"So we really are going with the whole 'down the memory lane' plan we thought of last night," Ginny asked, early in the morning. She had shared her medical diagnosis with him later last night after dinner and after she had stopped laughing about his encounter with the matron of Hogwarts. They had cuddled up in their bed, talking about how to go further with their mission of defeating the enemy.

As they had talked, they had felt the need to bring everyone up to speed about the future events. With all cognizant of it, what steps they needed to take would become clearer.

"It's the right thing to do," replied Harry, who was still sprawled on their bed. "I sent Dumbledore an owl yesterday to bring his Pensieve today at the meeting."

"Harry?" Ginny asked, "Exactly how much are we going to show them?"

"From the beginning of my fifth year to the end when Voldemort fell."

"Harry, that is a lot of memories."

"I know," he said simply in response.

Ginny whistled. "It is a good thing we're doing this after dinner. All those memories of 3 years - we will be in the Pensieve for hours!"

"I figured it will give us more time to prepare ourselves for the predicted onslaught of questions," Harry said.

Ginny nodded. She laid down on the bed beside her husband, resting her head on his chest. "Harry… we're really going to show them - you know - ?"

"The ones that we lost. Sirius already knows he died during the war, so does Dumbledore. Pretty sure, Remus expects himself too. No point in skipping around them," Harry said, "I know - it will be difficult for them to watch, but out of everything this will give them an idea about what the future could entail."

"And Fred?" Harry noticed the tiny wobble in her voice. "Can we not show them about him?"

"Why?"

Ginny took a deep breath. "Because it's different with him. I don't want to... to show them the reality where he was gone. The others know what lays ahead."

Harry understood. The Weasley family was yet unfractured and his wife wished to keep it that way. He could recall Molly expecting losing her family members in the upcoming war; atleast she hadn't encountered the boggart this time around.

"Ok," he said. "Anything else we aren't going to show them specifically?"

"Nothing that could influence their decisions - like showing Fleur, Teddy, the future wives and Weasley grandchildren. Remus and Tonks. It would give them a freedom of choice, and not make it seem as if it is what they're supposed to do. Even though, if it all works out, it could almost be the same future. Only… happier."

"And here was I wishing that I could show them the future Ron and Hermione. I want to project that moment when they decided was perfect to finally get together; also their wedding so badly, just so they couldn't reject the proof with their own eyes," Harry sighed in fake despair.

Ginny snorted. "Probably not a good idea. Knowing those two, they will then expect the other to make the move and will inevitably postpone it further."

Harry chuckled and hugged her tighter. "Glad we are not stubborn as they are."

Ginny lifted her head from his chest and planted a kiss on his cheek. "No, we are the perfect partners." Harry smiled at the description of their relationship.

She kept drawing circles on his chest, "We really need to make good use of this limited private time we have." Before Harry could continue, she exclaimed, "Oh! Don't forget about us - they should see how you were pining for me from afar and -"

He didn't let her speak, as he pulled her down on him and captured her lips with his.

Time passed, and whether it was a few minutes or an hour Harry did not know. They had just returned from their trip in the Pensieve. The Weasleys (excluding Percy), Hermione, Dumbledore, Sirius and Remus were the only ones present for this rare glimpse into the future.

The memories included Umbridge's reign, Dumbledore's Army, Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore's private lessons about Voldemort's past, Harry and Ginny dating, the failed-to-begin hunt for Slytherin's locket, Snape's apparent betrayal in the Astronomy Tower, the escape from Privet Drive, the trio's infiltration in the Ministry of Magic, the Silver Doe (Harry left out Ron's departure), Malfoy Manor, Gringott's break-in, return to Hogwarts, destroying the diadem and the cup, Snape's true allegiance, Dumbledore's whole plan, Harry's walk in the Forbidden Forest (for some reason King's Cross couldn't be seen), Nagini's killing and the final duel between Harry and Voldemort.

Memories after memories flashed by. It was sort of therapeutic for Harry himself to brave these three years filled with tragedies and some fortunes twice. This was loads better than retelling every single thing about their future; he was not so better with words. Ginny, even though, had heard all about it was taking in the journey her husband and all of her family members and friends had had. She had grasped his hand tightly watching him walk quietly and stoically to his death. The influx of memories ended with the jubilation of Voldemort's mortal body falling down on the stone-cold, battle-hardened floor of the Great Hall of Hogwarts in the morning of 2nd May 1998. Three years surmised in a flash of an evening.

The room was absolutely quiet. Nobody was speaking. Everyone was sitting again, either on the ground or on the couch or chairs. Nearly everyone's faces were pale-white, and held expressions of shock and disbelief. Harry understood that this dive into their memories was the first concrete proof of their future that they could see with their own eyes. Molly had tears running slowly down her cheeks, and Harry knew these hadn't been her first tears in the past few hours. She wasn't the only one quietly crying. Hermione too had tears running down her face. Ron quietly provided her support. The others too were taking comfort from the ones that were near them.

Harry broke the silence, "We tried to show you as much as we could, the important events leading to Voldemort's downfall. Obviously we couldn't show you everything, or we would have been in there for much longer.

"Sirius, Remus, I am deeply sorry you had to see that. I - I don't really know what else to say, because I feel that if it hadn't been for -" Harry didn't get to finish as the two Marauders crossed the room and engulfed him in a hug. Sirius crouched down to his level, "We are happy that you got to live the life you were always intended and deserved to."

To which Remus added, "And we'd now make it damn sure to give you and all the others the same future." They both patted his shoulders. Molly was the next to shook out of her reverie and gave her both children a tight embrace, with Hermione following behind.

"I am proud of you," said Arthur. The others nodded in agreement.

"Although we could have done without the front row seats to the whole dating sequence between you and our sister," joked Fred.

"Yeah, mate. Could have shown our wives instead," said George.

Several in the room laughed quietly. The tension had lifted a bit.

"I don't know about you, but I saw my beautiful wife," remarked Bill. "It was enough to put the clues together - the rings on our fingers, Shell Cottage."

"We were trying our best to keep big family events out of there. We forgot the little things. You guessed right," Ginny sighed.

Who?" asked Molly sharply.

"Oh, come now," Bill said, "Do you really want to know that? It would ruin the surprise for later!"

Harry saw Dumbledore sitting quietly on an armchair near the fireplace, though it wasn't lit. His face was pale, and Harry could see the telltale sign of his eyes being wet. He turned his head when he realised that he was being stared at. He quickly composed himself, "Harry. You have gone beyond what is defined by the characteristics of being brave and courageous. It has been my honour to know you."

"Except he set you up on a path of self-destruction."

The voice that rang out in the silence seemed unnaturally loud. It was hoarse, flat, hollow and accusatory.

Everyone's eyes flickered to Sirius, who in turn was staring blankly at Dumbledore.

"You knew," he said. "A fine way - "

"Sirius."

"Harry don't you see, how he has used you. And I can't believe myself when saying, Snape too. He has preyed on your unwavering instincts and Snape's defected loyalty and Lily's protection to mastermind a plan so complex, it's barely a luck Voldemort was even defeated in the first place."

Dumbledore swallowed hard and opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to work through the horror he felt and provide some sort of answer. "It was no luck. I had always put my trust in Harry, though too much at times. I know the error of my ways, - "

"Professor please. You don't need to apologise," interrupted Harry. He didn't want to relive the moments when he had viewed Snape's memories and the talk they had when he had died. "The only wrong thing you did was that you cared too much about me to tell me the truth. If I stand here, the largest contribution, if any, to me being alive goes to you."

Sirius gave a dry laugh, "Harry, haven't you comprehended yet the severity of the situation? He knew of the existence of that bastard's soul in you. Which could only be destroyed by killing you, at the hands of Voldemort himself. Now, don't tell me you are going to walk the same walk you did to destroy that piece again!?"

Dumbledore flinched and closed his eyes against his own tears.

Practically all of the occupants in the room hadn't got as far as to realise that Harry must die in order for the piece of soul to be vanquished. Such a cruel and sorrowful fate for a kind-hearted boy who had suffered his whole life. The realisation hit them like a bolt of lightning.

Ginny, whose fear was plucked out straight from her mind and heart was presented in front of her, didn't think she could stand it if Harry had to 'die' for a second time, regardless of the fact that he would probably come back to life… again. She looked at him, only to find him smiling.

"It doesn't exist anymore."

"How?" demanded almost everyone.

"In the future, the Horcrux no longer existed. Correct?" he asked everyone.

When the rest agreed, he continued, "Mine and Ginny's mind and souls were apparently transported back in time, along with our child, and into our younger selves." Harry said all of this in a tone that suggested that he thought it closed the matter. Ginny smiled softly at the words 'our child', but she had to admit, she was very confused.

"But that doesn't explain anything!" Molly complained loudly. The only person not to agree with her was Dumbledore.

"But it does! Think about it. My mind and soul, along with Ginny's were transported back in time and into our younger selves bodies, effectively causing the mind and soul's of our 14 and 15 year olds selves to cease to exist anymore. Therefore, as my soul was clearly my own in the future, the piece of Voldemort's soul no longer exists within me now."

Dumbledore nodded his head thoughtfully. "That is a rather splendid explanation for such a complicated situation."

"But it doesn't make sense!" Hermione interjected in frustration. "If we were to believe that this is true, where is your proof? You can't just create a theory and say it's true without some kind of evidence!"

Everyone turned to Harry expectantly.

"There is evidence, or many I believe. First of all, our baby is here with us," he punctuated his words by placing his hand on Ginny's stomach. Ginny's hand covered his own. "At this moment, the baby is a part of Ginny's mind and soul as she is still carrying the child within her. The second piece of evidence is that when we arrived here, remember how I fainted and the scar appeared on my chest. I think that was how the piece was destroyed."

He had pondered days over what had actually happened. At last he came to the conclusion that the whole thing was nothing but similar to what he had experienced in the forest. Though instead of Dumbledore coming to explain things like in King's Cross, it had been some vision of Voldemort, threatening him. The time-travel had resulted in a tussle between his future soul and the soul of a 14 year old Harry's, with the tainted one being finally driven away.

"Another proof is that I can't speak Parseltongue anymore. That is what happened in the future too."

The rest kept taking the information in, as Harry prattled on.

"And lastly, my scar does not hurt at all," he said, pointing to it.

Dumbledore, Sirius and Remus fixed the boy with piercing stares.

"What do you mean? It's been hurting a lot recently?" Remus asked frantically.

Harry nodded. "Practically every day since Voldemort's return. Or at least it did. It no longer hurts."

People had started to believe him now and silence once again rained supreme in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Are you certain Harry that he isn't aware of this Horcrux?" Dumbledore asked. "Or he feels that one is destroyed? We did destroy two in succession."

"Yes sir. I believe he counts on it. But by splitting away his soul numerous times and by living disconnected for so long, he and his body and soul are so far gone into Dark Magic, it seems to have created a numbness to feeling for him to detect that they may be in danger."

Dumbledore clapped his hands together and let out a laugh of glee. "So it was his own arrogance and ignorance that caused his downfall?"

"Yes, sir." Harry answered with a smirk of amusement at his mentor's reaction. "As for the one residing in me, it's gone. Though it does pose a problem for us." He explained seeing the confused faces, "Since the connection is broken, I can no longer see of feel him. We don't have an inside access to his dealings anymore."

"I think it's rather good news," stated Ginny, who'd rather have her husband free of his clutches.

"She's right Harry. Don't worry about that. Severus will have to do from now."

Bill then asked, "So he split his soul seven times. We have destroyed..,"

Harry helped by answering, "Four Horcruxes - Tom Riddle's diary, me, Slytherin's locket and the Gaunt's ring," ticking each one off his fingers. "The fifth one, Ravenclaw's Diadem at Hogwarts will be destroyed easily. That leaves two - the cup in the Lestrange Vault and his pet snake, Nagini."

The twins snorted.

"What's so funny boys?" Arthur asked them. Molly looked at them disapprovingly.

"Well, the thing is…" Fred started.

"Can you imagine…" George continued.

"Old snake face, wearing a great big necklace, a ring… "

"So much jewellery and a teenage diary and a pet -"

"And parading it around in front of his band of merry men?"

Their suggestion caused many people to laugh or snort at the imagery.

After a few moments, Dumbledore decided to get things back on track, "The cup seems to be difficult. Pity we can't employ your method."

The trio blushed, while Ginny and the others laughed, as they recalled seeing how they had broken into the bank. "I don't know, polyjuicing oneself and riding on the back of a dragon, seems pretty foolproof," said George, his twin nodding beside him, grins on both of their faces.

"The straightforward way is to grab a Lestrange and force them to get it out of the vault," said Remus.

Sirius barked a laugh, "That won't happen. There are only three surviving members of the Lestrange family - Bellatrix, her husband Rodolphus and his brother Rabastan. All three are in Azkaban and neither of those three will agree to help us, unless we use the Imperius. Of course, that is after we break one out of the prison."

"Won't a close blood relative be able to stake a claim to the vault?" asked Arthur. "I believe that Gringotts has a clause in their rules."

"It could happen, but not in the way we want to. Since no Lestranges are available, the closest blood relative is on Bellatrix's side, meaning the Blacks. She was the eldest of the three sisters, so the next in line would be Narcissa."

"Malfoy! Draco Malfoy's mother!" exclaimed Ron.

"What about Andromeda?" asked Harry, "Wouldn't she be able to place a claim to the vault? She is elder than Narcissa."

"No good. She was disowned by the Black family. She is barred from having inheritance from a prominent pure-blooded family, unless she is given access to the vault willingly by the current owner."

"But Sirius," Ginny began, "You were able to get this house and the Black vault, even though you are disowned."

Sirius' mouth twitched upwards in a smirk, "Regulus was set to inherit all this. I think the woman who is unluckily my mother didn't factor in his untimely death, leaving Regulus as the sole heir of the Blacks. She left no new will, so when she died, it all passed down to me. It also helped that I am the last surviving male Black, no one knows I was driven out of the family, at least not officially.

"Otherwise it would have gone to my cousin's pretty little son Draco, when he turns of age. I think Narcissa is counting on it."

The twins whistled, as Ron grimaced in disgust. "That family has sure spread its roots everywhere."

"You will find that that is exactly the reason of upholding Pureblood ancestry. I am glad that the decision to name Harry as my heir supersedes the old-fashioned laws," commented Sirius, nodding at Harry.

The resident Gringotts worker, Bill voiced his opinion, "I can only see Narcissa Malfoy getting the claim to inheritance. She has the perks of not only having ties to her birth family, the Blacks, but also being the wife of Lucius Malfoy, another 'prominent' pure-blooded family and who is well-connected to the Ministry, she would have no problems. The goblins would willingly entertain her request."

Everyone scowled.

"That's ridiculous," interjected Hermione. "That's not the law is supposed to work. What about the Ministry itself? They could seize the vault under the guise of criminal procedure."

Bill contemplated before answering slowly, "I mean, technically yes. The Ministry has the right to do that. It would take days. However, we need a superior Ministry head to begin with. The goblins require a representative. If not Fudge, someone similar in position - Madam Bones for instance, she's the head of DMLE. The Head Auror, Rufus Scrimgeor, I believe he is the current head of office would work too. But they would need reasons to start the proceedings and with the current administration of Fudge, it seems difficult. Even if we did that, this won't remain a secret and You-know-Who and Malfoys would storm down on us, the moment they hear this news. Then it could perhaps lead to Malfoys successfully claiming the vault, since theirs is the first name on the list of potential successors."

"Also, both the species are wary and suspicious of the other - the humans, mainly the Ministry and the goblins. It would take combined efforts of both the parties to do it rightly," stated Remus, who was well-aware of the prejudices prevalent on both sides.

"So, all the vaults belonging to imprisoned Death Eaters are left to rot? The goblins can do what they please with them," asked Ron.

"Well yes," answered Bill. "Goblins won't voluntarily bring this to the notice of the Ministry. Remember, they have no interest in our affairs. That way, they can take great pleasure when we initiate the first contact them regarding the unused vaults. Until then, Gringotts functions as it always does, uses the gold for investments and other purposes."

"Another reason is that both the Black and Lestrange vaults were used to fund Voldemort's activities. Malfoy and other Death Eaters must have kept them away safe from the spoils of the last war until the time should come for Voldemort to return to power again," said Sirius.

Dumbledore gave a long sigh, "I had recommended to start working on relations between different species and the wizardkind after Voldemort first disappeared. Unfortunately, they fell on deaf ears. The Ministry would rather be at disadvantage than ask for help and be associated with others, like the goblins."

This was proving to be a huge headache, Harry thought. It had taken a new regime led by Kingsley Shacklebolt born fresh out of the remains of the war to make the necessary changes in antiquated laws and procedures of the wizarding world.

"This will take time and meticulous planning to resolve," said Dumbledore. "We will need to talk this with the other members."

"That remains the snake," said Ginny.

"I believe Voldemort will start sending her on surveillance missions. That could be the opportunity for us to strike her down," said Harry.

"It's like chess," said Ron abruptly. When everyone stared at him, he explained, "There are two sides, us and the bad guys. Both are moving the pieces, crafting the strategies. But we know what the sort of moves they are going to make, how to corner us. We can use this to our own advantage."

"Very aptly described, Mr. Weasley. Minerva would be proud of your analysis as a chess player," praised Dumbledore, causing Ron's face to go red. Hermione had a pleased look on face; Harry and Ginny had to suppressed their smiles, as they knew she wanted to praise him too, but had restrained herself.

"Well said, Ron. We had anticipated Voldemort plotting things to tighten his hold on us. Now we know from Harry's memories. He has sent envoys to giants, started gathering supporters from the inside," remarked Remus.

"Exactly. We know the Death Eaters who are roaming freely - Malfoy, Crabbe, Nott, Goyle, etc. The Order members can in the meanwhile start tailing them," suggested Sirius.

"We can inform the Aurors slyly about making regular rounds to Azkaban to check on the Dementors. It's better to stop the Death Eaters there at the prison itself than have them free," said Harry in what Ginny would call his Auror mode.

"What about us?"

"What are we to do?"

Nothing!" snapped Molly at her twin sons. "You are to return to school. Focus on your studies, you have your OWLS and NEWTS coming up. Fred and George, so help me if you two took a leaf out of your future selves by hopping onto brooms and leaving your education unfinished - "

"Forget You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters," interrupted Fred, "We have to start making pranks and disturbances to survive this school year, now that dear old mum knows. Right George?"

"Right Fred. No offense Professor Dumbledore."

"Not at all," replied the headmaster. "Though I wouldn't mind you making the others aware of Voldemort's return on the side."

"Albus!"

Everyone laughed at the antics.

"Can't we use the Pensieve to show the Ministry about You-Know-Who's return?" questioned Charlie, who stood near the magical basin, skimming his fingers alongside it. "They need proof right? Here it is."

"I have often thought about it. A Pensieve is a very rare and powerful magical item. Not everyone can successfully recreate memories to examine and sort thoughts and ideas, and very few wizards have the ability to do so or even extract them out of others' minds. Naturally, what one doesn't understand and control, is of course wary of such things. Fudge will justify it in his own twisted way, in order to deny our claims.

"Even Veritaserum or Truth Potion has its limitations. Some wizards and witches can resist its effects while others cannot. Another problem is that the person in question can state what only they believe to be true, so the person's sanity and perception of reality are also factors in during interrogations. Therefore, while the drinker's answers are sincere, they are not necessarily true."

"So the only way is to bring Voldemort out in the open, like in Harry and Ginny's future," despaired Sirius. "Alone that can have catastrophic consequences."

The occupants were in deep thought, until the chime of the clock was heard.

"It's getting late," said Molly.

Dumbledore took their leave, promising to give the matter a thorough consideration. One by one the residents of 12, Grimmauld Place bid goodnight. Molly began cleaning the room, while Arthur waited for her. When Harry signaled that he will be up in a minute, Ginny shook her head in partial exasperation. She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear sultrily, "Don't keep your pregnant wife waiting," and briefly nibbled his ear.

Harry felt a tingling going through his entire body, as he watched her leave the room. She would be the death of him someday.

"Do you need something dear?" Molly asked.

Harry shook himself out of his daze, only to see his parents-in-law looking at him in amusement. He cleared his throat, willing his face to lose his blush.

"Uh nothing really. Is it okay ... I uh actually wanted to talk to you both."

The couple looked at each other and then seated themselves at the table, gesturing Harry to a chair.

"What is it, Harry?" asked Arthur, kindly.

Harry had no idea how to begin. But he did start somewhere, "It's just, Ginny's pregnant." As if they didn't know. "I wanted to - "

"Oh Harry. We know," Molly patted his hand. "We were wondering whether you would like to, perhaps ask for advice. I don't know how much our future selves were involved."

"Fatherhood can be very daunting and intimidating at first, but the moment you hold your child, every single doubt and nervousness flies out the window," said Arthur, with a flash of remembrance passing in his expressions. He was probably recalling the moments when he had held his six sons and a daughter.

Harry looked down at the table, casting a backward glance in his mind, when Ginny had told that he was going to be a father. The anxiety had settled in after they had had their celebrations. He was going to have a small boy or girl calling him 'Dad'. A word that couldn't be more foreign to him. Sure he had some father figures - Hagrid (more of a friend), Sirius (in a way he was perhaps, but an elder brother more), Dumbledore (an odd uncle-grandfather, but still). Remus and Arthur were the most he looked up to, when he was imagining himself with his baby. Even Andromeda had once said that Teddy was his own son. But at the end of the day, his baby would remain with him, have his last name and traits and characteristics. That scared him more.

"That is what you wanted to ask about dear," asked Molly.

Harry gulped. "I know it must be weird for you both as parents. I mean, I should have had a talk with you sooner."

"If you mean to ask for our permission, I think it's late or rather very late, lad," stated Arthur coldly.

Harry felt his stomach drop. With the way Arthur had said, he wasn't sure if he approved of his match with his only daughter. His confusion must have shown on his face -

"Oh Arthur, do stop teasing the boy!" Molly lightly swatted her husband.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself," said Arthur jovially, his blue eyes twinkling in mirth. "It's just, not only I didn't get the chance to scare my only daughter's boyfriend before her marriage, but also she chose someone who is perfect in every way, both to her and to our Weasley family, that it's impossible to take the mickey."

Harry's face flushed red.

"Really Harry. We couldn't be more happy about this. We were a bit concerned about this time-travelling situation first -"

Arthur took her hand in his, "But now we are confident and have faith in both of you."

"You have always been a family even before your match with our daughter," said Molly. "We are glad to have you as our son-in-law, though you are more of a seventh son to us. And we have no doubt that you will be a wonderful father."

Somehow, Harry stammered out his thanks.

"Anything else you wish to say, dear?"

"Uh, yes. You and all the others who know our secret are being so understanding, and I am afraid to think - "

"What the others will say?" finished Arthur. "People talk. They will, seeing you appear as teenagers. But we mustn't pay attention to them. Not when we know everything is alright."

"But they can be quite disconcerting, even downright nasty," said Harry. It didn't matter when people pointed fingers at him, wrote disparaging articles about him; but when it came to his family, he felt a fury of anger.

"Don't worry about that dear. We are here for that," said Molly. Arthur nodded beside her. "Now, it's getting late. Off to bed with you."

Harry wished them goodnight and practically skipped up the stairs, coming to a halt as he saw Ginny standing on the doorway of their room.

"Done?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"I thought you were tired. Something keeping you up?" he teased back. "Or is it someone?"

"A messy black-haired, green-eyed husband. Seen him? He rather spends time taking permission from my parents, as opposed to having a private time with his wife."

"Sounds like an idiot."

"But he's my idiot." She stepped forward, wrapping her hands behind his neck, "It was so hot to see you in Auror-planning mode today. I - "

"Ugh!"

Ginny groaned and rolled her eyes, as they broke apart to see Ron standing on the foot of the stairs, disgruntled. "You know, your room is right there," he said shortly.

"It's past your bedtime Ron. What are you doing up?" retorted Ginny.

"There was some treacle tart left at lunch. I was just going down to -"

"Then be on your way."

Ron scowled at his sister and then turned to Harry, "Want to help me finish it off, mate?"

"You don't need Harry or anyone else to gobble down more food," said Ginny and shoved him down the stairs. They could hear Ron grumbling on his way down about 'best mates' and 'little sisters who steal best mates'.

"Your other wife has an inopportune luck of interrupting us every time," said Ginny.

"My other wife, eh?"

"He's jealous of me," Ginny mimed wiping a fake tear and pouted. "He doesn't want to share you with me and he always requires your complete attention."

Harry gave a big laugh at her theatrics. He gently pushed her into their room, closing the door behind him, he said with a straight face, "Well, remind me to give my second wife more attention."

"Lucky me," she whispered.

"Wait - what! I am your second wife. I knew it, Ron is your true -"

He picked her up, ignoring her squeals of delight and laid her down on the bed.

"I love you, Ginny."

Her eyes softened and they contained so much love and adoration that made Harry's heart skip a beat.

"I love you too Harry."

Nothing.

He could no longer reach out to that hidden window into his enemy. He had been stealthily inching towards him, with the goal of dominion of his mind. But days had passed, since he could even feel an inkling of his thoughts or, as disgusting it was, his emotions.

He felt wrong footed. After all the information he had gathered from various sources ...

Something was amiss.

It was time to get answers.

With wand aimed at the Dark Mark, he ordered his one Death Eater to appear before him.

"Severus Snape," Lord Voldemort summoned.

The symbol turned jet-black and flared.

Author's Notes :

You didn't think that I forgot about Voldemort now, did you? ;)