"You know, when you said we were stopping somewhere else first," said James, "I didn't think you meant a creepy Irish mansion."

 "Of course you wouldn't think that," Ginny replied. "Besides, I wanted it to be a surprise."

 She went to the front doors and knocked loudly, and then stepped back to wait for someone to answer.

 A middle-aged woman, probably in her fifties, answered the door.

 "Hello," she said, looking at each of them in turn. "Can I help you?"

 "Hi, Mrs. Malfoy," Ginny said. "You probably wouldn't know me, but my name's Ginny Weasley. I used to be friends with Harry, Declan's boyfriend? His friend Ron is my brother."

 "Ah, yes, I know Ron. I can see a bit of a resemblance. And is this a friend of yours?" she asked, looking at James.

 "Yeah. This is my boyfriend, James Wilkinson. I think you met when you were in New York. You know, during the war?"

 The woman, Mrs. Malfoy, peered closer at him. "There was a boy across the hall from us named James Wilkinson. My goodness, was that you?"

 "Mrs. Kelly?" James had ben staring at her, and realized who she was.

 She laughed. "Oh, my real name is Sorcha Malfoy, dear. Those were fake names my husband came up with. It was necessary at the time. Oh, it's a shame Cathair isn't home right now. That's my husband's real name, Cathair Malfoy. He works for the Ministry, and he's been stuck there doing work and hasn't been home yet. I suppose you two must be looking for Declan."

 "Is he here?" James asked.

 "Yes, he is. Why don't the two of you come in?"

 Ginny and James entered the mansion, and James stood in the front hallway staring at everything. Everything was plainly furnished, but still elegant.

 "Declan!" Mrs. Malfoy called. "There's people here to see you."

 "Who is it?"

 A man came bounding down the stairs, and it didn't take long for James to recognize him. Twenty years had made Declan Malfoy look older, but he still had those same eyes that made James recognize him as soon as they locked eyes.

 "I'm sorry," Declan said to James. "Have we met? You seem...very...familiar." He came down the rest of the stairs. "James?"

 James nodded. "If you mean James Wilkinson, then yeah, that's me."

 Declan stared at him for a few seconds like he was in shock, which he probably was. But then he broke into a smile and cried, "Well, I wouldn't even believe it if you weren't standing right in front of me! James Wilkinson from New York! How did you get here?"

 "I brought him," said Ginny.

 Declan looked over at her, and his face changed. "Oh. Um, it's Ginny Weasley, right?"

 She nodded. "Yeah. It is."

 "Hey, Declan, who's here?"

 Another man came down this stairs, this one also in his thirties. He wore a pair of round glasses and had a visible scar on his forehead.

 "Oh." Declan looked back and forth, apparently feeling very awkward. "James, this is my boyfriend, Harry. Harry, this is James Wilkinson. I met him during my year in New York during the war."

 "Nice to meet you, Harry." James held out his hand. "I've heard about both of you from Ginny. Congrats on being a happy couple. And I mean that."

 Harry hesitantly shook James' hand. "Nice to meet you. Um, hi, Ginny."

 Ginny nodded. "Harry."

 "Hey, James, do you want to go out back with me?" Declan asked. "I think we have some catching up to do."

~~~~~~

 "Was it a good idea to leave them together?" James asked as they sat in the grass.

 "Probably not," Declan answered. "But I think there's things they still have to discuss. So, what have you been doing in the last twenty years?"

 "If you can believe it, I co-owned a restaurant and bar called Johnny's for a while. But I gave up my part to move to England with Ginny."

 "Well, that's a big move. Are the two of you that serious?"

 "Sure are. What about you and Harry? Ginny said you guys have been together for years."

 "We have, and it is serious. James...Harry and I are getting married."

 James raised his eyebrows. "Seriously?"

 Declan nodded. "Yeah. But no one really knows about it yet. Harry actually proposed to me a couple of weeks ago, and I couldn't turn him down. You know, I'd like it if you came to the wedding. You are sort of a friend, I guess."

 "Wow. You know, I've never been to a wedding before. I might take you up on that. Is this an offer of friendship?"

 Declan smiled. "Consider it one."

 "James." Ginny came over and looked down at them.

 "Hey, Ginny. Um, how'd it go with Harry?"

 "Well, we had an awkward conversation, but who knows? Maybe someday we'll be friends again."

 "Well, I've scored us invitations to a wedding. Any chance you'd want to go with me?"

 Ginny looked down at Declan and nodded. "Sounds nice. Maybe. But we've got to get going; my family's waiting."

 "Will I see you again anytime soon?" Declan asked James.

 James nodded. "Count on it."