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A/N: Here's another chapter. Thanks to click here, who was my first reviewer. I hope you like this one…it's looong too. Thanks all for reading. Enjoy…

Chapter 3: A Gift of Another Sort

The next morning Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way downstairs. His family said nothing as they entered the kitchen. They had said nothing in the three days they were there. Ron looked at Dudley, who squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, as they sat down at the table. Ron didn't take his eyes off Dudley. "Can I have the jam?" Dudley's face went white but he passed the jam to Ron. "Thanks."

Dudley watched Ron, his beady eyes full of fear. "I'm…leaving." He jumped from the chair and ran out of the room. Ron smirked and they all held back their laughter. Aunt Petunia looked scared to say anything; Uncle Vernon tried to contain his anger.

"When are you lot leaving?" he fumed.

"Today." Harry didn't look up to his uncle's face.

"Well, good. Be on with it then," Uncle Vernon said hastily. He got up from the table and left the kitchen. Aunt Petunia followed suit. Once they were alone, the three laughed aloud. Their hysterically laughter at his family was stifled when Petunia came back into the room.

"I know you think that we care nothing about you, Harry. But that's not all true from my end." She sat down beside him at the table. "I found this while you were in school. I think you might want to have the things inside." She handed Harry a blue box with a lid that had his name decorated on the top. "You can't open it. I've tried. But maybe you will figure out a way…anyway, I know what you are doing. I don't understand any of it but I know about it. I don't really know how I know but—er…you three be careful." She stood up and walked toward the doorway.

"Thank you, Aunt Petunia," Harry said with a half-smile. She shook her head at him. "Maybe someday, you will visit again. But we will see. Goodbye, Harry." She walked out of the room.

"Wow. Has she ever acted like that, mate?"

"No. Never."

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Ginny managed to get away, unnoticed. She couldn't believe that everyone let her go to the shop with Fred and George. But then again, Fleur's family was 'jeest az annoyzing az she waz' and the Weasleys spent much of their time nodding in agreement.

At the joke shop, Fred and George were busy with the customers and training their new employees. Ginny laughed to herself as she watched them from the back room. This was almost too easy but it was what she needed. They wouldn't notice that she was gone until it was too late. They would definitely be worried, thinking something happened to her and it could ruin Bill's wedding and Harry…if she wasn't back in time—but she couldn't think of that. She had come this far already and she had to go on. But maybe she could leave a note…yeah; a note would do the trick.

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"Congratulations! You guys did it!" Hermione cheered as Harry and Ron joined her. The Apparation test was complete and now, there would be two more registered Apparitioners. "I'm so glad you guys can Apparate now. It's really a great way to save time. Are we going to the Burrow now?"

"Do you think we could get a butterbeer before we go? I have a feeling the Decalours are exactly like Fleur," Ron insisted. The three agreed and went into Three Broomsticks. They didn't say much at first. Hermione had found a "Daily Prophet" and skimmed it, but found nothing worth talking about. "Hey, did you guys not love the way your prat of a cousin looked at me? He was scared to death!" Ron laughed to himself and did an imitation of Dudley, which had them all laughing. "Can't wait to tell that that to the family," he howled.

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Ginny came up to it. There was no one around. This has to be it. It has to. Ginny examined the object. It was the one she needed, she was sure of it. "Accio cup!" Ginny yelled. Nothing happened. It hadn't moved. This had to be the one. It had to be. Maybe it was being protected. She tried again and again but nothing.

"Apparecium!" she yelled. Suddenly, there was a small shake. A now visible green barrier was surrounding the cup on the stone. "Evanesco!" She pointed her wand at the barrier. It just jumped. She did again and the barrier was thinner. She repeated the spell until the barrier was completely gone. "Accio cup!" The cup leapt into her hands.

That was too easy, she thought but turned to walk out of the old building. Out of nowhere a spell hit her from behind. She turned to see a Death Eater chasing after her. "Cru—" The Death Eater was unable to finish; Ginny had done a non-verbal Langlock on him. "Incarcreous!" she yelled again, still holding the cup.

The Death Eater fell from his mid air broom to the hard ground. "Mobilicorpus!" The Death Eater's tied body was moved into the old building. "Incedio!" A small fire had started on the piece of branch beside her. She threw the burning branch into the old house. It caught on fire almost immediately.

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"Ginny! Ginny!" George yelled frantically. "Fred, where did she go?"

"I haven't got a ruddy clue! She was back here last time I saw her."

"Why would she just leave? What if something's happened to her?" George panicked. "Mum and Dad will never forgive us if we don't find her. She could be anywhere and—"

"Wait a second, George. Here." Fred handed George a note. Fred and George, I had somewhere I had to go. Don't worry about me. I'll meet you at the Burrow. Sorry if I gave to you a fright. I'm fine. Ginny. Oh yeah, can you not mention this to mum or dad? They'll have a fit.

"They're not the ones she should worry about. When I get my hands on her…"George fumed as they Apparated to the Burrow.

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Ginny had moved away from the building and set the cup on the ground. "Bombarda," she whispered, wand pointing at the cup. Instantly the cup blew apart into tiny pieces. Ginny gathered all the pieces into a pile and caught them on fire. "There, that's done," she sighed. She looked back at the burning building. "One down; mo—go! Oh no. I'll be late!" Ginny looked at her watch and ran into the black part of the woods.

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"Fred. George. How was work today? Where—where's Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Mr. Weasley, Bill, Lupin and Tonks looked up from the table. "Well?"

"Ginny? She wants to know where Ginny is George," Fred laughed nervously.

"Right. Ginny."

"Yes. Ginny, your sister," Mrs. Weasley shook. "Now that we have established that, where is she?" All eyes were still on Fred and George, who looked from one to the other. Bill knew where she was. His eyes told them that as they looked at him.

"Boys! Tell me where Ginny is!" Mrs. Weasley insisted, tears starting to form in her eyes.

"Mum, Ginny is—"

"Right there." Bill interrupted. Ginny's red head popped into the door.

"Oh thank goodness!" Mrs. Weasley cried, throwing her arms around her daughter. Ginny looked around the room. She saw a look of relief and anger on the twins' faces, fear on her father's, confusion on Tonks and Lupin's, and worry in Bill's, who she glanced at for merely a half-second. As her mother released her embrace, she looked at the twins again, who were on the verge of an overflow of anger. She walked past them into the living room, knowing what she had coming to her.

A/N: Now that you read this chapter I have no remorse in saying that I was going to stop the chapter at the part where Fred and George get the letter and read it, but I figured I save the really bad cliffies for the next two chapters…lol. More soon.