A/N: This story was probably the hardest thing I ever wrote. It took me a
lot of strength to actually write it down, but there was no way that I’d forget
the plot. I want to dedicate ”My last Story” to all those wonderful people I
met in the last two years online. You gave me strength to go on, when I needed
somebody with whom I could be just me! I want to thank Anne and Yolanda, for beta-reading this story. I hope you will like this story.
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My last story:
The rain was hammering rhythmically against the thin glass of the slightly
dirty window. An old bed was standing in one of the corners, while on the other
side a small table and a chair were standing. The room didn’t look as if it had
been used in the last few years: not totally abandoned, but also not
like it was used on a daily basis. The colour of the wall wasn’t exactly
fashionable, but nobody seemed to mind. Somebody could be heard walking up the
staircase to the second floor.
The door cracked open, and a small shade
of light was bathing the room in a ghostly way. The footfalls of the person
were slow, but steps of the person were slow but still sounded surprisingly
light on the wooden floor. The breathing was irregular, stopping from time to
time, only to be interrupted by a coughing fit. The woman seemed to know
exactly where she wanted to go, since she never stopped walking, while she was
whispering incomprehensible words all the while. There, hidden from the world,
she sat in an armchair right next to the window, staring outside.
teardrops ran down her face, as she pressed her palm against the thin material.
The deep wrinkles close to her eyes, made her look very exhausted. She was
allowed to look this way though, because like she had been told just a few
months ago, this was how one of the oldest witches in the world was supposed to
look. Nobody had asked her then if she liked looking like that, or if she still
liked being on this planet.
coughing fit, and this time she had to press her palm against her mouth because
it seemed to rip her apart. She pressed her eyes shut, just for a second. That
would surely help her.
Somebody was calling her, definitely worried.
you have to come with me,” Ron Weasley, Arthur and Molly Weasley's youngest
son, was urging his two-year-old sister. Obviously, he wasn’t very persuasive
because the little girl started to shake her head violently, a cry threatening
to escape her.
I surprise for you,” the boy answered, pointing at the living room door. “Pey
helped me,” he continued firmly, stamping his tiny foot on the carpet floor. At
this, a boy of perhaps seven years came running into the room, fixing his
youngest brother with a glare.
Weasley, it’s Percy and Ginny and I have a surprise, do you understand that?”
let them play, Percy,” Bill muttered while he came into the room still fighting
with his Prefect badge.
he’ll never say my name right, if nobody tells him the right way to say it,”
the other boy argued, his attention wandering to the shiny badge on Bill’s
three, when he’ll be older he’ll call you Percy-kinns anyway,” was the teasing
could be heard from Ron and Ginny both giggling heartily. Bill, too burst out
what you've done? They'll call me that all the time now.” He fixed his oldest
brother with a Thank-you-very-much
look, obviously furious, but too shy to actually say anything else.
I’m really sorry…” Percy still looked offended. “Okay, let me see, you can wear
my Prefect badge during summer holidays. Deal?” Percy looked delighted by that suggestion and didn’t seem to mind
the name accident any longer.
we should make Ginny look at Ron’s present or he’ll never stop whining,” Percy
said turning back to…nobody, because Ginny and Ron were gone. “Where are they?”
he asked alarmed by the absence of his siblings.
soft laugh could be heard from the living room and Percy, followed shortly by
Bill ran into the other room. Ginny was holding a little drawing Ron had done
to her chest. “Pery has writ-en evything that I old him,” Ron announced
was carefully laying the paper on the table, before hugging her brother very
tightly, giving him a short peck on his neck. “Love,” was all she said.
nodded eagerly, while Percy and Bill were standing in the door, both of them
grinning in a proud manner. “Aren’t they sweet?” Bill asked, not really expecting
an answer from his overly correct brother, but he got an answer anyway.
can't go to Hogwarts and leave me alone,” Ginny shouted before she let the door
bump close, leaving a very confused Ron in the staircase. Of course Ginny had
never liked September 1st, when all of their brothers left home for
school again, but never had she acted like this.
I have to go…and I want you to come to the station with me…Why do you have to
make this so hard for me?” He was frustrated. Ever since they'd been old
enough, they had dreamed about this day, how Hogwarts would be and
everything…and now she did not even want to come to the train station with
him…Unfair! The door opened again and Ginny was standing in front of him. Her
eyes were red and she looked miserable.
don’t want you to go! I’ll miss you so much. Who will I dream about Hogwarts
with this year?” she said, her warm brown eyes, looking incredibly sad.
me, Gin…I’ll write you tons of letters...” He wrapped her in a hug, a thing he
had not done in a very long time.
had been a month now, since he last wrote to her…A whole long month with only
her parents around. What was the use of
having a big family when you are alone for most of the year? Ginny
wondered. Even Bill and Charlie had written to her more often than the brothers
who were closer to her in age. It almost seemed as if they had forgotten about
her existence. She was used to the fact that Fred and George barely ever wrote,
and that Percy’s letters were so boring that she had to stop reading from time
to time…But Ron knew how silent the Burrow could become during the year… The
Ghoul didn’t help her the slightest bit…
dinner!” her mother called. She started to slowly make her way down to the
kitchen, when Mrs. Weasley called again. “And Errol has brought some letters
from the boys!” Now that was a reason for running down the stairs.
indeed, all her brothers had written some letters for her. Her eyes scanned them…She found Ron’s
easily, and she opened it with shaking fingers.
It’s very exciting here. Harry and
I made friends with Hermione Granger the other day. I’m doing fine, how about
face fell immediately. This was the letter she had waited for a whole month?
I’m not going to talk to you…GITS!” Ginny was screaming in the Weasley kitchen,
to her mum’s dismay.
Ginny,” her mother broke in, obviously hoping to calm her only daughter.
you know about their letters for me…They were tiny.” She continued to glare at her brothers, who seemed to shrink
under her intense look.
had so much stuff to do,” Fred tried to excuse them.
many pranks, you know?” George added.
had to keep watching out for them.” Percy tried to look confident.
I had to help Harry P..” Ron started to explain, when…
don’t care about what you did this year…You have a sister, and you all promised
me to write tons of long letters, and what did I get?” Ginny placed a small box
on the centre of the table… “That!” she pointed at the almost empty box…
have you put my letters?” Percy asked smiling.
You mean those three you wrote during this year? They're in here as well! As
are Ron and Fred and George’s letters!” The boys started to look ashamed… “And
these…” She placed a much bigger box, which was totally filled with letters
right next to the first one. “…Are Bill and Charlie's letters from this year!”
Now all four looked shocked.
people in Hogwarts even know that you have a sister?! Or am I totally
forgotten, as soon as you walk out of this door?” She pointed at the front
door, before turning around leaving the room as fast as she could.
boys had returned from school a week ago. Not once had one of them tried to
apologized to her…And although Ginny was dying to hear all their stories, to
hear about Harry Potter--a blush was colouring her cheeks as she thought so--
she wasn’t willing to forgive them that easily.
had gone to the old oak tree very early in the morning so nobody would bother
her. Only her mum knew about where she went, and she'd had to promise Ginny not
to tell anybody. She took out her quill and parchment trying to play the game
again- the game she had played every year with her brothers. What will Hogwarts be like?
her small hand would write down the answers as fast as she could, but not this
time. She looked sadly at the papers from earlier years…They were full of hopes
and dreams and laughter. Why did she have to be so stubborn? She loved
them…that was why! Doing this alone here was boring and probably didn't even
count. Suddenly she saw four shadows behind her…she knew them, but that even
Percy was there! Her heart jumped a bit. She didn’t say a word. Even if she wanted
to forgive them, they had to make a good impression on her.
out for Snape,” she could hear Ron say into the silence.
me?” Ginny asked, turning her face to them. They looked sad, and helpless. Was
making peace with her that hard?
potions teacher, who hates us- mainly because of them,” Percy continued
pointing at the twins.
It’s not only because of us…” George protested.
also because Ron is Harry Potter’s best friend!” Fred finished. Ginny looked
from one to the other not sure what to do…She should leave…In all their fun
they had forgotten to say the one sentence that would make it count. She looked
why aren’t you that writing down?” Ron broke in. “We need this. After all, you
are leaving for Hogwarts this year with
the best always comes last,” Fred added before sitting down next to Ginny. Even
if she was still a bit angry, this had been a rather sweet thing to say, she
missed you-“ George sat down on her other side putting his arm around her
love you-“ Ron added ruefully.
are very sorry that we gave you the feeling that we don’t need or want you with
us,” Fred added once more, and Ginny felt that he meant it. They were being
honest with her.
we promise to be the best brothers ever!” Percy finished, looking at her in a
manner he’d normally call childish.
because I’d believe that,” Ginny said, probably scaring the life out of them.
But after all, she was a Weasley, and teasing them wasn’t too hard. She got up
from her spot shoving Ron and Percy aside…She started to walk away slowly,
hearing their protests. She turned a bit, seeing that they were seated in a
circle, looking as if they had just lost a game against Slytherin. She stopped
and came back, biting her lip in order not to laugh.
just wanted to add…” She tried to look very serious. “I love you all too, you
gits!” And with that Ginny was in the middle of her brothers hugging her… “You
know I’m a living thing…I need AIR to survive.” She laughed for the first time
Weasley watched her children with relief. She really didn’t like when they were
fighting. Even if it took a lot of hints from her, in the end the boys had
found Ginny by themselves, and she'd never broken her promise at all…
was standing in front of the Sorting Hat. What would she give to be sorted
already? She wanted to be in Gryffindor so badly that it hurt. But what if she
belonged into Hufflepuff or Slytherin? The only house Ginny was sure that she
had no chance of getting into was Ravenclaw. She wasn’t stupid, but she was in
no way that intelligent. She had stopped listening after a boy called Colin
Creevey was sorted into Gryffindor. She needed that luck as well.
Weasley!” Professor McGonagall shouted into the cheers for some girl who had
just been sorted into Slytherin. Ginny stepped forward, her whole body shaking.
She looked at her brothers who were all smiling at her encouragingly- well,
all but Ron, who wasn’t even in Hogwarts for all she had heard. She had no idea
what happened to him or Harry but it worried her that they weren’t around. She
just hoped that nothing had happened to them…
felt the hat settle over her eyes. Oh
another Weasley! I know exactly what to do with you…Gryffindor…oh wait, you
have another side in you… very different from your relatives…You could do well
Not Slytherin, Ginny’s inside was
screaming. She could not even imagine what those Slytherin gits would do to her if they got close enough. Or what her
brothers would say, or what Harry Potter would say. Not Slytherin, she begged while making a silent note that she had
to tell this to her diary when this was over.
Are you sure? The hat asked, as if
he'd had that talk already… You could do
great things there…
NO, not Slytherin
PLEASE…Anything but Slytherin…even Hufflepuff would be fine…well not great but
better than Slytherin!
Well then…the hat finished.
“Gryffindor!” And Ginny could hear the cheers from her house.
So why did you try to get rid of me
His tone was so different from the one she was used to. She shivered, knowing
that he was dangerous. Not only because he could have told Harry about her
feelings- no he was far, far more dangerous than that. She wasn’t totally sure
how he made her do those things but she was very sure that she was responsible
for them and that scared her.
You are scared, aren’t you? He always seemed to
know what she was feeling, even if she didn’t write one word in the diary. He
didn’t need her writing anymore…he had been in her head for a long time now.
Still she tried to deny her fear, answering Tom Riddle that she was as fine as
she could be.
You are lying and you know it! It
could have been so easy for you…you could have left me with Harry…but you were
a fool…Do you really think Harry Potter will ever thank you for taking me away
Ginny shivered, something told her that he was right. Nobody would be happy
about for what she had done during the last year. Not her brothers, not her few
friends… and surely not Harry. He’ll hate
you Ginny… and you know that…Hate you for bringing him and his friends in
danger…hate you for your crush…hate you for being there! Tom was right…
cruel but always so right.
are you still fighting?” he asked her, no longer imprisoned in that damn diary.
He leaned down to her unconscious body. She could feel his breathing on her
skin…unable to escape him. “You could be free now. You could be part of
I will not free YOU…And I know I’ll
be part of something big! her insides shouted desperately. She wanted to live,
wanted to see more of the world. Whatever he told her, she wasn’t willing to
give up here, in a chamber. Not as long as there was still hope…hope that
somebody would save her. She heard Tom’s cruel laughter filling the air…and
then she felt the presence of another person close by…Harry was here…
was dancing in his arms, enjoying the stories he was telling her. She had
promised herself to make the best of this ball, and he was not even that bad as
a dancer… A pain shot through her body as he stepped on her foot again…
sorry, Ginny,” he apologized, stepping back, while laughing a bit ruefully.
Well, okay he wasn’t the best dancer, but at least he had asked her in a
sweet way. Even if she had been second choice, after Hermione had told him that
she had already a date. He whirled her around another time, making it
impossible to focus on anybody. She liked the idea of being so carefree. The
music stopped, and they left the dance floor.
you like anything to drink?” Neville asked her as soon as they had reached
please. A pumpkin juice would be great,” she added, smiling politely up at him
before he left for their drinks.
an unknown girl asked her.
I’m Hannah Abbott,” the girl introduced herself. “I saw that you're here with
Neville,” Ginny saw a blush creeping up the girl’s face and she had a very good
idea why that was. “I just wanted to ask you…well…ehm…” Suddenly the girl
didn’t seem to know how to continue.
smiled at her, feeling sympathy towards this girl. If nothing else, her crush
on Harry had taught her that speaking about feelings was never easy. She
motioned for Hannah to sit down next to her.
are you here with?” Ginny asked carefully.
She pointed at another Hufflepuff and Ginny nodded.
glad that I’m here with Neville,” Ginny said, seeing the girl’s smile falter a
bit. “He’s a very good friend of
mine.” She hoped that Hannah understood what she was implying and judging by
Hannah’s expression she had.
war was still going on as Ginny had finished school. Most of her brothers were
active fighters and so were many of her older friends from school. In what was
maybe a childish way, Ginny had always imagined that with Harry Potter leaving
Hogwarts, the war would be over as well…but it was not to be. So Ginny had to
decide what to do with her future. To fight and save what was left of the
wizarding world, or to pretend that everything was fine and live her life as
normally as possible.
there had been too many deaths already and Ginny feared more horrible news
every day. In her heart she had always known that she would have to fight. She
was sitting in the headquarters of the Order of Phoenix, waiting for the head
to arrive. He was the one who would decide where Ginny would work. The door
cracked open, and Remus Lupin entered, his hair more grey than Ginny could
morning, Professor,“ Ginny greeted the older man, unsure what else to call him.
Weasley.” He nodded at her. “We aren’t at school any longer. You can call me
Mr. Lupin, or of course Remus, like your whole family does.” He smiled warmly
and Ginny felt more comfortable.
you have to call me Ginny! … I’m here to offer my services to the Order.” He
stopped smiling at that, looking very old all of sudden…and very tired.
you sure?” he asked, his voice hopeless, and far away. She nodded yes. “This is
very dangerous, Ginny. I want you to understand, that every day people are
dying on our side. I want you to think about it carefully, because I know that
hearing this news won’t delight your family. your family won’t be
delighted by hearing this news. And I don’t want you to go into this without
being aware of the consequences.”
“I've thought about this more than
once,” she answered trying hard to sound unemotional. “But I need to do this.
Voldemort has already taken Charlie away from me…I don’t want to lose another
brother because of him… without even trying to fight him,” she continued her
voice shaking slightly.
can't go into this because you want revenge!” Remus protested, sounding
alarmed. “You’d not only get yourself into life-threatening danger, but
also whoever was around you.” Ginny sighed. She knew he was going to say that.
not offering my help because of revenge…I'm offering my help because I want to
do something, because I’d go insane otherwise.” Even to herself, she sounded
Ginny, I can’t say that I’m surprised…I’m also not happy about this…but I
understand your reasons…I’ll put you under Harry’s order. He’ll teach you
everything you need to know.”
that would had been a real attack, you’d be dead by now!” Harry yelled, not
leaving a doubt how furious he was. “You ought to be more careful! One wrong
step, and you won’t live to see another day!” Nothing betrayed the fact that he
was talking to Ginny Weasley, his best friend’s little sister. His voice was
cold and full of hatred against the Death Eaters, or was it against herself?
was lying on the ground covered with mud. Her head was aching from the spell
Harry had used to make the fight realistic. She was swearing under her breath,
promising Harry that he’d pay for this.
up!” he said pointing his wand at her again. “Now!” She wanted to stay on the
ground; every one of her own bones hurt horribly.
she heard and then the pain was too much. This wasn’t a training program
anymore, this was the road to hell. Her eyes were tearing up, and she clutched
her arms over her stomach protecting herself as much as possible. “Are you
going to give up?” he yelled, pointing his wand away from her. Was that the
reason for his cruelty? Had her family interfered here, to make sure that she’d
leave? Whatever reason Harry had to hurt her, she’d fight…she wouldn't give up.
she answered, and the pain returned. “Are you giving up now?”
looked into the mirror in her small room. She was only twenty, but her eyes
looked older. She had seen too much already. Her finger touched the small scar
on her chin, barely visible anymore. Her soul had more scars already…it didn’t
matter.. Too many nameless people died…too many on the good side…it wasn’t
fair… She belonged to the best now, and it should fill her with pride, but
every victory felt more shallow. What was there to fight for, if there wasn’t
anything left, when people who loved and were loved in return died senselessly?
When nobody would be waiting for her once the final battle was fought? Her
heart ached for something to keep the nightmares away.
door opened,… He was pale when he entered… It was the third time since she had
become a soldier that he'd appeared in her room unasked. She knew what that
meant… She knew it all too well.
first time he had come, her heart had stopped beating a second, from the pain;
Neville was dead. He had died as a real hero killing Wormtail in a battle that
nobody else could have won. Hannah hadn’t taken it well. She had sworn revenge,
and it had scared Ginny because she knew that Hannah would fight till the end
just as Ginny herself had sworn.
next time Harry had visited, it had been Lee Jordan…Standing too close to a
Death Eater Harry had said, before he had left. Harry never stayed. He
always coldly told her the news.
time he was paler, his eyes red from crying…She didn’t want to hear it. Not Ron, not Dad, not Hermione…please God
no…not anybody from my family… She feared his words. He stood in front of
her, searching her eyes.
Dumbledore,” was all he got out, before he sunk to his knees, crying like a
he didn’t…” Ginny whispered. He didn't fight anymore fought anymore…how
“He just died… just like that…Can you
believe it?” he whispered. They had been prepared to lose people in the
battles. They could blame somebody for those deaths…but who was to blame if
somebody died naturally? She could feel tears running down her face… and before
she knew what she was doing, she was on the floor next to Harry, hugging him
tightly to her. They sat there for a long time, without speaking a word, only
holding onto each other… It hurt less in his arms…
away the war had always helped…But today there was no longer any dreaming…Today
they had to fight for their right to live. They were all there: friends, family
and even people she had learned to hate during her childhood, like Draco
Malfoy, who were now on her side. Over the years she had learned to control her
feelings…here they were all equal and they had only one enemy, nothing could
glanced at Harry; he looked so worried and something in her ached. She wished
that she could only tell him once…Tell him everything…could she be denied
this? They were friends now… why should
she stay silent? She looked at Ron and Hermione holding onto each other as if
there was no tomorrow.
what, if there was no tomorrow? She had to tell him; even if he didn’t feel
the same, he needed to know it… needed to know that he was loved.
He looked at her, and for a small second his eyes were alive again.
He glanced away to the other side of the field.
we talk for a second? Just a second…” Suddenly she felt unsure… He must have
seen how important this was for her, because he nodded leading her into the
is it?” His voice was urgent and sounded rushed.
need to tell you something before it’s too late…” she whispered. But before she
could continue, he hushed her with his finger.
never too late Gin.” She gazed into his eyes feeling her knees go just a bit
weaker. “Don’t start to say goodbye… We’ll have a lifetime,” he insisted.
what if we don’t…”
me, that you’ll grow old,” he continued, although Death Eaters could
already be heard. Ginny wanted, needed to tell him…
I … but Harry I lo-“
me…I know everything I need to know…” he begged, holding onto her .
me!” Harry shouted.
promise,” she finally said. Once more he looked into her eyes before he turned
LOVE YOU!” she cried, leaving the tent in tears.
“If we knew when friends around us
Closely press to say goodbye
Which among the lips that kiss us
First would 'neath the daisies lie
We would clasp our arms around them
Looking on them through our tears
Tender words of loving kindness
We would whisper in their ears.“
stone was all that was left of them. All those people willing to save their
families and friends and there was only a stone marking their bravery. It
ached. The memory of the last hours of the battle was too horrible; the cries
of pain in her head too fresh… She got down on her knees, slowly rocking
herself. She had survived, but how high was the price she would pay for it?
“Ginny?” She didn’t move. Only when his hand touched
her back, she tensed a bit.
be along… Just a few more minutes,” she answered, her eyes never leaving the
cold stone in front of her. This was all past now…She could move on if she
wanted… She just needed to… It’s only a
memory, he had told her after he had rescued her in the chamber. She had
promised herself to protect him one day…to pay back her debt … but she hadn't
been able to… She sighed, while lifting herself from the ground... Ginny walked
up to her family, looking back once more … Somebody stood next to her hugging
her tightly from behind, making her smile a bit…
Thank you Hannah…Thank you for
protecting my love… I’ll never forget you!
when a light breeze started to move the
leaves, it seemed as if Ginny could hear Hannah’s voice softly answering, Don’t waste any time, life is too short…
Hannah was right.
Harry whispered against her neck, making her shiver. “It’s time to get up.” He
mused turning with her in his arms.
“And, why is that?”
Ginny giggled, feeling so very much alive so close to him.
“Because today is
the first day of our new life.” His lips travelled slowly over her face,
leaving her with the desire for more.
“I love you Ginny Potter,” he continued. “Besides your family is already waiting for
“Who cares?” she
snuggled closer, letting her fingers roam over his muscular back. “And they
know that we’ll be late anyway…So why should we be the first couple that
arrives on time after their wedding night?” she asked, before kissing him fully
on his lips, feeling his whole body react…
“I love you,” she
whispered breathlessly against his chest.
knew that she was a lousy liar. He’d know within five minutes, but she wanted
to wait a bit longer. Her face was probably glowing with happiness but that
didn’t stop her from staying quiet… Their first…She bit her lip impatiently
just guess…it’s really not that hard,” Ginny said her eyes dancing.
I can spend an hour guessing, or you just tell me and we can start to celebrate
an hour earlier,” he answered getting up from his seat. He was so close now
that she could have easily touched him. Her hand reached for his, placing it at
she asked trying to look meaningful, and Harry’s eyes widened, questioning.
mean?” he asked and Ginny nodded. “We are going to have a baby?” When she
nodded again, he picked her up whirling her around. “I’m going to become a
daddy!” he said in a sing-song voice before he put Ginny down again, leaning to
her flat stomach. “Hey, little one… I’m your daddy!” He shoved her shirt up
slightly, kissing her belly lightly. “I’m your daddy…I’ll always be there for
you,” Harry continued while he gazed into Ginny’s eyes. When he was eye-level again, she could see
tears shimmering in his eyes… Tears of joy.
won’t stop crying on her own, will she?” Harry asked sleepily. It was the third
night in a row that their three-month-old daughter hasn’t let them sleep.
Jonathan ever stopped on his own?” Ginny answered before she turned around
ready to leave their bed, but Harry stopped her.
“Let me,” he kissed her palm before he
went to their second child. Ginny leaned back, listening to his voice talking
to Hannah in whispers. It was a relief to see that life had turned out normal
for them. They could watch their children grow up in peace without fearing that
some evil wizard would try to kill them….
Her hand wandered over the used blanket on Harry’s side of the bed…
Peace at last…
Harry?!” called a voice from the fireplace. Ginny sat up, her heart pounding.
It was in the middle of the night; what was wrong?
“Yes?” she leaned
forward, looking into Ron’s worried eyes.
come over as fast as you can…” Ron answered.
wrong with her?”
she wants to see all four of you for at least one more time… And hurry!” His
face vanished and Ginny started to shiver violently. She felt strong arms
around her, holding her tightly.
will be all right,” Harry whispered into her ear. And although she knew that he
was wrong, it calmed her. He was with her…
you’ll do great,” she told him over and over again.
know, Mum,” the boy answered hugging Ginny. “Don’t cry Hannah, soon you’ll be
old enough to come with me…”
“When?” the girl asked. “When’ll I be
old enough?” Ginny had to suppress a giggle. Her daughter was reminding her so
much on herself when she was little.
three years,” Harry answered her, smiling patiently.
I can make myself this small,” Hannah answered curling herself into a ball.
“You could tell them that I’m… a cat?” she looked hopefully, but Jonathan only
shook shock his head. “Who am I going to play with?”
can always play with Danielle,” he suggested, while he looked at the big
clock…only two more minutes.
Aunt Hermione, always wants her to study for two hours in the afternoon…Who am
I supposed to play with then?” Ginny thought her daughter was using a good
tactic, even if it would never work, but Jonathan waved his hand.
Ron, Remus or Sirius…and of course Fred and George would love to teach you
tricks… Before you’ll know it, I’ll be back,” he finished hugging all of them
miss you,” he said waving like mad from his compartment.
train started to leave the station, and Hannah, ran after the train till it was
way too fast for her little feet.
be next,” Ginny said, looking slightly sad.
know,” Harry sighed deeply. “They grow up so fast.”
are we going to do with a totally empty house?” Harry asked kissing Ginny
deeply. "Hannah had seemed delighted about leaving for Hogwarts."
I’m sure that we’ll be bored beyond end,” she answered, trying to look serious.
He nodded agreement, before he tickled her mercilessly. “Stop it!” Ginny
screamed trying to free herself. “I really thought we were more grown up than
that!” She finally got up, and ran out of the room.
Since when?” Harry was running after her.
we have two children that are both at Hogwarts?” Harry had finally caught her,
holding her tightly.
we too old for this as well?” His lips were caressing a sensitive spot right
under her earlobe. “Or for that?” He kept on teasing her.
Ginny sighed, unfocused. “What was your question?”
are so beautiful,” Ginny whispered in awe when she looked at her twenty – eight
year old daughter.
Mother I'm not the first in the family to get married,” Hannah answered, while
she fought with her hair.
but my first daughter,” Ginny stepped closer, trying to help with her
daughter’s hair, but the young woman shook her head showing her mother in the
direction of the door.
love you Mum, but please go to Dad. He needs you more than I do!” And with that
Ginny Potter found herself in front of a closed door.
she whirled around looking in the eyes of her husband. She smiled, encouraging
him to speak. “Do you really think that he's the right man for her? Maybe she's
perfect for her…and you know that. Just look into her eyes whenever somebody
he IS a Malfoy!”
We've been friends with Draco since…” Ginny bit her lip, unwilling to remember
back to those days. “The point is, the name Malfoy doesn’t automatically mean
you're right, but she's still too young!” He reached for the doorknob.
do you think you're doing?”
telling my daughter that she can’t get married. Not till she's older!”
most certainly will NOT!… besides, it's a bit late anyway…and…” She stepped
closer, hugging him tightly. “I was three years younger when we got married and
I never regretted that we got married so
soon.” Her lips travelled over his earlobe making him sigh.
didn't?” His smile was almost boyish, making her forget his true age. For her,
he’d always be the young boy she'd fallen in love with.
you even have to ask?”
long do you think will this take?” Ron asked impatiently, walking through the
long as it took the other times,” Ginny answered, laughing.
Ron, somebody could think that this is the first birth in the small Weasley
clan,” Fred added twinkling.
Small,” Ginny looked over the
countless faces of her now grown-up nieces and nephews and their children. “Dad
would have to enchant the car a lot
to get all of us in!”
people always thought that the seven of us are too many!” Bill said, laughing
the door opened, and a very happy Jonathan ran out of the room.
a girl,” he called, before he hugged both of his parents tightly. “Now you're
you please turn off the radio, Harry? I still need to work through these
papers! this papers!” she yelled, throwing the third version of her
report into the basket. The words wouldn’t flow like they were supposed to. Why
did she have to write this stupid report anyway? The radio was still on, and
she heard some song that she definitely would not call music. “Harry darling,
please!” The music played on. She got up, swearing under her breath. If he
wouldn’t do it, then she would.
asked you to turn off the radio!”
want to hear the news. It's in two minutes…then I’ll turn it off.” Ginny
sighed. He could have said that earlier, saving her time.
now, the news…” The voice of the newsreader was nasty, making her shudder.
"There was an attack in London today on two very prominent members of the
wizarding world. Mr and Mrs Ronald Weasley, both instrumental in the defeat of
Voldemort and his Death Eaters over eighty years ago were found unconscious in
their home. A spokesman from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
attributes the attack to Muggle thieves at this time, but the investigation
continues. Mr and Mrs Weasley are currently in St Mungo's, and their situation
my God!” Ginny couldn’t believe it. Her whole body was shaking. She glanced at
Harry who looked as horrible as she felt. She hurried over to the fireplace,
ready to contact Ron and Hermione’s third child, but…
Ginny, Uncle Harry!” It was Danielle’s pale face.
what they said on the news true? How are your parents doing?” Ginny had tons of
questions, but she held herself back, somehow not ready to hear the answers.
it is…” A sob escaped the normally so cool-headed woman… “Mum and Dad… They got
there too late…” Ginny’s view got suddenly blurry. She felt as if somebody had
just kicked her. The last thing she heard was Harry calling her name, before
can't you ever listen?!” His voice was angry. “I told you that I don’t want to
be disturbed…Just leave me alone!”
no, I'm not going to let you run away from our problems…Not again! Ever since…”
She bit her lip. They never talked about Ron and Hermione’s deaths . . .death.…
They had become very good at avoiding this particular topic. “We need to talk!”
she ended, unable to bring the subject up on her own.
you want Gin, you can talk for the rest of your life…But don’t expect me to
listen!” He slammed the door to their living room. Ginny’s heart beat heavily.
She didn’t want him to leave…didn’t want to see him drunk every time he
returned from the pub at night. This wasn’t her world.
She followed, finally catching him at the garden gate.
His eyes were cold. Colder than they had been during the war. Something inside
you walk out now… “ She feared her next words, but even more she feared his
answer. “Don't bother coming back ever again!”
looked… maybe it was surprised? But no... No, he looked calm… Harry nodded,
before turning around and leaving.
mean it!” He kept walking…
blamed everything on them. The war, the deaths…and worst of all, because it
made it her fault as well, her fight with Harry. It had been too much for her
dad, and as much as she wished things were otherwise, she couldn’t change
anything about it. Her dad was gone, and nobody assured that his last years on
earth were filled with happiness.
course, he had reached an amazing age, and of course he had told her that he
had been happy to live his life and that he wouldn’t change a thing, but Ginny
couldn’t shove the feeling of guilt aside …not that easily. Maybe she and Harry could have pretended
that everything was fine, maybe her brothers shouldn’t have bothered him with
all their problems… She was left with only maybes, nothing for sure.
She looked at the empty seat next to her… She
still missed him…He had been visiting her dad as well…Arthur had told her so,
but when she had returned, Harry had already left.
course, she had her children, but they had their own lives, and she valued
their independence too much to call them over every few minutes… She would
manage…her eyes closed, when she felt tears threatening to fall…Tears that had
been sealed away too long…
knocked on the door, startling her for a second. “Can I come in?” Her heart
jumped a bit.
The door opened, and there he was.
He sounded ashamed, sorry…and somehow lonely… Just like she was…”I'm here to…”
His eyes were fixed on the picture that stood on the mantelpiece… A picture of
better times. “Ron and Hermione look happy in that…everybody looks happy…” His
voice failed him. She couldn’t say anything; it was too fascinating to watch
him from her spot. “Do you think we could…” He stopped. “No, of course not. You
wouldn’t want to.” His hand brushed through his snowy white hair…
I’m too old for this game, Harry… Just say whatever it has you have to say.”
Ginny knew how urgent this must sound…
wondered… Do you think we could be happy again? Like we were then?” She could
tell that he was holding his breath. She shook her head.
don’t know,” Ginny reached for his hand, never losing eye contact. “But we
could always try.”
Somebody was calling her, definitely worried. She couldn’t answer… Not
now…there was no energy left…. Life had taken too much.
she knew that voice, but whose was it? To be totally honest, she had stopped
counting the generations by now.
Too many to remember, she had answered the
reporters. They had laughed, believing that this was a hilarious joke, but it
had not been one. She couldn’t remember all those details anymore. Of course,
they were all loved, but their names…that was too much to ask…
woman was standing next to her. She looked so very scared. Those eyes…her son's
eyes, her first grandchild, her husband… She forced herself to speak.
here…” Her body was shaking from the coughs that made her body seize up with
cramps. A name…she remembered a name now. “ Angelina…" Yes, that was the
woman’s name. "I want to tell you all something, before it’s too late, all
talk like this…don’t start to say goodbye!” A smile escaped her. She knew those
words too well. He had once…
grandfather said the same thing many, many years ago…But times are changing.”
She stopped trying to soak in enough air. “I love you all so much.” Angelina’s
sobs were desperate, filling the room. Her hand reached for the younger woman’s
face wiping away her tears. “I want you to know that my life was happy. I filled
it with happiness that nobody could have taken away from me. I had all I could
have wished for…but please, Angelina. You have to let me go now.” It was barely
will.” It sounded unsure…but it didn’t matter anymore. Her eyes closed
peaceful, not fearing her last journey…
“Ginny?” It felt different…so totally
different from what she had ever experienced. There was love, and peace
surrounding her. She didn’t want to move, or open her eyes…just lie here
“Ginny,” the voice was persisting,
making her sigh in disbelief. Who was trying to disturb her now?
Slowly she let her eyes drift open,
looking into a familiar green.
“Harry, what it…Harry?” She felt
fully awake all of sudden… “Look at you… You look so good!” Her hand reached
for his face, planning to caress him, when…”Oh, my hand…did you see my hand?”
She was surprised… at least… No sign of age anymore…it looked so young…Harry
laughed lightly, holding up a mirror. She looked so young again…
“Where am I?” she asked somehow
confused, but at the same time, very safe.
“Home, Ginny,” he said kissing her
lightly. “You are finally home!”
“What home?” she asked,
unbelieving. There was silence for a second, but than she heard familiar voices
chatting happily away. “Is that?” Harry nodded, helping her up from the couch.
Now she realized, where she was: The Burrow!
“Come,” Harry reached for her hand
leading her into the kitchen. “They've been waiting for you! I've been waiting
for you.” He smiled again, making her melt inside. How she had missed him all
He opened the door, letting her go
in first. They were all sitting there: her parents, Charlie, Ron, Hermione…all
her brothers… Neville and Hannah…They were all there… She turned around hugging
Harry tightly. “What?”
“I told you, you're home now,” He
leaned down kissing her deeply, making up for everything she ever had to miss
during the years without him.
A/N II: I really love those characters, so believe me when I say: It was
very hard to do what I did. The poem I used for the memorial stone is called
“What if”, the author is unknown.