A/N: Wasn't going to have an A/N (after all the trouble I've had with them!) But I have to say a big 'THANK YOU!' to 'Robst' for providing the workaround to the error that was stopping me from updating this story in his latest chapter. Seriously, go read some of his work!

By the time evening rolled round, everyone was stuffed. Nathan had cooked such a wondrous spread that no one felt like eating anything for an evening meal. It was McGonagall who was the first to beg forgiveness to depart. She had a lot of things to do over the next couple of days, mainly regarding the next school term and the results from the OWL exams. At the mention of the OWL's, Hermione almost started to hyperventilate, before Harry cut her off with a kiss. Those in the know smiled and bade them no mind. Madam Bones decided that it was a good time for her to return home as well; the paperwork was never done. When Tonks made to escort her Amelia told her that was not necessary. Tonks argued half-heartedly, before giving in and sinking back into her chair with obvious relief.

After Amelia had departed, Hermione mentioned that it was a Granger tradition to spend Saturday evening watching a movie together. While the other teens perked up at this, Eleanor turned to her daughters and Tracy. "Astoria, Tracy..." She started, but her younger daughter spoke up.

"Aww, can't we stay?" She asked, almost whinnied. "I want to see this muggle movie thing."

Eleanor looked at her fondly, but firmly. "Now dear, you know that I don't want you alone on the Knight Bus yet..."

Tonks, having seen the interactions between Harry, Hermione and the Greengrasses, spoke up. "I can bring her home Ma'am."

Eleanor looked the young Auror over. She'd shed her official robes early on, but there was a steady expression on her face. After a moment she sighed. "Very well. I'm putting my daughter care in your hands tonight Auror Tonks."

Even as Tonks nodded in understanding, Astoria was wrapping her in a tight hug. "Thanks Mum!"

Tracy looked between the others teens and her. "I'd like to stay too Mrs Greengrass. Besides..." She smiled a little. "... I was going to go out for bit afterwards. I can summon the Knight Bus just as easily here as at Greengrass Manor."

Eleanor nodded in understanding. "Then I'll see you later this evening Astoria. Daphne..." After a family hug, the elder Greengrass woman walked out, a tear threatening to fall from her eye. 'My daughter's growing up...'

Back inside Hermione looked over those left. "Are you all staying?" After a round of nods, she grinned before moving towards the cabinet where her family kept the tapes they had recorded or bought, where her mother was already stood. The two conferred as they looked over the contents, pulling out the drawers to read the labels.

After her third glance at him, Harry sighed. "Whatever you decide is fine Hermione."

Both Hermione and Emma looked at him now. "Surely you have a preference?" Emma asked.

"Harry shrugged. "How can I, having never seen one properly before? I only managed to sneak short peeks at the Durlseys… when they didn't just throw me in the cupboard."

Everyone looked at him with a mixture of shock and pity for a few moments, before Hermione shook herself and half-whispered something to her mother. Emma considered her daughter for a moment, spoke quietly back before she pushed the open drawer closed and reached for a gold and black box. Hermione moved to the centre of the living room and faced the others while Emma walked towards the TV.

"Okay, we'll watch something that has had profound impact on muggle culture. People are more likely to believe in magic than think that anyone's not seen this film."

Harry frowned, trying to think of which film she might be talking about. Meanwhile she continued speaking.

"Now, I gather that the magical world has almost nothing like this." Tonks and Fleur nodded. "Theatre?" At a second set of nods, Hermione relaxed. "Then just remember: this is a more advanced form of theatre. I'll explain everything later or another day. But for now, just sit back and enjoy the story." With that she moved to where Harry, Susan and Daphne were sat on the three seater sofa. Both Tonks and Fleur had looked strangely at them when they sat together, the two girls cuddling into his side as he wrapped an arm round each. As Emma walked back from the TV with the remotes, Hermione snagged a cushion and sat down on the floor, leaning back against Harry's legs. Almost as soon as she was settled an orange ball of fluff moved across and curled up on her lap. Crookshanks knew when it was movie time.

As she walked over, Emma took note of the way the kids had arranged themselves. Astoria had copied Hermione, sat cross-legged on a cushion. Neville and Hannah were cuddled up on the two-seater sofa, while Tonks and Fleur had the armchairs. Nathan was fetching a couple of chairs from the dining room for the three older adults.

Emma couldn't help but notice the way that the two older witches were looking at Harry, her daughter, Susan and Daphne. Tonks still had a 'what the hell?' expression on her face, but that was being overcome by a mixture of happiness and cheer, with a look in her eyes that made Emma suspect that some light-hearted teasing was in store for the Quad, as she had started to think of them. It was nice change, as when she'd arrived Tonks had been rather down, only a few steps above distraught. Understandable, as she'd confided that Sirius, Harry's deceased godfather, had been her favourite cousin, a kind of surrogate uncle/big brother.

Fleur Delacour however... she was looking at them in a very different way. Emma had been stunned to finally meet the former Beauxbatons student and Tri-Wizard champion. Hermione had included a little about the other champions in her letters home over that year. She had mentioned that Fleur was considered beautiful, but Hermione had clearly understated things, a lot! Fleur had the perfect hourglass figure that many women tried to obtain, and men lusted for. Her waist must have been at least three inches narrower than her hips or shoulders, maybe four. Long, silvery blond hair hung down almost to her hips, with delicate features that gave her an elegant beauty.

Unlike other French beauties however, Fleur was also generously gifted in the bust line. From what Emma could tell, she was very similarly endowed to how Hermione was now, but with that taller, slimmer body and narrow waist, looked significantly more so. She'd been polite, though a little haughty at first regarding the food. Her expression and manner had changed greatly when she actually saw the spread. Knowing that a native of France would be visiting – and remembering what Hermione had said about her obvious disdain for traditional English food as served at Hogwarts – Emma had looked through their fridge for suitable fare. Later on Fleur had admitted her disdain had mainly been a reflexive defensive screen... although she was not found of the greasy, deep fried servings anyway. Emma could sympathise: She wasn't keen on deep-fried herself.

Now though, Fleur was looking at Harry with an... odd, expression. She seemed almost drawn to him... but unsure, worry entering her eyes when she looked towards either Hermione, Susan or Daphne. It was clear that she was trying to fight off this strange compulsion, but her eyes seemed to drift towards him all by their own. It was a lot like what would happen with unattached men around her, according to Hermione. A primal part of men's minds reacted to an Allure that Veela and part-Veela unconsciously projected.

Then the opening strands of world-recognised music blared forth, snapping the nearly twenty-year-old witch's attention to the screen as the title rolled. Tonks' eyes widened at the sight: it was clear that she had at least heard of this famous movie. Emma smiled at she recalled that young Tonks' had said that her father was like Hermione, muggleborn. He probably got to see it when it appeared in the cinemas for the first time in 1977.

Having seen 'Star Wars' so many times herself, Emma indulged herself and paid more attention to the expressions on the faces of those who had been magically raised. Neville's jaw just kept on dropping lower and lower during that famous introduction of the Star Destroyer, as its hull just seemed to keep on going and going. Other events, such as Vader's introduction and Alderaans destruction, prompted shocked reactions that reminded her of her own, all those years ago.

As the movie progressed, Emma looked towards Harry a lot, as many of the story elements mirrored his own life. At least, for the moment, he was simply immersing himself in the tale. It likely helped that both Susan and Daphne burrowed into his sides at points.

As the credits began to roll at the end they all shifted, stretching. Neville grinned at Hermione as Emma stopped the tape. "That was brilliant Hermione!" Emma smiled when she saw her daughter duck her head, trying to hide the light blush on her cheeks.

"Thanks. We'll watch the next two some other time."

Hannah looked at her with wide eyes. "There's another two?"

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, they made a trilogy. And there're all the other films we have on tape."

Astoria yawned before anything else could be said, prompting Tonks to stand up. "Okay young lady, time for you to head home."

"Awww." The young blonde whined, before she grinned and enveloped her sister in a tight hug. "Thanks for inviting me. It was great being here!"

"You're family Astoria." It was Harry who answered, surprising them all. "Maybe not by blood or officially, but you are family."

As her little sister threw her arms around an embarrassed Harry, Daphne shared a knowing, significant look and a pleased giggle with Susan as Tonks walked over, pulling her Auror robes on.

"Thanks for inviting me guys." She smiled lightly, a touch of sadness in the corner of her eyes. "I swear Molly's getting worse with her smothering."

Harry and Hermione shared a worried look. "How are things at the Burrow?" The topic of the absent Weasleys just had not come up during the day.

Tonks sighed. "Ron's been sulking... at least when he's not stuffing his face. How can you stand being sat near him at Hogwarts? Molly's been muttering a lot, something to do with you Harry I think... when she's not trying to get me hitched with either Bill or Charlie." She shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, their great guys, but... not for me."

Hermione looked over to where Fleur was exchanging words with her parents. "I thought Bill was dating Fleur?"

Tonks made a face; with her metamorph skills it was more impressive than anyone else's. "Yeah, he is, but neither Molly nor Ginny accepts it. There's been some nasty sounding arguments between her and Molly, while Ginny's been calling her 'Phelm' behind her back." Tonks appeared ready to add more but Fleur was walking over, so she just gently escorted Astoria towards the front door.

"Zhank you both. It iz nice to relax once in a while, Non?" She smiled lightly at both, though they noticed that she appeared to be looking anywhere but Harry.

Hermione pulled her into a hug. "It's always nice to see you Fleur." After a moment Fleur returned the hug, before facing Harry. Her eyes were still off to one side.

Harry, feeling a little annoyed at her evasion – it smacked a little too much of the evasion that Dumbledore had been doing the year past – cleared his throat. "Fleur... look at me." He said firmly, but gently.

Her blue-grey eyes jumped to meet his. Watching her closely, Hermione spotted the flush that entered the French beauties cheeks, the slight gasp that escaped her lips. Harry noticed her eyes widen... and within him he felt a small lurch. Besides him, Hermione felt something settle within her. It wasn't uncomfortable, just... odd.

"Urg... Sorry Harry. Itz... Veela are zenzertive to a changed aura... Yourz has since we last met." She glanced at the clock, an alarmed look on her face. Somehow, both Harry and Hermione knew it was faked. "I must go." And with that she quickly slipped out the door, cutting ahead of Remus. The older wizard paused, his eyes widening a little as he watched the silvery-blond haired young woman almost run down the front path. Turning back he walked over to Harry with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

"What did you say to her Harry?" He asked lightly.

Harry and Hermione exchanged puzzled looks. "I just asked her to look at me. She was acting like Dumbledore this last year." He frowned. "When she actually did though, she seemed... startled."

Remus chuckled softly. "Well, I don't claim to be an expert, but I can tell you she was... aroused, when she left."

Both teen's eyes bugged out. "Huh?" Was all Harry could muster. Hermione's mouth just hung.

"I could smell it." Remus tapped his nose, a playful, if slightly sad look in his eye. "A benefit of being what I am... marginally improved senses."

While Harry was still trying to come to terms with this, Hermione was setting a mental reminder to look up Veela's again... specifically regarding their interactions with wizards and auras. It was only when Neville and Hannah moved up that Harry's brain re-engaged.

"We had a great time Harry. Thank you Hermione. You have a brilliant home." Hermione flushed at the praise as Neville turned to Harry. "Harry? About next year and the DA... are you sure you want me helping?" A hint of the old Neville was still there.

"Positive. You were still standing alongside me at the end, even with no wand and a broken nose." Harry wrapped an arm around Hermione to reassure her that he knew she would have been there too, had she not been struck down. "We're going to be doing more too, not just learning spells but also how to fight. In fact..." He glanced towards the others who had gathered round them. "... If we can sort some things out, would you be willing to attend sessions over the rest of the holiday?"

Neville looked at him solemnly for a moment, before nodding. "As long as Hannah can attend too."

This response prompted a smile and a kiss to the cheek from the blond Hufflepuff besides him.

Harry just grinned. "I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't."

The gathered teens chuckled, with Susan whispering "Prat." In his ear as she kissed his cheek. Harry, turning to face her, spotted one face not beaming. "You're welcome too Tracy."

Tracy looked stunned, eyes wide in shock. "I... er... Why?"

"You're Daphne's friend. That's enough." Daphne, unable to reach him to kiss him, had to settle with a squeeze of his shoulder.

A light flush suffused Tracy's cheeks. "...Thanks, Harry." She half whispered before leaning in for a surprising hug. Harry reacted automatically, holding her lightly. After a moment she began to draw back and he allowed her to step out of his embrace and out the door. The other guests followed her after a few seconds.

Hermione noticed that Daphne's eyes were wide, staring after her former housemate. "Daphne?"

The blonde turned to regard her close friend. "That's the first time she's shown affection for a boy... ever." She lowered her voice to a bare whisper. "I was starting to wonder if she... was... you know..."

Hermione nodded slowly. "I see. Not that there's anything wrong with being... that way..." She couldn't help the flush in her cheeks. While she held no prejudce, acknowledging even the idea openly was... slightly uncomfortable.

Daphne understood what she was trying to say, even if it ran counter to some of the upbringing she'd had. "No, no there isn't really is there? I was just... worried what would happen if even the rumour..." Shaking herself, she smiled at Hermione before they both turned to assist Emma and Nathan tiding up. Internally however, she was thinking hard. Her parents weren't quite as strict about the 'Pure-Blood' values as others, but the idea of an intimate relationship between women, without a man involved in some way, had been to a degree repulsed.

After the third yawn from Harry, Emma turned to the four of them. "Okay, you four head up to bed now. We'll be done in a bit." She flashed a smile at her husband, who looked at her oddly for a second before a grin started to spread across his face. Hermione, seeing the looks, was quick to draw the others up the stairs.

It was at the door to the upstairs lounge, now Harry's room, that he paused to voice something he'd noticed. "Hermione... about the film..."

Hermione gently patted his arm. "I know Harry. But I hope you take away the important lesson." At his confused look, she looked him in the eye. "Don't ever give up."

After a moment he nodded slowly. Turning to Daphne, he leaned forward. "Good night." He whispered before gently kissing her, before repeating the action with Susan and Hermione. He managed to contain the grin until after he shut the door on their blissful, slightly dazed expressions.

As they walked across the landing, Daphne looked at Hermione keenly. Sensing her regard, Hermione turned her eyes to meet hers. "What?" At first it looked like Daphne wouldn't respond, but then she sighed.

"Before he kissed you... did you, feel, anything?"

Hermione frowned, thinking back. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but she realised that while Harry had been kissing Susan and Daphne, she had felt something in her lips... like someone was kissing her. It was weaker, softer...

"...like an echo..." She murmured.

Daphne nodded slowly. "I've noticed the same thing before now."

Susan had a thoughtful look on her face. "Now you mention it... I sensed it too." She looked up to the other two, pale grey eyes wide. "What does it mean?"

Hermione nibbled on her bottom lip, thinking. "I think that... what we did... it had more side-effects than..." she waved a hand towards her breasts. "Just what it means... I don't know."

Daphne looked between them, glanced towards Harry's closed door before her eyes firmed. "Hermione... can we try something?" She asked quietly, tentatively. She sounded like she was working up the nerve to try something potentially dangerous.

Hermione nodded slowly, wondering just what she meant, when Daphne suddenly leaned forwards and pressed her lips to her own hurridly. Startled, Hermione froze, mouth slightly parted. Daphne's tongue traced the gap, but didn't invade. Hermione relaxed after a couple of seconds, and the pair of them deepened the kiss lightly, hands resting on each others hips almost tentively.

Susan, stood to the side, watched as the two of them in slack jawed amazement. Daphne's actions were so... unexpected! There had always been half-rumours about two lonely wives spending intimate time together, but it was never spoken of openly. As her shock faded, a tingling in her lips prompted her to raise a hand to them... only for her to gasp again when a second tingle started between her legs.

When the same tingle started in Hermione and Daphne the two froze, before pulling apart sharply, faces flushed bright red. Hermione had to take a minute to compose herself to speak. "W... What was that all about?" She asked shakily. She had known, as they all had, that they would be attracted to each other while curing Harry. They had also expected and accepted the sisterly feelings they now shared. But physical attraction afterwards... that hadn't been expected. Not at all!

In response Daphne looked towards Susan, who was still brushing her lips with her fingers. When she realised that the other two were looking at her, she blushed but nodded to the unspoken query.

Hermione sighed. "Well... something else we're going to have to think about... and get used too." Both Susan and Daphne nodded before they turned towards the spare bedroom they shared, though Hermione noted that they walked a little further apart than normal.

Across the country one Ginny Weasley laid upon her bed in the Burrow, her forehead creased into a frown while silent tears slipped down her cheeks. The rest of the house was asleep, thank Merlin.

'Has my whole life been a lie? Have I been set up from infancy? Why would she do that?'

Ever since she'd gotten back from Hogwarts Ginny had been depressed. Harry's rejection of her had hurt, badly. The angry voice in her head had yelled that it was that bushy-haired bookworm mud-bloods fault, but Ginny was trying to push it aside. She'd let it out the night before they left the school, and a string of insults towards Hermione had escaped her lips. She'd been stunned herself when 'Mud-blood' had emerged, but what had really shock her was when someone gasped at her words. Looking over she had seen Neville looking at her with a mixture of horror and revulsion, with a touch of disappointment and regret.

It had been that look on the normally pleasant Neville's face that had made her realise what she was saying. She'd tried to rein it in, but he'd already gone. Despairing, she had cried herself to sleep that night.

Ever since getting back, she'd locked herself in her room, trying to unravel her mind. Why had she cursed Hermione like that? Why did she hate her so, and desire Harry so badly it hurt? Yes, he was her hero, saving her from the basilisk, but he'd never come for her afterwards. Didn't he know how things worked? The heroic prince saves the princess, and they both ride off into the sunset together. That's how things worked!

Forcing herself to look back, it had been around the start of her third year when the Voice had started speaking, whispering to her. It told her that Harry was hers, and that she should just take him. He just needed to have the truth presented to him, and he'd be in her arms forever.

However, Hermione had remained at his side, and she knew that the older witch would certainly defend her friend from unwanted advances. So she'd decided to show him that she was desirable, that he would be lucky to have her. Get him hooked on her, so that once she approached, he'd welcome her willingly.

But… it hadn't worked. He'd been blinded by Cho. Ginny had pushed herself so hard during the DA to gain his attention, as well as in Quidditch. But he hardly noticed.

If she was totally honest with herself, Ginny was slightly scared of him. His mood swings were hard to adjust to, and his reclusive nature was certainly not what she desired. She'd accepted that she liked attention, bathed in it, the adoration from others. Was it just her, or a result of being the only girl in a family with six older brothers? She didn't know.

Lately, the Voice had quietened down, become weaker. Ginny was slightly curious as to why, but frankly had been too relieved to care that much.

But the other day, something had happened that had grabbed her attention.

She'd come down to get a drink, but had paused in the doorway. Her brother Ron was sat at the table, stuffing his face on some small cakes while writing a letter… badly. She could see his messy writing with several crossing out. He seemed to be even more stupid and slow these days, regressing bit by bit back to an almost infant-like state each day.

Behind him was their mother, who had a tray of more cakes besides a basket. Ginny was about to step inside the kitchen, when Molly picked up her wand and dragged the tip along the counter edge. Ginny was just close enough to hear her mutter "Prewett Supreme"

A section of the counter had slid back, revealing a hidden compartment. From within Molly had withdrawn a bottle with a reddish tinted liquid, another with a pearly liquid. She poured a measure of the red-tinted liquid into a cup, then another of the pearly one. She placed the pearly filled bottle back in the drawer, before her hand moved to something else in there. Her hand came back with her finger and thumb pinching something red, which she dropped into the cup with the liquids. A stir latter she had smirked darkly, before pouring the mixture into a mixing bowl by the cakes.

"Can I have some more mum?" Ron asked plaintively.

"Hush Ronald. These are for Hermione, remember?" Molly had shushed him. "I've made them especially for her, remember?"

"Oh, yeah…" Ron had replied.

From the doorway Ginny had watched, wide eyed, as Molly had poured the icing she had been mixing onto the upper surfaces of the cakes, ensuring that each one was coated with it. A few waves of her wand had the icing set, and the remaining contents of the bowl vanished. The cakes had then been placed in the basket, which was sealed and shrunk.

"Have you finished that letter dear?" Molly had asked as she was pouring a second measure of the red-tinted potion. Another pinch of… something, black she thought, went into it before she added the potion to a tall glass of pumpkin juice.

"Ugh… yeah, yeah I'm done." Ron had jerked before scribbling his name on the bottom.

Ginny had retreated then, not wanting to get caught. Just what was going on? But she still heard her mother's next words.

"Good Boy Ronald. Now, why don't you take this glass of pumpkin juice up to your sister while you get your owl? And don't you drink it yourself!"

She tried to examine the hidden drawer that night, but Molly had been awake, pottering about the kitchen. Each night since there had been someone up, usually either Molly bustling about or Ron getting a 'midnight snack'… which for anyone else would have been a two course meal.

But finally, tonight, she'd gone down to find that everyone else was still asleep. Quickly she'd copied her mother's motions with her wand, whispering the password. She wanted answers!

As it had for her mother, the hidden cover slid away, revealing the contents. With a trembling hand she reached in and drew out the bottles. Holding them up to the light, she noted that while the red-tinted one was only a third full, the pearly one was barely used.

Then she noted the labels written on the side… in handwriting she'd seen often.

'Snape's writing! What is my mum doing with potions mixed by that greasy git?'

It was at that moment that she actually read the labels.

The red-tinted potion had 'Desire/Lust combination'. The pearly one had simply 'Jealousy'

Ginny was shocked so much she nearly dropped the bottles. Looking deeper, she saw another half-dozen full 'Desire/Lust' bottles… along with the same again empty ones. There were also many clear ones, with 'Loyalty' written on them. Some were empty. 'My God… Mum's been using potions on us! But…'

Her eyes caught the tray at the front edge. There were five compartments, each filled with hairs. Two red, one black, one brown, and one silver. The labels beneath were in Molly's hand: 'Ronald', 'Ginny', 'Harry', 'Herm'e', 'D'dore'

Ginny felt her legs give out under her, and she barely managed to cling onto the counter to stop herself from falling to the floor. Dredging up all the fortitude and strength she had, she replaced the two bottles and pulled on the cover, which snapped back into place, leaving a perfectly smooth counter top. Feeling the tears form, she'd rushed back upstairs, any element of secrecy lost. Once back in her room she'd cried into her pillow, consciously rejecting the Harry Potter doll that had been her favourite cuddle partner.

She felt so betrayed, so hurt…

"Yes… it hurts doesn't it?"

The Voice came back in her head.

'Go away.'

"Ha! Go away? When it was you who invited me in?"

'I never invited anyone into my head! Now leave me alone! You're a lie! A fabrication of all those lies!'

"Hardly, my dear. Oh your 'dear' mother's potions strengthened me, but I've been here for years now…"

'No! Get lost!'

"Oh no, I'll be staying right here… after all, you welcomed me before, let me in…"

'Never!'

The Voice continued like she hadn't interrupted. "All those days of you pouring your soul into me… all I had to do was pour a little of mine back…"

'I didn't ever…' Ginny froze, eyes wide in horror.

"Yes… now you remember…"

'Tom…'

The voice now snarled, taking on a male tone.

"Tom Riddle is a name that no longer applies to me, wretch! I am, was, and always be, Lord Voldemort!"

'Get out, Get Out!' "GET OUT!"

Ginny gasped for air, her breathing ragged. The Voice was silent.

Then there was a knock on the door. "Ginny, you alright?" Her father's voice came through the door before he eased it open, looking in on her.

Fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "Daddy…"

Arthur Weasley was regarded by many as slow and easily duped. A man lacking a spine, easily distracted by his 'muggle obsession'. But he was not. He quickly stepped over to the bed, closing the door behind him, to sweep his daughter into his arms. Ginny burrowed into his neck sobbing as he held her.

After a few minutes she calmed a little, and Arthur allowed her to pull back a bit. "What is it?" He asked softly.

At first Ginny didn't speak, unsure as to how to tell him about Molly's meddling. And the whole business of having Voldemort in her head… Well, how does one explain that? In the end, she sighed before looking at him with redden eyes.

"Dad… I… I think I need to be examined at St. Mungos. We never… after first year…"

Arthur nodded slowly. He'd regretted not taking the time to ensure that his daughter was okay after her experience, but had trusted the Headmasters verdict. Molly had fully believed him, and had agreed that a visit to the hospital was unnecessary.

Ginny visibly steeled herself. "Dad… I think I've been… there's something left over from… then. In here." She pointed to her head. "And… I think…" She took a deep breath. "…I'm worried about what else may be wrong with me."

Arthur felt a headache come on. This was not turning out to be a good summer. Ron's decline was testing his patience, and with Molly fretting and worrying about Harry… and the uproar at the Ministry…

"First thing tomorrow, I'll take you to St. Mungos." He said softly. "I'll tell Molly that we're visiting the twins."

Ginny hugged him once more. "Thanks daddy."