A/N Hey everyone so i know this chapter is a bit shorter but hopefully the next one will be longer. and just know that there is some very important stuff in this one. ;)

Six o’ clock found them all in the village of Otterisent Catchpole, Ginny had suggested they take a walk here, and watch the sunset. Most shops were dark now and there weren’t many people out. Then Ginny turned into a dark alley way. “Ginny where are we going?” Asked Harry.

“Come on!” Her voice replied from the darkness, so the others followed, when they emerged on the other side they found a hill rising up in front of them. Ginny was already scrambling up it. Once they all reached the top Ginny pointed toward the horizon and they saw a brilliant mixture of red, orange and yellow clouds, colored from the setting sun. They sat for a while, until suddenly out of nowhere a loud ‘pop’ sounded. They looked around to see the sight of two dozen masked and hooded Death Eaters.

“Potter!” One of them shouted.

“We knew it was only a matter of time until you showed your ugly face here again!” Another said, although he could not see the mans face, Harry thought he knew who it was, he thought he recognized the voice of Antinon Dolohov. The four friends stood and drew there wands.

“Avada Kedavra!” One Death Eater shouted, his curse missed Hermione, but hit a squirrel that had just climbed down the tree.

“Stupefy!” Ron yelled, it hit the Death Eater that had almost killed Hermione, he crumpled. Then the fight broke out Harry found himself dueling back-to-back with Ginny. Hexes and curses flew from the surrounding Death Eaters’ wands, the teens fought back. Harry stunned his Death Eater and looked behind him just in time to see Ginny hit her Death Eater with a hex, large yellowish-brown objects with bat-like wings flew out of the Death Eaters mask, causing it to fly off, Yaxly flung his arms over his head to protect himself from his own bogies.

“Call in Dementors!” He yelled. Then out of nowhere a chill fell over them all, it grew completely dark, and Harry saw tall faceless creatures gliding toward him and heard the rattling breaths he detested.

“Expecto Patronum!” He bellowed, his stag patronus flew forward, and the Dementors vanished. He looked around and was surprised to see the Death Eaters all laying unconscious on the ground. Ron and Hermione were all panting hard. Ron had a large gash across his face, Hermione had a rip in her jeans through which Harry could see a deep cut, something warm and sticky on his face told him he and Ron had a similar cut. Ginny on the other hand was laying on the ground motionless, Harry ran and knelt next to her he placed two fingers on her neck and felt for a pulse, he found one. “Rennervate.” Harry said, pointing his wand at her motionless form.

Ginny moaned and her eyes fluttered open. “What…” She started to say.

“We beat them.” Harry said, relief breaking over him.

He helped Ginny up, she stood took a step and collapsed again. “I think my ankle is broken.” Ginny moaned.

“Are you sure?” Ron asked.

“Yes Ron, I’m sure, remember at the department of mysteries, my ankle broke, this feels exactly the same.” She replied.

“Expecto Patronum!” Hermione said, and her silver otter flickered then grew solid, then it glided off.

“What was that?” asked Harry.

“A patronus to the ministry, they’ll want to know we’ve got Death Eaters.” She explained.

“We better get out of here.” Ron said, pointing at some lights flashing in the distance. Harry knew it was the muggle police officers. Harry lifted Ginny, carful not to move her ankle to much. They started walking back to the Burrow, slowed somewhat by the extra weight Harry was carrying. Police cars raced past them toward the hill. Harry turned and looked toward the hill, he could only see the very top, but he did see several men in cloaks tying the Death Eaters up and dissaparating with them.

They opened the Burrow gate and Harry brought Ginny inside. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley saw Harry carry Ginny inside, and leapt up. “What happened?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“We were ambushed, by Death Eaters!’ Harry said, “I think she’s got a broken ankle.” Ron and Hermione entered next, beaten and bruised.

“All of you go up stairs and clean up, there’s some dittany in the bathroom cupboard.” Mrs. Weasley said she looked very worried. Harry carried Ginny up the stairs, he lay her on her bed.

“Thanks.” She said.

“Here let me fix it.” Harry told her, “Lie still.” His arms felt light now that there was no strain on them. “Episkey.” He said, and tapped Ginny’s ankle with the tip of his wand.

Ginny gave a sharp intake of breath, then bent her ankle ever so slightly, she smiled, “I think it’s fixed.” She stood up, but sat back down quickly. “I don’t think that means it won’t hurt though.” She rubbed her ankle.

“You better just go to bed.” Harry told her. “It won’t stop hurting until tomorrow, so I don’t think you’ll be able to do very much.”

“Oh, alright.” Ginny said reluctantly. “Good night then, and thank you for carrying me home.” She smiled.

“Yeah, no problem, good night Gin.” Harry said, he kissed her forehead, “I’ll tell the others you’re alright.” He shut the door behind him, on the way out and took a deep breath, they were all safe. He entered the bath room and found Ron and Hermione dabbing dittany on there wounds. “Ginny’s alright.” He told them, “She’s just going to sleep.”

“Oh good.” Said Hermione. “Well I’ll try not to wake her, then.” And she headed down stairs to Ginny’s room. Harry grabbed the bottle of dittany and dabbed some on his face, arms and legs, green smoke billowed up and when it cleared his cuts looked several days old. He and Ron headed up to Ron’s attic bed room. He was back on the hill with Ginny, they were eating lunch and laughing. He heard a ‘pop’ he turned, Lord Voldemort stood there, his wand aimed, not at Harry, but at Ginny. “YOU!” Harry shouted, “But you’re dead!”

“You mean, I’m supposed to be dead, Harry Potter.” Voldemort hissed, “I Lord Voldemort, have come back!”

“But how?” Harry asked, glaring at the snake-like face.

“Oh, I have my ways to evade death, surly you of all people would understand.” He hissed.

“Well Tom, I killed you once, I’m sure I could do it again.” Harry threatened.

“Well of course you could, but I would only come back.” Voldemort told him, his wand still aimed at Ginny, “It’s a pity your girlfriend can’t say the same.”

“NO!” Harry yelled.

“Avada Kedavra!” A jet of green light soared past Harry and slammed Ginny to the ground, Voldemort disapparated.

“No, Ginny!” Harry yelled. And then he sat up in bed, drenched in icy sweat. ‘A dream it was just a dream,’ he told himself this over and over. But he could not sleep, ‘come on Harry, it was a dream.’ But sleep would not come. He got up, and as quietly as he could slipped downstairs and outside. The cool night air calmed him, “Lumos.” He whispered, he checked his watch, it was only three fifteen. He stood by the gate to the garden, all was quiet. He took a deep breath. Of course it had been a dream, Voldemort could not come back, Dumbledore had said no magic could raise the dead, but then what if Voldemort had created another horcrux. But he could not have Hermione said he had pushed his soul to the limit, if he’d created another one he’d have died. This thought comforted him, he could not come back. Harry thought that perhaps now he could sleep, so he turned and went back to the house. On his way he stopped by Ginny’s room on the first-floor landing, he opened the door slightly and peeked in, he saw Ginny inside breathing deeply, and Harry thought that perhaps she was the most beautiful thing on the face of the planet, or off for that matter. He also saw Hermione, lying on a camp bed like Harry’s. He closed the door and headed up the stairs and back to his bed where he fell asleep almost immediately and did not have a nightmare.

The next morning he woke up and opened his eyes, rays of sunlight streamed through the window, suddenly Ron said loudly, “I want Treacle Tart!” Harry put on his glasses and looked at Ron, he was still snoring. Harry chuckled, got up and dressed. He went down stairs, Ginny was already sitting at the table eating breakfast.

“Morning, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry said.

“Good morning Harry. Can I get you something?” She asked.

“Egg’s are fine.” Harry said, sitting next to Ginny.

“Sleep well?” Ginny asked him.

“Uh, Yeah.” Harry lied, “You?”

“Like a baby.” She replied, smiling. They both finished and Ron and Hermione had not come down, so they decided to go to the sitting room until the others woke up. They in silence for awhile, Ginny was reading a magazine and Harry was dozing, after all he hadn’t had a good night. “I thought that you had a good sleep.” Ginny said smiled.

Harry jerked upright, “Well I guess not good enough. What’re you reading anyway?”

“Oh it’s just a garden magazine, Mum always likes these.” She said holding it up. They sat in silence for several more minutes then Ginny said, “Harry do you know of any good gardens, there are some spectacular ones in here, and I’ve only ever seen ours. We don’t get out much.”

“Well, there is one.” Harry told her, “Would you like to go?”

“Oh, yes!” She exclaimed. She poked her head into the kitchen and called, “Mum me and Harry will just be gone for awhile.” They stepped outside and side-along apparated. They materialized at a park, it had a large paved area with several benches and a fountain in the middle, a garden stood on one side of the paved part and play equipment on the other. Ginny staggered and almost fell but Harry caught her. “Thanks.” She said, “My ankle still hurts.” They went and stood by the gardens. “How did you know about this place?” Ginny asked.

“Well aunt Petunia used to take gardening classes here, Dudly and I would go play on the equipment, and Dudly would usually beat me up.” He told her.

“That’s awful!” She said indignantly. After Ginny had looked her fill, they walked around for awhile. Then just as they were about to disapparate, Harry saw a very familiar boy sitting on a bench by the fountain.

“Wait.” He said. He walked over to the boy, “Dudly?” He asked. The boy spun around.

“Harry?” He looked stunned. There was an awkward silence.

“So what are you doing here?” Harry asked him.

“Well, sometimes I like to get out of the house, you know, see some of the old places.” He said.

“Where are you located now?” Asked Harry.

“Well it’s pretty far away from here.” Dudly told him, “Why are you here?”

“Well-” Harry started to say.

“Harry, come on.” Ginny limped up to them, “We should get back.”

“Dudly this is Ginny, uh, she’s my, uh, girlfriend, she wanted to come see the gardens. Ginny this is Dudly, my cousin, the one who I lived with.” Harry reluctantly made the introductions.

Dudly stared open-mouthed from Harry to Ginny and back again. “A girlfriend? Harry has a girlfriend!” Dudly said as though he couldn’t believe it.

“Um yeah, girlfriend.” Harry said, getting annoyed, “You didn’t think I couldn’t get a girlfriend, did you?”

“Uh, well, uh, maybe.” Dudly said, embarrassed. “Well I better leave.”

Harry could tell he just wanted to leave. “Yeah see you, Dudly.” Dudly waved and walked toward a shiny red car.

“Harry, how can you talk to him, after all he’s done to you?” Ginny asked.

Harry smiled, “Well, don’t think I would have if he hadn’t made up for it when they were about to leave.”

Ginny shook her head, “Sometimes I just don’t get you.” She told him. Harry laughed, grabbed her hand and disapparated. They entered the kitchen of the Burrow to find Ron and Hermione still eating breakfast, Ginny wasted no time in telling them about the morning’s events.

“So did you like him?” Hermione asked Ginny.

Ginny turned slightly red in the face, “Like him? Like him Hermione? Of course I didn’t, I bloody well disliked him!” She fumed, “He’s one of the ones who was so cruel to Harry, no matter what he did in the end!” She looked at Harry.

“I hadn’t thought of it that way.” Hermione said.

“Well I think Ginny’s right, he was, or from what I’ve heard, cruel to Harry.” Ron said.

“Well, everyone, I am doing some cleaning now so you just go along and have fun.” Mrs. Weasley interrupted. So they went out to the field where they played a game of Quidditch (Hermione had agreed to play). After they finished with Quidditch they decided to go back out to the village and look in some muggle stores. They walked down the path that they had come up the night before, there progress was slow as Ginny’s ankle still hurt. They entered the village and walked down the main street. It reminded Harry slightly of Diagon Alley, though perhaps not as busy. Harry read the sign on the first shop they came to, ‘The London book seller.’ It said, Harry thought that since this was not London the store must have started there.

“Let’s go in here.” Harry said, “Maybe there’ll be a place to sit down.” He looked at Ginny, she looked as though she was in a lot of pain. A bell tinkled over the door as they entered.

“Can I help you?” The clerk asked.

“No thanks, were just looking.” Harry told him.

“Well if you need anything just holler.” The clerk told him. Harry and Ginny headed to the back of the store. Where sure enough there was a small area to sit, Ginny took one of the chairs gratefully.

Harry sat down too, but, “You can go look around.” Ginny told him, “I’ll be alright.” Harry smiled and headed down one of the isles. He saw books for little children, books for middle aged kids, and books for adults. He saw mystery books, and adventure books. There were so many books that Harry wondered how the store could hold them all, it had looked so small from the outside. Harry wanted to ask the clerk about it, but as he came out of the isle and headed toward the desk, he heard someone coughing through the door behind the desk. He ducked into the isle next to him just in time. The clerk came out looking very sad. Harry wondered what was behind the door.

Then the clerk took out a wand, “Colloportus.” He said, in a heavy voice and pointed his wand at the door he had just come out of. Harry found Ron and Hermione and told them about what he had just seen.

“Well, that explains how he can hold all the books in this tiny shop.” Hermione said. Harry nodded. “Well, what you say we move on?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ll go get Ginny.” Harry told them. He walked back to the sitting area. Ginny was there curled up in her chair, reading a book. “Come on,” Harry said, “were going now.”

“Alright.” Ginny said, “I just need to put this book back.” She limped over to an isle and placed the book on a shelf. Harry took her hand and they walked back up to the front of the store.

“Thanks for letting us come.” Ron told the clerk, and shook his hand, the clerk forced a smile. And they left the store. On there way down the street they talked about the man, they passed by a post office, a grocery store and a movie theater, and then entered a clothes store, at the girls’ insistence, although Harry thought that Ginny wanted to more because she wanted to sit down again.

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