Lost World



DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from JK Rowling's wonderful world. I just live in it.

Chris Donahue belongs to himself.

Special thanks to Melissa D, my amazing beta-reader.



Prologue

The dim sunlight crossed the window and lied in Ginny's eyes, making her open them slowly. She looked at her watch, who marked 7:32. "I'm up already?" she thought in disbelief. It was a calm Sunday morning, and she was hoping to get some more sleep than usual. "What the heck?" she muttered to herself as she silently left the bed.

Ginny Weasley Donahue was 27 years old, and she had been married to Chris Donahue one-third of her life.

She wasn't regretful. On the contrary, she was glad she had married him. She loved Chris more than anything, even though marrying him meant shutting herself from the wizardring world.

She slowly opened the door leading to her daughters' daughters' room. Megan, aged 7 and a half and Jodie, aged 5, were sleeping.

Meg was Chris's clone. The same curly brown hair, thin lips, fair skin and playful blue eyes. Instead, Jodie looked just like her mother: Long and straight flame red hair (The Weasley trademark, Fred would have said), brunette complexion and almond eyes. She was proud of her two daughters. "Mom would be too," she sadly thought.

9 years ago she had made the decision that changed her life. She had chosen to marry Christopher Donahue, a muggle she met when she was 16, and therefore, leaving the wizardring world forever.

Althought she denied it, she missed her family.

She entered the kitchen, and decided she was going to treat Jodie by making pancakes. Her younger child loved them.

She had a hard time adjusting to life without magic. At first, Chris had to teach her how to do everything, and it was really rough for Ginny, who still had her pride. But everything had turned out to work just fine.

"Ginny... don't do this to us..." Harry had whispered.

"Harry, I have to."

"No, you don't. You can tell this guy you prefer your family and stay. I need you Ginny. Your family needs you"

"I love him too much Harry. I want to be with Chris forever." Harry sighed, "You're too young to be sure."

"I'm 18 Harry. I'm an adult just like you." She noticed his eyes were full of tears, so she kissed him goodbye on his forehead.

"I love you Harry. I'll always love you," She said before she left in the cab that was waiting for her.

Tears came down her eyes as she remembered.