Harry

"Ginny…please."

"Piss off Potter."

Ginny's stone cold body could be seen shivering even through her clothes. She was sopping wet and as far as her knees was covered in a thick layer of mud. Her head hung low as if she were ashamed of something. Not even when I ended our relationship did Ginny cry. Out of her entire family, I had always believed that Ginny was the strongest.

On my knees sitting next to her, I daringly looked at her face. Her face had matured and her freckles had faded ever so slightly. All of the color had drained from her face and placed in her hair. Her chocolate eyes were bloodshot and tired from all the sobbing. She placed her face in her hands and curled inwardly.

As much as I knew that Ginny needed help, I knew that I was not the person to give her the help she so desperately needed.

I stood up and walked a few steps, enough to be out of earshot, but close enough to keep an eye on her.

Fumbling within my pocket I found my wand and gripped it tightly.

"Expecto Patronum to Ronald Weasley: Found Ginny. She's with Fred. Back-up appreciated." Soon my stag turned into a ball of light that shot off in the distance. When I looked back toward Ginny she was tracing her hand over Fred's name, almost entranced by it. I walked back slowly toward her.

She stiffened as she heard my footsteps. "Go away," she mumbled.

"Will you at least tell me what you're doing out here in the middle of the night? You know it's not safe out here especially to be alone." I tried to reason with her, but she only snarled back. "You would make this about my safety. That seems to be your excuse for everything these days."

"Gin, you know it's not-"

"Do not call me that." For the first time in over a year Ginny looked up at me. She looked straight into my soul and it was a dark glare. Her eyes were fiercer than I had ever imagined seeing them.

Over the rain I could hear a quiet popping sound. Ginny turned her glance back to the stone, but I turned to see Ron climbing up the hill toward us.

He briskly walked toward me and immediately fell to his knees, clinging to his sister. He straightened her up and looked her in the eyes, "Don't you ever dare scare me like that again. You hear?"

Ginny slowly nodded as Ron took her back in his embrace. Ron looked up at me and gave me a thankful nod. I returned his nod and left the three of them to talk.

Ron

George and I anxiously waited in the shop, waiting for a phone to ring or for anyone to show up. Soon enough a stag Patronus came galloping through the wall. "Found Ginny. She's with Fred. Back-up appreciated." The light quickly went out of the room. I looked at the mess which was George, his hair was going in every direction and he looked as though he has had a major stroke. George buried his head in the counter and started to repeatedly hit his head. "Why didn't we think to check there?"

"Would you like to go or should I go and you call everyone?" I asked, knowing how he would answer.

"You go and I'll stay and call everyone," George let out a heavy sigh, "I can't bear to go there."

I gave an understanding nod and pocketed my wand. "I'll be back." I mumbled and apparated to the graveyard.

I had never liked being in graveyards. It wasn't a fond hobby of mine. As I climbed up the hill I saw two shadows. I assumed the bigger one on the right was Harry and the latter was Ginny. I darted through the rain and mud as fast as I could. When I reached them I could do nothing put fall to my knees to look Ginny squarely in the face to say, "Don't you ever dare scare me like that again. You hear?"

She nodded in agreement and my baby sister fell into my arms, sobbing. I mournfully looked at Harry and gave him a nod of thanks. He turned the nod and walked away to apparate.

"I'm sorry." Ginny mumbled. "I normally come here when I don't know where else to go, but I couldn't pick myself up to leave. I don't want him to be alone."

I tried to wipe away the tears, but then rain fell on her face so it became a battle to keep her face dry. "You know that he is never alone Ginny. He's got Mad Eye, Lupin, Tonks, Harry's parents, and a whole lot of other people to play jokes on. Besides, you don't really think that he would leave you here without playing a few pranks on you from where he is. He's got to be pulling your leg or is planning something really big."

She forced a laugh, but I could tell that she appreciated it none the less.

"I think he's pulling the biggest prank yet on the entire family," Ginny whispered, her head facing down. "Ron, I've got to tell you something, and I don't want you to get mad."

Ginny

"Ron, I've got to tell you something, and I don't want you to get mad." His hair was now as damp as mine and his knees were covered in mud.

"Ginny, whatever you have to say, you can tell me. I'm your big brother and that means that you can tell me absolutely anything."

I didn't know any other way to tell him, so I said, "I won't be able to play Quidditch next season."

He was taken aback by what I had to say. He obviously wasn't expecting it. "Are they kicking you off the team? Did you break your wrist? Are they making you the head coach? Are you-" Ron's face went pale and he looked at me imploringly. "Ginny… you aren't…"

"I'm sorry Ron. I'm so sorry." I tried to cover my face, but he took my hands.

"I'm not."

"What?"

"I'm not sorry that you're…" as much as he could accept it, he still couldn't manage to make out the words, "having a baby."

"You're not?" I asked, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"No, I'm not. Sure, I would have rather you waited until you were married in your late thirties, but I guess now could work too." He gave an encouraging smile, "As long as this guy loves you and you love him. I don't have a problem."

I gave Ron the hardest hug and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Don't think that because I'm not asking that I'm not interested to see who this bloke is." Ron gave a shifty, but stern smile. "Who is he?"

"Well… you know him."

"Oh for the love of Merlin please tell me it's not-"

"Not Harry."

"Dean?"

"No."

Ron took about twenty more guesses until he came to the right assumption.

"Neville?" Ron had thrown the name out there, but by the reaction on his face he surely did not expect to be right.

"Neville Longbottom?" I nodded my head and the look on Ron's face was priceless. "Who knew that Longbottom had fast swimmers?"

"Ron!" I exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder.

"Ow! I'm sorry, but I'm honestly surprised at Neville's ability to reproduce!" Ron rubbed his shoulder to ease the pain. "Have you told him yet?"

I nodded plainly, and added, "We talked yesterday and today. It's kind of the reason why I wanted to talk to Fred."

Ron rustled his hand through his hair and gave me a brotherly look, "I'm freezing my bullocks out here; can we go somewhere warm?" I gave a laugh and agreed to go someplace warm.

We said our goodbyes to Fred and told him that we would visit again soon, and if we didn't that he would have authority to play pranks on us. As we left, I felt a little pang in my heart, but this time I knew it was Fred, letting me know that he was always with me.

(A/N: 7/30/13- Happy Birthday to Neville Longbottom :)! Horray! Thanks for reading and review if you'd like!)