A/N: Hello!

I'm sorry! I have five words to explain my lateness: "Christmas/shopping", "exams" and "no internet". I don't have to say much more…

Many of you hate me for my cliffhangers haha. Let me just warn you now, there will be even worse ones to come as the story goes on! Ye be warned…. ;)

As always, thank you so much for all of your reviews and suggestions. I'm sorry that I couldn't answer any of them, but I will try harder in the future! I take everyone's suggestions seriously and they are always on my mind when I write this story- I may use your idea, or a variation, but it may not always happen. They are all there though, written in a list for me! (No joke, I actually have a spotty book that has a big list in it about this story!)

Last chapter, I asked if anyone wanted me to write any one-shots linked to this story universe (key scenes you think I've missed or anything from their original future that you wanted to know about) and quite a few people have asked me to write about Harry and Ginny getting back together after the war. That is in the works and should be uploaded soon.

Any other one shot ideas? Send me a review!

Now lets find out what that other letter was about, shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Harry Potter series. That all belongs to the fabulous J.K Rowling and she deserves all of the credit. I only own the plotline and a yellow duck soap on a rope :D

Listening To: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

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All Aboard The Hogwarts Express

Later that night, Harry and Ginny lay in each others arms as they stared at the canopy above their bed. They were silent as they lost themselves in their own thoughts, thinking about tomorrow and their future. These thoughts had flittered about like butterflies in their minds but they were always pushed aside to make room for positive thoughts. When they were alone from everyone else however, they allowed those thoughts to roam free and stew in their minds, creating a heavy silence that flattened their souls.

Ginny sighed as she snuggled further into Harry's arms. "We're going back to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"Yeah."

They were silent again as images of their past flashed behind their eyes: the shredded tapestries that hung forlornly against the shattered brickwork that made up the halls and walls, the blood that stained the once-enchanted surfaces as a reminder of those who had spilled it, the scorch marks on every surface, the streaks of dead, burned grass that showed the horrors that once stood upon it and the Great Hall, filled with still, silent bodies as people crumpled with grief around their fallen loved ones….

Harry's grip on his wife tightened as they both shivered.

"What are we going to do?" Ginny asked after a moment. She wasn't facing Harry as he had her pulled comfortingly and tightly against his chest though that didn't mean that she didn't feel him stiffen in worry. She rubbed her hand along one of his arms as she waited for him to speak.

"I'm not sure, Gin. So much can change or go wrong." He frowned in the darkness, his mind going over everything he remembered from his fifth year at Hogwarts. Just because they knew what was originally going to happen didn't mean that things would go exactly as they had before. As Hermione had told them, they had already changed their future so much just by being here. What if everything went wrong? What if for some reason, they lost control? What if they failed to destroy the lost diadem Horcrux? What if they couldn't make the Ministry see the truth? What if Voldemort got hold of the prophecy? What if Sirius died?

Those questions swarmed around in his head like the birds Hermione had once sent at Ron; they twittered around his brain, demanding his attention all of the time. He sighed again and buried his head in Ginny's flaming hair.

"We can't keep on worrying about it, Harry," she whispered to him as she tilted her head slightly in an attempt to look at him. "If we keep on questioning everything in our heads, then we'll just drive ourselves insane."

"What can we do, though? We don't know for sure what is going to happen! What if we mess it all up?" he argued back with her, his voice slightly muffled by her hair. She sighed silently as she shifted around in his arms so she was facing him- which was not an easy feat considering how close they already were and the fact that her baby bump stuck out slightly. When she struggled to properly turn around Harry chuckled quietly and helped her before folding her in his arms and tucking her head underneath his chin. She smacked him half-heartedly at his amusement, but soon burrowed further into him causing both of them to sigh contentedly.

"We have a rough idea of what is going to happen," she began to explain, "So I say we just go with the flow. Besides, if we plan things then it's all going to go wrong, especially with your luck!"

"Hey! It's not that bad!" he protested. She just snorted in response. "So we just wait and see what happens?"

"Sort of. We should play it by ear." she shrugged in his arms as she stared into his worried eyes. "Things are going to change and we don't quite know what. We just need to go with it."

Harry stared at her for a moment before a small smile crept up on his face. "When did you become so wise?"

She grinned at him. "I was always wise- you were just too dim to notice." he laughed at her response and she hugged him closer.

"Don't worry so much, Harry. We'll tackle the toad together, and we'll win, just as we did before."

Harry sighed happily before he lowered his head to hers, his lips brushing softly against hers before they moulded together slowly and lovingly.

"I love you," he murmured to her as he pressed a kiss to her nose.

"Really?" Ginny whispered as she kept her eyes closed, feeling his lips brush softly against her cheek. "How much?"

"Oh, very, very much." he promised her as he pulled her closer to him so he could show her just how much his heart sang for her.

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A few hours later and Harry was still awake with Ginny curled into his side, her soft breathing tickling his skin as his hand ghosted down her spine. The talk they had had a few hours earlier had alleviated his fears somewhat but he still worried.

So much could go wrong and he didn't like the feeling that he could be taken by surprise. Sure, he hadn't known what was going to happen the last time around but now that he had the knowledge that he did, the fact that it could all go drastically different unnerved him.

He looked down at the person sleeping next to him and he couldn't help but smile. The last time he was fifteen he had pretty much ignored Ginny and they never spent anytime together. True, it wasn't entirely his fault- after all, how can you have a conversation with someone who constantly ran away after a few words?- but his heart still ached when he thought about it. Many a time over the years he had wished that he had noticed Ginny sooner, had noticed how beautiful she was with her pale skin and adorable freckles, her fiery red hair and her sparkling brown eyes…

He had never been very good at showing his affections after living in a house where the only time he was willing touched by others was when they wanted to cause him pain. He had always been wary of any kind of touch from people since then- the hugs from Hermione and Molly always left him feeling a little uncertain and trapped, and the occasional hand on his shoulder had caused him to flinch. His reactions were so small that no one noticed them and Harry had been fine, content even, to have as limited physical contact as he could.

Until Ginny that is.

When he had first started going out with her he had welcomed her touch, welcomed the way she would intertwine her fingers with his, welcomed the way she would occasionally run her hand through his hair, welcomed the way she would cuddle close to his side, welcomed the way her lips would caress his… Those small touches felt safe to him and made him feel at ease; he had loved every moment of it, even though he never realised it at the time.

Then Dumbledore had died. His stomach still twisted as he thought about when he had broken things off with her. He had felt like a cloud had hung instantly over him, like a permanent Dementor reserved just for his personal use. At the time he didn't understand why it hurt so much- he was only breaking up with someone he had been going out with for a few weeks, it shouldn't have felt like his heart was being twisted by a cold, merciless claw… That sickening feeling had lasted throughout the rest of the year when he had constantly been on the run, hiding from Voldemort and the rest of the wizarding population with a price on his head. He had found himself immersed in watching her name move across the Marauder's Map, hoping that she was safe, that she somehow knew that he was thinking of her and wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and never let her go again…

The intensity of those feelings had scared him yet he welcomed them as much as he had welcomed her. When they had finally gotten together after they had put their ghosts to rest after the war, he had felt so complete and so incredibly thankful that she could take him back after what he had done, after he had practically threw all of her affections back in her face. He had vowed to her and to himself that he was never letting her go again. And he hadn't.

Even when the media constantly hung around him, even when he was going through his Auror training, even when he had to go away on reconnaissance missions, even when they argued about the lack of time they spent together he had held on to her and held on tight. He proposed in an embarrassingly awkward way, he had married her in a ceremony he had never truly wanted just to make sure she was completely happy and he tried to make her happy each and every day they were together. He'd be damned a million times over if he was going to stop that now. So what if they had been sent back in time? So what if he no longer knew what his future could possibly hold? He still had Ginny and now a child, his child, by his side- two people who he can hold onto and love forever. No one was going to take that away from him, not now and not ever.

He looked down at his wife once more and slid back beside her. Her features were scrunched up in an adorably childlike way and his heart swelled with love as he brushed some of her hair from her face. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, revelling in the warm she provided as his mind slowly started to drift off…

A moment later, however, his peace was shattered as his head jerked slightly off his pillow with the force of a sudden thought: the letter.

Being very careful not to disturb his sleeping wife, he slowly removed his arms from around her and picked up his wand from the bedside table.

"Accio letter," He whispered as Ginny grumbled slightly next to him and moved closer to his side. The folded piece of parchment slid with the slightest rustle from the pocket of the jeans he had worn earlier before zooming swiftly towards him. He caught it in midair and slowly began to open it.

He couldn't believe he had forgotten all about it! He hadn't been able to read it earlier as everyone had been roped into another last minute cleaning of the rooms and then he had been forced to start packing his trunk with Ginny. The hustle and bustle of the occupants of the house had made him forget that he had slipped the extra parchment away from prying eyes earlier at the kitchen table; the letter had been carefully concealed within the envelope of the Ministry letter and that alone caused his instincts to flare- whoever had sent the letter had only wanted it to be for his eyes.

Slightly worried about who within the Ministry would send him a letter, his eyes darted across the page, taking in the painstakingly neat handwriting and the content of the letter.

Finishing with the flourished signature at the end, he let out a breathless chuckle of disbelief as the meaning of the words began to sink in. He carefully folded the letter up again before waving his wand and banishing it away. He then placed his wand on the bedside table before sliding down again next to Ginny and pulling her closer to him.

With a triumphant smile on his face, Harry Potter finally fell asleep, ready to face whatever the new future threw his way with his wife and child by his side.

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Dear Harry Potter,

I suspect that you are quite surprised to be receiving a letter from me, especially considering how our last meeting went. I also apologise for the secrecy of the delivery of this letter; I felt it would be better if we could keep this between ourselves. It was merely luck that Madam Bones asked me to personally send off an official letter to you.

You are probably wondering why I am contacting you- you may have offered me the option of asking for your help, but I cannot be sure if you truly meant it.

In the time between our meeting near the courtrooms, I have become aware of a few things within the Ministry itself that has concerned me. Your words from that day have stuck with me and I feel that you are the only one I can turn to for help, Harry.

I have seen decent and hardworking people be fired over minor disagreements and incompetent employees have been put into prestigious positions, based on the Minister's recommendations. Quite obviously this has concerned me, and I relayed my concerns to Minister Fudge. I can imagine you can guess how well that went.

I have been such a fool, Harry. I have thrown away my family for the chance to better myself. I have put myself in an environment where I have to mind my tongue and manners if I wish to remain- an environment I was blind to before you forced me to see the truth. I can see the corruption in the Ministry slowly seeping through around me, and I do not know what to do.

I will surely be fired soon. Not too long ago, I would have been devastated, but now it seems as some sort of blessing. I now realise how arrogant I have truly been.

I wish to ask you for your help, Harry. I wish to reunite with my family, to apologise to my mother, my father and my siblings. I am not as optimistic as you and I am quite sure that I will not be allowed that chance unless I have your help. I know I have not treated you fairly and I am sure you have heard terrible things about me lately, but I am desperate. I should never have thrown my family away and I regret it.

I understand if you do not wish to bother your time with me, but I sincerely hope you will allow me the chance to show how truly sorry I am.

If you feel you cannot help me, then I thank you, Harry- I thank you for opening my eyes and making me see what a fool I am before it became too late.

Your Sincerely,

Percy Weasley.

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"And you're sure it'll be safe?"

"Yes, Mrs Potter. It will be quite safe."

"And people won't notice?"

"No, Mrs Potter. People shall not notice."

Harry smiled fondly at his wife as she stood in front of Dumbledore with her hands on her hips and her lip being chewed off by her teeth. Dumbledore was smiling serenely at her and the rest of the family and Sirius and Remus were either smirking or chuckling under their breath.

"And it will-"

"Ginny," her mother interrupted her, "Professor Dumbledore can't say much more than he already has. The spells he has placed on you will be just fine. Now why don't you calm down and eat something before we have to leave for the train station?"

The soon-to-be mother threw her parent an irritable look before huffing and falling back in place next to a smirking Harry. She ignored his look and pulled her bowl of porridge and a plate of sausages towards herself.

"I just want to make sure this will work," she muttered to herself just loud enough for everyone to be able to hear her. "I feel weird and it best be worth it."

"I assure you Mrs Potter, no one shall notice any evidence of your growing child, nor shall any harm come to it." Dumbledore reassured her once more with a small smile on his lips. He had not long ago placed the protective spells on the young woman's ever noticeable bump and she had been fretting ever since. No matter how much he reassured her, he knew that she would not truly relax until she was surrounded by her peers and could clearly see that no one would notice her pregnancy. He cast one last look at the young couple and chuckled under his breath at what he found; Harry was sat next to his wife, a disgusted look on his face as he watched her eat spoonful after spoonful of what seemed to be porridge with a few pieces of sausage mixed in. No one else batted an eyelid at her choice of breakfast so the old man assumed that it was a common occurrence.

"Excuse me, Professor," Dumbledore was jolted out of his thoughts as he heard Hermione address him. "I was just wondering why you chose those two spells in particular."

He smiled at the teenager as he answered her, aware that most of the other occupants were listening as well.

"Well my dear, they seem to be the most effective for something as complex as this," he began to explain. "The notice-me-not charm will be sufficient enough to make people unaware of Mrs Potter's pregnancy for they will see nothing out of the ordinary. That is to say, they will of course see the evidence, but their minds will simply be unable to process and grasp the fact that Ginevra is several months pregnant. It will appear to be a small detail that is beneath their proper notice."

"So the charm will simply allow them to dismiss what they are seeing from their mind?" Hermione asked in a way that showed she was simply clarifying the point she had grasped. Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Correct, Miss Granger. The repelling charm that I have added as well is a variation of the muggle-repelling charm and works in a very similar way- it will cause anyone who isn't affected by the charm- such as the people in this room- to suddenly divert their attention away from Mrs Potter's stomach area and cause them to move away from her. I thought this was a rather good way to alleviate Mrs Potter's fear that someone would inadvertently harm her child." He concluded as he sent a reassuring smile in the red haired woman's way. Ginny smiled back, grateful that the old Headmaster had kept her fears in mind. Molly gently brushed her hand through her daughter's hair and Sirius winked at Harry, who rolled his eyes affectionately.

"See Gin-Gin," Fred teased her, "Everything is going to be just fine."

"So why don't you stop fretting," George added on, "and finish your sausage-porridge."

Ginny merely glared at them as she defiantly spooned another mouthful into her mouth.

"Err, Professor," Ron spoke up, turning red as the Headmaster and the rest of the room turned to look at him. "Why didn't you just use a glamour charm?" Dumbledore smiled encouragingly at him while Remus raised his eyebrows slightly.

"He has a good point, Albus," the werewolf pointed out as he looked expectantly at the old man. He was very aware of the eyes of the other people in the room, especially Harry's gaze- he had not spoken to the younger man since their argument in the kitchen not to long ago. The things that he had said about his own past had worried the Marauder and he had a lot of time to spend thinking about his actions- Tonks was no longer around as much and Sirius just seemed to shake his head at him when he thought he wasn't looking.

Noticing the slightly far off look on the man's face, Dumbledore answered Ron's question and pulled him gently back into the conversation.

"Glamour charms, by nature, are not supposed to last for very long- a few hours at most. If we were to use such a method to disguise Ginevra's pregnancy, then we would have to use multiple glamour charms that would have to be redone every few hours. Given the fact that we are trying to give the illusion that everything is normal, it would not be practical." the old Headmaster explained to the group. "It would also mean that we would not be able to place any protective charms over her as it would weaken the magic and cause it to wear off much quicker than it normally would; after all, a glamour charm can only alter someone's appearance, it cannot physically change the way you are." Hermione nodded along with the information as Ron's eyes widened- he hadn't thought of anything like that, he had just assumed that the Headmaster simply forgot that they were an option.

"As long as nobody recognises that Ginny is pregnant then we will be fine," Harry simply said before he drained the last of his tea. Molly immediately waved her wand and the cup soared into the kitchen sink.

"Everything will be just fine Harry. All Ginevra needs to do is to visit my office every two weeks so I can renew the enchantments," Dumbledore added as he stood up and adjusted his mauve and magenta robes. Harry and Ginny shared a brief glance- with Umbridge hanging around they were going to have to be especially careful.

"Leaving already, Albus?" Sirius asked in a slightly bitter tone. Remus shot his friend a look, knowing that the man's surly attitude was because of Dumbledore's refusal to let the ex-convict escort them to the train station in his dog form.

"Yea, Sirius. I have some pressing matters to attend to at the school. I shall see you all at the welcoming feast." and with a twirl of his flamboyant robes, the Headmaster was out of the kitchen and then out of the house.

"Well then, if you're finished you can get your trunks ready in the hall. We don't want to be late," Molly said as she turned to the sink to wash up. The twins rolled their eyes at her back before standing up and leaving the room. Ron grabbed the plate full of sausages and pilled a few more onto his plate, ignoring Hermione's pointed look. Harry squeezed Ginny's hand briefly before standing up and walking towards the quietly conversing Marauders.

"Sirius?" he asked causing his godfather's head to turn up to look at him. "Can I have a word with you? In private?"

"Sure, kiddo," he smiled before he stood up and, with a meaningful look towards the werewolf, he walked towards the kitchen door.

Harry went to follow him but paused briefly to touch Remus' shoulder reassuringly and briefly whisper in his ear.

"I'm not mad, Remus. Just make sure you don't keep her waiting long, she won't be around forever."

Ignoring the surprised look on his old teacher's face, Harry followed his godfather into the living room.

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"You okay?" was the first thing that Sirius said as the living room door shut after them. Harry sighed audibly as he ran a weary hand through his hair; he was pretty sure his godfather wasn't going to like the conversation they were about to have and neither was he to be honest. Deciding to get it out of the way, Harry said what he needed to straight away.

"Don't come with us to Kings Cross." he bluntly stated as he stood by the door. The time traveller watched with a heavy heart as Sirius' face changed from inquiring to purely shocked and then to a worryingly blank expression.

"Oh." was all he said. Harry licked his suddenly dry lips, wishing to hell that he didn't have to have this conversation. But when had the fates ever been kind to the Boy-who-Lived.

"I know it would be a good opportunity for you to get out of the house and stuff, but it could also put you in danger," Harry started to explained. He only got so far before Sirius began to brush off his words.

"I'll be in my dog form, it'll be fine," he shrugged as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the fireplace, his entire stance screaming defiance and forced nonchalance.

"No, it won't be fine," Harry carried on in a slightly exasperated tone- Sirius was already withdrawing away from the conversation and he wished that he would grow up enough to hear him out before he spat his metaphorical dummy out of the pram. "You'll be seen and recognised, Sirius."

Sirius snorted. "Oh yeah? By who?"

"Lucius Malfoy-"

"So? What can that Death Eater do about it?" Harry gritted his teeth together for a brief moment before he attempted to carry on explaining.

"It's not like I don't want you to come-"

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really! It's too dangerous, Sirius! Please, stay inside the-"

"Stay inside this place?" Sirius barked out a disbelieving laugh. "Of course, it's not like I've got nothing better to do. I've gotten quite good at being stuffed in here."

Harry frowned. "Sirius you know I don't mean it like that. I understand-"

"You? Understand? You've never been locked away, have you?" Harry opened his mouth but Sirius carried on over him as he pushed away from the wall, his face stony. "Don't worry about it, Harry. Just go off to school, I'll see you later."

Harry sighed yet again as Sirius moved towards the door, his whole demeanour strained and faked to make it seem like he wasn't bothered by their conversation though the raven haired teen knew his words had hurt him deeply.

"Sirius-"

"James wouldn't have minded." Sirius bit back at him as he opened the door. "Pity you aren't more like him."

And with that the depressed Marauder left the room, leaving a deeply hurt and frozen stiff Harry.

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They made it to the train station and onto the Hogwarts Express with no fuss or worries. Ginny had significantly relaxed once she saw that no one was gaping or pointing at her stomach and spreading gossip and she soon had a smile on her face, despite the downcast expression she saw on her husband's face. She didn't know whether it was because of his talk with Sirius this morning or if it was because of the whispering that had followed him since they had gotten on the train. Hermione and Ron had left for the prefect carriage as soon as they had boarded the train, leaving Harry and Ginny to spot Neville outside a compartment containing a familiar blonde haired girl.

"Hello Luna," Ginny greeted cheerfully as she opened the compartment door and dragged in her feather-light trunk. Harry put it up on the rack for her as soon as he walked in, a nervous Neville following him uncertainly. "This is Harry and Neville. Guys, this is Luna Lovegood, a friend of mine."

Harry smiled gently at his old friend- in the would-have-been future anyway- as he said Hello. Neville timidly waved.

"Hello Ginevra," Luna dreamily said, her eyes slightly unfocused, her usual butterbeer cork necklace around her neck and her wand behind her ear. "It is a lovely morning, isn't it?"

"Err, I suppose," Harry answered as politely as he could, a fond smile playing on his lips. He had missed Luna and her eccentricities recently; she was truly a great and loyal friend and her way of viewing the world was just what he needed to help him forget about this morning.

Ginny smiled as she lifted her legs onto the seat next to her. "How has your holiday been?"

"Oh, rather good. Daddy and I went to Sweden to look for signs of the Crumple Headed Snorkack. They like the cold you, see." She softly said as she stared absentmindedly out of the window. Neville sent her a baffled expression but seemed too nervous to actually say anything- he kept on giving the strange girl a few cautious looks. Harry hid a snigger and Ginny smiled at her friend.

"How was yours, mate?" Harry asked Neville. He was determined that this year he was going to bring Neville out of his shell a little. The boy had bloomed in to a likeable leader and Harry was unsure if he needed his friend to step up into that role again. He knew Neville could become the same man, he just needed some encouragement.

The shy boy instantly lit up.

"Oh it was great. Guess what I got for my birthday?" He asked. Harry raised an eyebrow teasingly at him as he answered the same as he had last time.

"Another remembrall?"

"No," he replied, not even noticing the slight joke. "I could do with one, though, I lost the old one ages ago…"

Ginny bit her lip slightly in order to not laugh as she watched her friend brag about his new Mimbulus Mimbletonia. She truly had missed him and seeing him get so excited over a new plant reminded her of when he had first been asked to take over Professor Sprout as the new Herbology Professor, just weeks before they had ended up back to this year. She hoped that things wouldn't change enough to stop Neville from following his passion- he had been so excited when he was asked to take the job and Hannah had told Ginny that he had celebrated for days on end.

"Neville, don't!" Harry's sharp warning snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked around to see Harry's hand enclosed around Neville's wrist as the round faced boy held the end of a quill towards the slightly wriggling plant. Slightly confused, she watched what was happening.

"Don't worry, Harry, it will only do something to protect itself…" Neville began to explain as he looked at Harry wide-eyed.

"Yeah, but…" Harry began as he tried to come up with a reason to stop Neville from prodding the plant; he did not want a face full of sap. "It looks like ti might burst any second and I don't want to be covered in any plant insides…."

Despite the fact that his excuse was pitiful and he had trailed off at the end, Neville nodded and put down the quill and the plant. Harry sighed out a breath of relief as Ginny giggled next to him, causing him to glare playfully at her.

None of them noticed a certain Asian Ravenclaw stop by the door and narrowed her eyes at the much-too-cosy (in her opinion) pair.

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The children had left to go to Hogwarts hours ago and during that time Sirius had holed himself up in his room. Molly had gone back to the Burrow to check up on things and it was only Sirius and Remus in the house. Remus knew better than to ask what Sirius what was wrong and so he didn't say anything as his old friend emerged back into the kitchen at tea time.

"There's something on the table for you," he pointed out as he sipped his tea, his eyes never leaving the copy of the newspaper that was spread out before him. Sirius grunted in acknowledgement as he sat down with his own cup and reached for the folded piece of parchment. On the front was his name written in the familiar scrawl of his godson. He swallowed against the feelings that gathered in his chest and throat as he opened his letter; he had spent hours thinking over their conversation this morning and he knew that he should have behaved the way he had nor should he have made that comment about James. By the time he had calmed down and wanted to apologise to Harry, they had already left for Hogwarts.

Wondering what reprimand the letter contained, Sirius read. Instead of feeling chastised, however, Sirius found his guilt and sorrow mounting as he read Harry's words.

Sirius,

Don't worry about this morning. I know you didn't mean to say what you did, you were just annoyed at being asked to stay inside. Being cooped up isn't good for you and I know that it will make you more reckless. I didn't mean to hurt you or make you angry earlier, I just knew what would happen if you came along this morning.

Don't even bother apologising, there is nothing to forgive. But if you could do me two favours, I will greatly appreciate it.

Send me the mirror that you were going to give me for Christmas. It'll make talking to each other easier this year as things are about to get more difficult very soon. Don't ask because I won't tell.

Don't try to floo me either- you'll get us both in trouble.

I'll see you soon,

Harry.

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A/N 2: There you go! Off to Hogwarts!

Oooo, Cho doesn't seem best impressed! More on that later!

Before anyone comments or asks, I am aware that Ginny is supposed to be dating Michael Corner at this point in the timeline and that will be addressed in the next chapter, I promise! I have a plan, my friends, so do not fret!

You finally know how Ginny's bump is going to be hidden- what do you think? A reviewer asked me not to use glamour charms and I agreed with them, so I came up with this. Do you like it?

How was Luna? In character? I don't quite remember how their actual train conversation went on, so I just kind of made it up….

And you finally know who the letter was off :P Bet you didn't expect that ;) I hope I got Percy in character. Please let me know if he wasn't!

The last part of the first scene makes me squirm haha. I have never written anything like that before, nor have I done a sort of fading to black kind of thing haha. First time for everything! I don't even see what I'm so panicky about…. It's practically nothing…. Meh, leave me to it lol.

The part where Harry reflects on his feelings about Ginny was done while listening to 'It Will Rain' by Bruno Mars- that song is the only reason why that part is in there, I actually didn't intend to write that at all. Ah, the power of music! So I am sorry if it is hopelessly romantic and out of character, but I like to think that Harry would have matured since he was a teenager… that's my excuse anyway!

Thanks to all of you who have voted on my poll and those who have answered my dilemma with your reviews. The winner was to have Harry have the detentions as he should still stand up for what he believes in. However, many people (it was quite close at one point) voted that he shouldn't have the detentions. So, I have come up with a compromise… that you won't know about until you read it! Haha, I am so evil! I can pretty much guarantee though that you will not see it coming! ;) You're welcome to guess though!

I'm slowly going to be editing my previous chapters to hopefully get rid of my many spelling mistakes and hopefully to make the characters seem more in character. The original story line will not change whatsoever, so it won't be necessary for you to go back and read it again as there will only be small and slight changes.

Review? Pretty Please? We are at 391 reviews! *looks slightly faint* Blooming heck! Lets see if we can definitely go past 400! ;) And for those who have story alerted and favoured this story- thanks so much! It's greatly appreciated and I would appreciate it even more if you could possibly review…. Even if it's just one word :D I know you're out there haha…

Thanks for reading!

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