I'm really sorry for the delay with this chapter. I've worked the last ohhh ... 21 days with only 2 days off. My parents have been away and I've had to take care of my younger sister. Oh and my friend turns 21 tomorrow so I've spent the best part of a week making her something special.

More bad news. University starts back tomorrow. Well enrollement. I have to really start working now. So updating is going to likely be once every week, maybe two. But I shall update when I can

Kris xx

Eleven Years Later

Ginny sat down at the table and watched as Ron stumbled back and fore still muttering to himself. Finally he stopped and looked at her.

"This has to be a bad joke."

"It's not."

"My sister died eleven years ago."

"No she went into hiding as a muggle."

"My sister would never do that."

"She would if she were pregnant."

Slowly he lowered himself into the chair opposite her. They looked over the table at each other. His eyes were piercing through her own. It almost felt that he was sizing her up. Ever so slowly he closed his eyes placing his head on the table.

"What shape scar did my sister have?"

"Circular."

"Where?"

"Neck."

"Show me."

Ginny stood up and moved over next to Ron. Going down onto her knees she pulled her dark hair up and exposed the scar. She felt his fingers move over it. He was careful and tender. Slowly his fingers left her skin and she turned to look at him. His eyes were still hard but there was something beneath them.

"How'd she get it?"

"The attack in Hogwarts at the end of my fifth year. You pushed me out of the way of a curse and I slammed my head onto a suit of armour. If we hadn't have taken the Felix Felicis it probably would have been much worse."

"What happened as soon as the Death Eaters left?"

"You pulled me to one side and pulled at my collar. Everyone else had gathered around Bill to see if he was alright but you were determined to check on me. You rubbed the blood away and then told me to go find Harry while you checked on Neville."

For the first time Ron grinned slightly.

"He wouldn't sit still. Wanted to go and see if he could chase down any of the Death Eaters."

"Sounds like Neville."

Pulling herself up she sat next to Ron at the table. The two studied each other for a while before Ginny found her voice.

"Amber's beautiful."

"That's Hermione's doing not mine."

He smiled gently running his hand through his hair.

"Why'd you leave?"

"Draco convinced me it was the best thing."

"Malfoy! I knew it, the lying bas-"

"Ron!"

"Well Malfoy always thought he knew best. I hate him."

"Well I love him."

The two stared at each other. It always seemed to come to this between them. Ron couldn't accept that Draco could have changed.

"Gin how could he have convinced you? You never did what anybody told you."

"The Death Eater's attacked the flat and I was injured. Draco was scared they'd kill me. He didn't want that."

"You're tough you could have fought back."

"Didn't you hear the pregnant thing earlier?"

"I was hoping that was just said in the heat of the moment."

Ginny shook her head at him. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a photo and laid it on the table in front of him. She saw his eyes take in the details of the twins. How a small smile came to his face for half a second before he looked back at her.

"Got names?"

"Alysia and Ralph."

"And where are they?"

"In the shop with Fred and George. Fred's going to take them back to his house for the night to meet umm… whatever his wife is called and his children. He thought it might be better if they weren't here for all this."

"For once he thought right."

Ginny laughed lightly looking over to the sofa.

"You think she's going to wake up soon?"

"It's more likely that You-Know-Who will pop in for a cup of tea."

Rolling her eyes she sat back in the chair. Her mind wandered to all the times she'd spent in this house. It seemed like a different lifetime. It was strange how quickly time can pass and what tricks it could play on the mind.

"Where's Harry?"

"Gone to Remus'. He found something that he needs help with."

"Why didn't he come to Hermione?"

"Because it's something from his past. Something that Hermione can't help him with."

"How's he coping with everything?"

"Typical Harry style. Playing the hero because that's what's expected of him. We just want it all to be over with now so he can go back to living a normal life."

"He deserves happiness."

"You know he still loves you right?"

"That's in the past, it can't work."

"Draco's dead."

"So was I."

Ron fell silent as they sat there just looking at one another.