Harry and Ginny were once again floating in the space with the gold light again. The music still played but with a subtle difference that the two children in their distracted state did not notice. In the sky there was a symbol; two glowing spheres of gold with a green and brown band enveloping them and twisting like the mathematical symbol for infinity. There was discord however; the curve of the infinity was not yet complete and the sparks of the bands hovered without purpose above the centre of the band, in between the two spheres.

I'm like that the bond doesn't jump around in here, Ginny thought. it's nice to have you here.

I like it too, Harry replied as he sat down on the air. This place is strange though. What am I sitting on?

Thin air, don't fall.

Ha ha.

There were a few moments of just background thoughts as they sat not talking. To say sitting in silence would not be accurate as there would not be sound when they talked even if they bothered to use their mouths. Not that they used them in here. After those few moments Ginny 'spoke' up.

You said that you would show me what this feels like to you. Show me why you like how I think.

Harry searched his brain for that feeling and found it easily, letting it flow through to her. The feeling of security, that with her he was safe and could let her into places taht he never knew he had, places that he didn't want to have and places he would never show anyone. He knew that she would always be there, the one thing in the world that would always be there and wouldn't hurt him.

I like the way that you always look to what other people might want, he thought. you see other people and understand what they need to get, then try to get it to them. You don't judge and punish people, but you joke and play jokes on people to have fun.

Ginny was left stunned by what he said and the feelings that she'd received from him. He showed her that she was the only person that he could truly trust and he would trust those she trusted because she trusted them.

I don't know what to say, she thought.

I can feel it though Harry replied. It's nice.

So is what you're thinking.

They spent the rest of the time they were asleep reviewing the memories of their child hoods and showing each other whatever they asked to see. When Ginny asked about the schooling that Harry received the feeling of great sadness and sobs echoed in the spaces of their minds though neither had tears on their faces. Eventually they felt their world fade and feeling return as they woke.

Molly opened her eyes to face a new day. The summer holidays had begun and so all her darling children were back under her watchful eyes so she could protect and guide them. She always missed her three eldest boys when they went off to Hogwarts even though they wrote regularly. It took several seconds before she remembered the events of the previous day and the memories made her head spin. Could her baby girl have detected Harry Potter and brought her to him just in time to save him from death at the hands of his relatives? Could she have watched as Ginny and Harry formed a powerful bond that had never been seen on this level since Merlin? Could she have agreed to bind her daughter and bond mate with magic suppression bands that were used on the worst criminals?

Everything seemed so surreal and in the world of magic that was saying something. She got out of bed, being careful not to wake her husband and set off up the stairs, passed Bill and Charlies rooms, passed Percy's room until finally she reached Ginny's. Opening the door halfway she peered in to find her daughter in the arms of Harry Potter, their small bodies intertwining and their forheads pressed together like they could force their thoughts into each other's minds if they pressed hard enough. Well they don't need that, she thought wryly. The bond had allowed them to do that without the need for physical contact, though their postures certainly gave credibility to her memories of the rest of the information Dumbledore had provided.

Seeing her only daughter sleeping, intertwined with a strange boy in her room would have had Molly in a fury but somehow the sight didn't affect her as she expected. It was something about the peaceful smiles on the faces of the two children; the way that they seemed totally content to simply lie there forever. That they, in spite of the position that they were in, were still totally innocent in the ways that would usually set her off, even though they would be hardly considered innocent in other regards. Ginny in particular, while being a master of the 'wide eyed innocent look', was never the less as good a prankster as the twins; in regards to being caught she was better. While Molly might suspect her daughter there was never any basis and Molly was always left with a hunch.

Shaking herself from her thoughts before she could contemplate Harry's past and go in to a rage at what the child had been through she quietly closed the door and started back down stairs. She glanced habitually towards the clock and noted with relief and satisfaction that all nine hands on the clock pointed to 'home'. She knew that the twins would on occasion sneek out of the house and go flying or get up to some sort of mischief and was pleased that they were still in their beds. She entered the kitchen and after consulting the watch on her wrist she decided to make herself a coffee before she got down to making breakfast for her brood.

Molly had always been an advocate for children being fed three well cooked meals a day and with good reason; she had once worked on becoming a healer before she decided to marry Arthur and settle down to have her seven children. It was fairly well known amoung the healing profession that magical children needed much more than a muggle of the same age, particularly after they turned eleven when their magic really started to bloom. In her eyes depriving a child of food was like trying to strip them of their magic; the greatest and most wonderful gift taht any child could be born with apart from a loving family.

Molly had always loved the peace that existed in the Burrow in the mornings. There was a certain tang in the air, the faint feel of the magic that pervaded the old home of the Weasleys. She remembered hearing that there used to be a manor house in the country, but that was razed completely over a century ago. The Weasleys had spent the majority of their savings after that building a new home in Ottery St Catchpole where it was named The Burrow by Arthur's father during the war against Grindlewald. The magic that had seeped into the walls from the bouts of accidental and controlled magic that had been let loose within the house over the century since it was built and the magic that had built it had given the house a strange and potent feel when there was no bustle of family to distract one from the resonance that thrummed throught the house and touched her magic. The magic of family and love. That was what pulsed through the house, built by several generations of large Weasley families and many friends who had entered to the warm atmosphere of love that had existed in the house.

Shaking herself once again, she glanced at her watch, one of her parent's last gifts to her before they died in a catastrophic cauldron explosion while working at the ministry. When she got up she realised there were two pairs of eyes watching her from the shadows in the hall, one pair chocolate brown and the other emerald green. Ginny and Harry.

"Morining Gin-Gin, Harry," she said smiling at the two. "Did you sleep well? How are you this morning?"

"We're fine mummy," Ginny spoke, her eyes while still tired held a large array of emotions; happy, annoyed, eager and loving, to name but a few. There were even some emotions that Molly had never seen on her daughters face and some she couldn't even name. This bond had definitely changed her.

"would you like some breakfast? I can quickly knock something up."

Harry hesitated and looked at Ginny, their expressions clearly showing that they were speaking with their minds.

"You're not back there Harry," Ginny said suddenly. "You never will be."

"I know," Harry said in a small voice.

"What's going on?" Molly asked confused.

"Harry always made breakfast with his relatives," she explained. "he always had to wake up early to get it ready for them and I told him you did it."

"I could do it if you want," Harry offered shyly.

"No thanks Harry, you don't have to do anything like that," Molly said silently cursing his aunt and uncle. "Now what would you like?"

"Bacon and eggs!" Ginny squealed. "Mummy makes the best bacon and eggs."

"Ok."

The rest of breakfast passed without much talk with the rest of the Weasley brothers coming down to join them at the table. The only interesting points for Harry and Ginny was the taste at the times when their bond changed while eating different things; the result being that bacon and pumpkin juice does not taste nice. What talk there was, all centered around Quiddich. Harry was confused at first though he quickly looked at Ginny's memories when the bond changed back to see about the rules and different points. He also came upon the plan she had been developing to learn to fly as her brothers refused to show her.

We could both try to learn to fly once this bond stops us having to hold hands, Harry suggested.

That's brilliant, no one will know and we can really show my brothers; Bill and Charlie are both on the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts, Ginny thought back. Harry had to take another peak to see what Gryffindor was.

Yeah this should be fun, but will your mum and dad be angry? He asked with a hint of anxiety.

They wouldn't be too angry as long as we don't get hurt, we just need to make sure that my brothers don't see.

With their plan ready they simply ate in silence, only Bill noticing that they ate the same thing at the same time.

After breakfast Ginny decided to introduce Harry to exploding snap and they spent most of the morning enjoying the games with Charlie and Bill while Ron looked at his comics and the twins blew stuff up in their bedroom. Ginny assured Harry that this was perfectly normal. Their morning took something of a down turn when Dumbledore once again came through the floo with bad news.

"I'm afraid that I bring bad news," Dumbledore said gravely to Mrs Weasley.

"What's wrong," she asked fearfully, worried about what was going on that had Dumbledore looking grave.

"The Dursleys have been brought up on charges and a session of the Wizengamont is planned to deal with the issue. However the issue of Harry's guardianship has come up; I have already put through a request for both of you to be Harry's foster parents until he reaches adulthood. Unfortunately Lucious Malfoy has also thrown his name into the ring."

"WHAT?" she cried. "We can't let Harry live with a death eater! And there is no way I'm letting Ginny live with that man!"

"I know that," Dumbledore replied. "And there is no chance of Harry living with them; the bond demands that both be together and if we reveal their bond you will certainly get custody of Harry. The only problem would be that Ginny would become a target and there would be much more publicity for both of them. There are still those out in the world that would do Harry harm which is why I placed him at the Dursleys; the blood wards there were the most powerful I've ever created."

"They did nothing to stop his own family from trying to kill him!" Molly yelled at him.

"I admit that they completely failed in that regard," Dumbledore said sadly. "However I didn't dream that Lily's sister would do such a thing. But we cannot deny that the blood wards were effective; there are seven death eaters currently in Azkaban courtesy of those wards, including the Lestranges."

The colour drained from Molly's face at the last name. "T-the Lestranges?"

"After their attack on the Longbottoms they found Harry's new address and made haste there. They destroyed the rest of wards that I put up before all four were incapacitated by the blood wards. Rabastan Clearwood also fell victim to them when Harry was four; he was rendered comatose and never recovered. While they didn't protect him from his family they protected him from the worst that Voldemort's finest could throw at him."

Molly had to take several breaths to calm herself after those revelations.

"As it is I have already placed the most powerful wards I know of around the property and I've been in contact with Gringotts, they're sending a team of warders to put protections around the property."

"How could we afford this," Molly said shocked. "The only wards we could afford are the basic ones we could do ourselves."

"Harry is heir to the Potter line and one of their biggest customers; if Harry is killed they lose his business and they may lose more. Protecting Harry is in their best interests and are providing this at cost, taking the amount out of Harry's trust vault."

"Exactly what sort of wards are they putting around the house?" Molly asked overwhelmed.

"Wards repelling all dark creatures and anyone that tries to do harm for a start. There are also anti apparation and anti portkey wards going up and only myself or the goblins can make a portkey in. The anti intruder wards are also being strengthened and several other types of wards are being added. I will warn you though; these wards are not a joke. A person trying to break in could end up hospitalised or worse, so if you are having guests you will need to specifically invite them in."

Molly was once again shocked by the amount of effort going into the protections. "Is Harry really in that much danger?"

"We are not sure, though I will tell you this: Voldemort is not dead. He has lost his power and will certainly try to regain it but he is not dead and when he does Harry will be his number one target," Dumbledore said looking very serious.

At this Molly turned chalk white and had to sit down quickly.

"Back to the subject of Harry's guardianship, we must make a convincing case for the courts to accept yourselves as guardians without revealing Harry and Ginny's bond."

"Mum," came Ginny's voice from the sitting room. "Could you get Harry something for his scar, it's hurting him."

Both Molly and Dumbledore walked into the room to find the two eldest Weasley brothers along with Harry and Ginny playing exploding snap on the carpet. They noticed that Harry had one hand over his scar and Ginny trying to comfort him over the bond.

"You said that the scar is hurting?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes sir," Harry said. "it happens every few minutes when the bond gets stronger, like it's burning."

Dumbledore frowned. "You said every few minutes, as in the bond changes every few minutes?" Both Harry and Ginny nodded. "and this morning was the bond changing faster or slower than now?" there was a note of trepidation in his voice.

"It was slower," Ginny said. "Only every ten minutes or so and last night it was only twenty minutes."

"Oh dear," said Dumbledore looking very worried.

"What is wrong?" Molly said anxiously. "Not another thing that goes wrong?"

"I'm afraid to say it is," Dumbledore said gravely. "We must go immediately."

"Where?" Harry asked looking scared and guilty at Molly's words.

"The ministry of magic."