Disclaimer: Calynn Markova, Brian O'Rourke, Ismene O'Connell, et al, are my own characters. All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. The name Ismene belongs to Sophocles, and comes from the play Antigone, part of Oedipus Rex. All songs, quotes, etc, at the beginning of each chapter will be credited as they are listed. Familiar locations, including but not limited to St. Mungo's, Diagon Alley, and Hogwarts, all belong to JKR. Castell Dinas Bran is a real castle in North Eastern Wales, and I obviously don't own that.

Author's Notes: I'm writing this piece of fanfiction as an insane Draco/Ginny shipper who has resigned herself to the idea of H/G in canon. I hope to finish this beauty before HP6 arrives, and if the length of time between GoF and OotP is any indication, I have a while. Flames shall be disregarded. That said, constructive criticism is always welcome. Feel free to email me at [email protected] if you have any questions of comments. There will be various ships in here, most of them original, but there is a trace of R/Hr. I personally think that there's hardly enough to scare anyone away from the fic, but that's your own personal choice. My pairing of George Weasley/Juliana Fawcett is nearly canon. (Kind of.) If you look through GoF, you'll see several mentions of a girl and family named Fawcett, so I gave her a first name and engaged her to George.

Last, thank you so much to my wonderful and amazing betas, Rea and Jess. I'd definitely be a wreck without you guys!

Full Summary: Seven years after the Second Great War began, a new part of Trelawney's prophecy is discovered. Harry Potter must be hidden, at any and every cost, or the Dark Lord will never fall.

A Secret-Keeper is chosen, and the world is told that Harry Potter, the boy who lived, lives no more. Harry was whisked away, to a place that only Dumbledore and that Secret-Keeper knew.

Ginny Weasley was that Secret-Keeper.

Draco Malfoy was the Death Eater sent to kidnap her, and uncover Harry's location…

As the war dragged on, ruining lives and ripping families asunder, it becomes more and more difficult for Draco to try and discover Harry's hiding place and more and more difficult for Ginny to keep it a secret.

Together, they discover that there is no such thing as true evil and true goodness, that help is sometimes found in the least likely of places…

And that love is truly blind.

Prologue: November 2003

Once you love, you cannot take it back; you cannot undo it. What you felt may have changed, shifted slightly, yet still remains love… -- Whitney Otto

Severus Snape's dungeons were always cold, but that November day they seemed even more frigid than I was accustomed to. There was frost on the windows, and it spelled out intricate designs, each as unique as a snowflake or a spider's web. I can still remember staring out those windows, watching dusk fall onto the Hogwarts grounds, seeing lights blinking on all the way in Hogsmeade. I'd thought it looked like a Christmas card.

I shivered subconsciously, and the man beside me noticed before I did. He wrapped his arms around my stomach, and I leaned back into his warmth, savouring the feeling of being in this man's arms. I glanced across the boiling cauldron, staring at my youngest brother and my newest – though, oldest – sister. Ron's face was drawn with worry and he periodically glanced from the cauldron to me to the man holding me. Hermione looked sad and lonely, and I wanted to scream at Ron, tell him to take her into his arms and get her out of there.

We must have stood there for hours in silence, all eight of us. Professor Snape's face was grave as he watched the potion slowly turn from green to utterly clear. Dumbledore was silent as he stared out the window, no doubt remembering the last time he'd been at the distribution of this potion, not yet twenty-three years in the past. George stood next to Ron, his arm wrapped around his fiancée, Juliana Fawcett's waist. George occasionally mumbled suggestions to Snape, whose head shot up with fierce stares, but occasionally followed them. Juliana's eyes were dry, but tearstains from hours before could still be seen on her pale cheeks.

Finally, Snape looked up. "Potter."

"It's ready then?"

"Yes. You and Miss Weasley are going to need to remain here." He turned and glanced at Professor Dumbledore. "Are you sure about this, professor?"

"Oh, quite sure Severus," he murmured absently.

He glanced at Harry, an eyebrow raised. "There are some people you'd like to say good bye to, aren't there?"

Harry jumped, and walked towards Juliana, giving her an almost brusque hug. "Good luck," she whispered, smiling. He half-smiled back at her and turned to George.

"They'll find Fred. You know they're going to. Angelina won't let them stop looking until he's found."

George managed a weak smile, though I could see tears in his eyes at the mention of his twin.

It was several moments before I realized I was crying as well.

Harry moved to Ron and Hermione next, singling out Hermione first. He hugged her gently, and whispered something into her ear. She laughed a little, and said, "Don't… don't forget though, the two of us." As Harry rolled his eyes, she continued: "Hurry home, Harry…"

Harry gave her a small smile and glanced at Ron. "Seems like that depends on you, doesn't it, Strategists Master?"

Ron's ears turned red, and he started spluttering. "Of course it doesn't… I don't know where you come off, saying things like that…," he trailed off and looked down at his best friend. "Good luck, Harry."

Harry grinned cheekily, the nervousness in his eyes barely apparent. "I don't believe in luck." Harry punched Ron's shoulder lightly, and turned quickly.

I was the only one to see the tears in his eyes before Dumbledore announced it was time for the others to leave, that the potion was ready.

When the dungeons were empty save the four of us that remained, Harry finally turned to me. Hands, callused from Muggle defense training, cradled my face. Once they had been callused from gripping brooms and stray snitches. His thumbs traced along the remnants of my tears; so softly I could barely feel the pressure. His gentleness made me start crying all over again.

"Ahh, Gin, don't cry…" he murmured as I collapsed into his chest, soaking his robes with salty tears. "Ginny, I never could stand making you cry… please don't let my last memory of you be one where you're crying because of me."

I lifted my face and kissed him frantically, desperate to have the feeling of his lips imprinted on mine forever. My tears gradually stopped flowing and I managed a weak smile. "I love you Harry."

"I love you too, Ginny Weasley."

Our declarations might have gone on for quite some time, had not an awkward cough from the direction of Snape stopped us.

The rest of that night is lost in a blur to me: I have a memory of drinking a substance that could have passed as water, Harry leaning down and whispering in my ear a secret location, giving me a final kiss. Dumbledore announcing, "The Fidelius charm has been administered."

And then standing in those cold dungeons with only Snape's expressionless face to comfort me, as Dumbledore whisked my Harry away, into the night.

I would not see him again for nearly three years.