Chapter 1 Ginevra Potter
Twenty one year old Ginevra Molly Weasley Potter was sitting at her kitchen table drinking a cup of tea. It was nearly two am and her small house, located in Hogsmeade, was empty as usual. Her husband, Harry James Potter, was an aurror for the Ministry of Magic, and he hadn't gotten home before 5am, sometimes not at all, for over a year.
Though Harry was a very important person in the aurror office, it was no excuse for them to be keeping him at work so long. The Ministry worked him hard, but not as hard as he insisted they did. Ginny was beginning to worry, and each new fight or row between her and her husband just intensified her worry.
Sometimes, when he arrived home while she was still awake, and she would ask him why he had been at work so long, he would simply explain some new project that the office had him doing to ensure that the Death Eaters were truly finished with. He'd explain some complicated reason for the project taking so long. Everything seemed perfectly believeable and well thought out, but that was just what made Ginny think that something was up. She really truly wanted to believe her husband, but she just couldn't, and she didn't have the slightest clue as of why.
Ginny's performance at work was starting to slip, because she was staying up so late waiting for Harry to come home from work. He insisted that everything was fine and she needn't wait up for him. She wanted more than anything to believe him. Ginny was a pro quiditch player for Puddlemoore United. She played the seeker position, because everyone knew she was much better at the position than her preferred, chaser.
Her quiditch bag was on the chair next to her. Inside was her uniform, boots, and gloves, a picture of Harry that she kept in her pocket during games, and the snitch she caught at her first world cup game, 3 years prior, and that Harry had been able to get from work and give to her for her birthday last year. The picture had been taken by Colin Creevy the day before their wedding at Ron's house, and Harry looked as nervous as hell, Ginny guessed that that was part of the reason she loved the picture so much. When she doubted Harry, she just had to look at that picture to remember that even if he didn't love her anymore he had at one time.
As all these thoughts ran through her head time passed by slowly. It was 3:15am the next time she checked the clock. 'I better get to bed' she thought 'after all I have practice for the cup tomorrow,' with that she got up, placed her cup by the sink and went upstairs to change and go to bed.
Once she had changed into her blue and red plaid p.j. bottoms and one of Harry's undershirts, (she loved the way they smelled) she instinctly got in her side of the bed, 'Not like it matters' she often thought 'it's not even likely that he'll be home before I get up in the morning anyway.'
Ginny went back to her thinking. She went over every single little detail of her glorious small simple wedding before she fell asleep, dreaming of the best day of her life.