Eleven Years Later

Ginny stood at the bottom of the gravel path that led up to her childhood home. It was a strange feeling to be standing so close to it and yet feel so distant. The truth of the matter was that so much time had passed that the house felt like something she had once dreamt of. She had never expected to be able to see it again.

Her eyes took in all the details that she remembered from her youth. The small tumbledown garage that she use to hide in as a child. A grin came to her face remembering all the times she had jumped out on her brothers when they had least expected it. Fun times.

Then slowly she took in the shape of the house. The stone pigsty as Draco had once called it. She had to admit it had that look to it but it was nothing like a pigsty. No the stone went too high up forming the added on storeys that had housed all their rooms as kids. The old red roof shone in the summer light and no smoke flew from any of the six chimneys. As always the house leaned to the right but it was perfect, it was the Burrow, home.

Moving slowly up the path she stood short of the front door. They had never really used that when she was little. No it was for formal times only. The everyday use was the back door. But the question was should she be all formal or go round back like family. Her eyes lowered to the rusted cauldron that had stood outside the door since before she had even gone to Hogwarts. A laugh slipped from her lips as she thought of that.

With a small sigh she decided to head out back. She stopped by the sign that read 'The Burrow'. It was just perfect how nothing had really altered with the house in eleven years. It was nice to know that one thing had remained constant while the world around her had changed so dramatically.

A small gate stood between her and the garden. The green grass swept the length of the field. It just seemed to go on forever. Ginny became excited as she looked at it. She had missed the countryside so much. The city had never really felt like home no matter how much she tried to make it. This was where she belonged with magic.

A high pitched laugh echoed through the air and Ginny watched as a small girl ran through the grass. She seemed very young but there was so much joy around her that Ginny just smiled. The girl had short blonde hair falling in soft curls around her heart shaped face.

"Electra come back here!"

"No!"

The girl giggled again as she continued to run. Then Ginny felt chills run up her spine as a woman from her past stepped out into to the sunlight. Dipping down low Ginny watched as her mother chased after the small girl. Ginny couldn't help but grin as she watched. Her mother had changed so much in the time they'd been apart. Her red curled hair now held mass white hairs. As she turned Ginny noticed a pair of glasses around her neck on string. It felt so weird to be watching this. The brown eyes of the woman though were focused on the three year old as she jumped at a tree.

"Electra get down!"

"No!"

"ELECTRA!"

"Who's that?"

Ginny watched in amazement as the small girl pointed straight at her. A yell skidded from the woman's mouth as she grabbed her wand.

"Show yourself!"

Slowly Ginny pulled herself up to her full height and looked straight into her mother's eyes. Something stirred beneath them but suddenly a panic took over her features.

"RONALD."

Ginny's heart skipped a beat as her brother came bounding out into the garden. He stopped dead in front of their mother and his face stiffened as he looked at her. She couldn't help but just stare as she took in all his details. How his hair now fell to his shoulders. How his blue eyes were as pale as ever as they narrowed at her. The freckles that had plagued him from his youth still littered his long nose. But he looked perfect, just as she remembered.

"Mum get Electra inside."

The small girl jumped from the tree into her grandmother's arms and they ran inside. Ron had his wand pointed now straight at Ginny.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"I decided to come home."

"My sister is dead."

"Wasn't Peter Pettigrew?"

He didn't react as he looked at her closely.

"You can't get to Harry through us Death Eater."

"I'm not a Death Eater."

"You've turned up impersonating my dead sister. If you're not a Death Eater who are you?"

"Ron it's really me. Where's Hermione?"

"Leave my wife out of this."

This was impossible. She hadn't even considered that she wouldn't be given a chance to speak to her parents. What could she say that would convince Ron who she was? Then it came to her.

"Wait I can prove that I'm your sister."

"How?"

"When you were a toddler Fred and George turned your bear into a spider."

"So?"

"When I was in my fifth year I told people that you had a tattoo of a Pygmy puff."

"You could have found those facts out anywhere."

"You're daughter's middle name is Josephine after your favourite Cannons player."

"Ha. Ginny wouldn't know that!"

He looked smug as he took a step towards her.

"Hermione told me."

"WHAT!"

He stopped and Ginny couldn't help but smile.

"Why don't you ask her? I mean Hermione knows I'm coming here."

"Don't move."

Ron ran back into the house and Ginny just smiled. Several minutes passed and then to Ginny's surprise Hermione appeared.

"Gin sorry they didn't say it was you."

"What did they say?"

"Death Eater outside."

Hermione opened the gate and Ginny stepped inside. She allowed her eyes to linger on her surroundings before going to her friend.

"How they taking the news?"

"Your mum fainted and Ron's muttering under his breath."

Ginny just nodded as a toddler fell into the grass behind them. Without hesitating she moved over and picked the little girl up. She was gorgeous with brown curly hair and pale blue eyes. With one look Ginny knew this had to be Amber, Hermione and Ron's daughter. She looked like the best bits of each had been taken and mixed together.

"Hello Amber."

"Hi."

"Hermione she just said hello to me."

Her friend pulled a face at the little girl.

"That's more than she's said to me all day!"

The girl giggled reaching out to her mum. Hermione took her and walked into the house. Ginny took a deep breath and followed her inside. Her stomach did back flips as she realised that nothing inside had changed. It looked the same as it had on that last day she'd stepped foot in it eleven years back.

The table was littered with sandwiches and cold drinks. Around it sat three young children. Two girls and a boy. The little blonde named Electra waved a soggy hand at her and Ginny waved back. Next to her was an older girl with strawberry blonde hair falling down her back in a straight line. The stand out feature was her turquoise eyes that were piercing at Ginny.

The last child at the table was a small boy. Ginny noticed that like Ron he had the Weasley freckles plastered over his long nose. His eyes were a cool blue and his hair red, short and spiked. It took Ginny a moment to work out who she was looking at.

"You must be Jynx, Ciaran and Electra."

"Who are you?"

The boy spoke through a mouthful of sandwiches and Ginny smiled.

"I'm your Aunt Ginny."

They went silent as they just watched her. Ron was still swearing under his breath. Hermione though seemed to sense the tension and cleared her throat.

"It's a nice day, why don't we go have a picnic?"

The children clapped happily just as Ron made for the door.

"Not you. You have some talking to do…"