The phrase 'Like Mother, Like Daughter' rung particularly true for Ginny one day, she was a year or so into her marriage with

The phrase 'Like Mother, Like Daughter' rung particularly true for Ginny one day, she was a year or so into her marriage with Harry, her soul mate, as they believed each other to be.

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It was a cold winter's day, and the first snow of the year had fallen, close enough to Christmas that Ginny's hopes were up for a white one. It was now 2007, nine years after the final battle of Hogwarts, nine years since Voldemort had fallen, nine years since she reunited with Harry, and nine years since her brother Fred had fallen, the main thing that stuck out in her head when thinking about it. Since then she had married Harry, gave birth to two sons, called James Sirius and Albus Severus. She also had another one on the way, but, she wasn't too far along.

She brought Albus and James inside, deciding that they had played in the snow for long enough, it wouldn't be good for them to catch a cold, as, her stocks of pepper up potion were severely depleted after Fleur's four kids all came down with a cold, and Ginny had to send her some.

She sat them down in the dining room, at their long oak table, and performed drying and warming charms, summoned towels and then walked off in the direction of the kitchen to get hot chocolate.

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On her way, she noticed one of the cupboards was rattling slightly, and frowned wondering what was wrong with it.

"Never mind," thought Ginny. "I'll get Harry to have a look at it when he gets home, I'm sure it's nothing,"

She stepped into the kitchen, and, made some hot chocolate, squirted some cream over it, added marshmallows, put the three cups (she'd made one for herself), and put them on a tray with some biscuits.

She started walking back through to the dining room, and, on her way, once more passed the rattling cupboard. She frowned, and even though it didn't seem like a good idea, she pulled the cupboard door open with one hand, and held the tray with the other. When the door was open, she was so shocked, cups were smashed, and the hot chocolate and biscuits were all over the floor.

"No," whispered Ginny, tears silently pouring down her . "It can't be, not Harry."

She stood in front of a cupboard, what had just fallen out of that cupboard was a rather dead Harry, Ginny had no idea why, but when she had just seen her dead husband, she wasn't exactly the most logical of people.

She stood frozen to the spot, unable to believe what she was seeing, but, clearly in shock, she was shaking and had tears rolling down her face.

A loud 'POP' caught her by surprise, she jumped partly in fear, and, when she looked around, Harry's corpse was still there, but it was joined by Albus's, James', her mother and father's, Geroge's, Luna's, Bill's, Charlie's, Hermione's, Ron's, Percy's, Neville's, basically everybody. She could hardly move for dead bodies, and starting breathing rather fast, beginning to hyperventilate.

Logically, she knew this couldn't be happening, but, it was right there in front of her.

Another loud pop made them all disappear, and she breathed a heavy sigh of relief, although, the question now was, why were dead bodies appearing all around her, and who made them disappear.

The cupboard was now firmly shut, and, when she tugged it open, the scene replayed, it finally clicked. Everybody dying was her Boggart.

"Riddikulus," she exclaimed with a newfound confidence.