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Seeking the Truth
By Been Reading

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Category: Post-OotP
Characters:Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley
Genres: Drama, Fluff
Warnings: Death, Sexual Situations
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 364
Summary: *** The author has been reminded via the e-mail address on file that this story is listed as incomplete and has not been updated since 2006 ***

**March Dumbledore Silver Trinket Award winner for Best Drama and Best Romance**

Ginny Weasley's excited about starting her first real job after finishing school, except for one small thing: she'll have to face Harry Potter for the first time in over a year. Ginny struggles to deal with feelings she thought she had long put behind her, and with figuring out what really happened between Harry and Ron to fuel Ron's sudden hatred of his ex-best mate. Ginny is forced to make the ultimate decision... true love or family loyalty.
Hitcount: Story Total: 93584; Chapter Total: 4725
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Ginny was struck by two things when she woke up the following morning: first, she wasn’t sure where she was and second, she felt like she had taken a Bludger on the head. Ginny didn’t remember playing in any Quidditch matches recently so she figured that that couldn’t be the source of her headache. She tried to sit up, but she realized that there was an arm draped over her body… In fact, there was a hand just barely touching her chest. She heard the body behind her let out a long moan. She knew exactly how it felt.

“When did I ram my head into the wall?” Harry asked, taking his arm from Ginny’s body and moving it to his head.

Ginny winced. “About the same time you started yelling.” The events of the night before came crashing back to Ginny and she couldn’t help but groan. “Did what I think happen last night really happened?”

“If you think you had run-ins with Smith, Dean Thomas, Malfoy, and Ron, then yes.”

Ginny couldn’t believe how reckless they had been last night. Everything else was trivial to the fact that she and Harry had been all over each other at a Ministry party. For all they knew, they could be fired the next time they saw Mr. Perry. Worse, there could be an article in the Daily Prophet right then showing them snogging against the wall. The thought made her feel nauseous. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She sat on the bathroom floor after throwing up, praying that no one had witnessed her intense moment with Harry. She didn’t think it would be fair that the most intimate moment she’d ever shared with Harry would be the cause of a public scene. Of course, it wouldn’t be an issue if either one of them was able to handle the effects of all alcohol they had consumed.

A few minutes later, she reemerged and found Harry sitting at the breakfast table with Tonks. She walked sheepishly into the kitchen and sat down next to Harry. “Has the Prophet come yet?”

“There’s no mention of you and Harry,” Tonks said, reading into her question. “Padma did question Harry’s health, however.”

“Padma!” Ginny exclaimed. “I didn’t even think about her last night. She saw the fight between Harry and Ron.”

“I guess we owe her a thank you, then, for not reporting it,” Tonks said.

Ginny glanced at the clock on the wall and groaned. She had completely forgotten that she had snuck out of the house the night before. She was supposed to be home before anybody had woken up. She quickly stood up from the table.

“I have to go,” she said, looking at Harry apologetically.

“Drink this potion first; it’ll help with the hangover,” Tonks said, handing her a mug similar to the one Harry was drinking from.

Ginny smiled at her gratefully. “Thanks.” She quickly drank the foul tasting potion and ran back to the bedroom to grab her bag. She walked back into the sitting room to say goodbye.

“I’ll send you a message when I finish at the Ministry,” Harry said.

“All right. Bye, Tonks, thanks for everything!”

“No problem.”

Ginny turned and looked at Harry. “I’ll see you later?”

“If there’s any way possible, yes.”

“Bye, Harry,” Ginny said. “Oh, and happy birthday!” Ginny Disapparated from Tonks’ flat and appeared a second after inside her bedroom at the Burrow. She quickly got dressed and snuck down the hall to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then headed downstairs, trying her hardest to pretend that she’d been in her bed all night long.

“Good morning, Dad,” Ginny said, hoping she sounded cheerful.

“Morning, Ginny.”

“Where’s Ron?”

“Oh, he hasn’t made it downstairs yet,” Mr. Weasley replied coolly. “How’s Harry?”

Ginny’s face paled. She didn’t know how, but her father knew she didn’t spend the night at the Burrow. She was afraid of how he might react to the fact that his baby girl spent the night with her boyfriend. She debated between waiting for him to actually ask her and coming clean. Ginny decided that honesty was probably her best policy at this point.

“Dad I need to tell you something,” she began slowly.

“Something that our clock didn’t already tell me?” Mr. Weasley asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ginny sat down at the table and looked at him very seriously. “Yes.”

“Oh,” her father said softly.

“The thing is, I need Harry and he needs me. When I’m upset, just being near Harry seems to calm me down. He makes me feel better than I have since Mum died. I kind of had a breakdown yesterday… I had been holding everything in for so long that when it finally came out, I lost it. If Tonks hadn’t found me, I don’t know what could have happened. She took me to Harry, and he was able to help me snap out of it. Of course, he did have to use some Legilimency, but the point is that he helped me. I felt so cold and lost, and Harry made me feel warm and at home.”

“I’m glad he was there for you,” Mr. Weasley said slowly. “And I know you’re an adult, but I’m not going to condone you sneaking out of my house to sleep with your boyfriend. Even if I was okay with the sleeping together, I wouldn’t approve of the sneaking around.”

“Dad, you don’t understand at all!” Ginny exclaimed, embarrassed at her father’s implications. After everything she had been through in the last twenty-four hours, Ginny was on the verge of losing control again. She took a deep breath to clam her nerves and tried to put how Harry made her feel into words for her father.

“You know about Harry’s night terrors, right?”

Mr. Weasley nodded.

“Well, the only reason I found out about them was because he fell asleep on the couch one night. We went up to my room so he could explain what had happened without peering ears. We ended up talking and we both fell asleep… To make a long story short, when I sleep in the same bed as Harry, he doesn’t have the terrors. We both discovered that we sleep better together than apart. It isn’t about sex… it’s about finding peace within each other. He needed me last night, and to be honest, I needed him.”

“I didn’t realize,” her father said softly. “I still don’t approve of the sneaking around. I want you to be honest with me.”

“There wasn’t time to be honest last night. Ron hurt me so badly; I just needed to get away,” Ginny answered honestly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about him. It’s obvious he and Hermione still care for each other, but Hermione’s too stubborn to admit she was wrong and Ron’s too hurt to approach her. Harry and I have worked on a plan to make them talk, but I don’t know if that’s enough.”

“You shouldn’t try to manipulate them,” Mr. Weasley said.

“But they’re not going to fix this on their own!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Maybe we just all have to accept that Ron and Hermione aren’t meant to be together,” Mr. Weasley said with a sigh. “Last night after you and Ron went upstairs, Charlie told me that Ron is supposed to meet Padma Patil for dinner tonight. She agreed not to report his fight with Harry if he would meet her. Charlie said she seemed to be a very nice girl… maybe this will be just what Ron needs to start moving on with his life.”

“But that doesn’t help me with getting Ron to understand that Harry didn’t do anything wrong,” Ginny said. The entire situation was becoming far too complicated. She would give anything to just lock Ron, Hermione, and Harry in a room together until they sorted everything out. Of course, she wasn’t sure if all three of them would make it out of the room alive if she did that.

“Why don’t you start with your other brothers first?” her father suggested. “Maybe Ron will be more understanding if he realizes that everyone else has made their peace with Harry.”

“Charlie did seem to be accepting of him last night,” Ginny commented. “And the twins would probably listen to me.”

“So start there. Maybe being around Harry during the World Cup will show Ron that Harry’s still the same bloke he went to school with.”

“I can hope,” Ginny said. She was starting to become optimistic again. Maybe she could even convince Jeff to lobby Ron on the whole Harry issue. Ginny smiled at the thought of Ron and Harry laughing together like they used to. She allowed her mind to conjure up an image of Ron, Harry, Hermione, and herself sitting under the sun by the lake at the Burrow, just enjoying each other’s company.

“You look like you’re a million miles away.”

Ginny smiled at her father. “I was thinking about how things used to be before the war got so bad. You know I would actually pay to have Mum yell at me right now?”

“I would, too,” Mr. Weasley replied.

Ginny heard a loud thumping coming down the stairs and turned to see Ron stumble into the kitchen looking like he had slept outside on the ground. “Good morning, Ron,” she said stiffly.

“Uhuh,” Ron mumbled in response.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Ginny asked sweetly. Ron nodded in reply, dropping his head on the kitchen table. Ginny smiled warmly at him and walked over so she was standing behind his chair. “Then get it yourself!” she yelled into his ear.

“Hey!” Ron cried, holding his head in his hands. “What was that for? I’ve already got the biggest headache of my life.”

“It’s called a hangover, Ron,” Ginny said firmly. “And I did that because you’re an arse.”

“What did I do?” Ron asked defensively, still holding his head.

“You were trying to control who I talk to!” Ginny exclaimed. “You said that Harry was seducing me! You punched a member of the English National Quidditch team at a party in the team’s honor! Do you need me to go on?”

“No,” Ron mumbled. “Just stop yelling. When did you start channeling Mum?”

Ginny’s anger grew at Ron’s comment, but it wasn’t because she was insulted. She was angry that Ron still didn’t seem to have any respect for their mum. “It was about time that somebody started to,” she replied curtly before turning her back to Ron and walking out of the room.

Ginny walked past her bedroom and into the bathroom. She felt like she needed a shower before heading out of the house. Ginny decided that as soon as she was presentable, she’d go to the twins’ shop in Diagon Alley. She was starting to not care if Ron ever came around. As long as she had Harry and the support of the rest of her family, Ron could take his stupid vendetta and shove it.




Ginny walked briskly down Diagon Alley, eyeing the numbers as she passed. Ninety, Ninety-one, Ninety-two, finally, number Ninety-three. She took a deep breath before pushing open the door to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. The store was mildly busy. She caught a glimpse of red hair down an aisle, stocking what looked like Canary Creams. Ginny couldn’t help but smile as she thought that some of their first inventions were still some of the best.

“Ginny!” She’d been spotted.

“Hey, Fred,” Ginny replied.

“George, stop stocking that shelf and get over here! We’ve got a visitor!”

George put down the box he was holding and made his way over to Ginny and Fred. Ginny was so glad when George had decided to get his ear pierced in Bill’s memory. Not only was the fang hanging from his right ear a touching memorial, but it made distinguishing the identical twins easier.

“What brings you by?” George asked when he walked over.

“I wanted to talk to you two… in private,” Ginny said nervously.

Fred and George seemed to exchange a mental conversation, and a few seconds later, they led Ginny to the back of the store. They sat down on the chairs they used when they were inventing, and Ginny transfigured an empty box into a loveseat.

“So what’s up?” Fred asked. “Nothing’s wrong, right?”

Ginny smiled at them reassuringly. “No, nothing’s wrong. First, I just wanted to make sure that you both received your tickets for the first round match.”

“Yeah,” Fred said happily. “We can’t wait to go to Japan.”

“Good. I hope you enjoy the Top Box. I had to argue with Mr. Perry that since Ron and I were both allowed to invite our families we should get the better tickets.”

“What do you want?” George asked, sending Fred a look.

“It’s not that we don’t appreciate the tickets,” Fred continued.

“But you obviously want us to do something,” George finished.

Ginny wrung her hands in front of her nervously. “It’s nothing really.”

“Then spit it out.”

“Well, all I ask is for you to keep an open mind where Harry is concerned.” Immediately, both Fred and George’s faces darkened. Ginny’s stomach fell; she hadn’t thought that convincing the twins would be that hard.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve spent a lot of time with him, and I don’t think he’s guilty of all the crimes we’ve held against him,” Ginny said firmly. She was determined to stand her ground no matter what the twins might throw at her.

“So, Ron’s forgiven him then?”

Ginny shook her head. “Ron’s an idiot.”

“She has a point, Fred.”

“But Ron is our brother.”

“The entire team likes Harry. MJ thinks he’s great, you both like MJ… Tank thinks of him like a son, and I know you both respect Tank.”

“Brilliant Keeper.”

“Good man.”

“Even Ron’s friend Jeff seems to like Harry. Ron just won’t give Harry or Hermione the chance to defend themselves,” Ginny concluded. “Ron’s not completely innocent in all of this either. He’s said and done some really hurtful things to Harry and to me.”

“I think we’ve just discovered what this all about, George.”

“Does little Gin-Gin still have a crush on Harry?”

Ginny shook her head, fighting not to blush. “I love him,” she said quietly. “I think I always have.” Ginny expected Fred and George to start teasing her mercilessly. She never thought that they would both look at her with understanding and compassion.

“Seeing as how you’re here,”

“Does that mean that Harry reciprocates your feelings?”

Ginny nodded slowly. “He was never with Hermione… It was all one big misunderstanding that got out of control. Ron never believed Harry when he tried to tell him it wasn’t true.”

“So what’s Hermione’s problem, then?”

“I can’t tell you,” Ginny replied honestly. “I only found out by accident. But I can promise you that it has nothing to do with Harry.”

Fred and George seemed to be having another silent conversation. The longer they went without responding, the more worried Ginny became. If she couldn’t convince the twins, she’d never make Ron accept her relationship with Harry. Ginny was starting to think that she and Harry should just leave the country and live the rest of their lives in secluded peace.

“We’ll give him a chance,” Fred said finally.

“But the first pratish thing he does we’re out again,” George added.

Ginny jumped up from her seat and hugged her brothers. “Thank you! One more thing though, you can’t tell anyone about my relationship with Harry yet. Technically, it’s against the rules for us to be together while he’s on the team and I’m managing it. That’s why I haven’t told you before now. Well, that and the whole Ron factor.”

“You want us to keep a secret?”

“Are you mad?”

“Please?” Ginny begged. “It would mean my job! It’s just until the World Cup is over, and honestly that could be Monday if they don’t win their match in Japan.”

“Japan’s looking good this year,” Fred commented.

“Especially that Chaser with the long, silky hair and the big…”

“George!” Ginny exclaimed, cutting him off. “I don’t want to hear about the Japanese Chaser’s assets!”

“And what assets they are,” Fred said with a grin.

“Enough! Will you two keep my secret or not?”

“Of course,” George said, his expression turning serious. “You’re our only sister and we want the best for you.”

“But Ron is our little brother as well… You need to tell him about this eventually.”

“I know,” Ginny said, trying to hide her surprise at the twin’s moment of sincerity. “I’m just waiting until the right time.”

“Well, just make sure the right time isn’t that far off.”

“If you really love him, you’re not going to want to hide it.”

“I know,” Ginny repeated. “Thanks you guys.”

“Anytime.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you Monday at the match,” Ginny said, feeling like a bit of her stress had finally been relieved.




Ginny arrived back at the Burrow after eating lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. She was surprised to see that both her father and Ron were at work on a Saturday. She headed up stairs to her bedroom and considered taking a nap while she waited for Harry to finish his tests at the Ministry. It was only when she reached her room that she remembered what she wanted to do before she had broken down. She walked over to her dresser and pulled a small wrapped package from her top drawer. She gently pulled off the paper to reveal a gold pocket watch. She opened the cover and smiled at the picture of her mother looking at her with elegance and grace. All she needed was the picture of Harry’s mother to put beside Mrs. Weasley, so Harry would have a reminder that both of his mothers were always looking out for him. Ginny just had to get the picture from Tonks.

Ginny was curious as to what Lily Potter looked like. All these years she’d known Harry, she had never seen a picture of his parents. She had heard it said many times that Harry looked like his father but he had his mother’s eyes. She could imagine how pretty Lily must have been if she had the same magnificent eyes as Harry.

Even though Ginny was fairly certain that Tonks would be at the Ministry with Harry, she decided to Apparate over to her flat again to see if she could find the picture sitting out anywhere. When she appeared in Tonks’s living room, she was surprised to hear the shower running. Ginny decided to wait until Tonks finished her shower.

A few minutes later, Ginny heard the water stop running and thought it would be best to warn Tonks of her presence. She walked toward the bathroom and knocked gently. “Tonks?” The door opened and a head poked out. Ginny had to keep herself from falling over in shock. “Charlie?”

“Hey, Ginny,” Charlie said awkwardly.

“Tonks isn’t in there with you, is she?” Ginny asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“No!” Charlie exclaimed. “Tonks is at the Ministry with Harry, but she did tell me that you might be stopping by.”

“Well, I’ll just let you get dressed and then we can talk,” Ginny said. She walked back out into the sitting room and resumed her position on the couch. She closed her eyes to get the image of Charlie and Tonks in the shower together out of her mind. She smiled when she was able to replace it with the memory of sleeping cuddled up with Harry. She felt her skin flush when she imagined her innocent night with Harry shifting into something not nearly as innocent.

“I have a hunch I know why you’re here.”

Ginny jumped when she heard Charlie’s voice. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even heard him enter the room. She was grateful that Charlie couldn’t read her thoughts; otherwise she would have been highly embarrassed.

“I’m here because I need to get a picture from Tonks,” Ginny explained. Charlie nodded to her and walked back to the bedroom, reemerging with an envelope.

“Tonks said that what you needed was in here,” he said as he handed her the envelope.

“Thanks.”

Charlie sat down on the couch beside Ginny and his expression turned very serious. “You know, I had a very interesting conversation with Harry this morning.”

“Oh, really?” Ginny squeaked. She didn’t like the tone of Charlie’s voice, and she was afraid she’d find out that Harry was currently recovering from his “conversation” with Charlie in the permanent ward at St. Mungo’s.

“He was quite mortified when I found him here this morning. He was afraid that I’d get the wrong idea about what you were doing here last night.”

Ginny’s face paled. She made a mental note to herself that she and Harry acted harshly at the whole sneaking around thing. She decided to let Charlie get everything out before she started speaking; she wasn’t going to show her hand until she knew what he knew.

“I knew last night that there was something going on with you and Harry, but I didn’t realize how serious you both were. When I was finally able to convince Harry that I wasn’t going to hex him, he was actually quite forthcoming about your relationship. He told me about how you help him; about how you put him at ease so he can sleep at night,” Charlie continued. “Now, I didn’t know why he was having problems sleeping at night, but Tonks assured me that it was an issue.”

“It’s a Ministry thing,” Ginny explained.

“So I’ve been told.”

Ginny could tell that the Ministry was obviously an issue for Charlie and Tonks like it was for Harry and herself. She would have to have a complaining session with Charlie when everything was out in the open.

“But the point is, it’s obvious that Harry cares a great deal for you.”

“I care a lot about him as well,” Ginny admitted quietly.

“And you have no regard for the affect this is on Ron?” Charlie asked.

Ginny winced at the harsh connotation of Charlie’s words. To her, what she felt for Harry had nothing to do with her love for Ron. Ron was her brother; for a while, Ron had been her best friend. Ironically, it was Harry who replaced her in that role. She didn’t want to hurt Ron, but she knew that there was no way she could ever give up what she had with Harry.

“He’ll come around,” Ginny said, sounding much more confident than she felt. “He has to,” she added, more for herself than for Charlie. “Does this mean you’re not going to stand in our way?”

Charlie let out a long sigh. “I’m not going to say I approve, especially of this sleeping together…”

“It’s purely innocent!” Ginny exclaimed, tired of having to explain her actions to her family. She was beginning to wish that she hadn’t decided to go with her plan of honesty.

“Regardless of that, I can’t stand by and watch you sneak around behind Ron’s back. No matter how I feel about Harry, and I don’t hate him, but Ron is my brother and I won’t give my support to anything that would hurt him.”

Ginny felt like crying. Hermione’s stupid decision was going to haunt Ginny until the day she died. She had to make sure that Ron found out the truth about why Hermione left him; she had to make sure that he found out that Harry was innocent. Ginny was starting to realize that even when the truth came out, there were too many hurt feelings and bruised egos for things to just bounce back to the way they used to be. But before Ginny could focus on the healing process, she had to get everything out in the open.

It was only then that Ginny realized she still didn’t know everything; Harry still had secrets from her. Granted, he wasn’t legally able to tell her, but too many secrets could doom their relationship before it ever even really got started.

“Ginny?” Charlie asked hesitantly.

Ginny forced a smile. “I can’t be with Harry right now, no matter how much I want to be. I’m going to tell Ron… Really, I am. I’m actually planning on telling him before the World Cup is over, so I can be with Harry the first second I can without losing my job. I just hope that once Ron knows the truth, we’ll have your support.”

“I think that might be arranged. Tonks is very important to me, and Harry is very important to Tonks. I have no problem with wiping the slate clean… My problem is with the lying to Ron,” Charlie said.

Ginny picked up the envelope Charlie had given her and stood up from the couch. “Well, I guess I’ll see you at the match on Monday,” she said cordially.

“Good luck with everything,” Charlie said earnestly.

“Thanks. Bye, Charlie.” Ginny Apparated back to her bedroom at the Burrow. To distract herself from her problems with Ron, Ginny decided to finish Harry’s birthday present. She opened up the envelope that Tonks had left for her and pulled out the photograph. On the back of the photograph, the words ‘Lily on the day James proposed’ were scribbled in a scratchy handwriting. Ginny was giddy with excitement to have such a precious picture to give to Harry.

Ginny turned the picture over and she instantly dropped the photograph like it was on fire. She tried not to panic as she hesitantly picked it up, almost afraid of confirming her suspicions. But confirmation was what she received. Ginny knew the woman in the picture; she knew Harry’s mother.

It wasn’t possible, she thought; Harry’s parents died right after she was born, and they were in hiding at the time. There was no way she could have met them in person, unless they weren’t actually dead. Ginny quickly forced that thought out of her mind; it wasn’t possible.

She had red hair like she could be a part of my family, Ginny thought. There’s no way I’m related to Lily Potter! Realization suddenly dawned on Ginny. She wasn’t related to Lily Potter, but Lily Potter had once told her she was destined to be. Harry’s mother was the one who visited her when she was on the verge of death in the Chamber of Secrets. It was Lily Potter who told Ginny that she was meant to be with Harry.

The realization was too much for Ginny to process at once. She sat down on her bed, gaping at the picture. What did it mean? Why did Harry’s mum convince Ginny that she had to live when she was on the brink of giving up on life?

Ginny only knew one thing; she definitely wasn’t going to give up on Harry now. She felt more than ever that she was meant to be with him, that he was the one love of her life. She was more determined than ever to fix things between Ron and Harry.

The question for Ginny now, though, was whether to tell Harry or not. Hadn’t she just been thinking earlier in the day that secrets could ruin their relationship? But was Harry really ready to hear that his dead mum had visited Ginny when she was eleven and told her that they were meant to be together? Then again, Harry had seen her mother when he had been having his brush with death; maybe he would understand that she had seen his mother. Or, maybe he would be jealous that Ginny got to talk to her and he didn’t.

Ginny groaned and fell onto her bed. Why did everything always have to be so complicated? She decided not think about the fact that she had a talked to Harry’s mum before. When her life was a little less stressful, she would talk to Harry about it. Ginny picked up the picture and fitted it in the pocket watch next to the picture of her mum. The two women in the pictures smiled at each other as if they were old friends. Ginny closed the cover of the watch and stared at the engraving on the outside: HJP. She hoped he would like it. More than almost anything, Ginny just wanted to see Harry happy.

She searched her closet for something to wrap Harry’s present in. She found an old decorative bag that she had received a present in once and wrapped the pocket watch in tissue paper before setting it in the bag. Then Ginny was faced with the monumental task of writing Harry a card. She sat down at her desk and pulled out a blank piece of parchment and a bottle of green ink. She picked up her quill and began to think of what she wanted to tell Harry.


Happy Birthday, Harry!

I wanted to do something special for your birthday, especially since I missed it last year. I racked my brain trying to think of something that would be meaningful for you, and this was the best I could come up with.

I wish that you had gotten the chance to know your mum the way I knew mine. I know my mum considered you a son and that she loved you dearly. I hate that she was taken away from both of us so soon. I know that if she were still alive, many of our problems wouldn’t exist. I know in my heart that we have the blessing of both our mums to be together. Now, they can both watch over you.

I made the mistake of not believing in you once and I will never do it again. You’ve been my friend, my confidant, and my hero, but you are so much more than all of that to me. I don’t want to let anything or anyone come between us again. We have a long road ahead, but I’m sure we can take on anything together.

Happy 19th

With love,
Ginny



Ginny carefully folded the note in half and placed it with the package that contained Harry’s gift. Now all she had to do was wait until she heard from Harry.


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