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Should I tell her? The question burned on his brain all day. Could he tell her? Was it fair to keep it from her? A lump rose in his throat as he looked at her.
"No, you have to promise me, what I'm about to tell you, you won't breathe a word, especially not to Ginny."
"Another quiet day?" Ginny asked barely looking up, "You Auror's are going to die of boredom."
"Have you told her?" Harry sighed, every day Hermione asked him the same thing, every day his answer was the same.
Hermione's and Luna's words seemed to resonate in Harry's mind as he walked home. He knew his time was running out. Whether he had a week left or a month, he was fast approaching the end of the rope. The game was almost up. As he walked through the door to his house he considered for the thousandth time what to tell Ginny.
Ginny knelt down so she was eye in eye with Teddy; she took his small hands into her own. "Do you remember," She started gently, "When you asked us where your Mummy and Daddy were, and we told you they were up in Heaven with all the angels?" Teddy nodded as though he didn't know how that conversation was at all relevant to this one. "Well, that's where Uncle Harry's going." She continued, "Up to heaven to be with your Mummy and Daddy and all the angels.
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