Greater Spirits
Ginny sat on the bed, staring at her toes. The folds of her breezy gray sweatpants hung around her ankles, settling nicely at her hips. A short white tanktop followed, exposing a small amount of her stomach. Her hair hung around her like a thin curtain.
Currently she had her knees pulled up to her chest, not daring to look her husband in the eye as much as she wanted to. Harry Potter examined her curiously. They were officially married now, on their Honeymoon in the outskirts of a small Wizarding village near London.
Harry suddenly felt self-concious about not wearing a shirt, and hastily grabbed one off the foot of the bed. After sliding it over his bare chest, he found that Ginny was looking at him again. Her brown eyes were surprisingly sad.
"Something wrong?" he ventured, speaking for the first time they had entered the small hotel room.
"I just wish Fred could have been here," she said softly, looking away. "He would have wanted to see me in my wedding dress and how happy I was. When I was little, I said he would be the Best Man at my wedding, whether the man I was marrying cared or not." Tears formed in the usually-dry corners of Ginny's eyes, and Harry suddenly had an idea.
"Come with me," he said, and Ginny watched him slide on some shoes and grab his wand. She climbed off the mattress and grabbed his hand. Ginny saw him put something in his pocket before turning quickly around, Apparating to some unknown destination.
Even after all these years, that familiar feeling of being pressed into a narrow tube still distrubed her…
She knew it had worked after she felt salt-tanged air whip her hair around. Opening her eyes to the sight of a dark ocean, she located Harry a few feet away. They were in a cemetary, one that looked quite familiar.
"Here he is," Harry said quietly. The words Fredrick Gideon Weasley engraved on the headstone suddenly blurred as tears fell from Ginny's eyes uncontrollably. She could barely read the epitaph George had picked out for his brother below the name: Live a little, Laugh a lot.
Harry kneeled down and, removing something from his pocket and placing it on the ground, stood up again. It was a picture of them together in their wedding attire, smiling profusely. They waved, then gave each other a kiss for the camera. It was taken right after the wedding before getting on the broom headed to the reception.
Harry muttered a spell, inaudible behind the noise of the waves, but upon wiping her eyes Ginny saw that next to the headstone, the picture had sunk into the ground a little and turned glasslike. Ginny recognized the spell and knew that nothing could take away the bit of magic Harry had just performed: nothing short of a nuclear explosion would separate the picture from the ground on which it rested.
"He'll always see us, Gin," Harry said softly, putting an arm around his wife. "He knows we'll be happy together, and it's what he always wanted for us."
Ginny sniffed and felt Harry's warmth envelop her as he embraced her. They Apparated back to the hotel in greater spirits.
A/N: Well… one last goodbye for Fred. I think it goes to show that Ginny still thinks about her brother even after his death, what… 4 years after his death? Just a short break from my Secrets of Erised chapters, hope you enjoyed it! Reviews appretiated! By the way... I'm not going to be writing about anything AFTER this event, back at the hotel room... you can probably figure it out for yourself and write something about those delightful times.