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A Taste of Honey By Gin110881
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Category: Alternate Universe
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Drama, Fluff, Romance
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 37
Summary: After three weeks of working without a day off, Ginny rewards herself with a latte and a chocolate sprinkle before spending the weekend with her family. Little did she know that she would meet someone in her favourite café who would change her entire life.
Probably the most AU I've ever written.
Hitcount: Story Total: 33751; Chapter Total: 2194
Awards: View Trophy Room
Author's Notes: As always, my thanks go to GryffindorHealer, Dumnonian and KSummer for their kind assistance in proofreading the chapter.
Wanna know what happened the night before? Then you should check the outtake A Spicy Taste of Honey you can find on ao3 and ffn.
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A smile spread across her face when Ginny woke up in the morning and felt Harry's warm body snuggled up to her, his hand firmly cupping her breast. She lifted her head and glanced at her alarm clock. As if that tiny movement had woken Harry, she felt the warm touch of his lips on her shoulder.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked, turning around to look Harry in the eyes.
"Not long enough, but the hot dream I had made up for it," Harry murmured, stretching and yawning, then putting his hand over his mouth. "Sorry. I must have morning breath."
"I'm used to worse at work," Ginny giggled and kissed him on the nose. "I'm afraid we have to get up. It's half past seven, and I must go to the Burrow to check on my parents."
"I have to be at Sirius' at 9 o'clock. We have a client meeting," Harry replied.
"Then we still have time for breakfast," Ginny suggested.
"Just a coffee for me, please. There's breakfast at the client meeting," Harry chuckled. "And it would make a bad impression if I just watch our business partners having breakfast."
"Okay, then it's just coffee and some biscuits," Ginny agreed. "I can have a proper breakfast later at the Burrow."
They got up and gathered their things. When Ginny noticed Harry's searching look, she snickered. "Your boxers are probably still wrapped around the doorknob."
"Yeah, right. How could I forget," Harry replied, rolling his eyes. He opened the door a crack and fished for his boxers. "Is Cassy still home?" he asked cautiously.
"I'm not sure, but probably yes," Ginny replied. She'd put on a fresh pair of knickers and an oversized T-shirt. "I'll go and put the coffee on."
Harry eyed her briefly. "As much as I enjoy watching you prance around naked, I'd better put my jeans on before Cassy gets the wrong idea."
Ginny giggled. "Don't worry. I think Cassy is more into girls lately." With a smack on Harry's bottom, she headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove.
Harry was helping her set the table as Cassy poked her head through the door. "Morning, you two," she called with a smile and turned to a petite, Asian-looking young woman standing behind her. She kissed her briefly but thoroughly. "See you tonight, Cho. Bye."
After the flat door was closed, Cassy came into the kitchen. "Sorry, Ginny. Can I have some coffee, too?" She turned to Harry, who looked a bit awkward when he noticed that Cassy, like Ginny, was walking around in just her knickers and a T-shirt. "By the way, I'm Cassy, Ginny's flatmate. But we've met before, haven't we?"
"Yeah, we met the other day when I was looking for Ginny," Harry nodded in confirmation.
Cassy sat down and gave Ginny a pensive look. "I need to talk to you, Ginny," she said eventually.
"Go ahead," Ginny replied, smiling.
"I'm sorry, Ginny, but I'm moving out," Cassy said, shooting her an uneasy look. "I'm going to move in with Cho."
"Oh. That's... surprising," Ginny said, dumbfounded, and sat down. "By when do I have to move out?"
"I'm moving out on the first of October," Cassy replied. "I know this comes as a bit of a surprise, but Cho's flatmate is moving out, and she has a free room for me to move into," Cassy observed Ginny uncomfortably. "I'm moving out in the next few days because the room in Cho's apartment is already available. Her roommate, her ex, moved out the day before yesterday. Of course, I'm still paying rent for this flat until the end of September, but I wanted to ask if you want to take over my lease contract. If not, I have to cancel it next week."
Ginny gave Harry a doubtful look. "I'm afraid I can't afford the rent if I live here alone," she said gloomily.
"You could stay with us at Grimmauld Place," Harry offered.
Ginny shot him a look, not convinced at all.
"We have so many unused rooms; you could have your own," Harry said, clearly liking the idea.
"Mum will expect me to move back to the Burrow again," Ginny pointed out.
"Is that what you want?" Harry asked sceptically.
"Of course not. I've gotten used to having something of my own and would miss it."
"Then tell your mother you want to live with me." Harry grinned. "It's entirely up to you to tell your Mum that you'll have your own room or that we're sharing a bed."
"Idiot!" Ginny grinned and then glanced at Cassy. "Thanks for letting me know. When do you need an answer?"
"In a week. I need to cancel the flat in August if I want to move out by the end of September."
Ginny nodded in understanding, thanked Harry, who'd poured them the coffee she'd forgotten and told Cassy, "I'll let you know in the next few days.
** HG **
The following Saturday morning, Ginny got up at seven as usual. She'd moved into the Burrow for a few days after Harry had unexpectedly left for Ireland on business with Sirius on Tuesday. Harry had promised to come to the Burrow this morning, and Ginny couldn't wait to see him again. She'd never thought she'd miss him so much.
When she came into the kitchen, her mother was already at the stove preparing breakfast.
"Mum, I can do that," Ginny groaned. "You should take it easy."
"Nonsense. I'm fine," her mother insisted. "Your dad already got up and went out to his shed. He missed the fresh air."
"Dad has been feeling better for a few days. You're still pale and should rest," Ginny argued, knowing full well that it was no use.
"Your dad and I are going to sleep in our bedroom again," her mother announced.
Ginny rolled her eyes. She'd expected that. "I cleaned your room yesterday and changed the sheets."
"Thank you, my dear," her mother replied. "That was nice of you. But it would've been a lot easier for me. Surely you did it the Muggle way?"
"How else, Mum?" Ginny asked, shaking her head, slightly annoyed. "Remember. I can't do magic." As much as she loved her mother, the week at home had convinced her not to move back to the Burrow again. Her mother wanted to be in control of everything that happened under her roof, and Ginny just wasn't used to it anymore. She sighed. Of course, it was understandable. After all, it was her house. But Ginny had no desire to live under her mother's watchful eyes. She felt too old for that...and a bit too independent after all the years she no longer lived at home.
Ginny glanced at the clock. Maybe she should take Harry up on his offer. Her mother was preparing scrambled eggs and bacon. "Mum! Harry said he'd stop by this morning."
"That's great, dear," her mother exclaimed enthusiastically. "What should I make you for lunch?"
"I don't think we'll be here for lunch," Ginny said. "We have things to do."
"But you're here for dinner, aren't you?" Her mother said in a slightly disappointed tone.
"I'll ask him," Ginny replied.
"What are you up to?" her mother asked, giving Ginny a questioning look.
Ginny wrinkled her brow. She'd expected this question, and why should she beat around the bush. After all, it wasn't a secret. "Cassy gave notice on our apartment, and I have to look for another room because I can't pay the rent for the flat when I live there alone. Harry offered to help me."
"You can move back in with us at any time, love," her mother explained. "You always complained about how expensive Muggle rent is in London."
"I..." Ginny hesitated and then took a deep breath. "Harry offered me to move into the house where he lives with his godfather."
Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little too early? You should take your time and date a little more to get to know each other better."
"Oh, Mum," Ginny groaned and rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed. Sometimes, her mother was too predictable. "The two of them live alone in a four-story house. Do you know how many unused rooms they have? I could have a whole floor to myself," Ginny explained, and it wasn't a lie. She really wanted a room of her own if she moved into Grimmauld Place, a place to retreat and study when the autumn semester started. Whether she occasionally slept in Harry's room, or Harry stayed with her, was none of her mother's business.
"I don't know, my dear," her mother said with a meaningful look but then sighed. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Believe me, Mum. Finding a flat is definitely the least of my problems right now."
"You're going to have the examination Frank Korngeable offered you, aren't you?" Her mother shot her a worried look. "It can't hurt to know what exactly they did to you. As a future Muggle doctor, you should know that better than your old mum."
Ginny snorted. "Mum, you're not old, and the other problem is...complicated."
Of course, Ginny knew it would be unreasonable not to have the examination done. But what should she do if she could get her magic back, in whatever form?
And that question scared her.
She would have to question all of her decisions over the last 10 years, and somehow, she didn't feel ready to do that. Not yet, anyway, even if she knew she'd soon have to make a decision. Just a few weeks ago, she would have known what to do without even batting an eyelid. She'd loved her life as it was.
But now, it felt different.
A knock on the back door pulled Ginny out of her thoughts. "I'll see who it is," she called to her mother.
A wide grin spread across her face when she opened the door. "Harry!" She flew into his arms and welcomed him with a deep kiss, which he returned after a quick glance over her shoulder into the kitchen.
"Come in!" Ginny took Harry's hand. "Do you want to have breakfast with us?"
"Oh. I'm sorry. I already had," Harry replied, greeting her mother, who welcomed him with a tight hug. "Good morning, Mrs Weasley."
"Oh. Harry, dear. Call me Molly. Come sit down. Do you at least want some tea?"
Harry chuckled. "Yes, thanks."
"Could you please transfigure the beds in the living room back into chairs, Harry?" Ginny asked and added before her mother could intervene. "I don't want Mum or Dad to do it. They should rest a few more days and not exhaust their magic."
"Sure. Let's do it right away," said Harry, thanking Ginny's mother for the tea she'd just served him.
With a quick flick of his wand, Harry removed the bed linen and began to turn the living room to its original state while Ginny took the bedding in the laundry.
"Thank you, Mum. You're the best," Ginny said when she found a large plate of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table, together with a few slices of buttered toast. "You already had breakfast?" she asked, surprised when her mother sat down at the table with just a mug of tea in front of her.
"I already had breakfast with Dad. He couldn't wait to get some fresh air and see if his shed was still standing," she replied, chuckling quietly and sipping her tea. "Harry. Ginny said she's going to move in with you and your godfather. Where exactly do you live in London?"
"They live in..." Ginny scowled and bit her bottom lip when she couldn't answer her mother's question. She gave Harry an irritated look.
"You really want to move in with us?" Harry asked, very pleased.
"Yeah. It's the best option. I already told Cassy to cancel the flat," Ginny admitted. "I'll pay rent, of course."
"You need to talk to Sirius about the rent, and I doubt he'll take any money from you." He grinned. "Perhaps a symbolic pound or a galleon." He turned to her mother. "Sorry, Mrs Weas... er, Molly. Our house is under a Fidelius Charm. That's why Ginny can't tell you where I live." Furrowing his brow, he seemed to think about something. "Ginny. Why don't you give me a list of people who should know where you live? I'll talk with Sirius, and then we can tell them the secret."
"And why do I know where you live?" Ginny asked, baffled, shooting Harry a bewildered look. "You never told me a secret."
Harry grinned. "I told you my address as we walked along Regents Canal Walk to my place. Do you remember?"
"Yes, but..."
"Of course, I didn't mention the Fidelius because I thought you were a Muggle."
"Yeah, that makes sense," Ginny admitted. "How many people do actually know where you live?" she asked curiously.
Harry chuckled. "So far, there're four. Remus, Dora, Teddy and you."
"And now the Weasleys show up and blow up the list," Ginny said, giggling.
Harry just shrugged his shoulders. "The Fidelius is no longer as important as a few years ago when Voldemort was still around. Sirius insisted on it back then, thinking it wouldn't be safe enough for me otherwise. These days, it is more a matter of convenience, keeping prying eyes out and reporters away."
As Ginny finished her breakfast, she shot Harry an inquiring glance and raised an eyebrow. "Shall we take a look at my future room?"
"Yeah, why not," Harry replied. "The sooner you pick a room, the sooner you can move in."
"But you two are coming to dinner tonight, aren't you?" Ginny's mother asked worriedly. "It's been a few weeks since we had a Weasley dinner, and now that Arthur and I have recovered, I want to cook properly again. I've already missed it."
"Well, I don't have anything else planned tonight," Harry admitted.
Ginny smiled gratefully at Harry. "I think it's a yes then. We'll be there. Who else already agreed to come?"
"Oh. You're the first ones I asked," Ginny's mother admitted. "But I'll make sure my other children come too."
** HG **
Upon their arrival at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, they found the house deserted.
"Oh. I almost forgot. Sirius mentioned something about a business meeting but that he wouldn't be gone long," Harry said, looking about. "Okay. The first floor, you already know. Down here, we have the kitchen and living room, which once was a drawing room. The upper floors were remodelled before we moved in. There's a bathroom on every floor now. Before we renovated, there was only one on the floor with the master bedroom and one ensuite in the master bedroom itself," Harry explained. "Sirius and his brother Regulus' rooms were originally on the fourth floor, but Sirius moved to the second floor. I suppose the old man didn't want to climb so many stairs anymore," Harry said, chuckling.
"Sirius has a brother?" Ginny asked in surprise.
Harry grimaced. "Regulus was a Death Eater and died under unknown circumstances. Voldemort probably killed him himself. That was about twenty years ago." Harry sighed. "You're welcome to ask Sirius about his brother, but it's best not until he's had two or three Firewhisky. He doesn't like to talk about it."
"Better not." Ginny waved her hand. Sirius would tell her if he wanted her to know about his brother. She always felt uncomfortable when someone dug into her past and was sure others felt the same. "Let's take a look at the upper floors."
They climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"This is Sirius' room." Harry pointed to the door opposite the stairs. "At the end of the hallway, you can find the bathroom - on every floor."
"No need to show me Sirius' room," Ginny quickly interjected.
Harry shrugged and grinned. "I'm sure Kreacher has already cleaned up."
"Is Kreacher cleaning all the rooms here?" Ginny asked, dumbfounded.
"If you want, he'll clean your room, too," said Harry.
Ginny shook her head vehemently. "No way. I'll clean my room myself!"
Harry snorted. "As you wish. But you better explain that to Kreacher yourself. He might insist." He pointed to an open door at the end of the short corridor. "This is the library."
The room turned out to be quite large and, in addition to the bookshelves that were filled to the ceiling, had a comfortable reading chair with a side table and two large desks.
"You can have the left desk. It's empty. In the other one, Sirius keeps papers that he doesn't want to take into the company," Harry said.
"That would be very convenient," Ginny admitted.
"Let's head up to the third floor," Harry suggested, leading them to the stairs.
"If that's the bathroom at the end of the hall, one of these must be your room," Ginny said, indicating the other three doors.
Harry laughed. "Exactly. Guess which one."
Ginny bit her bottom lip. One door was on the left side of the hallway, next to the bathroom door. The other two to her right. "This one," Ginny said, pointing to the door to her left. "Looks like it's the largest. And it's closer to the loo."
"That's right," Harry admitted and opened the door to their right. "You can have these two rooms. They're not that large, but they're not small either. And they have a connecting door. I think it once was the nursery and the nanny's room."
"Each room is almost as big as the one I have now," Ginny said, looking about. "That would be perfect. I'll have more space than I do now. And there isn't even any furniture inside. I could just set mine up here."
"There are more rooms on the fourth floor," Harry suggested, shaking his head appraisingly. "I don't think you want to move up there, but let's take a look anyway."
"It's a little dusty up here," Ginny said as she looked around.
"We're never actually up here," Harry explained. "Here we have Sirius' and Regulus' former rooms. But they need to be renovated before you move in." Harry looked indecisive. "We'd need to talk with Sirius, though, and Kreacher always gets a bit ... weird when it comes to Regulus and his old room. I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps there every now and then."
"The rooms on the third floor are perfect," Ginny said firmly, winking at Harry. "And whenever I feel the need to cuddle, your room is right next door." She stepped out into the hallway and glanced up the stairs. "Is there anything else up there I should know?" she asked cautiously. "Any ghosts living up there? You have to know we have a ghoul in the attic. Sometimes, he bangs on the pipes and howls when he thinks it's too quiet in the house."
Harry snorted and shook his head. "Well. Luckily, there are no ghosts here. But there's a portrait of Sirius' mother, Walburga, in the attic. She once hung on the wall right next to the entrance, insulting everyone who entered the house that wasn't a pureblood. It took Kreacher several days to take down the portrait and put it in the attic."
Ginny joined in with Harry's laughter, already looking forward to moving in.
"What do you think? Has Kreacher cleaned your room yet? Is it presentable?" Ginny asked playfully.
"Today, I made my bed all by myself," Harry replied with a self-satisfied grin. He took her hand and opened the door to his room.
Ginny looked around curiously. The room was quite spacious and had fewer furnishings than she'd expected.
The first thing she noticed was the huge, comfortable-looking four-poster bed, and she shot Harry an amused grin. There was a desk with an office chair, a bookshelf and a chest of drawers. Ginny stepped closer when she spotted several framed photographs on the wall above, magical photographs, she immediately realized.
"This is my mum and dad," Harry explained, pointing to a photo of a man and a woman with auburn hair. The man bore an unmistakable resemblance to Harry and was about his age, as was the woman. The man held a little boy on his shoulders, holding him with both hands. They looked happy.
"Is that Sirius?" Ginny asked, looking at a picture of Harry's parents and a much younger-looking Sirius, as well as the little boy flying through the picture on a baby broom. "Don't tell me that's you!" Ginny blurted out, giggling.
"Yeah. Sirius gave me a broom for my first birthday." Harry laughed. "It didn't fly higher than two feet, he once told me, but I seemed to have fun."
The third photo was of Harry with Sirius and the Lupins. Teddy sat on Harry's shoulders and made faces. Harry's whole family.
Ginny sniffled a little, and a tear or two made her eyes water. She turned to Harry, and they took each other in their arms. When Ginny pulled away from their embracement, she continued to look around. "You don't even have a wardrobe," she stated, amazed.
With an amused grin, Harry indicated a sliding door next to the bookshelf. "My clothes are in the next room." He opened the door, and Ginny stepped into the walk-in closet, quite impressed. "I thought only princesses had things like that." She looked around and grinned. "There's still plenty of space. My few clothes would fit in here, too."
Harry chuckled. "No problem. All you have to do is move into my room with me."
"No. Take it slow," Ginny replied, grinning. "We're not engaged yet."
"So if it were up to me..." Harry said vaguely.
Ginny shot Harry a look, wondering if he was joking. But he didn't grin. Her heart began to pound louder. "Harry, we've known each other for... six weeks? I'm sure my mum can't wait to get me married, but that would be a bit too quick."
"Would Christmas be okay?" Harry asked, looking at her so...strangely. Ginny swallowed, her eyes widening. Harry was serious.
"Harry!" Sirius's voice came from the stairwell. "Are you back home?"
Harry poked his head out the door and called back, "Yeah. We're back. Ginny and I." Harry shot her a brief glance and rolled his eyes. "We better go down. Otherwise, he'll come up and see what we're doing."
"He doesn't trust us?" Ginny asked, amused.
"Nah. He just can't wait to see you again," Harry replied, chuckling. "Let's better head downstairs."
Sirius was waiting for them with a big smile. "Hello, Ginny. Nice to see you again."
"The honour is all mine," Ginny replied. "As it looks, we'll see each other more often now."
"Oh. Harry told me," Sirius said enthusiastically. "You really want to move in with us?"
"Yep." Ginny nodded. "I just have to figure out how to get my stuff here."
"That's no problem," Sirius replied. "Kreacher will be happy to help you."
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, nonplussed.
"It'll take Kreacher half an hour to move all your things into your new room," Sirius assured her. "Elven magic is very effective for this."
"Yeah. We'll make an appointment, and I'll go to your apartment with you, so Kreacher knows where you live, and he'll do the rest," Harry said. "It's up to you when you want to move. We could do it now."
Ginny snorted. "My mother would have a heart attack. Then again..." Ginny raised her eyebrows and looked at Harry, still baffled. There was actually no reason to wait any longer. Except maybe... "Let me have one last girls' night with Cassy in our kitchen like we used to have after I moved in," Ginny said, suddenly feeling melancholy. "After that, I'm ready. Let's say by the end of the week."
"That's perfect." Harry beamed at her, and even Sirius nodded happily.
"Then we just have to talk about the rent." Ginny gave Sirius a questioning look.
"Oh," Sirius raised his hands. "Don't mention the rent. Your company can't be paid for with money."
"I can't live here for free," Ginny complained, shaking her head. "At least let me help around the house."
"About that, you'll have to talk to Kreacher. But honestly, I have my doubts he'll be happy," Sirius said, chuckling.
Glancing over to Harry for help, Ginny rolled her eyes when he just shrugged, a smug 'I told you so' expression on his face.
"If you insist..." Sirius began, and Ginny threw him an expectant look. "If you insist, I have one condition. Once a week, we'll meet for dinner, either here in the kitchen or in a pub or restaurant." Sirius shot her a merry grin. "Unless it's your birthday. But that's still a year away."
Ginny huffed. But then she gave in, shaking her head. "Okay. I don't see how this has anything to do with my rent, but you guys are grown enough to make your own decisions."
"Deal!" Sirius said, grinning, visibly satisfied. "As if I knew it, I unlocked our floo for you last week. You can use our fireplace at any time."
Ginny's eyes almost popped out. "How did you know I needed a new place to stay?"
"Uh." Sirius waved his hand. "Sure, I couldn't know you were moving in so quickly. But whenever I saw Harry's drooling face when he talked about you, I knew it would happen eventually. Thought I'd speed things up a bit and unlock the Floo."
"That's unfair," Harry complained. "I never drool."
Ginny laughed out loud.
"You're not much better," Sirius stated, mirth in his eyes as he looked Ginny in the eye.
Ginny rolled her eyes, unwilling to give Sirius any more fodder to tease. "It would actually be pretty convenient for me if I could use your floo. I wouldn't have to go to Bill's apartment anymore when I want to visit my parents. Thanks so much, Sirius!"
"You're welcome," Sirius replied, still chuckling.
"If you don't mind, I'd jump at the chance," Ginny said. "Mum should take it easy, so I want to help her prepare the dinner for tonight. What are your plans, Harry?"
"Oh. I wanted to go to Hogsmeade to see Teddy and arrange what we wanted to do tomorrow," Harry replied. "I was actually hoping you'd come with me."
Ginny grimaced. "I'd like to, but I really should help my mother. How about tomorrow? I'd really want to come with you, whatever you're up to."
** HG **
In the end, Ginny was glad she went home to help her mother, as she often had to sit down to catch her breath. Under Ginny's watchful gaze, she had finally admitted that she needed some rest.
It was five o'clock when Ginny served tea for herself and her parents to get some calm before the storm. The table in the living room was already set for dinner, and the food was prepared, only the roast still had to go in the oven. She was pouring the tea when there was a knock on the back door, and Harry entered. With a satisfied smile, Ginny hugged him and kissed him briefly but firmly on the lips.
"Good evening, Mrs Weas... ah, Molly. Good evening, Arthur," he greeted, gratefully accepting a mug of tea from Ginny.
"Your mother told me you were looking for another place to live, Ginny?" her father asked.
"Already found something, Dad," Ginny explained. "I'm moving into Harry's house. I'll have two rooms there that are perfect for me. Harry's godfather has even opened their floo for me."
At that moment, Bill walked in, closely followed by Ron and Hermione, joining them in the kitchen.
"Percy isn't coming," Ron said. "Said he was called into the ministry. But Fred promised to be here by 6 o'clock when they've closed the shop."
"Ginny is moving in with Harry," her mother continued where they'd been interrupted.
At Bill's frown, Ginny clarified. "Cassy gave notice of our apartment, and Harry and his godfather were kind enough to offer me two rooms to let in their house so I wouldn't end up on the street."
"The house is under the Fidelius Charm," Harry added. "So we'd need the names of everyone who wants to visit Ginny, or you won't find her."
Bill glanced at Harry, whistled once but only nodded.
Hermione raised her voice. "Oh, before I forget. I didn't have a chance to check the Hogwarts register yet."
"But I have news," Harry said, and Ginny shot him a surprised look. "I was in Hogsmeade this afternoon, and Remus told me he'd checked the Hogwarts register. He found the entry 'Ginevra Molly Weasley' for the day Ginny was born. The entry was crossed out again on October 31, 1981. Crossed-out entries are not that uncommon, as sometimes children die before going to Hogwarts or move abroad. However, there are no entries for squibs in the Hogwarts records. This proves that Ginny wasn't born a squib."
There was suddenly silence at the table, and everyone was staring at Ginny. Her mother sobbed quietly while her father, obviously shocked, shot Harry an incredulous look, trying to process his words.
Harry reached for Ginny's hand and squeezed it. "Sorry I didn't tell you in private first, but your family would have found out anyway."
"So, that's what that Mafalda Rosier did to me," Ginny stated in a toneless voice. "But why?"
"It must all have something to do with the prophecy," Harry voiced his suspicions.
"I'll find out where that Mafalda Rosier disappeared to," Ron promised solemnly. "Even if I have to go through all the Ministry's files, I'll find her."
"Dora Lupin can help you with the files," Harry suggested. "I've already talked to her. You know her, don't you, Ron?"
Ron nodded. "Only from afar. But yes, I know who she is."
Ginny suddenly felt everyone's eyes on her, every single look asking the same question.
A slight tremor ran through her body, and she clutched Harry's hand as if she were holding on to dear life, nodding slowly, saying softly, "I'll make an appointment with Healer Korngeable to have this damned exam done." She grimaced. "Not sure I'll like what he finds out."
** HG **
AN: Bad news, or is it good news? The story is almost over, this was the second to last chapter. But of course there will be an epilogue.
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