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A/N: I just wanted to mention a few things before I started the fic. One, this doesn't go exactly along with the books, mostly because Sirius and Dumbledore are still alive. Two: I don't exactly know where this story is going as it just popped into my head so suggestions are more than welcomed and I hope you will be patient as I will likely take a while in updating. Thank-you and hopefully you enjoy reading the story.
Chapter One Ginny
Ginny bit back a sob as she stared into the blank eyes of one she considered a brother, Harry Potter. Oh, he was alive, but there are worse things than death. Six years in Azkaban took him away into the farthest reaches of his mind. From what they, being the Order of the Phoenix, could tell in the short three days after he had been released, it was unlikely that he would ever come out of it. However, he was Harry Potter and was known for doing the impossible.
Ginny snorted. Now that they had absolute proof of his innocence, they were all on his side again. She could still remember the six years in which she had been an outcast amongst her own family for believing in his innocence. In fact, there were several times she had had to stop long enough for her family to settle down before starting to advocate his freedom once more in order to avoid being formally disowned. The main reason being that the reason Harry was imprisoned was for the murders of Hermione Granger and her own brother Ron Weasley.
Looking at their best friend, his eyes vacant, she sighed. How could those people who said they loved and knew him have ever believed that he could have killed those two? They were best friends. They stuck together through thick and thin. They were his whole world. Anyone could see that whenever they saw the three of them together. Of course, there was one more reason Harry would never had killed them; one that only Ginny knew. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were lovers.
No one but she knew this, the "Golden Trio's" biggest secret. They hadn't wanted anyone to know. They were afraid of how everyone would react. Harry wanted to protect them from the "adoring" public and they him. They were also scared of how those closest to them would react. Relationships that were made of three people were more than a little frowned upon. The three thought most would be so disgusted with their choice that they would want nothing to do with them anymore.
Ginny had to admit that she had been pretty disgusted when she first found out. Granted, walking in on the three of them in an intimate moment wasn't exactly the best way to find out. She avoided the three of them for at least a month afterwards. However, she did find herself watching them closely. She had wanted to find out why they would do something so…wrong…and unnatural. Finally as she watched them as they huddled together in their corner laughing, it hit her. The three of them belonged together. Instead of being two pieces of a whole, they were three. No two could survive without the other piece. They all needed both of the others to be complete, just one wasn't enough. It just made sense with them that they would all three fall in love with each other. And she could tell that they were very much in love, even if Harry and Ron had a harder time showing it towards each other than towards Hermione.
After her realization, she approached them. She apologized for her behavior towards them and explained why she had acted the way she had. She agreed with their reasons for keeping quiet about the relationship. She couldn't imagine what would happen if the public, or Merlin forbid her mother, found out. She even went so far as to help them keep it a secret by pretending to date Harry while publicly Ron dated Hermione. She knew that as soon as Voldemort, as Harry had quickly broke her of the You-know-who habit, was defeated they would disappear somewhere where they could make their lives together.
However, they never got that chance. Harry had been framed for Ron and Hermione's murders shortly before the end of their sixth year. Everyone but her had turned their backs on him, not thinking for one second that he might not have done it. And she couldn't even tell them the main reason why he wouldn't have done it. She had made an Oath that she would never tell without prior permission. Harry had already withdrawn into himself before his farce of a trial just by the trauma of his loves being dead that she couldn't get that permission. How anyone could have believed that the clearly distraught boy was guilty, she would never understand.
It made her laugh to see the people that had been so immovable in their belief of his guilt act so worriedly, and guiltily, over him now. They deserved the guilt in her mind. Not once, did they even pretend to listen to her when she fought them over his innocence. Not even when they knew that innocent men had been thrown into the prison before. Merlin, Sirius himself was the most against his godson. The only time he even mentioned him was when he was drunk and that was to say how much of a stain he was on the good memories of James and Lily Potter. He also ties with her over the amount of time hovering over Harry, hoping to bring life back into him.
Staring into Harry's blank eyes, Ginny almost didn't want him to come back. Oh, she loved him, her adopted older brother, don't get her wrong. It was for him that she was unsure of whether he should ever wake up. She knew that wherever he was, deep in his mind, Harry was happy and with Ron and Hermione. She knew that if he were to come back, he would have to deal with the two of them being dead. He would have to deal with Voldemort and everyone looking to him to save them after they had betrayed them all those years ago. No, she hoped that he would stay where he was happy and leave everyone else to clean up their own messes, for once. However, he was Harry Potter and he rarely left others to their fates if he could help it.