Hiding in Plain Sight (A Hinny Fanfiction)

The Underground

With a crack, Ginny Weasley appeared in the middle of Victoria Street in London. The sound of a grumbling Diesel engine brought her attention to the side, where a red double-decker bus was bearing down on her. She only had time to take in the air she would need to scream when a hand grabbed the back of her shimmering gold dress and pulled her onto the sidewalk behind her.

Harry.

Still wide-eyed, she turned behind her to find the hyperventilating face of a 13-year-old Muggle boy with red hair and freckles. It took her a moment to make the connection, but once she did she knew she was safe. The visage was just a disguise using Polyjuice potion, adopted by the most wanted wizard in Britain so he could attend the wedding of Ginny's oldest brother, Bill, and Fleur Delacour.

"Harry! Are you alright?"

He chuckled. "You're the one that almost got run over."

Ginny started surveying her surroundings. The cars and trucks whipping past them. The restaurants and clubs, some of them with lines extending out the front doors. More lines at the food stands. Noise. Muggle London.

"We have to go back!" Ginny called to Harry. She meant it as a plea. It sounded more like an order.

"We can't," was his only response.

"But, my family! Our friends! We have to help them!"

Just before Ginny and Harry apparated to safety, a patronus from Kingsley Shacklebolt interrupted the wedding reception, announcing that the dark wizard Voldemort and his legion of followers, the Death Eaters, had overtaken the Ministry of Magic, killed the Minister, and were now in charge of all government in the wizarding world. Not a minute passed before Death Eaters broke through the defenses of the Weasley family property, The Burrow, and started attacking the gathered guests in a hale of fire, bright colored lights, and screaming.

Harry just stared across the street. "They were there for me," he said more to himself than to Ginny.

She rose to her feet. "They were there for all of us. Let's go." She held out her arm. She couldn't apparate herself. Harry didn't even look at it, even though her elbow was inches from his face.

"If I'm not there, they'll leave. Right?"

Ginny started stamping her foot in impatience. "You know they won't. We need to help them. You need to help them."

Harry looked up into her face for the first time and reached for the crook of her arm before pulling back. "It's suicide."

"You're a coward!" Ginny screamed at him before marching her way down the sidewalk, long auburn hair fluttering purposefully behind her. She regretted it as soon as she said it. The last word that could be ascribed to Harry Potter was "coward". Harry scrambled to his feet and jogged after her.

"What are you doing?"

"Going home. My family needs me. Our family needs me."

"And what are you going to do, Gin? Hitchhike? Take the train to Devon?" Harry was having trouble keeping up with her as her meaningful trot became a jog.

"Whatever it takes. At least I know what that means."

Harry grabbed her by the arm. Ginny's hopes lifted before she realized they were still on Victoria Street. Her narrow brown eyes stared up at Harry. He had never seen her look so fierce. If only her skills in magic could equal the intensity he saw in her face, she could have taken down the entire Ministry of Magic herself. Meanwhile, his attitude just fell. Even though it was a strange face, missing the wavy black hair, bright green eyes, and the famous thunderbolt scar, Ginny saw exactly what he was thinking. She always could.