Alright, I'm just going to let everyone know that I'm not writing this story to piss off any Harry/Ginny lovers, I happen to like the couple, it's just a flippin story that cultivated in my head, like many others so if you don't like it don't read it, and don't leave me busted reviews on how I've ruined your "favorite couple", because frankly I could care less, I'm just going to keep writing because it's what I like.

Thank you for those who like the story, I'm glad...I'm going to be a little backed up, because I have some major test I need to take, and I'm thinking before I go too much further with the story I'm going to re-plan some events I wanted to happen, but not to worry it's not going to be too long...I hope... :)

Chapter 10 - The Secrets Out

With baby in hands, Aimee slipped quietly through the front door. She and Hermione had been a little late then planned. She didn't know how much stuff she need to get down. Rules, techniques...she was glad Hermione was helping her with it all. Kat began to whimper in her arms as she walked into the sitting room. She walked over to her baby swing and placed her in it. The baby cooed happily as she started it up.

"You sure do love your swing." She said softly.

"Yeah she does." Startled Aimee jumped and turned to find Harry laying on the couch with his eyes closed. His robes were thrown across the opposite chair and he was left in wrinkly black slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his top few buttons undone. He looked as if he collapsed there all day.

"Were you there when I walked in?" She asked.

"I've been here since three. I left work early." He told her.

"Oh I'm so sorry. We should have been here when you got home. I could have made you something to eat, or you could have spent time with Katrina..." Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. Aimee, still babbling walked towards the kitchen. Her words became muffled and Harry couldn't make out what she was saying.

"Dinner...your day?...Diagon Ally...wand...Ollivander...note..." Harry shut his eyes and went back to sleep. Aimee walked back in with a cup of tea in her hands.

"Well then..." She looked back at Katrina. "I guess he's tired." She said sipping the tea.

Harry woke up some time later. The room was dark except from the light in the corner, where Aimee was sitting and reading a book. He yawned and stood up.

"Where's Kat?" He asked stretching his arms and legs.

"She's sleeping...Where else would she be? Down the lane?"

"Oh I didn't know you were a comedian." She made no gesture, just continued her reading.

He walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock. Almost eight. He'd slept for a while.

"There's a plate for you in the fridge." Aimee yelled in. He wasn't very hungry, but opted to eat it anyway. Aimee came in when he was taking his plate out of the microwave. She went to the stove and put on some water for tea.

He sat down and began eating. Aimee took a seat across from him. Harry could feel her staring at him, and sure enough, when he looked up she was. She smiled a smile that made his heart leap out of his chest. She looked so cute sitting there, smiling like a child who had just found a city made entirely of chocolate.

"I got a wand today." She said jumping up. "Let me show you." She ran into the next room, giving Harry time to compose himself. This was getting out of hand. She was making him feel things he shouldn't be feeling. Everything about her seemed so...perfect...

He was interrupted by a tapping at the kitchen window. He opened it and a brown fluffy owl flew in. He didn't recognize the owl, but took the piece of parchment from it and it flew off. He opened it, and looked for the signature. It was from Mr. Ollivander. He quickly read the note.

Mr. Potter,

You asked me to inform you when the 9" red willow, sky phoenix wand was sold. I am now informing you that it was sold to a young woman this morning. As you may recall, I predicted the wand to be sold when you restored power to our world. The Prophecy, has once again been proclaimed, and it should be in your best interest to investigate. I shall be available.

Ollivander

"Here, isn't it lovely?" Aimee held up the dark burgundy stick. Harry looked up into her eyes. Something shimmered in them, and strangely, he felt as if he'd seen that shimmer before.

He took the wand from her and examined it. It was the wand.

"Who were your parents Aimee?" He asked softly, in almost a whisper.

"I never knew my parents." He looked at her intently.

"You were orphaned?"

"Yes, when I was three. I thought Hermione told you, that I grew up in Dormitories in Oxford. I studied dance..." Harry couldn't believe it. He sunk back in the kitchen chair.

"Do you know anything about your past? Anything..." He asked grabbing her arms.

"Uh...why, what's wrong."

"Aimee it's vital that I know this, do you understand?" Aimee felt flustered. What was wrong with him, he suddenly grew fangs and was foaming at the mouth. "Please, do you know anything?"

"I was found by water..."

"Water?"

"Yes, and Madam Alexandrine...the woman who found me, she tried to take me with her, but I was pulled away by a...mermaid..." Harry's eyes widened.

"...And...?" He nodded his head for her to keep going.

"And...Then a centaur..."

"What did he look like?"

"How should I know!" She yelled breaking his hold on her. "Stop acting like a vampire...God, you look as if you want to bite me or something..."

"I wouldn't do that...trust me, if I killed you I might leave the wizarding world in mortal danger."

"What are you talking about?" She asked frantically.

"Is that all you remember?"

"Uh...The centaur said I was the daughter of a powerful wizard..."

"Oh my god..."

"WHAT!" She was getting angry.

"Is there anything else?"

"I don't know I wouldn't listen to her after that, it all seemed so unreal I couldn't believe what she was saying." She folded her arms.

"Where can I find Madam Alexandrine?" He said sprinting into the next room.

"She's in Oxford! Why, you're not going there..." He was putting on his cloak.

"Mr. Potter!...er...HARRY!"

"Do not leave this flat." He ordered. And with a little "pop" he vanished, leaving Aimee feeling very ill and flustered.

A/N: That took longer than i'd planned. Sorry, hope it's good :)