Okay, so it's taken foreeeeeeeeever to get to this point, and I sincerely apologize. I'm working as fast as college will allow! Currently, I'm working on chapter 7, so ideas are definitely welcome as there is pleeeenty of room to fit them in. Thanks again for sticking with me for this long, especially since this story is taking a ridiculous amount of time to get written.

And for the record, the last chapter was not a stab against abortion clinics...I actually don't see the point in blowing up people as a way to preserve life...and I'm from Texas, I'm supposed to be super conservative. But we all know you don't always get what you expect.

Sleep sleep sleep sleep. Ginny's mind recited as she finally climbed into bed. It hadn't been easy to get Teddy after he had passed out after his candy binge. And then once he was awake, he had been laughing too hard to wake up and let her in. He thought it was hilarious that she had locked herself out so easily.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, Ginny passed out herself, not from sugar but from pure exhaustion. Dealing with a kid and being pregnant? Sucked.

"Oh, Gin, what a mess you've got yourself into." a familiar voice chuckled. Ginny opened her eyes, but didn't know if she should move or not. Generally, dead people in your bedroom is a reason for alarm.

"Um, what?" she finally got out, still not moving.

"Relax, I'm not a ghost," the voice assured. "I'm a memory."

"Um, what?"

The voice chuckled again, obviously enjoying himself. "Oh, come on, don't be a killjoy. Give us a hug, or at least a look."

Knowing she would regret this, Ginny sat up in her bed, and looked across her room to find someone who looked very solid sitting on her dresser.

"Did you not die? You've got to tell me if you're alive, that's pretty much a rule." Ginny insisted, now a bit angry.

"I told you, I'm a memory. You're dreaming."

"This doesn't feel like a dream."

"It wasn't a dream when I came to you earlier."

"I knew that was you!"

"You did not."

"I did!"

Ginny grinned at the blonde man sitting on her dresser, this wasn't exactly what she was expecting. She figured losing her mind would have more of a chaotic feeling, but having a dead boyfriend sitting on her dresser? Rather subtle.

"Oh, Sonny," she sighed, "what're you doing here?"

"I'm your memory, you've got me hanging around in your head for a reason. Could be over the clinic you nearly headed over to today, could be this whole situation."

Ginny immediately slapped her hands over her face, she had been avoiding thinking about that, "I blew it up, didn't I? I blew up that pregnancy center…"

"Did you feel yourself lose any control?"

"No, not really."

"Were your emotions giving you any trouble?"

"No, I was rather calm."

"Then why blame yourself? You didn't do it." Sonny grinned at her, his tattoos still as bright as ever, and his smile forever dazzling.

"I don't understand," Ginny sighed. "Are you here to haunt me? Are you mad? Is it cause I'm pregnant? I really didn't mean to do that."

"Honestly, I'm not a ghost! Don't really know what I am, so I decided on memory. I hear memories are attracted to you." he said that last part solemnly, and Ginny shuddered.

"Guess you've heard a few things."

"You could have told me you're a witch, Gin."

"You never suspected?"

"You? No, although I've always had my doubts about Nikki. No one can bake that well without the help of some kind of magic." Ginny smiled as Sonny brought the subject onto something more light hearted than her past haunting. And thinking about her friend from Phoenix was a welcome change from thinking about Dark Lords.

"But honestly, Gin," Sonny started, "I'm not quite sure why you've pulled me into your new world, but I guess I'll just be hanging around, don't really have any control over it. Though it was nice getting some coffee this afternoon."

"Glad my crisis was so handy." Ginny cut in, getting another laugh from Sonny.

"Now, Gin-Gin, you need to wake up." Sonny instructed.

"What? Why? I want to talk to you! I want to know what you know, I want to apologize for everything! I should have told you about being a witch, about my real childhood."

"Don't worry about, right now, the main thing is that you wake up."

"But why?"

"Because you're pregnant and about to throw up."

With a start Ginny shot up and realized that this was indeed the case. After an hour of reacquainting herself with the porcelain throne, Ginny scraped herself off the floor, and crawled back into bed. It felt like just a few minutes before Teddy's small hands were shaking Ginny awake again.

"Get up!" he was insisting.

"Why?" Ginny groaned, trying to stuff her face under a pillow.

"I'm hungry!"

"So?"

"You have to feed me!"

"Why?"

"Because otherwise I'll die!"

"From one skipped breakfast? Don't be dumb."

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"Fine!"

Inside her kitchen, and grumbling to herself, Ginny dropped a bowl, spoon, and box of cereal onto the table before retreating to the shower, ignoring Teddy's demands for milk. Thirty minutes later, cleaner, in a slightly better mood, Ginny emerged, ready for the next battle.

"Ginny, your friend makes amazing muffins!" Teddy's muffled, food filled mouth announced.

"I don't have friends who cook…" Ginny thought out loud. "Teddy, did you let someone into my flat and then eat some food from them?!"

Ginny burst into her kitchen to find yet another familiar shape working away in the oven.

"Holy fried Merlin!" Ginny proclaimed, "what the bloody hell are you doing here?!" Thrilled, Ginny threw her arms around her best friend from America, the constant baker, Nikki.

"I tracked you down! Found you on my own! I'm a gen-I-us!" Nikki chirped.

"But how?"

"Quibbler!" Nikki pulled the magazine out from under the second muffing Teddy was working on. "We just started getting it back in Phoenix, and then, I saw the articles from a certain red-haired globe trotter, contacted the editor, and found you!"

"But--but I left you," Ginny pointed out, her voice much smaller now.

"Ginny, you leave everybody. The point of having people is they follow you. And I am your people."

"And me!" Teddy tacked on.

"Nikki, you're not a witch." Ginny pointed out, sitting at her table next to Teddy.

The fact that Teddy was seeing, and eating the food, of this person from her past, and she knew she wasn't dead, made things a bit easier on Ginny, but still things couldn't quite bet that simple.

"Ginny, Americans don't talk about being magical. Being a witch or a wizard in the states is a bit like having six toes on one foot, you don't really tell people about it, but once someone finds out they're either freaked out, they don't care, but usually, they really want to see it." Nikki explained, and Teddy nodded knowingly, as if he had any clue as to what Nikki was actually talking about.

"So you didn't go to a magic school?" Ginny questioned, now going after a muffin of her own, completely enraptured by her friend.

"Sort of, I went to a very private school every summer. We called it MeeMaw's School of Magic and Junk." Nikki grinned, her face lighting up, letting the glow add on to brightness that already surrounded her.

Her dark hair was still streaked with pink, now mainly at the tips, and a brightly colored bird was the main tattoo showing on her neck at the moment. Nikki came from a more conservative family, none of whom were thrilled with the career choice of being a tattoo artist that she had made. So getting up moving to another country didn't have too many loose ends.

"Nik, these muffins are really good, but I gotta puke." Ginny spat out before running back to the bathroom to yet again worship at the throne made of porcelain.

"What's she doing?" Ginny could hear Nikki ask Teddy.

"She's calling to Earl, you know, puking. Tossing her cookies." Teddy explained, thinking nothing of this behaviors. "She does that sometimes."

"Really? Why?" Nikki asked, curious but unconcerned.

"I dunno, maybe her stomach is mad at her. My gran sometimes says her eyes hate her when she puts on glasses."

Ginny continued to forcibly remove the contents of her stomach and listened as the clack of shoes that were way too tall to be worn casually, yet constantly were, headed to her, and then settled next to her on the bathroom floor.

"Well, let's just see what's going on in the world, shall we?" Nikki said conversationally, as she opened up the paper, crossing her ankles on the floor in front of her as she sat. "Ah! Here we go, a big country is mad at a little country, and the little country is mad right back. Well, that's not very nice. Ooh! Local news! Says here that a clinic blew up from a gas leak not far from here just yesterday."

At this news Ginny's head shot up from inside the bowl and she looked a at her friend quite bright eyed.

"A gas leak?!" she repeated, not believing this.

"Yep, or is it propane to you? It's gas, here, right?" Nikki responded, only slightly confused at this reaction.

"So there's a chance that I just sniffed a ton of gas and am hallucinating then and last night?!" Ginny asked, her voice excited.

"Uh, sure?"

"Then I might not be crazy!"

"I wouldn't go that far…"

"Oh, this is great! I might not be crazy! Just hallucinating! I'm having a totally different kind of episode!"