A/N- Ug, I keep forgetting to write these...so anyway, thank you so so much, reviewers and constant readers, and thank you eddy's babe for being such an amazing beta! This might be the last update for a week or two, writers block plus homeword do not mix well:b

I hope you all enjoy!

-Rose

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter just as much as I own an ipod...oh wait! I do own an ipod! Don't sue, Don't sue! Umm, let's see...ok got it!
Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter just as much as I own and iphone...and just so no one's confussed, even if I did get an iphone (not going to happen, but I can dream) that would not mean that I would then own Harry Potter and all His rights...the only thing it would mean, is that I would need a new disclaimer.
"What's so funny?" asked Ginny as a red Ron and grinning Harry entered her bedroom where she and Hermione were bent over a thick, dusty book.

"Nothing," mumbled Ron as he threw himself down on Ginny's bed. Ginny looked at Harry, suspiciously.

"Tell you later," He promised. He glanced at the large book Hermione was still muttering over, "thought up anything plausible yet?"

Ginny nodded, "It really wasn't as hard as I thought it would be," she admitted, "as long as we aren't asked to many difficult questions, we should fit in," she paused, "well enough."

Harry thought of his parents, would they like him?

"So what did you come up with?" Ron asked.

"Twins" said Hermione, not looking up.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"

Ginny laughed, "You and Hermione will pretend to be twins," she explained, " Your parents died a couple months ago and you two moved in with you godparents, our" she motioned to herself and Ron, "parents, who then decided that we should all attend Hogwarts instead of our current school, Durmstrang."

"Great, except we have one small problem," said Harry, interrupting, "Hermione and I look nothing alike"

Hermione shut the large book with a bang, "That's about to change," she said, determinedly, "I've just found a long-lasting glamour charm," She took out her new 10 inch Birch wood with Threstal hair wand and looked at Harry thoughtfully, "I'm sorry Harry," she finally said, coming to stand next to him, "but I just don't see any other option."

Harry looked at her, puzzled, "What do you-?"

Hermione tapped his skull and her own, with her wand, and said firmly, "Charleroge"

Harry felt a warm trickle run down his back, and his head, for some reason, suddenly seemed heavier. He looked at Hermione, "Did it-?" He stopped. Hermione no longer stood next to him. A woman with straight blond hair and sparkling hazel eyes stood next to him. His eyes widened, "Hermione?" he asked.

"Blimey," said Ron, sliding off the bed, his mouth open in surprise. He looked from Hermione to Harry, then back to Hermione, "Blimey," He repeated.

Harry looked at Ginny, "Did it work?" he asked, anxiously. Ginny said nothing, but stared at Harry, with an odd look on her face. He looked at Hermione, "Did it work on me, too?"

Hermione nodded, almost smugly, and wordlessly conjured up a hand mirror, "Yes Harry, it worked, only I have to warn you..."

Harry looked in the small mirror. There he was in the mirror, looking exactly the same except for the platinum blond hair and eyes that matched Hermione's. His hazel eyes flashed between in blue and brown in the half-light of the morning. He gingerly touched his messy blond hair. "Blond," he said weakly.

Hermione nodded, "I'm sorry Harry, but there's just no other way. Brown's too close to your hair color now and red might bring out some hidden feature of your mothers...and your eyes, well, they..." she trailed off, but Harry knew what she was going to say. Too many people had told him his eyes were exactly like his mothers. That's one of the only reasons Snape ever helped Harry. If he were going to the past, his emerald eyes would quickly give away his relationship with Lily Evans.

Harry sighed, "You're right, but what about them?" he asked, motioning toward Ron and Ginny, who had finally gotten a hold of themselves.

Hermione studied them for a minute " They'll have to have black hair and...blue? Yes, blue eyes" she said critically.

Ron shrugged, "I can live with that." He flopped back down on Ginny's bed, "But I still don't see why we all have to be disguised, Harry's the only one that looks like someone there."

Hermione sighed, "Honestly Ronald, what is the one thing the Weasley family is known for, other than their red hair?"

"So?" Said Ron," There are tons of Weasley's around the world, and we could just be one of them."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "That's just to much of a coincidence, besides," she said, picking up the large book and heading out the door, "Your last name won't be Weasley."

Ron stood up and followed Hermione downstairs, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WONT BE WEASLEY?"

Ginny sighed, and smiled at Harry, "Some things never change." she made to follow the two, but Harry grabbed her arm.

"No wait," He said. Ginny stopped at looked at him questioningly. Harry looked both ways out the door and quickly shut it putting a silencing charm on it, "Ginny," he said, "there's a few things I should tell you about last year,"

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"So the diary was really a horecrux? It was a piece of Riddle's soul?" Ginny asked, two hours later. Harry nodded grimly. " Wow, " she said softly, " I-I can't believe everything you went through last year. I mean I knew whatever it was you three were doing was dangerous, but I never imagined..." Ginny trailed off, staring into space. "And after hating him all this time, Snape was actually the good guy." she said thoughtfully

"I know, " Harry said. He sat down on the floor next to Ginny, his legs exhausted from passing back and forth, "I never thought my mum and him would have been friends, but...and now, I don't know what I'm going to do when I see them...any of them for that matter... I-I just." He sighed," I just don't know how to handle this."

Ginny placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. They were quiet for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then Ginny cracked a smile, "Did I tell you the names Hermione picked out for us?" she asked. Harry shook his head. "They're fairly easy to remember," She said, " You and Hermione are Henry and Harmony Thomas. And Ron and I are Ryan and Jen Coroner." She made a face.

Harry laughed, "Honestly, how did you ever manage to live through going out with him? He's a complete idiot, you know."

Ginny shrugged, "I have no idea, I think I've blocked that part of my life out of my mind." She suddenly turned serious, "Harry, I really missed you last year." she whispered, so softly Harry could hardly hear her.

Harry looked into Ginny's dark brown eyes, "I really missed you too." He whispered. He brushed a stray piece of fiery red hair out of her face. "Ginny?" He asked, nervously.

"Hmm?" Ginny mumbled breathlessly.

"I-I...I love you Ginny."

Surprise and almost fear leaped into Ginny's eyes, "You-you what?"

Harry took a shaky breath and steadied himself, "I love you Ginny." He repeated, more firmly.

Relief flooded into Ginny's face. She smiled, " I love you too Harry."

And with that, Ginny closed the gap between them with a kiss that mirrored Harry's birthday present from so long ago.

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The next two months, as Hermione predicted, flew by faster than Harry (and Ron) had anticipated. After the much needed trip to Diagon Alley (where Hermione tested the outcome of her glamour charms), they really had nothing left to do.

After agreeing to not tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about their next adventure, things around the Burrow were quiet. Hermione spent most of her time studying the new books they had picked up, warning the others about their N.E.W.T.'s. She usually studied in a back room at the Weasly's Wizarding Wheezes building, where Ron had started helping George out wherever he could. Harry, with Ginny's help, worked on cleaning up 12 Grimald Place some more. Hermione's 'Slip up', had luckily not granted the Death Eater access inside, and Harry had to admit, after convincing Kreacher that Mrs. Black would really prefer the basement where she could spend more time with him, as well as adding all of Kreacher's ancestors to keep her company, and a couple of paint jobs, that the house really didn't look that bad any more.

Mrs. Weasley had insisted on throwing Harry a 'small' birthday party. She invited few outside the Weasley family. Andromeada and Teddy had arrived early in the morning. Teddy, now a hyper 6-month old, had immediately taken to his 'Uncle Harry', who took him for his first broom ride, despite the protests from 'Grammy Weasley' and 'Auntie Hermy'.

Teddy's present turned out to be several family pictures of the Lupins, taken shortly after Teddy's birth. A happy, yet tired looking Tonks, waved at the camera, next to a beaming Remus. Harry put one of the smaller pictures of them in his wallet.

Among his other presents, Ron gave Harry a huge box of new chocolate frogs. Hermione's present was a book on disguises for Aurors. Mrs. Weasley had given him some new emerald dress robes, telling him how lovely they looked with his eyes. Hagrid, who showed up late, presented Harry with a new jacket, made of some unidentified material that Hagrid seemed to avoid answering questions about. But Harry's favorite gift had been from Ginny. When he came down for breakfast, on his usual chair sat a small, coal black owl.

"I know she's not Hedwig," Ginny had said nervously," But I thought you might need-"

"She's great," Harry interrupted, stroking the owl's dark feathers, "what should I call her?"

Ginny thought for a moment and then said confidently, "Snuffles."

Now it was two months later, and, having packed their things into Hermione's handbag (Crookshanks,Pig,Arnold, and Snuffles wouldn't be able to come with them, but McGonagal had promised to look after them while they were gone), and saying good-bye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, as well as the rest of the Weasley family (who all assumed they were going back to the Hogwarts of the present day), Harry stood next to his friends in the Head's Office, in front of Dumbledore's portrait, awaiting last minute instructions. A raven-haired Ginny squeezed Harry's hand, as if she felt the tension and anxiety bottled up inside him. Harry took a deep breath, and turned his attention to Dumbledore.

"Now Harry," Dumbledore said, "all you need to do to activate the portkey, is tap the mirror twice and say- Larentge. The same to travel back to this time. Harry nodded, to nervous to talk.

Minerva cleared her throat and held out the mirror, "Be careful Pott-Harry," She said. Harry again nodded and held out the mirror to the other.

"You all do remember our story," said Hermione nervously, as she placed a finger on the mirrors frame.

"Relax Hermione," said Ron; also placing a finger on the mirror, " we've been over it a thousand times."

Hermione nodded, uncertainly.

Ginny swallowed hard and placed her own finger on the mirror, "You sure you want to do this," she said, loud enough for only Harry to hear.

Harry let out a shaky breath, "Nope," He whispered back. Then he drew his wand, nodded to Dumbledore and McGonagall, tapped the mirror twice and said, " Larentge."

Harry felt a familiar tug at his navel, and then knew no more.

A/N- Ugg! I forget these too! Anyway...please review, you have no idea how great it is to check my e-mail and see I've gotten a reveiw...yeah, I know, I really need a life:b lol ...tell me what you think!

-Rose