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Even the Queen of India landed on her behind after a PortKey.

Draco smirked. She looked extremely weird sitting in the dirt on her regal backside. He held out a hand and pulled her up. Her Ladies In Waiting (she had only brought two with her, one being the real Queen) got up and brushed the Queen off. Draco examined Queen Seneria's eyes carefully. He could see Ginny's anger lighting up in them. She had finally realised where they were.

"The Burrow?" she questioned. Draco nodded.

"Yes, My Lady. This is where I live," Draco answered.

"Well, it is cold. Take us inside," she demanded. Draco nodded.

"As you wish."

Just as the Ladies In Waiting entered the building, the Queen grabbed Draco's arm.

"Draco, you know they'll recognise me!" she whispered.

"No, they won't. You're good at being someone else."

"But you knew who I was!"

"Only because..." Draco trailed off. He turned to go into the Burrow. "Because I..."

Ginny huffed and went in past him.

Mrs Weasley dropped her pan that she was levitating into the sink. It hit Fred on the head, who was sitting at the table.

"Ow! Mum!" he cried, clasping his head. Ginny fought the urge to run over and hug them both.

"Mrs Weasley, please meet Queen Seneria of India. She will be staying with us here under Lupin's instructions," Draco explained. The Queen smiled.

"Of course," Mrs Weasley said, curtseying.

"I am grateful for your hospitality," Queen Seneria curtseyed back. Mrs Weasley flushed bright red.

"Oh, dear, it's a pleasure! To think, royalty in my humble home!" she flittered.

"It is anything but humble - it is quite magical! I love it already," Queen Seneria said. Fred got up and offered the Queen his seat. She took it.

Mrs Weasley was gazing at the Queen as if in a trance.

"Are you alright, Mrs Weasley?" Draco asked. Mrs Weasley jumped.

"Of course!" she said. "But our hair, my dear, reminds me of my youngest child's, Ginny. But she's left now. She's in India...She must be one of your Ladies In Waiting!" she exclaimed, suddenly excited.

"Of course she is," Queen Seneria agreed. "She could not come because she did not want to be emotionally influenced if I needed protection."

"Is she well?"

"Oh, yes, we treat all our servants with the greatest care and respect."

"Oh," Mrs Weasley sighed, sinking into a chair. Fred was trying to peel his gaze away from the Queen. Draco smirked. It was quite sick really.

The kitchen door burst open and the whole Weasley family piled in, including Fleur and Carolina, her and Bill's two year old daughter, Hermione and Harry. Hermione's stomach was once again as flat as it ever was. She looked well. They all greeted the Queen appropriately, until it came to Harry.

He stared at her openly. His face suddenly looked nervous. Ginny's stomach lurched. But he couldn't harm her now. She was bigger than that now.

"No...You aren't the Queen!" he cried, "It's Ginny! That's Ginny!" he cried, looking around. Mrs Weasley tutted, but Charlie rose to his feet.

"It is! Ginny!" he cried, and embraced her. The Ladies In Waiting dutifully stepped forward. The real Queen Seneria looked agitated. But when Charlie tore away from Ginny there were tears running down her face and it was obvious who she was. Everyone started piling on top of her, hugging her and kissing her. Draco sat back in a chair and waited for the fuss to stop.

Once everyone sat down at the table and fell silent, Ginny stood up, still dressed with her regal airs and graces. She looked powerful and in control, and Draco could tell that her brothers were more than impressed.

"I'm terribly sorry that I didn't write. But no one at all was allowed to know. But I've been fine. And now you know, you must promise me that none of this will cross this doorway. No one must find out. It is more than my life - and Queen Seneria's - is worth."

"But Gin, where is the Queen?" George asked. Ginny turned, and the real Queen stepped up. Ginny took her seat.

"I am," she said. She was completely identical to Ginny. Ginny held herself and spoke them same. They were like carbon copies.

"I am sorry for stealing your precious sister from you," she smiled. "But she has been an incredible help and is a brilliant decoy Queen. None of you - her closest family - even recognised her! I commend her. So lets all raise our glasses to Ginny - my loyal protector!"

Everyone did, and shouted cheers. Ginny flushed red.

"I'm so pleased to be home!" she whispered.

***

Everyone had gone back to calling Ginny Queen Seneria. It was precautionary in case there were spies. But everyone was ecstatic to finally know how their sister was.

Ginny was shown to her old room. It was exactly as it was the day she left it. She sat on her bed and cried with relief. She'd left the Ladies In Waiting downstairs with her mother, and she'd undressed to a simple white silk choli with no patterns, and white silk harem trousers. She was ready for bed, but she had to wait for her Ladies In Waiting. They always slept in the same room, for safety.

Sighing, Ginny decided to try and sleep. She couldn't wait for them. Her emotions were sore and her head hurt with relief. She blew the candle out and slid under her sheets. Her body relaxed. She didn't wait long before she succumbed to sleep.

***

Ginny woke with a start. Someone had opened her door and was coming into her room. She sat up, wiping her eyes and looking around. She couldn't see anyone.

"Hello? Who's there?" she asked, trying to remain calm. She could hear people downstairs talking so she knew it wasn't an intruder. That thought didn't make her feel any better. She gulped. Nausea swept threw her body.

"Ron?" she whispered, drawing the quilts closer to her. The door closed and suddenly she could see Harry.

"Harry? What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. He came closer and sat on the end of her bed.

"It's been a long time, Ginny," he said quietly, scanning her face.

"I know," she answered coolly, trying to hide her fear.

"Why did you leave?" he asked.

"Because...It was too good of an opportunity for me to turn down!" she said, smiling nervously. Harry's eyes were dark.

"You left me," he whispered.

"Harry, I had to! I couldn't go on like that anymore! How could you expect -!"

"I expected that you'd stay here and keep your mouth shut. But you didn't do either! You went to bloody India and you told Malfoy what we got up to!"

"Harry! We didn't get up to anything! You did! You raped me Harry - time after time after time!" Ginny cried, suddenly hoping someone would hear.

"It wasn't like that!" Harry hissed.

"Last time I looked, if you force someone unwilling into sex it's rape," Ginny spat.

"Well, if you say so!" Harry grabbed her. Ginny wriggled away from him.

"How can you do this to me?" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Because I want to."

"No!" Ginny screamed, and kicked out. She felt - and heard - the connection as her foot hit his groin. He groaned and rolled off the bed.

Ginny took the opportunity to get up and she ran for her life out of the room, down the stairs and burst into the kitchen.

"Ginny!" Hermione cried. She was clutching her baby girl to her chest. Ron looked up too.

"What's wrong?" he asked, seeing her tear-stained face. Hermione gave the baby to Ron.

Ginny pushed past her and flung the door open. She tore down the driveway, past the pond, through the gate and began sprinting barefoot down the hill she lived on. Her hair was flying, mud was splattering her face and clothes and bare stomach. Tears left streaks down her muddy face.

She could see where she was going - it was so dark. She kept running. There was no way she was ever going back there. Stuff the Queen - it was not worth it.

She ran through the woods surrounding the hill, barely breathing, until she came to be obstructed by a main road.

"Damn!" she cried, falling to the floor, catching her breath.

There was no where for her to go. She had no friends. She had nothing.

***