A/N So today I told my spanish teacher that my New Year's Resolution was to speak in a British accent as much as possible this year. Then we spent the next 10 min. trying to speak Spanish with a British accent. Do I know how to distract teachers or what?

I finally get to write about someone I haven't written about yet, and I am totally excited. I bet right now you are thinking back to what characters I have written. Haha. You will now sooner or later!

Disclaimer Though I claim the idea for this particular story, I admit that I am not clever enough to write 7 amazing books, create an international phenomenon, and earn the big bucks. Ha…. What I could do with a million dollars...I'd start by paying for college!

I dedicate this chapter to Harry's invisibility cloak, because if I wish hard enough (hehe) I could borrow it and listen to people's conversations to see what they really think of me. Or do I want to know?

Listening to Titanic again.

On to the Story!

Oh! Mum keeps him filled up with food.

Ginny rolled her eyes.Gee, Harry, she was saying to the imaginary Harry that she was having a conversation with, you really are clever with these clues. She said this only half sarcastically. She was going to have a talk with him about his definition of sneaky.

While Ginny was still on the couch thinking about her next clue, Mrs. Weasley walked in holding baby Victoire. She set her down to play with Teddy and told George and Charlie that Bill and Fleur were sleeping, and she was busy working on lunch, and would they mind watching Victoire for awhile? Of course, they both readily agreed, eager to enjoy the antics of their two favorite kids.

Mrs. Weasley was on her way out of the living room when Ginny called to her.

"Hey mum, have you got something for me? Like a note from Harry maybe?"

"Oh Ginny, dear, I didn't see you! And yes, I do." Mrs. Weasley answered.

Ginny rolled her eyes for the second time in ten minutes. These people are going to be the death of me! "Could I have it?"

"Why should I give it to you? You won't even tell me what is going on."

"Mum, it's personal, if Harry wanted you to read it, he would have said you could read it, right? And he most likely didn't, so can I please have my clue?

"Yes here you go," she gave Ginny the next clue, impressed at how well Ginny knew Harry, then she left to work on lunch.

Ginny, happy to get the next clue, followed her out of the room, and continued up the stairs and heading into her bedroom. She plopped on her bed as she opened the latest clue.

Ginny

I love your family. I am very thankful for all of you. You have all been there when I needed you most. You were all there no matter how dangerous the situation. Your parents are like the parents I never got to know. Your brothers are like my brothers, even Fred. And you, before you were my girlfriend, you were my sister. How could I ever repay all of you for being there for me? I chose your mum because I figured it would be best to get this clue from a family member, and for some reason, your mum just seemed like a logical choice. For your next clue, go to the spot where I got the best seventeenth birthday present ever. Another easy one, so no hint.

Harry

She sighed. That was so sweet of him to say stuff like that about her family. She also remembered when she was just like a sister to him. It stunk to be honest. She much rather preferred being his girlfriend. It had a lot more benefits than draw backs. The only big drawback being that ever since they got together, they hardly had a chance to be alone when they were at the Burrow. Stupid overprotective family.

She really was going to have to think about some way to pay Harry back this 'no hint' business. He got her used to the hints, then he just pulled them away from her. That is so like him, she thought. Then she 'humphed' just for good measure.

Percy was sitting in his room like he normally did when he was at the Burrow, only this time he wasn't working on homework for school, or working on paperwork for the ministry. This time, he was working on something much more difficult: writing a letter to his Hogwarts girlfriend, Penelope.

Dear Penelope,

Nah, too formal. Percy wadded up the paper and threw it in the waste basket, sure, he could've just erased it, or used magic, but he wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

Dear Penny,

No again, this one sounded too childish. Percy wadded up and threw this one away too.

Dear Pen,

Nope. Now it sounded like he was writing to a muggle writing utensil. This paper met the fate of the first two. Finally, Percy settled on something straight to the point.

Penelope,

I can't wait to see you tonight. I was surprised and extremely happy to get your owl. I'm curious as to what it is you wanted to talk about. I'll see you at the Leaky Cauldron at 7.00

Percy

There, Percy thought, surely that will make me sound cool and collected. I wonder why she wanted to see me all of a sudden. Maybe she wants to get back together.

Percy folded up the letter and wrote Penelope's name on the front. He gave it to his owl, then decided that he should head downstairs. His stomach was telling him that he was hungry. On his way down he saw Ginny go into her room. If he wasn't mistaken, she looked like she was in an annoyed mood. Percy chuckled to himself, she was acting more and more like mum every time he saw her.

He didn't see her too much, though. She was always on the road with the Harpies and he was always working. He liked working. It was always organized. What was he going to do for the next two weeks? The Ministry had strict rules about vacation days, and he hadn't used any of his, so he had been forced to take the next two weeks off.

When he went into the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley looked up from the stove, and gave him a look.

"I was wondering when you were going to come down. You'll have to wait until lunch for food, it will be ready in about 10 minutes."

"I was just getting some things done in my room," Percy defended himself.

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes, this, of course, is where Ginny got that particular trait. Percy had always been 'getting some things done in his room' ever since he was a little boy.

"George and Charlie are in the living room playing with Victoire and Teddy. Andromeda left Teddy here for a few days to visit friends, and Bill and Fleur are trying to catch up on sleep."

"Where is everyone else?" Percy asked. It must have been a trait in the male Weasley line. Every single one of them wanted to know what everyone else was doing. Extremely nosy family, Mrs. Weasley thought.

"Well, let's see. Hermione dragged Ron off to Diagon Alley for sale shopping," Mrs. Weasley laughed, "I don't know who I should feel more sorry for, Ron for having to follow her around while she shops, or Hermione for having to put up with him all day."

"Probably Hermione," Percy muttered.

"Your father is outside in the shed tinkering with those muggle objects he got for Christmas, Ginny is on a hunt that Harry put together, and Harry is up in his room cleverly avoiding Ginny."

"What do you mean Ginny is on a hunt?"

"Harry sent her on a treasure hunt this morning and neither one of them will tell what is going on. It's frustrating."

Percy laughed. "Well, I think I'll go join Charlie and George. OH, before I do, I wanted to tell you that I won't be home for dinner, I'm having it with a friend."

Percy walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room before his mum could ask questions. He didn't feel like telling her who he was going to meet.

Since when did all my children become so mysterious? Mrs. Weasley asked herself as she watched Percy escape before she could ask him who he was meeting.

Arthur Weasley looked around the shed with a smile on his face. The whole shed was covered with many different random muggle artifacts. There was paper stapled to the wall, some of the papers had staple designs in them. He had discovered that it was not a good idea to put your finger where the staplers come out, luckily he had his wand with him, so he could clean it up quickly.

Arthur had also remembered that matches were very temperamental wooded sticks that if you struck it the right way, it made fire. Hence the large pile of burnt matches on the table. His hands were covered in ink from his exploration of a fountain pen. There were the ever-fun outlets to add to his collection.

It also looked as if Harry had helped some in getting the box together because there was a rubber ducky with instructions on what it was for. It's a toy?Why would you want to take a toy into the bath with you? Arthur was completely bewildered by this. Finally, after hours of going through the box, there were only two things left. Two books actually. The first was The Beginner's Guide to Physics, with a note from Hermione attached.

Read this, and be sure to ask me it you have any questions. You might need this for the next book.

The next book proved to be a lot more interesting, it was How Airplanes Fly and Other Amazing Muggle Inventions. Excited did not even begin to describe how Arthur was feeling at this point. He read Hermione's note attached to this one.

Thought you might like this. It was in the new release aisle at Flourish and Blotts the other day. Enjoy!

As he flipped through the pages, Arthur decided that if he was to ever teach a class about Muggles, this would be the perfect textbook. He smiled happily, conjured himself a big comfy chair and began to read the section on airplanes.

Ginny sat on her bed thinking about Harry's seventeenth birthday. It had been just before he had left to find the Horcruxes. There had been his gifts down stairs, the cake in the shape of a snitch, and her gift…..

Oh Harry, that is just too sweet.

A/N I am soooooo sorry for the long wait. It turns out that work and school and filling out scholarships takes up a lot more time than what you would think!

I blame any unusual fluffiness on lack of sleep (see above reasons)

I have been using a typewriter for scholarships and I would just like to say that I miss the backspace button!

This is your last chance to vote in the poll, I'll need to close it for when I write the next chapter.

Please Review, it is greatly appreciated.

P.S. Kristen, sorry I didn't get this to you before you left. Hope you are having fun in Spain!