Oh, don't worry. The poetry sections are often very empt... I can live with it, as long as somebody is reading and enjoying the story.


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Harry opened the door for Ginny and stepped in behind her. It was rather tight, but he didn't mind; Ginny's red curls were tickling his nose a little, and she smelled faintly of fresh fruit—perhaps watermelon, he couldn't be sure. As the door closed behind them with a soft click, Ginny picked up the receiver and a cool female voice started speaking. "You are now on your way out of the Ministry of Magic. If you wish to continue, please dial six-two-four-four-two. If you are here by accident, please step back out."

Heaving an annoyed sigh at the voice, Ginny dialled the number.

"Thank you," the voice continued as the lift gave a rumble and started lifting off the floor, up towards the heart of London. "You will find yourself within walking distance to the nearest Muggle Underground station Covent Garden, Piccadilly Line. Before leaving, check on having all your belongings and replace the receiver on the hook. The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day."

Both of them snorted and Ginny placed the receiver back onto the hook. After a few more seconds, the pavement came into sight through the panelled windows and soon, the lift rattled to a halt so they could get out.

"Got all your belongings?" Ginny laughed as they stepped out into the deserted street and the cool night air greeted them.

Harry closed the door to the red telephone box and grinned at her. "Yeah, think so," he said casually. She reached out for his hand, and he let her take it without hesitating. "Ginny," he frowned, "you're not wearing a cloak. Isn't it a bit cold like that in the middle of November?"

"Nah," Ginny replied as they set off down the road, "I learnt Heating Charms before I even went to Hogwarts, you know. Now…what's the Underground station again?"

"Covent Garden," Harry said, peering down a street at their right as they reached a crossing, "I think it's down there."

"If you say so," Ginny grinned.

"Are you questioning my sense of orientation, Weasley?" Harry smirked.

"Not in the slightest, Potter," Ginny responded playfully. "But it'll be entirely your fault if we get lost in Muggle London."

"I'll take the risk."