Alright guys, I've uploaded two chapters for you tonight because I went out last night and didn't have time to upload the one I promised you.

Here we have Ginny and Hermione talking about their time apart. It's cute, but by no means are Hermione and Ginny best friends all over again from one conversation in the car.

Plus, James Vincent McMorrow is basically the anthem to driving for me. Anything by him. Youtube his playlist, Breaking Hearts, Sparrow and the Wolf and Higher Love are my favourites. Please, check him out at least for reading this chapter :)

Thank you and enjoy,

Jade.

Chapter Five

I spent a few days with my parents and they were excited and happy to hear that I was returning to Hogwarts for my final year. It didn't surprise them that I was going to be considered a mature student and have to make my own way up to school. They were thrilled that I would have a way back to them at all times, however, as mature students didn't need permission to leave the school grounds at any time, a they were paying for their education. Since I was being forced to go, rather than actually going because I wanted to, Harry had kindly offered to pay for my time at Hogwarts, despite my military salary easily paying for it, he wanted me to be able to live comfortably.

Once I had arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, I made sure to lock my trunk in the boot of my car and lock it behind me as I walked up the steps to knock on the door. As last time, Remus answered the door and threw his wand in my face.

"Jean, traitor, yadda yadda." I said as I pushed past him. "Here's my wand if you want." I said, throwing it up in the air towards him. He caught it and gave me a stern look before checking it out.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Granger, but it's difficult to tell if it is you since you've…grown up." He said, saving himself from saying what I knew he wanted to. 'Since you've grown a pair'.

"Tell me about it." I muttered, taking my wand back and tucking it into the little holster strapped to my thigh. Remus looked shocked and intrigued. "It's for knives originally." I offered, pulling a sharp throwing knife from the other side and holding it out for him to see. "But I swapped it for a wand. Figured I might as well use my skills and equipment in both worlds." I shrugged. I had made conversation long enough for Harry to descend the stairs and pull me into a hug.

I didn't hug him back, just stood there in shock, it had been a while since I had hugged anyone but my parents, and I certainly didn't feel like hugging Wonder Boy over there. So I just waited for him to let go. Eventually he did and awkwardly stepped back, blushing slightly.

"The Weasley's would like to see you before you go." He said quietly. "I said I'd ask."

I looked up the stairs to see a flash of red hair disappear. I couldn't exactly say no now that Harry had asked me and they were listening for my reply. I sighed and nodded, motioning for him to lead the way up. It was evident that Harry was a little wary when he stood blocking me from all view until we reached the top of the stairs and then he slowly stepped away, revealing me.

There they were. Molly, Arthur, George, Fred, Ginny…Ron. I took them all in but put no emotion on my face as I nodded back to them as they nodded to me, all except Ron. I might have made my…kind of peace…with Harry but that didn't mean I was his friend, and considering Ron hadn't spoken to me yet, I wouldn't be starting any catching up session soon. Ginny smiled at me but she got the same treatment as Ron. I noticed that they all looked me up and down and I was glad I had chosen to be myself. I was still wearing my military outfit, completely with boots, vest, tags and cap, but no shades this time. It was my badge of honour for the past few years while they had all been involved with magical and blood status feuds, I had been in Muggle wars. It wasn't all that different.

"Hello." I nodded when no one spoke.

"Oh, Hermione, you look so…different." Mrs. Weasley said, fussing as she came forwards and hugged me. Though I was slightly warmer than I was with Harry by hugging her back, I still felt awkward. She hadn't exactly fought for me to come and see her in the first summer after I had left Hogwarts or since, but then I hadn't made any contact, either, and how were they to know where I was?

"Paying my final respects." I answered her. It truly was the last time I was going to wear this outfit before I was forced to wear what my mother had picked out for me. Sure, I had had some input on what she had bought thanks for Matilda's persistent shopping trips, but there were very few items like what I was currently wearing. Not to say they wouldn't be coming to Hogwarts with me along with a few other items my mother had not known about.

"Oh, of course." She said, moving away. Arthur stepped forwards immediately.

"The Muggle Army. I dare say that's the most interesting Muggle thing I've heard of. What do they use instead of magic?" He asked.

"Oh, don't pressure her." Ginny stepped forwards, getting between her father and me. I smiled slightly at her in thanks but answered Mr. Weasley anyway.

"Well, they call it ammunition." I said. "Guns, knives, physical combat." I said, picking out the blade from my leg again and passing it to him. "Be careful." I said as I turned to Ginny.

"She's been asking about you–" George started.

"Practically all morning–" Fred took over.

"Bit annoying really." Fred and George said together.

Ginny and I stared at them and couldn't hold back a little laugh. The twins calling someone else annoying…especially when they were speaking in sequence, was probably the most ironic thing I had ever heard.

"Nice to see you again, Hermione." Ginny said shyly after we stopped laughing. I nodded back to her, agreeing. Sure, we had felt out of place, but she had always been my friend and I didn't forget that she had been the only one to send me a letter since I had left.

Biting the bullet, I decided to ask, "Are you going back this year, Ginny?" I asked.

"Yes." She said, not sure why I was asking. Apparently it was obvious.

"Well since we can't actually speak once we're there, do you fancy a ride up?" I asked, shrugging. "I can drop you off in Hogsmead and carry on the rest of the way myself." I offered.

"Oh my, Merlin. That'd be great!" She blurted out. Her mother cleared her throat and Ginny looked down sheepishly. "I mean, erm, that'd be cool. Sure." She corrected, but I didn't miss the huge grin she threw at me and I returned it, just not as enthusiastically.

"Right, well, as nice as this has been, I really must be speaking with Harry about my brief…" I said awkwardly, having not spoken to Ron and wanting to get out of the cramped hallway before he decided to open his mouth.

"Of course. This way." Harry said, bringing me into what looked like his room.

"We'll have breakfast ready in a short while, Harry. Hermione, feel free to join us before you leave, won't you?" Mrs. Weasley called through the doorway.

"Of course." I nodded back awkwardly as Harry shut the door. I didn't miss that Ron was staring with what look like anger in his face.

I rolled my eyes, where is his butt hurt coming from? He's had everyone these past years and I'm expected to lavish all my attention on him? That wasn't strictly true, but I wasn't going to pick an argument with myself about what constituted as attention.

"Well, we've picked your new name and back story…" Harry began, pulling a list out of his pocket. It looked rather large and I groaned. This was going to take a while. "Your name is Genevieve Ann Wharton," he began, "you're eighteen and from France originally, though you've lived in England for many years. Your back-story is very much the same as it is now; only you chose to leave Beauxbatons Academy for Young Witches in order to pursue a career in the Muggle Army. This makes you prestige enough to be considered for the Dark Lord's services and also empathetic towards Muggles in order to bring you away from a superiority complex." He explained, handing me the first sheet of paper. I read it quickly and was shocked at how well researched it was – apparently Harry had been in contact with my parents and erased their memories. Sneaky git. "Aside from this you must not enter into any romantic relations whilst at Hogwarts considering the delicate situation…" He went on and I stopped him.

"I hardly think I'm obsessed with getting laid, Harry." I said bluntly, reminding me of Sian and ripping a hole into my chest. I missed them dearly and I had received a letter only a day ago but had refused to open it, though I had bought it with me.

"Of course." Harry said, blushing and clearing his throat. "Any information you gather must be send any way other than owl by Ginny and she will secure it is bought to us. If anything changes, we will contact you through a fireplace…most likely." He added.

"And what of getting caught? I don't look all that different." I mentioned.

"You have, Hermione." He said, putting the papers down. "I hardly recognise you. You're not the girl you used to be, but it's…" He trailed off.

"Nice?"

"It's a surprise." He said. "Like I said before, having walked past you in a street would have raised no suspicion that you were Hermione Granger. However, we do have precautions for this." He said, pulling his wand out. "Stand still."

"You're pulling your wand on me and I'm supposed to stand still?" I asked, raising my brow.

"Only because it's me." He shrugged, flicking his wand around me. I felt nothing change, no difference like I usually felt when a spell was cast.

That thought left me as I caught sight on myself in the mirror. My already-brown hair had been darkened to a chocolate with mahogany tints, shiny and fuller than it had been originally. My eyes had been emptied of the hazel mess and filled with a deep cerulean blue that captured me in an azure swimming pool. I smiled at my reflection, though I had had all of my noticeable and memorable features taken…I still looked like me. It astonished me what little recognition I had for myself with my hair a different colour. I made note to keep it like this.

"Okay, you did good." I shrugged and he smiled at me.

"Right, I'm sure you know by now that only Ginny and I are aware of every detail of this. There will be no one else except for Ginny present at Hogwarts that you will know from the order. We do not draw attention to ourselves and we never just come out with us being part of the Order." He told me. "The teachers are supposedly unaware of this feud or turn a blind eye as long as there's no proof. Make no proof." He told me sternly and I nodded. "I guess the last thing to tell you is to have fun and enjoy your final year…" Harry said, giving me a lop-sided grin.

I smiled back slightly. Though I was still angry at him and we were not what I would consider friends…considering I was doing this for old time's sake meant that I held some allegiance to him and his trust in me to keep his secret was something I couldn't ignore. It did make me sad to think that I was going to be spending my final year alone when I had planned it to be wild and full of parties when I was younger. Times change.

Leaving the room, I entered the kitchen where the Weasley's were all say, talking together. They took notice of me and fell silent. I guess the awkwardness is still in full flow here… I quickly walked past Mr. Weasley and picked up my knife, slipping it into my holder and taking a seat next to Ginny. Harry didn't seem to fight me for the only other available space was next to Ron. I wasn't sure why, but I felt that I couldn't forgive Ron as easily as I had come to consider it for Harry and Ginny. Yes, he had called me a coward when no one else had, yet that had insinuated it, but it was more so the fact that I had – without a doubt – loved him when I had left and sent him several letters…which he had never replied to. I quickly took the hint and made the one photograph I had of him the centre of my dartboard. I had long since forgotten my feelings for him, for they were long gone, but it left a hole…and that hole was filled with loathing and hatred for my former friend. I guess I understand now why I'm so unwilling to speak to him.

Ginny started conversation with me quickly and it soon loosened up at the table with everyone feeling more comfortable. It was as though they were treading on eggshells around me. Was I really considered that much of a loose canon? Did they think I was going to flip out and refuse to help them if they said one little thing wrong? As annoying as being treated like a porcelain doll was, it was a relief to not have to endure any awkward conversation topics before leaving.

"So, what's this thing do?" She asked me, pointing at my dog tags.

"They're dog tags." I told her. "They just have my serial number and my name on." I told her. "It's a Muggle Army thing." I told her when she still looked confused.

"So you aren't treated like a dog?" She asked.

I laughed, "No, it's just to identify us if we're killed in battle." I told her.

The table fell silent. I was sure that Harry had understood what the army was about and that the rest of them know what an army was about, but when I said that they looked at me like they never expected me to mention dying.

"Dying?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her egg half hanging out of her mouth. I would have laughed had I not been slightly offended.

"Yes, that tends to happen when you're fighting for something against people with knives and guns…" I said, laughing without humour.

"But…you…" Mr. Weasley cut off, not sure what to say. Apparently Ron wasn't so tongue-tied.

"We were under the influence you were a coward and that's why you left. In shame." Ron offered to his father's mouth.

I watched him with a red hot gaze, hatred pooling in my mouth like bile.

"Some coward to face the family that abandoned her for a favour to a boy who got her thrown our the Order." I said, wiping my mouth and putting my napkin in the plate of food I had hardly touched. "Excuse me."

Getting up from the table, I made my way down the stairs quickly and putting my hand on the door, but then I heard Harry's voice.

"Look what you've done! Can't you see she's changed?" He yelled. "You're the coward for not speaking to her, not replying to her letters…what kind of man are you?" He demanded spitefully. I warmed to Harry in that moment. He had stuck up for me when no one else had and he didn't have to. He hadn't run after me to make sure I was going to do what he had asked me; he had simply stuck up for me.

"I haven't spoken to her in two years and you decide on the day that she asks me to travel with her all the way to Hogwarts that you want to have a little revenge for her leaving Hogwarts, for not being your girlfriend? You're a spiteful little sod!" Ginny screamed. I heard her getting up and storming across the landing. I bit the bullet and called up.

"Ginny, come get your things in the car, we're leaving in five." I called up, opening the front door and stepping out.

The little Weasley girl was ready faster than anyone had ever been before. We didn't need five minutes – including goodbyes – before she was sat in my passenger seat playing with the radio. I watched as she struggled but pulled away from Grimmauld Place quickly, joining the main road.

After ten minutes of static I lost my patience with her and clicked one button, changing the car to pick up an outlet, rather than radio. Sliding the right CD into the player I watched Ginny stare at it with amazement. Yes, she had been in a car before, but CD's and such were a mystery to her.

"You might not like this considering I don't actually know what music you like." I told her as the first song began to play. It was a favourite CD of mine, thanks to Miles.

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious, victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection,

Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth
La la la la la la la la la
(BYOB by System of a Down)

Ginny looked at me with a sideward glance and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I take it you don't like it." I said, turning it down.

"It's…different. Are these Muggles?" She asked.

"Yeah, they're no Weird Sisters, but they're pretty popular amongst Muggles." I shrugged.

I doubted I had her convinced, and so, changed to a more mellow song that Sian had lent me the CD for and I had never returned. I felt slightly guilty, but it made me feel better than Ginny didn't look scared of the speaker next to her when I played it. We got through the CD once before she asked me to play it again and I smiled, showing her what buttons to press and what they would do.

We'd talked minimally since we'd got in the car an hour or so ago and we'd talked about the music, our clothes, anything that didn't bring up the past or the future and considering we were in a car together for the proceeding three and a half hours, I figured I better break that tension.

"Look, I don't blame you for what happened." I told her, checking my mirror before pulling onto the motorway. Though Ginny had looked interested in the new kind of road before, she quickly turned and gave me her full attention. "I mean, I don't particularly see us being best friends any time soon, but I remember our past and I know you meant a lot to me." I explained to her honestly. She looked said, but filled with what looked like hope.

"I never wanted to see you kicked out of the Order." She told me. "But you were…I don't know how to explain it…" She trailed off, sounding shy.

"Look, I'm hardly going to attack you for finally speaking to me. I won't get mad at you." I told her. "Besides, you try and get angry when James Vincent McMorrow is singing to you." I added light-heartedly, motioning to the CD cover.

"You're right, I might have to ask you where to get one of these just for this CD." She laughed before turning serious. "The Order has changed since you left…and it's not the kind of place the old you would have fit into." She told me honestly, though I felt she was holding back. I let her carry on. "We have to do things we never thought we would, use courage and skills we never thought we would need…you weren't ready as you were and you didn't seem to be growing into that kind of person." She said, finally getting it all out. I nodded and considered everything she had said.

"The army changes a lot about a girl." I told her shortly.

"I can tell." She said when she didn't sense anything else coming from me. She seemed relieved I hadn't told her off for being honest with me and like a weight had been lifted from her.

"I don't want to be a part of the Order anymore." I told her when she wouldn't stop looking at me. "It's a nice thought to belong…but I've got a home and people like you have. They're just in another world." I told her.

She considered what I'd said for a long time before speaking. I'd let my thoughts run away with me, thinking of time with Matilda, Sian and Miles and it made me jump slightly when she spoke.

"Do you miss it?" She asked.

I considered it for a moment. Did I miss it? Did I miss the constant training? Unlikely since I did all my training at home to keep in shape – I'd have to if I ever did want to return. Did I miss the early mornings and nights? No, I got up at the same time every day and the same with going to sleep.

"I miss them." I told her, smiling slightly at the memory of their smiling faces.

"What were they like?" She asked after a long pause. Apparently she was more interested in this than I had planned her to be.

Reaching into my back pocket, lifting my body slightly, I pulled out the photo I always carried of the four of us and handed it over to her.

"Miles, the guy, was the strongest person you'll ever meet." I said fondly. "If you're ever in a scrap, he'll make sure the other person comes out three times as worse." I laughed, remembering when we'd gotten into several bar fights in one night and nearly been arrested. "But he wouldn't hurt a fly without a damn good reason." I told her when she looked confused. "Never liked the violence in the army."

"Then why did he go?" She asked.

"Let's just say his home wasn't the kind of place you want to stay long past what you have to." I told her, quickly moving on. "The blonde girl is Matilda." I told her, changing lanes quickly, once against checking my mirrors. "Madly in love with Miles, but he never seemed to take the hint…" I smiled, "you should see them together, a couple without realising it…she always made sure you were looked after, looking presentable and not a single hair out of place unless you were going for that messy look." I imitated her voice and smiled to myself, as did Ginny.

"Girly?" She asked.

"The girliest." I answered. "If that girl couldn't find a hairbrush there wasn't one for a hundred miles or more." I told her. It was so natural to speak of her in this way and I couldn't help myself. "She made sure I learned a few tips that will come in handy. She had all the men wrapped around her little finger, pulling heartstrings to get what she wanted." I smiled.

"She sounds like a little heartbreaker." Ginny said, looking closer at her. "She's beautiful."

"Trust me, she knows." I snorted. "But then you'd be stupid to think she wasn't and Sian would tell you so." I added.

"Sian?" She asked. "Is that the other girl?"

"Yeah." I supplied. "The single baddest girl you will ever meet." I told her, thinking of all the trouble she had gotten herself – and me – into over my time with her. It was always something. "She wouldn't take any shit." I smirked.

"She looks like she can handle herself." Ginny added.

"Oh, trust me, she can. Got into trouble far too many times for breaking guy's noses for hitting on her. She doesn't exactly swing that way." I supplied, laughing when Ginny's face turned to shock. "Hey, don't look at me like that, she's a committed girl with a wife back home." I told her.

"Aw." Ginny said, smiling genuinely at the thought of her being committed.

"Sian's my best friend." I told Ginny, my face turning sad. "And I had to leave her without saying goodbye. I left them all letters…but that was it." I told her. I hadn't meant to tell her, but I was craving that support that Sian would usually give me, the kind hugs Matilda would give me and the 'man up' from Miles.

"What did you say in them?" Ginny asked, her voice soft as she placed a hand on my arm. Apparently I was letting a lot of how I was feeling escape to my facial features. I felt weak, but I couldn't help it. This place, this world was the one place they couldn't follow me.

"When we first met, in training," I said, my voice breaking slightly, "we said we'd always be there for one another. The bond between a regiment is like family…only stronger. You're expected to lay down your life for them…and pretty soon it becomes your life's mission." I told her. "And so, we all promised that no matter where we went, we'd go together."

Ginny seemed to understand and sat back in her chair. She was giving me as much space as she could in the confinement of a car. Yes, I had promised that I would go with them anywhere…no matter how dangerous…we had made our vows to die together, for each other, and I had broken it. But I wouldn't drag them into a world where they couldn't defend themselves. Bullets and bombs were useless against wands and magic. Voldemort could simply disable a gun with a flick of his wrist and what use would a knife be against someone who could simply turn it into a snake and watch it turn on you? No, they didn't belong in this War.

We pulled into the services for some petrol, but obviously Ginny wanted to have a look around, but didn't push it on me. I filled the car, paid and parked the car in the parking bay.

"Okay, Ginny, we're going to go into the Services. I'm telling you now that it's nothing special – a few Muggle stores selling coffee and food. We'd better change there considering we won't stop again." I told her. She nodded in understanding.

Grabbing out bags out the back, we walked together into opening and I watched as Ginny's jaw hit the floor.

"You didn't tell me to would be so…so…strange." She said, looking around the shiny, glass surfaces that were mixed with stainless steal. Several eateries were lying about and I shrugged.

"This truly is nothing special." I told her, walking into the bathroom.

She followed me and made the same kind of action. Thank Merlin it was empty. She wasn't interested in the toilets themselves, but the dryers and the soap pumps were all very new to her and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Come on, Ginny, you'd better get changed." I told her. "Just leave the robe in the bag since people will think it a little strange around here…" I warned her, stepping into a stall myself.

I heard her lock hers and relaxed. Surely taking a Witch through Services had never been this difficult before. I was reminded how different the Wizarding World was to that of the Muggle World and sighed – guess it's back to the dark ages when it comes to cleaning and washing…oh Lord, and writing. I almost groaned, thinking of using quills and parchment rather than pens and paper – it was all so time-consuming after being used to the useful old bic for the last two years.

Deciding not to dwell on the petty things, I reached into my bag and quickly got changed. Apparently my mother had been promoting of a 'good first impression' at Hogwarts now that she was aware of my new name, though she wasn't told what for. She accepted it rather easily, so I guessed that the Leniency Potion I slipped her and my father had worked. As I stepped out of the cubical with my bag in tow I caught sight of myself in the mirror and held in a gasp.

Though I hated wearing anything other than my uniform, I had to admit that my time in the army had done wonders for my figure and I couldn't stop the smile I held when I saw that over time my body had also grown up.

My hips were wider and rounder, stemming from an acutely thin waist that opened up into rather large breasts I had forgot I had since they were always contained in a sports bra. The French lingerie my mother had bought me worked wonders and I couldn't take my eyes off of my own assets, let alone Ginny as she walked up to me. My mother had picked a fitted grey skirt that hugged my every curve, finishing mid-thigh with a white shirt to tuck in and a black, cropped-jumper that was also three-quarter sleeved. My legs were clad in dark black tights and slight heels that made my toned, slim legs look extremely long.

"Okay, you can't have a body that hot without sorting out your hair." Ginny called from beside me, staring at what I believed to be my backside. She stepped forwards and looked around us, pulling me away from the mirror and getting her wand out of her robes, muttering a short spell. I felt the feeling of an egg cracking over my head and shook the feeling away. "Alright, that's the spell you should use every day. It's just a little fullness and curl to…sort out the frizz." She admitted with a sheepish shrug.

I looked back in the mirror and my hair was indeed softly curled, but big and bouncy, the shine on it something I had not expected. It fell to my elbow just as my lighter hair had, but the chocolate colour really contrasted with the new colour of my eyes and I smiled, thanking Ginny before grabbing my bag and heading out to the Services.

Considering Ginny had done that for me and left me with a spell, I decided to treat her to lunch at the Services. Sure, it wasn't anything expensive or fancy, but she seemed overly pleased with the thought of having Muggle food with Muggles in a Muggle establishment.

"So, did a king own this restaurant?" She asked me. "His…burgers?" She looked at me for clarification and I nodded with a smile. "Well, they're super good." She told me with a smile.

I laughed, "No, a king did not own it, it's just the name. Muggles don't bother much with the tradition thing, so it's not against the law to say 'king' in something." I smiled, mussing her hair. She laughed and we finished our meal.

"Oh my Merlin, I love these places. Can we stop on the way back at Christmas?" She asked me excitedly. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course. We'll have to." I told her. "Petrol and all that."

"Can't you just conjure some?" She asked.

"I hadn't thought about it. I imagine that since Witches and Wizards have no use for it that there wasn't a spell out there that could." I admitted.

"You're Hermione Granger!" She shouted. "If you can't make a spell to conjure some petal then who ever can?" She squeaked.

"Well I'll look into a petrol spell." I said, correcting her with a smile. "But, right now, we need to get to Hogwarts." I said, looking at my watch as we pulled out. "We're running a little late."

"I don't think you'll be required to go to the Great Hall tonight. McGonagall doesn't even know who you are." She told me.

I had almost forgotten all about my mission and that Ginny knew more about it than I did. I decided now was a good time to hammer out the details. Yes, I had a pack of information, but I wasn't supposed to take it onto Hogwarts grounds for fear of Slytherins find it.

"Ginny, who does know?" I asked. "I thought McGonagall was part of the Order?" I questioned her.

"Not all the Order members know. We think there's a leak somewhere, since they keep getting to weak members of Hufflepuff when we mention them in meetings. It's taking too long to weed out who it is because of how many people there are now, so we're keeping it between Harry and a few others. You're only known by Remus, Tonks, Harry, me and my family." She told me. I nodded.

"So, basically, even people I know I have to pretend to be someone else?" I asked.

"Pretty much." Ginny said before sighing. "Which means me if we ever walk into each other. Apart from the occasional conversation if we're made to seat next to each other in class or something." She admitted. "Since you're not allowed to have a House as a known fact so you're approachable by all, we really need to keep you away from the Gryffindors."

"Yeah, I got that." I told her, rolling my eyes. "Harry was very clear that I'm there to observe and get in with the undecided. Not influence them in any way, just see what's going on and wait for further instruction."

"Wow, you're pretty well filled in." Ginny muttered.

"Well, yeah, I asked Harry for everything I could possibly know about it, though I know there's more. Figured that if I'm going to be doing this favour, I didn't want to be lied to." I shrugged, pulling off of the motorway and onto some side roads that would eventually lead to the crossover between the Muggle and Magical world.

"Thanks for doing this." Ginny said after a long pause. "You didn't have to and yet you did."

"I didn't owe you anything." I nodded. "But for old time's sake, it wouldn't do to end on such bad terms." I told her.

"What about Ron?" She asked. I felt my face harden and lose all emotion.

"That's different."

"How?"

"It just is." I snapped, silencing her.