Hey this is my first fan-fic so I want to know the honest truth, okay?

It has been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts, scars have started to heal, and although the death and sorrows are all but forgetton, hope and peace has started to blossom, making the Wizarding World a joyous place once more.

But now, it seems that a wizard of the Dark Arts has seen the relaxed Wizarding World as weak, and unprepared, and following in Voldemort's footsteps, has started gathering followers, consisting of new Dark Arts followers, and those deatheaters who escaped Azkaban when their master fell. Now these 'Shadowstalkers' have started to act, all claiming to be doing their will for one man, Lord Secutus.

In the warm summer night, a faint 'pop,' could be heard, followed by another. All was still and quiet again. Unless you intently focused on the dark shadowy spot underneath a couple of trees in the centre of this London street square, you would have never noticed the two young adults that now stood stock-still, making sure there was nobody watching them.

Carefully Harry and Ginny stepped out of the shadows and marching, with their heads down, but senses alert, they headed to where the walls of the wrongly-numbered 11 and 13 met; but to them, it wasn't just a blank wall, to them it was another house, Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

Inside Harry continued his fast march through the dark, badly-lit hall, keeping his head down, Ginny trotting behind him. That hall had too many memories. He averted his eyes from the umbrella stand that would of usually been knocked over by Tonks, or the spot where he first saw his Godfather, Sirius, for the first time. He hated the fact that he had to come here, he hated that he owned the house, because that was caused by the number one reason he hated coming here, he hated the fact that this house once belonged to his dead Godfather, Sirius. But he knew that it was the perfect Headquarters.

Once in the kitchen he felt happier, it was still the same kitchen as it was when Sirius was alive, but now it was clean, and every surface was shining, with a warm fire, and a bouncing, whistling Kreacher.

Only Mr. Weasley, Percy, George and Bill were there, with Fleur bobbing in and out of the room wanting to know everything that was happening, but not wanting their three year old daughter, Victoire, to be anyway near, as this was the first business meeting the Order of the Pheonix since Voldemort had died, and that meant trouble.

The men were too involved in their work to greet them properly, instead Ginny and Harry both got a brief nod. Harry started as Ginny squealed excitedly and ran over the fireplace; he was even more shocked when he saw the head of Luna Lovegood sticking out of the fireplace, radish earrings and all.

"Have I missed anything?" she asked with a simple smile.

"No, Harry and I have just arrived, Ron and Hermione should be coming shortly, McGonagall and Neville aren't coming, and I don't think Kingsley can make it because it would look suspicious if the Minister of Magic kept vanishing for secret meetings... but he might come to the first few," Ginny blabbered happily, as she knelt down in front of the fire. "So how is Africa? I haven't seen you in ages, I hope you are having a good time."

"Oh yes, it is quite exciting looking after all these endangered magical animals, though it was quite hard finding a fireplace," Luna's dazed voice continued. "But it sounded important in your owl."
Ginny nodded furiously, "A Who-Kn... Voldemort copy-cat, nothing serious, I hope, as long as we track him down in time."

Harry noticed that Ginny, and most of the magical population, still had trouble saying Voldemort, though he didn't know why; he was dead, there was nothing to be frightened of, the name Voldemort couldn't do any harm. He sighed, then nervously looked round as the angry voice of Hermione Granger carried from the hall.

"... not talking about it here Ron, just drop it! No!" A flustered Hermione stormed in, tried to compose herself, and stood by Ginny, as a purple-eared Ron joined his brothers.

Harry raised an eyebrow to Ginny, but she just shrugged and shook her head, aware of the tension in the room; everyone that could come was here, the meeting would now begin.

Fleur stood at the door, keeping one eye on her daughter, while the other was on the meeting. Mr. Weasley stood up and cleared his throat. Harry thought he noticed him glance over nervously, but Harry thought he must of imagined it.

"We could not gather alot of information about these, 'Shadowstalkers,' and Lord Secutus," Mr Weasley began. Harry was glad that this Lord Secutus was getting called by his real name.

Mr Weasley continued, "But we did get a request from them, and were unable to trace it; they asked for..." he trailed off, he glanced at Harry again, Harry was sure. A tense silence started to smother the room, eventually Harry couldn't bear it.

"What do they want?" he asked.

Mr Weasley, who had been trying to keep his eyes away from Harry in-between glances, sadly looked over to him.

"You."

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~Michelle~

This story is amazing.

they can't take harry. He needs to be with Ginny. Hope its for good(shighs)

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The kitchen sat in stunned silence, even Kreacher had stopped his whistling and bustled out the room. Harry's mind was racing. Why him? Another Prophecy? No it can't be, can it?

Eventually Harry broke the silence, aware of everyone's eyes burning in to him, he was surprised at how dry his throat went in those two seconds. "But... why? What did he..." But he was drowned out by a raging Ginny. She stormed across the room, standing protectively in front of Harry, as if her father and brothers were the ones that wanted to take him.

"Why? Why Harry? He already filled his Prophecy, done his duty! He is only 22 years old and already had to go through much more than you dad! For God sake, he had to fight Voldemort!" Angry tears pricked at her eyes, she just got him back, she wasn't going to lose him, she would not lose him.

"Gin..." Harry whispered soothingly, putting his hand on her shoulder and drawing her in to him. She shook his hand off, but stayed close to him, she would not lose him.

"Just... why?" Ginny whispered furiously. So far Mr Weasley would not look at his daughter, he hated himself for bringing the bad news, he hated that he always brought the bad news, he hated the hatred that he knew was in his daughter's eyes, but when he looked up, he saw small tears, something that made him pity her now even more than ever. Ginny did not cry, but here she was, crying - for Harry.

But this also made him not want to be the bearer of bad news even more, slowly he turned the information in his head, and no matter how much he thought about it, it still led to the same thing - the death of Harry.

"Well," Mr Weasley croaked. "That is exactly why he wants Harry. Harry killed Voldemort, and from what we can tell, this Lord Secutus worshipped Voldemort, in the little contact we had with him, that was clear, and that is why he is copying him exactly, and that is why he wants Harry out of the way, he says that if we... if we let Harry suffer for his crimes, his next victims won't suffer." Mr Weasley sighed, he took the 'no eye-contact' tactic again, waiting for someone to reply, waiting for the shouting, the arguments, the crying.

But Harry had his mind on something completely different, and when his gaze locked on to Hermione's, he knew she was thinking the exact same thing. Horcruxes. Copying Voldemort exactly? But that didn't have mean Horcruxes, even his Deatheaters didn't know about them, but would an obsessed fan? Again Harry's mind raced with thoughts and questions.

"What does he look like?" Harry said suddenly. Getting confused glances from around the room, he continued impatiently, if he had used Horcruxes he would look like Voldemort did. "Does he look like Voldemort? It's important." The trio had still not talked to anybody about their mission from Dumbledore, it just... didn't feel right. Luckily nobody asked.

"Err..." Mr Weasley said, he was glad at least Harry, and especially Ginny, hadn't exploded yet. Ginny was right, he had been through so much already, both of them had. "He... he has pale skin... but he still has hair and, well, proper eyes."

Hermione and Harry both sighed inwardly a sigh of relief, this meant he hadn't used Horcruxes, hopefully. But that still left the question, what to do now?

"Well why are we talking about it here? He has already started to act, killings have started to be reported, we need to act, and if he wants me, he can have me." Harry said in a light tone, shrugging carelessly, everyone seemed about to erupt, but all that Harry did was wink slyly, and they knew, that Lord Secutus was in for much more than he bargained for.

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Twenty-two cups of coffee, a lot of shouting, a lot of arguments, and six hours later, the nine sat round the kitchen table, their heads in their hands, utterly exhausted, but at least they had a plan.

"So it's agreed?" Harry said groggily. He so desperately wanted to go home, but every time he posed this question someone else would have something to say, something to start the whole plan-making process again, and usually it was always Hermione.

She opened her mouth again, still obviously not happy, but what seemed like a moment of her struggling with her mind she gave up. "Alright, I agree, we have to do something." Harry started smiling broadly, but his celebration was cut short with a sharp look from Hermione. "I still think it is an absolutely stupid idea, but I thought the same for the... well, you know." Whispered Hermione ignoring the confused glances as she thought back to their endless planning of breaking in to the Ministry in the very same kitchen. "But that worked, so I guess if you're careful, this will work too... hopefully."

Harry nodded, thanking Hermione for her support, when he knew that she hated the idea so much. He looked around the kitchen again and noticed that most were asleep, propped up on their arms, or drifting off. His eye lingered on Ginny, sleeping soundly at the table, the soft glow of the fire, lighting up her beautiful face.

"So it's agreed." Said Harry a little louder than before, making several people jump from their slumber. After several moments silent, them obviously waiting for Hermione to say something, unaware this was already settled, Mr Weasley stood up sighing happily.

"It's agreed. We will meet back here tomorrow at eleven. Good luck Harry." Another moment of tense silence before Mr Weasley gave a little chuckle. "Now I should get back home, Molly has already forced poor Luna out of the fireplace enough, her head must be spinning poor girl." He nodded to Luna who just grinned back and shrugged, or that's what it looked like from her strange head movement.

Everyone got up to leave, stretching out their tired limbs. Kreacher shot back straight in to the room, frantically straightening up the kitchen table. Hermione and Ron had already left, back to their argument. He sighed, those two were in love, but they were so different, he thanked God silently that he and Ginny didn't argue like that.

Harry looked over to Ginny who was busy talking to Luna about Africa again, he groaned inwardly, he would be here for at least another half-an-hour, but then his gaze fell on Mr Weasley, who was obviously waiting for the fireplace to use Floo Powder, in case someone was watching the house from the outside. Quickly Harry grabbed Mr Weasley before he could interrupt and pulled him off to one side.

"Harry?" Said Mr Weasley concerned. "You alright?" Harry nodded impatiently, his eyes kept darting to Ginny, his breathing got quicker, he could feel himself start to sweat. Come on Potter, he thought to himself, this is the perfect time, now or never.

"Mr Weasley sir, I... I was just wondering, if I could talk to you... in private?" Harry whispered, Mr Weasley obviously confused, but sensing Harry's nervous behaviour nodded, leading Harry in to the pantry. Maybe he was having second thoughts on his plan?

"Well Mr Weasley..." Harry began, but was interrupted by Mr Weasley.

"How many time do I have to say, call me Arthur? Is this about the plan? I don't care if you're having secon..."

"No!" Harry cut in, "I agree with the plan, just... it's nothing to do with that... just let me finish?" Mr Weasley nodded, motioning Harry to continue. "Well I love Ginny, your daughter, well of course you know she is your daughter... Anyways, I know, I hope I know she loves me, and I want... I want..." He fingered the velvet black box in his pocket.

"I want to know if I have your permission to ask Ginny to marry me."

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Harry wants to ask Ginny to marry him, and he's asking for Mr. Weasley's permission, such a gentleman! I love the post, and you're a great reader, PAMS!

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Harry tiredly flopped down on the sofa. He felt exhausted, but there was something that buzzed inside him, something that he knew wouldn't let him sleep. It was little under an hour ago when he asked Mr Weasley if he could marry Ginny, and he said yes.

His heart seemed to flutter as Ginny plonked herself down next to Harry on the squishy sofa in their apartment above one of the shops in Diagon Alley. They had both agreed to move in together, Ginny was ecstatic to the idea, but a house seemed too... big. But not anymore, Harry was ready for more.

He breathed in the flowery scent from her hair as she leaned in to him, resting on his broad chest. Harry gently rested his chin on the top of her head, hugging Ginny with one arm, stroking her long hair with the other.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ginny whispered hoarsely, it was obvious to Harry, that she was holding back tears. "It could all go wrong, then you could..." Her barriers broke and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Sitting up, Harry pulled her on to his lap so their eyes locked, their faces centimetres away. "I will not die. I have you to come back to after all." He smiled soothingly, but Ginny just crinkled up her nose.

"I'm not a child any more, I know what can happen, I'm not as naive as I used to be." She whispered crossly, but leaned her head on his shoulder all the same, but Harry got hold of her chin, so their eyes met again, then their lips.

This was the moment, Harry thought, reluctantly he broke away. "Gin?" Ginny looked up at him curiously. "When we moved in together we were young, yet in love, and here we are now, older, wiser, but still in love." Ginny nodded slowly. "Gin, I need you, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Ginny sat up straighter, her eyes widening. "Wha... Harry, what are you saying?" She held her breath as he got up off the sofa and got down on one knee in front of her.

He pulled out the box he had been fingering for the last week, waiting for the right moment to ask. Smiling nervously, he opened it, to reveal a simple golden band, with a ornate diamond, with what seemed to be tiny fairy lights shimmering inside it. "Will you marry me?" He waited for that one word, that word that would seal happiness in the rest of his life.

"No." Whispered Ginny. Tears brimming, robbing her eyes of their natural beauty. That was not the word Harry was waiting for.

"But... wha... why Gin? Do you not love me?" Harry whispered, hurt. The excited buzzing in him stopped, replaced by a cruel emotion, that grabbed at his heart and twisted it, enjoying the pain it caused.

Ginny slid off the sofa, so she knelt in front of Harry, she stroked one cool hand across his cheek. "Of course I do Harry, of course I love you..." She whispered soothingly, but that had only answered one of his questions.

"Then why?" He whispered coldly as he stood up, and threw the ring box in the bin. "You are happy enough to love me, live with me, but not marry me?"

She flinched at his cold words, he had never used such coldness with her before. Just the tone brought the tears spilling over. "Harry I'm twenty one, I'm just... just not ready."

"Your parents married at nineteen." Harry pointed out angrily. He not want to be angry at her, but that little word had caused him shock, which couldn't help turn in to anger.

"Don't bring my parents in to it. They are different people. Not us, here and now." Ginny said, nearly yelling. It seemed Harry's anger had spread on to her.

"So why? Not good enough for you? Just waiting for the next man to walk through your life? Then you can run off with him?" Harry snarled.

"How dare you." Ginny shouted, not caring that it was now three o'clock in the morning. "Harry I love you! Can't you just understand I'm not ready?"

Harry let out a snort of disbelief, and building himself up to yell back at the love of his life, he was interrupted by a a shy knock at the door. Happy that something had interrupted Harry jogged over to the door, beating Ginny who had done the same, and opened it to find Ron, looking sorry for himself, clutching a suitcase, but also looking from Harry and Ginny curiously. Obviously he had heard the shouting.

"Erm.. are you guys alright, I thought I heard..." Ron began, but Harry cut him off.

"What are you doing here Ron?" Asked Harry lightly, trying to get off the subject of him and Ginny, Ron picking up on this, scratched his ear embarrassed.

"Hermione chucked me out." He whispered, his ears blushing red. At once Ginny had him in hug, and was letting out soothing noises now and then. Without another word she led him inside, positioning him on the couch.

"Want some tea? Biscuits? You must be hungry, hold on..." Ginny got up to leave, but Ron grabbed her wrist.

"Ginny, she kicked me out, not starved me, I was just wondering if I could stay here for the night, don't really want to go back to mum and dad..." Ron whispered frantically. Ginny nodded her understanding and pointed to a door, which led on to a small spare bedroom.

"You know where the spare bedroom is, stay as long as you want. That is, if it is alright with Harry?" She spoke her boyfriend's name coldly, but Harry just smiled back.

"Of course! Stay as long as you want mate." Harry smiled, patting him on the back.

Ron whispered a word of thanks, embarrassed to walk in on one of the rare arguments Harry and Ginny have, and casting a curious look at Harry, but not staying for an explanation. Which left Ginny and Harry alone again.

"I love you Gin, alright?" Harry said simply, and with that he 'Accioed' his coat and left.

Ginny didn't know what to make of it, was he leaving for good? She knew that he liked to go for walks when he was angry, was it just one of them? Not knowing what to do, Ginny went to bed, everything would be clear in the morning, either Harry will be there, sleeping with his arm around her waist, or he won't.

Harry came back several hours later. The sun had started to rise by then, and Harry was exhausted. Not a good thing as the plan was getting carried out that night, but at least it cleared his head. Slowly he tip-toed in to his and Ginny's bedroom, changed and crawled in next to her, smelling her hair. "I love you Gin." He whispered tiredly as he wrapped his arm around her sleeping body.

awesome post. I wonder what Ron did though to get Hermione mad at him. Oh well. PAMS PAMS PAMS

Hehe, you'll find out soon enough what is happening between Ron and Hermione.

Light shone on Ginny's face, making her nose twitch, and slowly wake up, from the light coming in to the bedroom from behind the curtains, it was at least midday. She felt so relaxed and comfortable, after her long sleep, it wasn't until she remembered that morning that she jumped up in panic.

Only she couldn't, when she tried to get out of bed she found she was stuck and bounced straight back on the mattress, thinking that the blanket have got tangled up in her feet, she pulled back the duvet to find one arm around her waist.

Ginny sighed happily, there was Harry, tucked in, hidden underneath the duvet, with his arm around her. She leaned over him quietly and stroked his face. Carefully removing his arm from her body, she kissed his forehead and crept out the room, only to stop at the door. She turned round to look at Harry again, a small smile played with her lips. "I love you Harry." She whispered before shutting the door quietly behind her.

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"Ron, you're up before me! I see you found the food, what a surprise!" Ginny laughed as Ron jumped at his sister's voice, bagel in one hand, a full glass of pumpkin juice in the other. "Woah, calm down. Only me." Ginny said as she pulled on her fluffy white dressing gown over her t-shirt and shorts she used to sleep in.

"Okay! Just don't creep up on me like that." Said Ron between gulping down his juice and chewing on his bagel.

"Harry's still asleep." Ginny said simply as she helped herself to a bagel. and joined her brother at the kitchen bench.

"Yes... it was a busy night for you two wasn't it?" Whispered Ron seriously, glancing at his little sister.

Ginny turned away, cursing the Weasley blush as her ears slowly started to turn red. "Just... a little argument. Nothing compared to you and Hermione." Ginny snapped back. Seeing her brother flinch, Ginny sighed. "Sorry Ron."

"Why did you say no?" Ron asked, as if he was just casually asking about the weather. Now it was Ginny's turn to splutter on her food. "I found this in the bin." Ron said pulling out the ring box from his pocket.

"How d'you know I said no?" Asked Ginny defiantly.

"Well, if you said yes this ring would be on your finger, not in the bin, and you wouldn't be yelling at each other, now would you?" Said Ron simply, and seeing Ginny open her mouth to argue back, "And don't say you didn't know and maybe Harry had second thoughts and just chucked it in the bin before asking, otherwise you would have said so in the first place."

Ginny's mouth clamped shut, and she moodily crossed her arms. "Do I really need to explain my love life to my big brother?"

Ron shrugged. "No you don't but I know that you're going to ask me about Hermione, so my question answered first, then yours."

She blushed again with an apologetic look in her eye, but Ron just shook his head. Ginny breathed in deep before trying to figure out herself why she said no.

"It just didn't feel right." Ginny said at last. Getting a confused glance from Ron, she sighed, she was sure women and men had completely different minds from one another. "It felt like... like... it just didn't feel right with what is happening tonight, it felt like he was proposing to me just in case he didn't come back."

"Well that ain't true." Ron snorted. Ginny shot him a look and explained. "He bought that ring at least a week ago, started looking for one at the start of the month, he wanted to ask you for a long time Gin."

Wha..? You knew, Why didn't yo..." But her furious shouts were drowned out from a rapid knock at the door. Ginny went to investigate to find a flustered looking Hermione.

"Lord Secutus made contact again, he wants us to deliver Harry now, to make sure that if we planned anything, we wouldn't be able to carry it out. What are we going to do?" Hermione whined, completely ignoring Ron as she stormed in to the room.

"Say no of course!" Ginny said firmly but soothingly, trying to calm a flustered Hermione.

"No." Came a voice from the bedroom door. Everyone turned around startled, and suddenly quiet, as Harry emerged. "I'll go. If we're careful we can still carry out the plan, if we're careful..."

Harry, Ron and Ginny rushed around the apartment, flustered, with a nervous Hermione hopping from foot to foot, shrilly calling comments to them, which really didn't help.
"We're not ready!"
"Why did he bring up the deadline?"
"What if he set up a trap?"
"Harry you shouldn't go!"
"We're all dead!"
"We were supposed to be at Grimmauld Place six minutes ago." Hermione called her last comment, gazing down at her watch.

"Hermione, we love you, but will you please shut up?" called Harry from the bedroom, where he was hopping around, trying to pull his shoes on. He didn't want Hermione and the others to think like that, even if the exact same thoughts raced across his mind.

Three minutes later, according to the precise Hermione, they all linked arms, Hermione and Ron who were still ignoring each other, being separated by Harry and Ginny. With a frantic turn of the heel the four disappeared.

There was no time for discretion. They all hoped, even if it was broad daylight, no muggle would notice four cloaked strangers appearing on the pavement in the Grimmauld Place Square.

Luckily the street was empty, and, at least they hoped, nobody was looking out of the window at the time. Marching up the steps, they soon found themselves in the same shining kitchen as the night before, but now the mood was even darker, parchments and strange packages scattered across the table.

"Harry!" Harry was nearly knocked flat by the plump Mrs Weasley, who wrapped him in a hug. "Arthur told me last nig... well this morning, about the plan! You can't! Especially now! It could all be a trap!" The others stopped their bustling, and looked at Harry, all expressing the same thought, don't do it Harry.

"I have to..." He whispered weakly. He wish everyone would stop making it so hard for him. He admitted the plan had it's flaws, but he had to do this, if the plan seceded Lord Secutus wouldn't be a problem any more. If it didn't... well, Harry would die, but at least Lord Secutus would have mercy on the rest of the Wizarding World.

There was a moment's pause before Mr Weasley, again, had to bring the bad news. "He is getting restless Harry, it is now or never." His wife threw him a disgusted look but stepped back, not saying anything else.

"Then it is now." Harry said simply, handing his invisibility cloak to Ginny, he would have preferred if Ginny didn't come at all. But if she had to, then he wanted her to have the best concealment.

The rest of the party that was going, Bill, Mr Weasley, Percy, George, Ron, Hermione and Fleur, each grabbed a package from the table. "Now remember." Mr Weasley said sternly. "These cloaks are not like Harry's, these will only conceal you for a certain amount of time, and if you step in to direct sunlight, a faint outline of you will be seen." The party nodded quietly, sensing the moment would happen any moment now.

Mr Weasley hugged Mrs Weasley, who was staying behind to look after Victoire, and any casualties that get sent back. She gulped at the thought. Bill and Fleur took this opportunity to hug their daughter goodbye, tickling and joking around with her. A three year old cannot know such seriousness.

But a tension seemed to form a curtain between Harry and Ginny. Memories of that morning came flooding back. Such harsh words, such cold, harsh words. "Gin..." Whispered Harry turning to her, but he didn't have to say anything else. Before either of them knew what was happening, they were in a tight embrace, Ginny's head resting on his chest, soaking his shirt with those tears that just wouldn't stay back.

"I know." She whispered before gently brushing her lips against his, everyone else seemed to be waiting for them. They stepped apart reluctantly.

"Mate you don't have to do this..." Ron whispered.

But Harry just said simply. "I do. Ready?"

And with that the party disappeared, turning on their ankles.

"No!" Screamed Mrs Weasley. The moment they disappeared she spotted it. One neglected package. The one thing that wouldn't have left Harry defenceless. But the party was already on their way, to the place that Harry dreaded to see again. The graveyard where Voldemort returned.