"Ginny you need to wake up." Ginny jerked upwards and gasped. Reaching out she struggled to find something solid. Her heart pounded in her chest as sweat dripped down her back. Her Mum stood over her in the darkened room as an owl hooted in the distance. Ginny grabbed her Mum's arm and pulled her onto her bed next to her. Her body shook as she tried to steady herself with her Mum's solid presence.

"I need a minute." Ginny looked up into her Mum's worried face. She stroked Ginny's back making the same soothing sounds she would for a small baby.

"Is it like this every time?"

"Every time I take the potion." Ginny struggled to continue. She looked down at her hands folded in her lap. "The void. It reminds me of...it reminds me..."

"Oh Ginny," her Mum sighed while she continued rubbing her back. The two of them sat huddled in the night as the rest of the house woke around them.

"I think I am ready."

"Ok dear, I have light toast and juice on the table. We don't want to eat a great deal before the port key."

Her Mum stood first and reached back grabbing Ginny's hand helping her out of bed. Since Ginny fell off the roof, she voluntarily stayed closer to her Mum welcoming her presence. They walked downstairs to find her Dad cheerily sipping tea at the table. The twins sleepily buttered their toast and poured pumpkin juice across from Ron sitting alert and stuffing his face with as much toast as his cheeks could hold.

"Mum, I am hungry can you make eggs?" asked Ron between bites of his fourth slice of toast.

"Ronald, we are about to take multiple port keys in one day you need to eat light."

"But Mum I am really hungry." Ron persisted. Percy rolled his eyes and continued polishing his Head Boy badge.

"No, you will get sick," Molly said. She looked at Ron's pouting face."Fine, I will make you a small meal of eggs and sausage. But do try not guzzling the juice. Don't underestimate our journey."

"I need you all to take our coordinates in case we separate in the port key." Her Dad passed out slips of paper with 24°28′N 32°57′E written in small lettering. "We are going to the city of Kom Ombo. If anyone separates from the group, there will be port key officials along the way. We are taking six separate port keys. The first is a beach in Normandy, then Lyon, then Rome, then Tunis, then Athens. Finally, we will land in Bill's apartment in Kom Ombo Egypt. If you do get separated give them the paper. They will apparate with you to the Ministry building in the heart of the city you where land. Wait patiently, do not wander off, and your Mum or I will come to get you. You are not to go off with anyone else is that understood?"

"Yes Dad." the siblings replied in unison.

"Excellent. We will arrive shortly before evening supper. It will be very hot and you will feel disoriented after the travel. Bill is waiting for us and we will be able to rest up in his flat once we arrive." Her Dad went back to sipping his tea. Her Mum bustled around the kitchen stacking dishes in the sink and setting automatic cleaning charms. The house hummed with excitement at the upcoming travel as everyone clattered off in separate directions to get ready for the day.

Ginny came back downstairs after dressing to her Dad sitting at the table with his second cup of tea. Arthur finally rose from the table and shrunk their luggage placing it all in their Mum's handbag. He locked the floo and set unbreakable charms on the windows.

"Do you have someone coming to feed the chickens?"

"Yes, the Diggorys. They are back in town tomorrow. Amos said he will keep an eye on the place until we return."

"Excellent, are all the cleaning charms set?" He looked down at his watch registering the time. "We need to head out."

"Children," Molly commanded. "We need to leave. Line up, Percy you stay close to the twins, Ron you stay with your father, Ginny you stay with me."

They bustled out of the Burrow walking towards an open field. "We have about a kilometers walk. If any of you purposefully pop out of the port key I will personally take you home and wait with you the entire vacation. And you will be responsible for every chore in the house without the aid of my magic. I am getting a vacation this week one way or another."

"Yes, Mum." Fred and George looked at one another and spoke in their nonverbal language. Obviously disbanding one plan or another.

They walked through the gate at the edge of their property to an old dusty dirt road. Dew covered daisies lined the fence posts as honeysuckle climbed the gate. The fragrance of a summer morning; cut grass, fresh flowers, and dirt, swirled around them. The air had a crisp early morning chill causing Ginny to pull her jumper tighter over her loose fitting secondhand cotton dress.

"Weasleys, we are looking for an old brown shoe. It should be somewhere in this field. Spread out, we have five minutes to find it and all grab on." Arthur commanded as the family spread out combing the field looking for the shoe.

"Pst Ginny." Fred walked beside her and conspiratorially whispered out of earshot of their parents. "We need your help."

"My help?"

"Yes, we want to bring back a mini mummy but we need our Mummy distracted. Think you are up for the challenge?"

"Depends, what are you going to do with the mummy?"

"We want to put it on one of the knights outside Dumbledore's office. We will engorge and reanimate it so when Filch chases it down and opens the mask he gets the surprise of his life."

Ginny grinned. She wasn't often included in helping plan the pranks with her brothers'. Only if they needed someone small to fit into one cramped space or another.

"Only on one condition," Ginny said before agreeing. "You have to let me help you put the mummy in the knight and teach me the spell to re-animate it."

Fred looked at her with a broad smile. He nodded in agreement with a proud glimmer in his eye. George walked over and put his arms around Ginny's shoulder.

"What did our fine sister say?"

"We have our Mummy mummy distraction all set." Ginny's heart swelled. She tried to pull herself out of George's brotherly embrace but he jostled her shoulder tighter. Smirking over at Fred, Ginny caught him winking in approval.

"Excellent, Ginny, welcome to the mischief team," George said.

"Ginny!" Her Mum called sharply noticing that the twins and Ginny wandered too far to the edge of the meadow. "Boys, look for the shoe we have less than two minutes to go."

"It's over here!" Percy called out from the other side of the field.

"Quick, everyone takes hold, we have less than a minute before it activates. We can't miss the takeoff." Her Dad called everyone over as they congregated around the boot. Ginny put her hand on the heel of the boot as her Mum stood beaming next to her. She kissed the top of her head as her Dad counted down.

"10..9..8..7..6..5..Fred hold that shoelace tighter..2.1"

A sucking sensation pulled at her navel as the world swirled around her pulling her into the void. Her airways constricted as her body slid through a small tube. It was as if a boa constrictor swallowed her and the stomach muscles pushed her deeper into its bowels. Her Mum's body banged into her own. She held tighter to the heel of the shoe. Her breath compressed out of her lungs. It was hard to take a breath in. The suffocating feeling overwhelmed her as panic rose from her stomach. Moments later the feeling stopped as she gasped a large breath to fill her lungs.

The family stood on a cold morning beach. A teenage official sat under a beach umbrella with a French flag pinned on his camouflage sleeve. He looked up bored from his magazine at the panting family on his beach annoyed at their presence. He pointed to a tin can lying next to his feet before returning to his magazine and cigarettes. The family walked over and picked up the can. Ginny tried to breathe the salted air as deeply as she could before the pull grabbed her by the navel. Soon the suctioned returned pulling her into the tube. It wasn't as overwhelming the second time and she was able to breathe a little easier. A few moments later they were standing in a vast green field like the one outside the burrow. There was no obvious attendant waiting for them.

"Is everyone okay? Does anyone feel sick? I have ginger candies," said Mum. Ron looked particularly green. The twins were so disoriented they didn't notice to make fun of him. A short stout woman with a ruddy face came running, waving dramatically, trying to get them to follow.

"S'il vous plaît me suivre!" They rushed to follow her across the meadow, unsure of what she said but hearing the urgency in her voice. A paper bag sitting on the ground spun on a lopsided axis gaining momentum. "Dépêchez-vous!"

They fell over themselves grabbing at the bag. The sucking sensation caught Ginny by surprise. Unprepared, it was harder to breathe. Her Mum's handbag hit her in the back knocking her remaining breath away. She could see Ron struggling to hold Scabbers. His high-pitched whine and squeals spun around her head as they made their way through the tunnel.

They landed on cobblestones in a back alleyway in another foreign city. They all gasped as church bells boomed. Pilgrims funneled their way through the main street towards the bells. A tall broad man with a thin mustache greeted them in heavily accented English.

"Welcome Weasleys, you make a good time." He held out a plastic bag. The family took a moment to look one another before grabbing the bag. Ginny took a handle of the bag and wrapped the cool plastic around her fist. The air in the city hung thick with humidity and sat heavy on her chest. The juxtaposition of the quietness in France to the noisy bustling city was as disorienting as the port key. The hot sun beat into the alleyway as a crying child walking past them. Her Mum balanced her bag in the crook of her elbow as she wiped her sweaty brow. Ron, ashen-faced, looked as if he was deciding between vomiting or fainting. Her Dad rubbed his back and offered to take Scabbers the rest of the journey. The twins and Percy were too tired to mock or lecture and stood quietly on the other end of the bag.

The sucking sensation returned. Pulled from her navel they were off again. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut trying to stop the popping sensation flooding her ears. It was hard to hear as pressure constricted around her head. What felt like hours passed and they were standing in another bustling city.

It was late here, probably mid-afternoon. The heat was dryer than the previous city. Old buildings with giant archways surrounded them. They were in some type of courtyard but there were no flowers or plants. The archways had rhythmic linear patterns of scrolling designs. The white walls had brilliant blue and red interlocking painted lines. The painted lines wove together like an exotic rug. Instead of church bells ringing, a man's voice chanted. Drawn out words sounding like "Ahhh" called hypnotically from a large tower. Ginny looked around trying to find the voice.

"It's the call to prayer." An age-worn woman with leathery skin said in a soft voice. Her face hid beneath a vibrant red silk headscarf. Golden flowers embroidered around the border shimmered in the sun. "Come. Your key leaves shortly."

"Can't we have a quick stop?" Ron looked completely knackered. His face was olive green and he swayed on his feet.

"Not yet Ron," Arthur stood behind him letting him lean his worn body into his. "We are almost there, two more to go."

No one responded. The woman looked sympathetically at the children and handed Ron a cup of water.

"Here, grab this pitcher."

"Thank y-" The port key cut off her Dad's words. Pulled once again they flew into the tube. Fatigue threatened to overtake Ginny. The constant sucking and pressure wore on her. She tried to open her eyes but the effort was too great. They landed hard in the next location. It appeared like the port key transported them to an ancient time. Gigantic flared columns with vertical fluting towered above their heads. The distinctive stonework at the capital swirled like scrolls of rolled up parchment. Elaborate scenes of people dancing lined the deep blue sky in the intricately carved stonework lining into the rooftops. The white stone architecture was older than anything Ginny had seen before but she reached a point of being too tired to care. She buried her head deep into the crook of her Mum's arm and tried to hide into her chest. An old man with a gummy toothless smile sat waiting for them holding a long pipe filled with sweet smelling tobacco.

"We are almost there children. Fred and George, you take that end. Percy, make sure you are holding tight. Ron, stay close to your father." Mrs. Weasley's voice sounded as weary as the rest of them felt. Ginny reached out grabbing the snuff of the pipe and fell against her Mum's side.

"One more Ginny. Come on, you can do this." her Mum's voice spoke softly in her ears. Bolstered by the words she knew she could do this. Standing taller the familiar pull of the port key stretched her through one last time. The suction was the shortest of all the trips. Before she knew it she was breathing again. They stood in a small air conditioned flat with a fan circulating slowly on the ceiling. A tall freckled man with long red ponytailed hair and a dragon fang earring stood in front of the family. Ginny launched her body into his as he caught her laughing. All previous fatigue and weariness gone, she hugged her biggest brother with every ounce of her body. Burying her face into his soft leather clad shoulder pads she didn't care that he stunk of warm worn leather, dust, and sweat.

"Ginny! Make room," Her Mum scolded.

"It's alright Mum," said Bill hugging her back tighter. His muscular arms threatened to crush she small frame. He swung her around as she landed gracefully on his back and hung from his neck like a small spider monkey. "I have plenty of room for you all."

Ron took a few weary steps towards Bill before he hunched over, clutched his stomach, and vomited on Bill's shoes. Their Mum rushed over and started rubbing his heaving back while fumbling for her wand to clean the mess. Bill looked down at his dragon hide boots and back up to their Mum. He grabbed his wand from his leather holster and vanished the mess from his feet.

"I take that back, I have enough room for almost all of you."