A/N - a quiet week at work meant this chapter is slightly earlier than anticipated and even with the re-writes, I am still a bit unsure about it. Oh, and its quite long (over 5000 words - sorry). And, well, Ginny isn't very nice - but she will be! Eventually. Anyway, I hope you enjoy
Chapter 2 - The Wedding
The rest of week was pretty surreal for Harry; knowing he had a Horcrux hiding under the floor board beneath his bed being one of the main reasons. Sitting in the gloom of Grimmauld Place reading copious amounts of advice on how to kill others in horrific ways didn't help. Neither did the impending sighting, perhaps even meeting, with Ginny at The Burrow within the next couple days - in fact, that was the worst.
As the wedding loomed closer, Harry's constant inner dialogue about what he was going to do when he saw Ginny again pretty much drowned out all other thought. Which was why he wasn't paying attention to Ron late Thursday night as the redhead vented about his day at The Burrow - it was only when the words 'Harry' and 'Ginny' registered through Harry's befuddled mind did he pull himself out of his mental tirade to concentrate on what his friend was saying.
"…and you too, Hermione," Ron ended, lying flat out on his bed, looking exhausted.
"What?" Harry asked, making Ron look at him suspiciously.
"I said," Ron said patiently, "that Ginny is in a real foul mood and that you and Hermione better stay clear of her on Saturday."
Harry stared at Ron from his desk (where he had been pretending to read) before dejectedly dropping his head, trying to hide from his friends what he was feeling. He told himself that Ginny had the full right to be angry at him, that he had broken up with her just when their relationship was really getting underway. But she had accepted his decision so easily, he had hoped they could still be friends - after all she is his best friends sister and her and Hermione are friends as well…
"Just a minute," he said, looking back at Ron, "why is she mad at Hermione?"
"I don't know," Ron grunted, "I stopped listening after a while. I think it's because you told her to clear off but let Hermione come with you. She's pretty angry with me too."
"I thought this might happen," Hermione said softly, shaking her head as Harry turned to her.
"You did?" he asked, "why?"
"Because she wants to be with you Harry," Hermione replied knowingly, "and she's not. Instead of her, your girlfriend, being at your side, her brother and friend are. Ginny's jealous."
"Jealous?" Harry questioned, puzzled.
"Yep, that sounds about right," Ron said tiredly, not even opening his eyes.
"I…I don't understand," Harry said, confused, "she said that one of the reasons she liked me was because I needed to do this, to go after Voldemort. That's what I'm doing…"
"But she thought you'd be doing it alone," Hermione continued, closing the book she had been reading and standing up from his bed, giving him a small smile, "I don't think she would have let you go so easily if she knew we would be with you. And on that note, I'm off - see you both tomorrow." Before Harry could say another word, she was gone.
With a frustrated groan, he thumped his head down onto the desk and closed his eyes. What was he going to do? Ginny hated him because he said no to her and in the next breath said yes to his best friends who, it seems, have been tarred with the same brush as him. Maybe he should've said yes to her? Maybe he will say yes to her, on Saturday. Would it be such a terrible thing if she joined them? He was already putting Ron and Hermione in danger, what was one more person he cared about…
"You can't let her come along," Ron said, breaking the silence. Harry opened his eyes and looked over at the bed to see Ron looking directly back at him, "I know you're thinking about it, but you can't. She's my baby sister Harry, and the only girl mum and dad have. If something happened to her…"
Ron didn't need to finish his sentence, he didn't have to - Harry understood. The Weasley's had given him so much already, he couldn't ask them to give them their only daughter. With a sinking heart he realised that no matter what he wanted, no matter how much it hurt or how much she felt for him - he and Ginny were definitely not meant to be.
Although Harry knew the option to get back together with Ginny was now firmly out of reach, and that she would probably not want to talk to him ever again anyway, he still found his brain consumed with what he was going to do if - no, when - he would see her. Numerous scenarios played over again and again in his mind as he sat with Hermione at Grimmauld Place the following day, trying to read a book on a history of worthwhile executions. Suddenly, he heard a book slam shut and with a start, he looked up at her, who looked back with an amused smirk.
"That got your attention," she said with a laugh, "I called your name three times, and you totally ignored me."
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"Are you al…" Hermione started.
"I'm fine," Harry interrupted, giving his standard response.
"Right," Hermione said with a smile in her voice, "well, that must be a really interesting page then, because you've been staring at it for the last half an hour."
"I don't really want to talk about it," he said a bit more tersely than he intended before closing his book angrily and throwing it back into the 'waiting-to-be-read' pile.
"Fair enough," Hermione said briefly before continuing to read.
Harry looked at her in frustration, not used to her backing away from probing him on how he was feeling at the exact time he really wanted to talk to her about, well, how he was feeling.
"Is that it?" he shot at her, "you're going to leave it there?"
"You said you didn't want to talk about it Harry," she said sweetly, looking at him from her book, "and if I've learnt anything over the past six years, it is not to force you to talk about your feelings and emotions so, I'm not. If you want to talk to me about Ginny and what you're going to about seeing her tomorrow at the wedding, you will. You know I'm always here to listen." She looked at him for a moment before once more returning to her book.
Harry just continued to watch her, his mouth hanging slightly open. He had wondered why she hadn't badgered him the last few weeks about Dumbledore's death and had thought it was just the remnants of her less-than-perceptive attitude with regards to him that had plagued them throughout the previous year at Hogwarts. It seemed, however, she had decided to give him the space that he always thought he needed which he had to admit, felt a bit weird - now he had all this space, all he really wanted to do was talk.
"I don't know how I'm going to handle seeing her tomorrow," he said finally, his voice small, "especially if she hates me."
"I don't think she hates you Harry," Hermione said back, putting her book down, "if she hates anyone, I think it's more likely it to be me…"
"Why?" he asked, surprised, "I thought you two were friends?"
"I think our friendship has been sorely tested these past few months what with one thing or another," Hermione continued sadly, "it seems we both want to take care of you, and well, we didn't quite see eye to eye on how that should be done."
"You talked about me?"
"Of course we did silly," she laughed, "we're girls!"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing incriminating, don't worry," Hermione continued, frowning slightly, "actually, we really haven't talked that much after the whole 'don't start acting like you understand Quidditch, you'll only embarrass yourself' comment."
"After the mess with Draco…" Harry said thoughtfully.
"Right, after the mess with Draco," she repeated, watching him.
"I can't believe you two have been fighting over me," Harry continued, thinking out loud.
"Not 'over' you Harry but about you, there is a difference," Hermione grinned before letting her smile fade as she continued, "I think the main problem is Ginny knows how close I am to you and that you have told me things that you haven't told her. She saw me as a threat - it would take a very strong friendship to survive that. Ours wasn't that strong."
"So," he said, desperate to get away from his embarrassing 'fighting over me' comment, "you can't be looking forward to tomorrow either, then."
"No, not particularly," she sighed, "and it isn't just because of Ginny…"
"Do…do you mean Ron?"
"Ron?" Hermione looked sharply at Harry, "what do you mean?"
"Well, aren't you two together?"
"There is nothing going on between Ron and I," she snapped, blushing crimson and returning to looking at her hands.
"I don't mind, you know, if you go…"
"There is nothing going on between Ron and I" she repeated, "never has been and never will be."
"What was all the rubbish with Lavender and McLaggen and…everything else, then?" Harry shot out before he could stop himself, "and all that bickering…"
"We fight because he annoys me not because of some stupid 'sexual tension' nonsense," Hermione spat, "I couldn't believe it when Ginny told me that! Who would believe a couple that constantly find fault with each other could ever be happy? That's just…mental."
The use of one of Ron's favourite words brought a smile to both Harry and Hermione, who finally lifted her head and returned looking at Harry.
"So, what was the deal last year then?" he continued, still interested, "I mean, you must admit you were acting pretty weird."
"I know," she sighed, "but, well, it's complicated. Let's just say Ron and I have talked, sorted a few things out and have mutually decided that it would be better just to remain friends. Which, in a round about way, brings us back to the wedding and you dealing with Ginny."
"Right, Ginny," he said, before sinking his head into his hands, "maybe I should just not go…"
"You have to go Harry," Hermione said, shocked, "you promised Ron!"
"Yeah, I know." They both sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
"It will be strange," Hermione finally said quietly, "to see everyone together but…but Professor Dumbledore won't be there."
Harry had been so lost with how he was going to deal with Ginny, he had forgotten that it will be the first time his headmaster would be absent from a gathering he usually would've attended. The loss once again hit him full on, making him turn his head away from Hermione.
"I miss him," he said just as quietly, looking back at her when she took his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, seeing that her eyes had glistened over with unshed tears.
"I know, so do I," she smiled briefly at him, "whatever happens tomorrow with Ginny or…or anything, I'll be right by your side, you know that don't you? We'll get through this Harry."
"Together?"
"Together."
Which is why the following morning he was standing patiently outside her bedroom door, waiting for her to come out so they could go to Mrs Figg's and Floo to The Burrow. Ron had already gone earlier to help place the final touches and if Harry and Hermione didn't leave soon, they were going to be late.
He was just about to knock on the door to tell her to hurry up when it opened and Hermione came blustering out.
"Oh God, we are so late," she groaned as she walked straight past Harry and down the stairs, "I'm so, so sorry Harry! Things took a lot longer doing them on my own. I finally decided to give up on the hair all together…I must look a fright!"
Harry followed her in stunned silence thinking that she didn't look a fright at all - in fact she looked quite pretty. Her discarded hair was lose and as unruly as ever, though the frizz somehow looked more like ringlets covering her shoulders and upper back, which was bare - her dress a purple halter-neck that hugged her torso but flowed gently around her knees. Seeing her all dressed up reminded him once again that his best friend was indeed a girl.
"Omph," he grunted as he ploughed unceremoniously into said girl, who had stopped abruptly at the foot of the stairs. Peering over her shoulder, he saw the reason why - Dudley had just come out of the living room and was blocking their way as he stared at Hermione, who intern just smiled.
"Hi Dudley," she said as she righted herself, smoothing down unseen creases in her dress.
"You look beautiful," Dudley breathed, still not moving.
"Why, thank you," Hermione replied hurriedly, "we're off to a wedding and we are awfully late so we better dash. Bye."
Manoeuvring around the still immobile Dudley, she opened the door and began walking quickly down the road. Harry followed suit, but not before giving his cousin a 'keep your eyes off of her' glare and pushing him out of the way so he could catch up with the rapidly disappearing Hermione.
"He's right you know," Harry said as he finally caught up with her.
"What? Who?" she replied, sparing him a quick look.
"Dudley. He was right," Harry continued, "you do look beautiful."
They stopped outside Mrs Figg's gate and she looked at him, giving him a shy smile.
"Thank you Harry," she blushed, "and I must say, you look rather dashing yourself."
This time it was Harry's turn to blush as he quickly looked himself over - black dress pants, a dark green shirt and his dress robes draped over his arm for later (it was blistering hot and knew that a cooling charm will be coming in very handy as the day progressed). He had also given up on his hair and was aware that it stuck out at all angles - but looking dashing?
"Er…"
"Oh, come on!" she laughed before grabbing his hand and dragging him up the path to Mrs Figg's house. Within moments Harry stepped out of the hearth at The Burrow to a waiting Hermione and a flustered Ron.
"Cutting it a bit fine, aren't you?" Ron asked tersely.
"Totally my fault," Hermione replied before Harry could say anything, "how's it going?"
"Don't ask," Ron continued, leading them out into the garden, "Fred and George were nearly banned after being caught spiking the pre-wedding punch with Firewhisky - mum is rope able. The gnomes are making a come back, one of Fleur's aunts has been sick already and Ginny has been a right cow. All in all, a fun morning. Save me a place will you? I shouldn't be too much longer." And without waiting for a reply, he dashed away.
Harry looked around the unrecognisable garden that was now adorned by masses of flowers, seats and an alter of some sort. He recognised many of the faces in the crowd, which had more than the usual number of redheads, though many in the row they were shuffling past were strangers. Hermione was heading for the spare seats next to Remus and Tonks, which Tonks had saved, left a chair (explaining it was for Ron) and just barely had a chance to say hello when the crowd quietened in anticipation. Harry followed suit and let his eyes drift to the small group of men standing at the alter.
Harry recognised the oldest Weasley brothers - Charlie standing next to the scarred Bill who was looking both happy and nervous at the same time. The third man Harry didn't know and assumed it was a friend of Bill's from work. An official looking wizard also stood with the male wedding party, doing the role Harry knew was meant for Professor Dumbledore. Harry swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.
Luckily, he was distracted as Ron squished his way past him to get to the seat next to Hermione. Howeve, just as the agitated Ron went to sit down, the music started and everyone stood making him stop midway and, with a frustrated groan, remain standing.
Harry turned towards the rear of the garden to look for the bride along with the rest of the guests, and instead saw Ginny leading the way down the aisle, only faintly aware of Fleur and Gabrielle following right behind her. She was wearing a shimmering dress of gold that clung to her curves, proving to Harry just how much she had grown up. Her blazing hair was pulled up into a knot at the base of her neck with fine wisps framing her face. Harry was lost in her, her beauty consuming all other thought and with a heart that he was sure couldn't beat any faster, his eyes followed her until she stood opposite her brothers at the alter.
He sat when everyone else sat but was totally oblivious of all going around him. He didn't hear what was being said and didn't even really notice the bride and groom - all he saw was her. He started to remember the time they spent together, how fantastic she had made him feel and how he wanted to be with her so much.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hermione move, breaking him out of his spell. Turning to her, he was surprised to see her trying desperately not to cry only to fail miserably. He took her hand that lay in her lap to give her the same type of comfort she had been giving him over the last week, squeezing it slightly. She turned to him and gave him a watery smile, which he returned, before looking back to the ceremony taking place in front of them.
Harry's eyes went straight back to Ginny and was surprised to see she was looking at him, angrily turning away when she saw him looking at her. The hostility on her face caused Harry to frown, barely noticing the wedding coming to an end and the new Mr and Mrs Weasley now kissing to the applause of the guests.
With the crowd dispersing to partake in the food and celebrations, Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way to a quiet corner of the garden, excusing themselves from Remus and Tonks when they were sidetracked by some member of the Ministry. Grabbing some food and drinks on the way and ignoring the often false condolences aimed at Harry with regards to Professor Dumbledore, the three of them sat down on the rug Hermione conjured up, each lost in their own thoughts - Harry still stuck on the look of anger on Ginny's face.
"Here comes Luna," Ron warned after a few moments before taking another swig from his butterbeer, Harry turning to see the blond head their way.
"Why is Luna here?" he asked curiously, noticing that she was wearing the same dress she had worn to Slughorn's Christmas party last year, its spangles catching the sun so she looked like a walking pile of fairy lights.
"It seems she and Fleur got on well during the Triwizard Tournament," Ron answered, "Fleur invited her." Harry just nodded as Luna stopped in front of them.
"Beautiful ceremony," she said dreamily, sitting gracefully down next to Hermione, "they must have had lorts bless them last night. Do you want to get married Ronald?"
"Er," Ron replied, clearly flustered while Harry and Hermione hid their smiles, "I guess, one day, when I find the right…"
"I don't know if anyone will marry me - boys think I'm strange," Luna continued in her scarily frank way, "how about you Hermione? Do you want to get married? Harry?"
Harry was still lost with thoughts of Ginny and Luna basically asking Ron to marry her that he thought she had just asked whether Hermione wanted to marry him - he must have misheard.
"I don't know if I'll ever get married," Hermione replied with a smile, "boys seem to think I'm strange too, Luna."
"I think you'll find a husband quite easily Hermione," Luna breathed, "Harry?"
"What?" he asked, feeling extremely confused.
"Will you ever marry?" Luna repeated as if talking to a child.
"Er, maybe," Harry stammered, "if I survive…"
"Harry!" Hermione admonished but stopped before saying anything else, her eyes focused just over his right shoulder. He turned to see what she was looking at and saw a furious Ginny storming her way to where they were sitting.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered, "here she comes."
Scrambling to his feet, Harry tried to compose himself, feeling Hermione take a deep breath and standing to his left while Ron stood defiantly at Harry's right. Luna rose nonchalantly and made her way to Ron, standing just behind him her eyes glazed and unfocused.
"I believed you," she started without preamble, her hands on her hips and eyes blazing, "I believed that you were scared for my safety and that was why you didn't want me to come with you!"
"That was why I didn't…"
"Then why is she there!" Ginny yelled, indicating Hermione, "what makes her so bloody special that she can be with you but not me?"
"Ginny…" Hermione began.
"Don't you dare talk to me!" Ginny interrupted with a snarl, turning on Hermione so they were practically face to face, "you stringed my brother on for three years before stomping all over him on your way to Harry! I can't believe I let you give me advice on how to attract him when the whole time you were trying to get him for yourself!"
"Ginny, just stop," Hermione said calmly, "you're embarrassing yourself. Harry and I are not together, Ron and I were never together and…"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Ginny screamed, "I've seen you! You and him holding hands, staring at each other - are you trying to tell me that there is nothing going on? I bet Harry sneaks off to your room once Ron's asleep for a bit of…"
The noise of Hermione's hand slapping Ginny's face seemed to echo around the garden and anyone who hadn't been listening into the shouting match now were.
"Don't you dare," Hermione seethed, her face steely, "don't you ever insinuate that I would betray either Ron or Harry like that. Our relationship goes further than just a quick snog. Besides, I would never lower myself to your level by thinking…"
"So now you're above me?" Ginny interrupted, sneering, "don't give me that rubbish! I was there when you came up with your wonderful plan to make Ron jealous by snogging McLaggan, Miss High-and-Mighty. You've used boys just as much as I have."
"I must admit, that wasn't my finest hour…" Hermione replied, a little contritely.
"Not your finest hour? Now that's funny! It was a year, a year of trying to get my brother to like you! I don't believe this, a few short months ago, you were pinning over Ron - oh how quickly you've turned…"
"What happened between Ron and myself is between us and I don't have to explain anything to you," Hermione continued in a very controlled manner, "you have stood here and accused Harry and me of doing something that is damaging to all three of us. I think you owe us an apology."
"I don't owe anyone anything," Ginny spat, "if my brother hasn't got the bullocks to stand up for himself and stop you shagging his best friend…"
"That's enough Ginny," Harry interrupted, his voice dangerously quiet. During the exchange his anger had slowly grown to a point that he found looking at Ginny now disgusted him instead of enticing him. Never, in all his scenarios, did he ever picture this one.
"I can't believe you," Ron said just as quietly, his face drawn into an angry scowl.
"Oh come on Ron," Ginny turned to her brother, rubbing her hand over her stinging cheek, "you mean to say you're so blind that you can't see what's happening in front of your face? They've walked all over you, all over us!"
"I can see just fine Ginny," Ron replied, "and I know that if anything ever happened between Harry and Hermione, they would tell me. What I can't believe is that you have let something that was so special to Harry turn into something so ugly. And you let this all out at your brother's wedding embarrassing not only you but our entire family."
At her brother's words, she looked from Ron to Harry, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Harry?" she whispered, realising finally what she had just done.
"I was scared seeing you today Ginny," he started slowly as he watched her tears begin to fall, "because I thought that seeing you would make me want you, make it more difficult to keep to the decision I had made at Dumbledore's funeral. I never thought…never imagined you ever pulling a stunt like this. I guess I should thank you though - you've made me realise that I have made the right choice."
"You can't do this to me. I…I really care for you…" she sobbed.
"Well, you've got a strange way of showing it," was all Harry could think of saying, holding out his hand to Hermione, who took it tentatively, before walking past the crying Ginny so he could get to the house and Floo back to Privet Drive, Ron right by his side. They ignored all the whispers and stares of the other guests and he was glad to see that Bill and Fleur hadn't been there to witness the whole episode. By the time they had reached the living room, he felt just that little bit calmer.
"Harry, mate, I better stay," Ron said tiredly before they reached the fireplace, "there is going to be a bit of fall out over this. I'm really, really sorry…"
"It's not your fault Ron," Harry said back, just as tiredly, "thanks for sticking up for us, by the way. And you know there is nothing going on between Hermione and I, don't you? I mean, I thought you guys were together until Hermione set me straight…"
"Yeah, well, I guess it's all kind of complicated," Ron shrugged, glancing a bit off to the side, where Luna was standing and watching them, before turning back to Harry and Hermione, "I can't say that I wouldn't feel a bit, no a lot, peeved if you guys did start dating..."
"Ron, we're just friends," Hermione interrupted.
"I know, I know. It just that…" Ron looked at Hermione somewhat sadly, "I guess we've had this conversation, huh."
"Yes, yes we have," Hermione replied gently before drawing Ron into a hug.
Harry watched the exchange with interest - obviously something did happen between his two best friends, something they haven't shared with him and something that they have sorted out between themselves.
"Potter! Miss Granger! Mr Weasley!" The three of them turned to see a flushed Professor McGonagall heading their way, Remus and Tonks in her wake, "thank Merlin I caught you all before you left, after the little episode in the garden I wasn't sure…well, that is all by the by," she briskly said, pausing slightly before adding, "the governors have decided that Hogwarts is to remain open, although we have agreed not to accept any new students and I will temporarily act as Headmistress until a replacement can be found…"
"Congratulations Professor McGonagall," Harry said sincerely, giving his old teacher a small smile.
"Thank you Mr Potter."
"You aren't the full time replacement, Professor?" Hermione asked.
"No, not at this stage," the new headmistress answered, deflating slightly, "circumstances haven't allowed me to…" She seemed to realise who she was talking to and stopped abruptly, straightening once again before running her eye over the trio, resting her gaze onto the still silent Ron.
"Ah, yeah, well, good work Professor…" he spluttered out, the tips of his ears indicating his embarrassment.
"Thank you Mr Weasley," she replied with a hint of a smile, "I do my best. As this will be the final year for you three, I wanted to have a quick word…"
"We're not going back to Hogwarts Professor," Harry interrupted, knowing they had to say something sooner or later.
"Pardon?" she asked.
"What?" Remus said from behind her.
"Ron, Hermione and I aren't returning to Hogwarts," Harry confirmed, "I…we have to finish what Professor Dumbledore began…"
"I see," McGonagall said tartly, "is this true Miss Granger? You are ready to give up a promising future…"
"Harry needs my help," Hermione interrupted, "and there won't be a future if we don't get rid of Voldemort, which is what we are working towards…"
"That is what the Order is for," Remus cut in, moving so he stood next to McGonagall, "if you told us what you were doing, we could help…"
"I can't do that Professor Lupin," Harry continued, "if Professor Dumbledore had wanted you to know what he told me, he would have said something. Without him here I…I don't know if we…maybe a bit later we will need help, but…"
"Where are you going to live?" McGonagall asked, spots of red dotting her cheeks, "I presume you will not want to stay with your uncle and aunt once you come of age. Hogwarts was your second home!"
Her words did what they intended to do as Harry realised he hadn't thought that far ahead and that he would miss the old castle terribly by not going back.
"Grimmauld Place is Harry's, we could always stay there," Hermione said bravely, her hand still wrapped in his own. But Harry hated Grimmauld Place - every moment he had spent there the last week had been torture to him. However, the two adults bearing down at him didn't need to know that.
"We are working on the same side, aiming for the same goal - to get rid of Voldemort.," Harry said with an authority he didn't feel, "and I would like to know that if we ever need help, if anything happens that…that puts one or all of us in danger that we can call on you. Because without Professor Dumbledore…"
His sentence hung in the air as he, Ron and Hermione stood shoulder to shoulder facing Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin and Tonks. They looked at each other, a contemplative silence taking their voices until Remus took a step forward and laid a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Albus trusted you Harry, believed in you in a way he had never done for anyone else before," the old werewolf said sadly, "we will be there if you need us, no questions asked. But you have to give us something, some knowledge of your plans so we don't work against each other. And you need to be part of what we're doing so we don't accidentally kill you or something, do you understand?"
"Yeah, yeah I do," Harry smiled, "don't worry, we'll stay in touch."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Your parents would be so very proud of you Harry," Remus continued, "and so am I."
Harry let himself be hugged by his father's oldest friend, his mind going over the events of the day. He lost Ginny, turned his back on the only home he had ever known and more or less isolated himself and his friends from the more than capable adults around him. Not one of his better ones.
Soon he was going to be seventeen and legally able to look after himself, though right at this moment he felt so much older than his age indicated he was. With this new surge of maturity, a thought crossed his mind which caused him to pull back and look into the tired eyes of his friend.
"I'm planning to go to Godric's Hollow, to see my parents," he said slowly, "would you…would you take me - us - there?"
"I would be honoured," Remus replied, those tired eyes showing a spark of life. Harry just nodded then in a flash of Floo powder, was gone.
A/N - not too sure about this one, took a lot of re-writes, so I hope you liked it. Ginny will be redeemed, she isn't going to always be this mean!