It was Mrs Weasley who found Harry and Ginny the next morning, pausing for a moment to take in how incredibly content her daughter looked lying with Harry, before gently shaking them awake to let them know that breakfast was ready for them.

Harry had felt quite uncomfortable being found on the couch alone with Ginny, and felt compelled to give Mrs Weasley an explanation, "Er, Mrs Weasley, I'm sorry ... we must have fell asleep, the last thing I remember was lying talking, but I'll make sure we get up to our own beds from now on," he muttered feebly, "Not that you have anything to worry about with us being down here of course, we were just sleeping..." He added hastily, now blushing furiously.

Mrs Weasley was watching him with a look of what could almost have been pity on her face, but Harry was extremely relieved to see she was also smiling. "Harry, dear, you have absolutely nothing to worry about," she said softly, "I trust you more than I could ever say, and know that there is no doubt you will look after my little girl."

Harry was relieved beyond words at hearing this, but almost fainted when Ginny burst out, "So, Mum ... You trust Harry enough to let him sleep in my room then?"

Mrs Weasley laughed at this point, "Nice try, Ginerva Weasley," she said, "It probably won't come as much of a shock to you, but I think the person I would have trouble trusting, would be you! I think therefore, that the couch, fully clothed, with a cover will do just fine for you both just now, don't you think?"

"Mum!" Ginny exclaimed, her eyes alight with amusement, "fine ... you win, the couch is good enough for me."

"How does that sound for you, dear?" Mrs Weasley asked Harry, who merely nodded and blushed a bit more in response.

Mrs Weasley then reminded them that they should come through and get breakfast while it was still hot. On her way out of the Living Room though, Harry was sure he seen her throw a wink at Ginny, and was certain that the two of them had just used Harry's awkwardness as a tool to have a bit of fun with. He was still smiling to himself as he finished breakfast, at which point Ron and Hermione entered the Kitchen. The first thing they would have seen as they entered, would have been Harry sitting at the table next to Ginny, with a big stupid grin on his face.

"What're you looking so pleased about?" Ron asked Harry suspiciously, "it's still too bloody early to be looking that happy, so what's happened?"

Harry laughed at his friends typically inept judgement of the situation, "Morning to you too, mate, don't worry, nothing's happened - I've just realised your Mum and Sister have been winding me up for their own amusement."

"I think Harry's just pretty happy that he got to wake up with Ginny this morning," Mrs Weasley teased, still busy at the stove, "I think he's been rather lonely up in that room all by himself."

"WHAT?!" Ron burst out, grasping the kitchen bunker for support, looking like he was literally about to pass out, then he started mumbling a lot of inaduble nonsense, "Harry ... Little Sister ... In Bed ... My House," was about all anyone understood. Hermione stood next to him, looking utterly exasperated, but doing a good job of keeping a straight face while she patted his arm gently.

Harry though, was actually quite alarmed at his best friends reaction, and was about to put him out of his misery, when Ginny beat him to it, "Ron, if you must know, Mum is winding you up. Harry and I slept on the couch last night," she giggled at his expression instantly brightening, "I hardly see how you can complain though, everyone knows Hermione sleeps in your room and everyone is equally aware that you only have one bed, so it's pretty obvious where she sleeps too."

Everyone was in fits of laughter at Ginny's parting blow, but even more hilarious, was Ron's reaction. He went a deeper shade of red than Harry had ever thought possible and shook his head in disbelief, as if he too had only just found out Hermione was sleeping in his bed. It took him a good half an hour to resurface from his shock, much to everyone's amusement, but then He, Harry, Hermione and Ginny had to get down to business. They had a trip to plan.

After much discussion and debating taking place in the Living Room, they all finally seemed to have something they agreed on.

"Alright then, so lets recap it one more time, just so we know it all fits into place," Hermione said, slightly out of breath.

"Right," said Ron, sitting up straighter, "First of all, we're going to get an Owl to Kingsey, from Harry of course, he seems to like you best, mate," he added this almost as an afterthought, for Harry's benefit, "Harry will request an urgent meeting for later today, then we'll head into the Village down the road, telling Mum and everyone else we're just going to get some fresh air and ice creams."

"Then I'll Apparate to the Ministry under my Cloak," Harry continued, "where I'll try to convince Kingsley to set up an international Portkey for us all to get out to Hermione's parents. If there are any problems, I'll just let him know we will be going regardless of whether he authorises the Portkey or not, but we'd much rather be back in time for work on Monday ... I'm sure that will be a bit of an incentive for him to do it. After I've spoke with Kingsley, I'll then Apparate to Diagon Alley, where I'll quickly pick up a supply of emergency galleons, just incase we need it."

"Then," it was Ginny who spoke this time, "Once we're certain that everything is in place, we will break the news to everyone at Dinner tonight, then leave in the Morning. All going well, we will spend the night at Hermione's parents place and be back here by Friday."

'Everyone agreed?' Harry asked. Nods from everyone confirmed they had a plan of action.

"Harry," Hermione said quietly, "Are you certain you don't mind this plan ... It's just, well, it seems you're doing most of the work, while we just wait and eat ice cream until you get back..."

"It's really no problem, Hermione, it's the least I can do after you gave up a year of your life to hunt down Horcruxes with me. Besides, it really is the quickest way to do this, so don't worry about it." He smiled at his friend reassuringly, knowing she would need all the support she could get until she had her parents back to normal.

"Thank you, Harry, and everyone of course, this means so much to me, having you all here for support." Hermione had a grateful hug for Ginny and Harry, and a kiss for Ron, which despite looking uncomfortable at the fact Harry and Ginny were so close to them, he was left looking rather pleased with himself.

"Right then," Ron exclaimed, with a sudden spring in his step, "let's go and find Pig and get this message to Kingsley."

Once Pigwidgeon was on his way, obscenely excited at the prospect of delivering their message, they all went back to theIr rooms to get ready to go. After a quick shower and change of clothes, they all met on the first floor landing before making their way down to the kitchen, where they made their excuses to the rest of the Weasley's and Fluer, then left to walk into the nearby village.

As they arrived on the outskirts of the little village beyond the Burrow, Harry was immediately drawn to a little cafe with an outdoor seating area, that was conveniently deserted at that point. "This is perfect, let's take the furthest seat over there, so we can watch the door and windows." He declared to everyone, before taking Ginny's hand and leading her over to the table. "Ron," he added, after a moments thought, "You're positive Pigwidgeon will find us here, he won't just go back to the Burrow?"

"Nah ... definitely not, mate," Ron said distractedly, as he was currently in the process of eyeing up the homemade cakes on the cafe menu, "Remember he found you on the Hogwarts Express when Sirius first sent him?" Harry did indeed remember this, but didn't dwell on it for too long, as even after all this time, it still pained him to think of how little time he had been granted with his Godfather.

"In that case then," Harry said, snapping out of his thoughts, "I think I'll grab some drinks so we don't look so suspicious sitting here." He was nearly at the entrance to the cafe when Ron called over from the table, "Do me a favour, mate, pick me up one of their home baked cupcakes, they look delicious." Harry suppressed the urge to laugh at his friends ridiculous appetite, controlling himself instead to manage a slight grin when he entered the cafe - determined not to attract attention to them.

After half an hour or so of sitting outside the cafe, just chatting and enjoying each others company, Ron was the first to notice the little dot in the sky moving towards them. "Pig's back!" He exclaimed - standing up and pointing toward the approaching Owl. "Ron, you imbecile, sit down!" Hissed Hermione, staring fervently in the windows of the Muggle cafe, to see if Ron had drawn any unwanted attention, then when she was satisfied he hadn't, she added, "Honestly, I know subtlety isn't your strong point, but please try to remember we're in a completely non-magic community, where a young man waiting for an owl to deliver a letter tends to be quite unheard of!" Ron looked rather taken aback at Hermione's outburst, but must have had the sense not to retort this time, as he just sat quitely and waited for Pigwidgeon to approach.

Once they had detached the response from Pigwidgeon as quickly as possible, they hurriedly sent him on his way back to the Burrow, before his over zealous attitude caught anyone's attention.

Harry unfolded the piece of parchment and read quickly:-

Harry,

I would be delighted to meet, I am in the office until 3pm today, but have to leave for meetings afterwords.

If you are able to make it before then, just stop by my office, my secretary knows you are on your way.

Kingsley

"Brilliant," said Ron, who had been reading over Harry's shoulder, carefully keeping his voice to a whisper now, obviously not particularly keen on being on the receiving end of another of Hermione's scaldings, "You're good to go, mate."

Harry nodded in agreement, then pocketed the parchment. "I shouldn't be gone more than an hour. If I'm any longer than two, then something's wrong. You all have to get back to the Burrow and get help before anyone tries to worry about me. I'm not expecting any trouble, especially as I'll be under the cloak most of the time, but you never know."

With that said, he bent down to kiss Ginny, much to Ron's disgust, then after checking nobody was watching, he threw his invisibility cloak over his shoulders and Apparated to the little red telephone box, that served as the visitors entrance to the Ministry of Magic. He dialled in six..two..four..four..two, then a cool, female voice spoke:-

Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, what is your name and what is the purpose of your visit?

"Harry Potter," he stated, "Here to remain unseen." He smiled at this, thinking it would cause someone, somewhere quite a bit of confusion, then a badge clattered out of the phone itself:-

Harry Potter: In Hiding

Thinking happily to himself that they were way off the mark, he slipped the badge into a pocket under his cloak, then began to descend, until he stepped out the telephone box and into the Atrium itself, which seemed to be caught in a whirlwind of activity. It seemed that someone occupied every inch of the highly polished oak floor and things weren't made any easier as every so often, someone would appear out of one of the many fireplaces that lined the wall, to join the already hectic Atrium. He was going to have to be exceptionally careful not to accidentally bump into anyone on the way to the lifts.

It was every bit as difficult manoeuvring around everyone as he had thought it would be, but somehow he managed to make it all the way over to the lifts undetected. The lift journey itself though, was probably even worse, as he had to keep himself pressed tightly against the wall, just incase someone uncovered him unintentionally. He was extremely relieved when he was the only one left in the lift when he arrived at the first floor, and practically dived out before anyone else had the opportunity to enter.

After many winding corridors, he finally found himself outside the Ministers office. As he pushed the door open, he quickly removed his cloak and stepped into a room that looked very much like a reception. A pretty, brunette witch sat behind the desk at the far end of the room, so Harry assumed this must be Kingsley's secretary - she didn't look much older than Harry, but he didn't recognise her.

"Er, Hi..." He called as he approached the desk, "I think Minister Shacklebolt is expecting me?"

Her eyes widened spectacularly in recognition, which had her blushing, obviously embarrassed at her sudden, involuntary reaction. "Sorry, Mr Potter..." She said breathlessly, "You're right, he's expecting you, just go on through..." She was indicating to the door on her left hand side, which evidently led to Kingsley's main office.

"Thanks very much ... Millie," he confirmed, after locating her name on her desk plate, "Please though, just call me Harry from now on." This earned him a radiant smile, which he returned, before stepping into Kingsley's office.

"Ah, Harry, good to see you!" Kingsley stood from his desk and shook Harry's hand. "I must say, my colleagues upstairs had quite a tough time trying to work out where you'd disappeared to after you announced your arrival at the visitors entrance. Quite the natural in the stealth and concealment department aren't you?" Kingsley was smiling, but he also looked like he was mildly impressed. He then gestured for Harry to take a seat, as he sat back behind his own desk.

"Before you begin, Harry, as I'm sure your reason for asking to meet so quickly is of a - er - sensitive nature, I'm just going to give us some privacy."

Kingsley pointed his wand over Harry's shoulder at the door, "Imperturbatus!"

"Alright then Harry, what can I do for you?"

"I need a favour, Kingsley. When I was tracking down Voldemort's Horcruxes, as you already know, Ron and Hermione came with me. What you probably don't know, is that before we left, Hermione was forced to alter her parents memory, to convince them that they lived in Australia and that they had never had a daughter. She feared for their safety while she was away, so felt she didn't have any other choice."

Kingsley's eyebrows shot up in surprise at this revelation, "Well, you're certainly correct, Harry. I had no idea."

"Well, that's the lengths she was prepared to go to for their safety, but now she needs to correct their memory and explain what's been going on for the last year. As I'm sure you can understand, I want to be there for her when she has to go through this, but of course, getting to Australia and back could take some time if we were left to our own devices..."

"Harry, I understand. I will arrange for a Portkey to be -"

"Actually, Kingsley, I would much rather that we kept this between ourselves. The less people that know what we're doing and where we're going, the better. Would you mind setting up the Portkey personally?"

Kingsley looked momenterally taken aback, but then smiled again, "Again, Harry, you're quite right. Yes, I think that would be a very wise idea indeed. Tell me when you need it for and where you need to go..."

And with that, Harry rattled off the name of the little village Hermione had told him earlier and instructed Kingsley to have the Portkey ready to use at eleven o'clock the following morning.

Kingsley nodded and stood from his desk. He wandered round past Harry, apparently looking for something. Finally returning to his desk with a small, rather ugly vase.

"Forgive me, Harry," he said with a grin, "Whilst I have no issue helping you on this occasion, I had to find something that I wouldn't miss in amongst my possessions here. Luckily this truly hideous gift from the Bulgarian Minister of Magic is something I don't mind giving away."

Then, pointing his wand at the vase, "Portus!" - the little vase emitted a blue light, whilst shuddering violently, before suddenly looking extremely normal again.

"There you are, Harry." Kingsley said, handing Harry the Portkey, "All set for eleven o'clock tomorrow. I don't think I need to remind you, but watch each others backs. It's still a bit mad out there ... you'll see for yourself on Monday!"

"I'm sure I will, I can't wait to get started," grinned Harry, shaking Kingsley's hand and standing up to leave. "I better get going, if I'm not back within the hour, I'm afraid my friends will have a full search party out in force. Thanks again for doing this though, it's very much appreciated."

"Well, it's good to hear you've picked good company, Harry, and it's really no problem ... see you Monday."

As Harry left Kingsley's office, saying goodbye to Millie on the way out, he felt quite pleased with how that had gone. He had expected to have had to convince Kingsley to set up the Portkey, but had only had to ask. He was really glad that his old friend from the Order didn't seem to have changed since being named Minister of Magic. That was a really useful friend to have, he thought happily to himself as he threw on his cloak again in the deserted corridor outside Kingsley's reception area, then made his way up to the visitors departure area, crossing the much less crowded Atrium a lot easier this time.

He arrived in a small side street, just off Diagon Alley, moments after he had Apparated from outside the red telephone box. Quickly checking to see that nobody had heard him, he pulled off his cloak, then made the short journey over to Gringotts, as quickly as his legs would carry him.

As he entered Gringotts, he was pleased to see that there wasn't anyone in sight, bar the Goblins that staffed the bank. Apparently, if Diagon Alley and Gringotts were anything to go by, most people had heeded Kingsley's warning of safety first, and were still unsure about heading out until they had good reason to do so.

"Ah, Mr Potter, how fortunate your arrival is." A Goblin, sat high up on his right hand side, called out when he noticed who had entered. "Please, come here, I have many documents waiting here for you."

Harry, utterly nonplussed, made his way over to the Goblins desk. "Er, what do you mean ... many documents?"

"Well, sir," the Goblin said briskly, "As you are now of age, we have begun the process of transferring over all that you are due to inherit from the Potter and Black families. We also have several assets which were part of the inheritance that need to be signed over to your name. If you could give me ten minutes of your time, we can have everything in order."

Harry was completely dumbfounded. He was trying to process what the Goblin had told him, but was having difficulty getting over the sheer shock of it. This had been the last thing he had expected when he'd arrived to withdraw some emergency funds. "Er, when you say I've inherited both families accounts ... How much exactly -"

"You're account balance, Mr Potter," the Goblin interrupted with a cold smile, "is three hundred and seventy six million galleons, four hundred thousand sickles ... and ninety-three knuts. You also have several properties due to be registered in your name, along with several currently operational businesses."

"Oh ... right," Harry said, still numb with shock, "Well, just tell me where to sign then..."

After signing all the necessary paperwork and getting his new vault key from the Gringotts Goblin, Harry withdrew a couple of hundred galleons to keep him going over the next couple of weeks, then still completely flabbergasted by what had just happened, walked blindly over to the side street he had Apparated in to.

Just as he was about to throw his cloak over his shoulders though, he felt a strange sensation run up his neck that instantly snapped him out of his trancelike state. He felt sure at that very moment he was being watched, and was certain whoever it was, was behind him. He plunged his hand into his robes and withdrew his wand, whilst spinning round to confront whomever it may be. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw a cat disappearing round the corner, obviously startled at his sudden movement, but couldn't get rid of the bad feeling that something wasn't quite right. He shrugged it off, putting it down to the shock he had experienced in Gringotts, then quickly adjusted his cloak, made sure the Portkey was safely in his robes pocket, then Apparated invisibly back to the cafe where Ginny, Ron and Hermione would be waiting for him. He had quite a story to tell them.