

"I have some last minute information for you." James said. He handed his son a scroll. "This contains a map for the route to the mainland, follow it and you won't get lost."

Harry nodded and James took it as a signal to continue, "I have been informed that the Weasley's are attending Blaise Zabini's ball tonight. It seems the prince has his eye set on the youngest Weasley. If my calculations are correct, you should arrive a quarter way through. I want you, Alice and Draco to attend the ball. Alice and Draco will get information from Arthur Weasley, while you target the daughter, Ginny."

Harry nodded, "Do Alice and Draco know?"

James shook his head, "No I will leave you to explain that. But before I forget, your mother told me a secret about the locket."

Harry raised a eyebrow, "why did she not tell you before?"

"She didn't realize I would be sending you out to retrieve it," James answered. "But you have to remember this so pay attention. The Locket can only be taken off by the one wearing it."

Harry nodded, "I won't forget."

"Good. Be safe, my son." James willed. He patted his son on the shoulder then walked back over to his wife, who instantly wrapped her arms round him.

Harry smiled faintly as he watched his parents embrace. He knew that their love was strong and he doubted anything could weaken it. He then turned on his heel and walked up the plank. When he noticed Draco standing behind the wheel, he walked up the steps and stood next to him.

"Is the ship ready?" Harry asked.

"Aye captain!" Draco grinned. Harry scowled at him, but secretly felt a sense of pride knowing he was the captain of the ship, his ship.

"Raise the anchor! Set the sails men!" He yelled to his crew. He smirked when he heard the same replies as Draco. He glanced at Draco and gave him a nod. Signaling that Draco was in charge, Harry glanced around the deck and noticed Alice was tying the sails securely. She was working with another shipmate and he noticed the glares Draco was sending towards the man. Harry snickered and walked to his cabin.

In his cabin, a queen-sized bed with gold and red sheets had been pushed into the corner. Next to the door was wardrobe that held his weapons and clothes. Over by the window was his desk already covered with scrolls.

Harry walked towards the desk and sat down behind it. Taking out the map his father had given him. In few a hours he would obtain the locket, and return it home, or he would die trying.

XXX

"Ginny, are you ready yet dear?" Molly called. She was dressed in a elegant purple dress. She was looking up from the main hall, to the doubles doors that led to her daughter's room. She watched them like a hawk, expecting her daughter to walk out of them at any second.

"Nearly!" She called back. She twirled in front of her mirror, her long golden dress clung to her body perfectly. In Ginny's opinion it showed of way too much cleavage. She wasn't very surprised that her mother had chosen this dress for her, after all she was going out of her way to make sure Blaise Zabini asked for her hand.

Sighing, Ginny moved over to her dressing table. Smiling, Ginny looked at the small jewelry box her grandmother had given her for her fourteenth birthday.

Flashback.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Ginny! Happy birthday to you!" A family of red heads sang.

Ginny grinned as she looked at all her family, all of her brothers where here along with her grandparents. It was probably the first time in five years they had all been together. She felt privileged at the fact that they were all here for her birthday, not her brothers.

She knew that the real reason they were all here was to spend her grandmother last months on earth together as a family.

Ginny smiled sadly as she watched her grandma Elizabeth hug her father, she knew he was upset that his mother didn't have long to live. She couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling.

His father, her grandfather had died two years before Ginny was born so she never knew him, but from what her grandma told her he was a very kind man who didn't deserve to die.

"Ginny dear!" A voice called, snapping her from her thoughts, Ginny looked up and spotted her grandma waving her over.

Ginny approached the fragile woman. "Yes, grandma?"

"Be a dear and help me out to the garden would you?" She asked.

Ginny nodded and smiled, she linked her arms with the elder Weasley and began slowly walking out towards the garden. When they reached a bench that gave a lovely view of the mountains behind the great house, Ginny helped her sit down.

They both sat in silence admiring the garden until the elder women broke it.

"You know this was were your grandfather proposed to me," she smiled.

Ginny looked up at her, a small smile tugging on her lips, "How long had you known grandfather?"

The elder women closed her eyes, the smile never leaving her lips. "Since we were children. We met at my cousins wedding. My mother and father decided that we should marry. His mother and father wouldn't agree to a arranged marriage so they decided to let us marry in our own time.

"Of course, it took him four years to propose after he started courting me. His mother told me he had attempted to but always got cold feet fearing I would reject him."

Ginny giggled. "Is that Bill and Charlie took so long to propose to their wives?"

Elizabeth smiled at her granddaughter. "Of course it's a bit of a tradition of the Weasley's they always get cold feet on the first attempt, your father was just the same."

Ginny giggled trying to imagine her father proposing to her mother.

Elizabeth smiled warmly. "But Ginny dear, this wasn't the reason I brought you out her."

Ginny looked up at her elder confused. "Why then Grandma?"

"It's to give you this." The women whispered, placing a medium sized jewelry box in the teenagers lap.

She gaped at the box. She didn't know how long she sat there but when Elizabeth whispered, "Open it," snapping Ginny out of her thoughts.

She slowly began to open it. She gasped at what met her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. Placing both her hands on either side of the box.
It was a locket with the letter E engraved on it.

"It's beautiful." Ginny choked out.

Elizabeth smiled. "I'm glad you like it but Ginny you must keep the locket safe. Always keep it with you."

Ginny nodded, noticing the serious expression on her grandma's face.

"I will"

xxx

Two months after she had given Ginny the locket, Elizabeth Weasley died in her sleep.

End of flashback.

Ginny opened the jewelry box slowly, a faint smile played on her lips as she picked up the same locket she was given four years ago. She placed the locket around her neck. She had promised to keep it safe and she would.

Ginny walked back to the mirror, she inspected the make-up the maids had literally forced her to wear. Her lips were painted red, her cheeks held a touch of blusher to them and her eye shadow was a golden brown that went with the dress.

Smiling softly at her reflection, she exited her room and descended the staircase. Below, her mother stood impatiently while her father chatted merrily to the servants.

Once they both noticed her. Molly gasped while Arthur smiled proudly.

"Oh Ginny! You look absolutely beautiful doesn't she Arthur?" Her mother gushed. Ginny felt her cheeks heat up. She hated getting attention about her looks, it wasn't that she was embarrassed. It was just the fact that growing up with six brothers didn't mean she grew up girly.

"You will knock them dead tonight, sweetheart." Arthur smiled.

"Thank you mother father."

They stood in silence for a moment before Arthur decided to break it.

"Better get going or we will be late." He announced.

Ginny nodded, she was about to walk out when her mothers voice stopped her.

"Ginny dear, you must not forget your mask," Molly said to her daughter.

"Mask?" Ginny asked, confusion written all over her face.

Molly nodded. "Didn't I tell you? Master Zabini has requested all girls wear a mask if they are single."

Ginny huffed, trust her mother to tell her at the last minute. "There wasn't a mask on my dressing table, so unless you got me engaged without me being aware, I haven't got one."

"You do have one dear, here." Molly smiled, handing her daughter a golden brown mask.

"It's beautiful mother, where did you get it?" Ginny asked, staring at the mask in awe.

"My mother gave it to me when I was attending your father's ball. That night we met was perfect he was a total gentleman, we courted for three years before he finally got the courage to ask for my hand."

Ginny suppressed a giggle having already heard the story for her grandmother.

"Mother how old were you and father when you met?" Ginny asked.

"I was your age I had just turned eighteen and your father was turning twenty," Molly sighed linking arms with her daughter. "Come along maybe you will meet your prince charming tonight."

Ginny faked a smile. She knew what her mother really meant, 'I hope Blaise looks your way.' Ginny was hoping she would be able to avoid him tonight. Her plan was to stay inside for a hour, then go outside and hide for the rest of the night.

Xxx

Ginny stormed out of the ballroom to the outside balcony. She didn't even bother to apologize to the people she bumped into.

If she saw Blaise Zabini right now she would kill him.

Flashback

"Ah, Mr. Weasley may I have this dance with your daughter?" A cold voice asked.

Ginny felt shivers go down her spine, she knew that voice, and she detested it.

Arthur looked unsure, noticing the look his daughter was giving him. He was about to say no when Molly butted in.

"Of course she would love to, wouldn't you Ginny?"

Ginny gulped, she had no way out now. She nodded slowly. It sickened her when Blaises's smirk grew.

He took her roughly by the hand yanking her towards the dance floor. Ginny glared at him. She would definitely have a bruise there tomorrow.

To say that they danced gracefully would be a lie. Blaise kept on stepping on her feet until Ginny swore that she couldn't even feel them anymore they were that numb from pain.

As the song came to a end, Ginny felt Blaise's hand travel down towards her rear. She gasped when he roughly squeezed it. She growled at him before pulling away from his grasp before slapping him across the face.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Zabini," she snarled before turning on her heel and walking away.

XXx

Ginny huffed, she knew her mother was probably fuming but to be honest she didn't really care. If Molly thought Blaise was so great why didn't she marry him instead?

She didn't know how long she stood there or how long he had been behind her.

"You know, you could easily of been attacked," a voice stated. Ginny jumped at the sound of the intruder's voice. She spun on her heel to yell at the person but found her breath hitched in her throat.

There in front of her was a god-like man with messy raven hair and tanned skin that reflected in the moonlight.

"Cat got your tongue?" He teased. A smirk playing on his lips, giving him sort of a arrogant look.

Ginny snapped out of her trance and glared at the raven-haired god in front of her.

"I was perfectly fine, I knew you were the whole time I just didn't bother to acknowledge your presence," She snapped thoroughly embarrassed with herself.

The smirk grew, if possible. "Is that so?" He asked, his eyes dancing with amusement.

Ginny nodded dumbly, she couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. They were a breath-taking emerald green. Realizing that she had been staring she turned round quickly trying to hide the faint blush on her cheeks.

Suddenly she felt cool breathe on her neck sending shivers down her spine.

"How about now?" He whispered huskily.

Ginny gulped, "What do you want?"

She could feel the smirk grow on his irresistible lips. She didn't even have to be facing him to know he was smirking.

"If I told you that then I'd probably have to kill you, " He teased, "however if you dance with me I'll leave you alone."

Ginny turned to face him, "Now why would I dance with a stranger? I don't even know your name."

The man grinned then held out his hand, "Harry Evans."

"Ginevra Weasley, but please call me Ginny," Ginny smiled shaking his hand. When their hands connected she felt a shivers run down her spine. It wasn't a bad feeling, oh no it was definitely a good one.

"Well how about that dance then, Ginny?" Harry asked offering her his arm to take.

Ginny smiled softly then linked her arm with his before striding into the ballroom.

When they began to dance, Ginny could feel people's eyes lingering on them. She looked around and saw her mother looking at them with curiosity. She also noted that Blaise Zabini was looking at them with a mix of jealousy and anger. She smirked at his expression. Then her gaze landed on a small girl that looked a lot like Harry. The girl was wearing a dark purple gown and had short black hair. She was dancing with a blonde man. But her gaze was fixed on Ginny with an unreadable expression.

Ginny tore her gaze away from the black haired girl and stole a glance at Harry. He was staring at the locket she was wearing. His expression was unreadable and it unnerved her a bit.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked, making him look up at her.

"No, nothing at all," He whispered back.

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I'm sorry it wasn't up sooner I have been busy at school and now we broke up so I'm happy.

Hope you all like it I've started typing up chapter 3, I'm just stuck on a tiny bit but I'll work it out.

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