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Chapter 2

Ginny drifted lazily down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to peer cautiously around the hall. It looked deserted enough, although the house was unusually quiet. Something was coming, she could feel it, she just couldn't put her finger on what exactly it was, that is until... "Zare you are, Ginny!" Fleur was here. Great.

"Fleur... you're, here." Ginny's smile faltered.

"I waz juzt zeaking wiz your mother about zee wedzing. How would you like to go zhopping today?"

Ginny began fiddling with the chain around her neck, being extra careful not to reveal the coin at its other end. "Well, uh... gee. I don't know how well a shopping trip would go over with mum. Diagon Alley's not exactly..."

"Diagon Alley?" Feur laughed. "Zilly Ginny, wedzing sopping cannot be done in Diagon Alley, we muzt go to Pariz of courze!" She gushed, ignoring Ginny's obvious reluctance.

"Paris? Today? Have you..." Ginny's protests petered off and the hall fell into silence. She couldn't exactly ask Feur if she'd gone mad, not after making that promise to Bill anyway. "You've talked this over with mum then?" Ginny sighed.

Fleur nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yez. Zhe thinkz it iz a wonderful idea."

Sure she does. Ginny nodded. "She must be in the kitchen." Ginny mumbled to herself, as she shuffled past Feur before she even had time to nod her head in the affirmative. This was going to be a long day.

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Hermione swept a hand through her hair, clearing her vision as she leaned over the cluttered table in the back room of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Every so often she'd pause in her intense studying to scribble down some notes in the book's margins. "This should be simpler."

"Indeed." George spoke from the doorway, shrugging off his cloak as Hermione turned around. "Morning Hermione. Fred says you've been pouring over those books all night."

"Old habit's die hard I suppose." Hermione shrugged, a faint smile crossing her features. "I've managed to get the map's contents to vanish and re-appear, though I think it would be in our best interest to further conceal its contents. After all, in the wrong hands it would reveal far too much."

George nodded, moving across the room and taking a seat on the other side of the table. The map sitting before him, unlike the one he had examined with Harry the previous evening, was alive. Much like the marauders map, there were small dots moving all along its surfaces, however this was not a map depicting Hogwarts, but rather a pictorial representation encompassing Diagon Alley, The Burrow, Godric's Hollow, and the vast miles in between. It was an impressive feat really. "That's true. So what did you have in mind?"

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I'm so sorry. It should not have taken me this long to get this short of a chapter out to you all. I promise, I'll try my best to get the next chapter out sooner. At any rate, I hope that this can tide you all over for the time being, even though it seems to be more of a transitional chapter than anything else.

Lastly, I would like to thank my most loyal reviewer, tutucute4u. You are the best, your kind words never fail to bring a smile to my face. Thanks a million, I can't wait to hear what you think of this latest installment.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome, and all flames will be used for firewood this coming winter.

Peace Out and all that Jazz.