The house was silent. A woman with red hair and hazel eyes walked inside. She looked around and smiled before lifting a dirty picture off a nearby table. The four people were smiling. It was picture of a wedding. The bride was in a white wedding dress, with beautiful brown hair and eyes. She was holding hands with a redheaded man. The man was waving energetically. The man next to the redhead had messy, black hair and green eyes. The woman next to the bride was Ginny; the woman holding the photo. As she thought about that day tears welled up in her eyes. It was her brother Ron's wedding. He and Hermione were married in 2002. Ginny had been the Maid of Honour to Hermione, and of course Harry was Ron's best man. She and Harry were married only four months later, but neither Ron nor Hermione were able to attend. She put the picture in her pocket and continued walking. She got to the kitchen and realised everything was the same as they left it. Oh, how she remembered the incident like it was yesterday . . .
FLASHBACK
"MUM, WHERE DID YOU PUT MY BAG?" Ginny yelled.
"I DON`T KNOW! TRY RON`S ROOM!" Mrs Weasley called from the other end of the house.
It was Saturday afternoon. Ginny and Harry were going with Ron and Hermione to Dean Thomas' wedding, who was getting married to Lavender Brown. Bill came in with Fleur and their two daughters - Victorie who was two and Dominiqe who was barely two months old. Charlie was there too while his fiancée was in Romania, and Percy was with his wife on late honeymoon at God-knows-where. Hermione and Ron were supposed to be here, but they were late.
Harry was talking with Mr Weasley, Bill and George, while Angelina, Fleur and Mrs Weasley were discussing children.
"Where are Ron and Hermione ? We are going to be late," Ginny said, coming down the stairs.
"Relax little sister, you know Ron, he's probably fall asleep," George said jokingly.
"They promised they would be here in time. I'm going to kill them."
"Well, if they don't come in 15 minutes, you might as well go. There's no point in waiting for them," Bill said picking Victorie up in his arms
"I'm just going to go . . . yeah, they'll probably hear me ,"Ginny muttered irritably.
"Ginevra Weasley, wait for your brother here for at least five more minutes. If he doesn`t come, then you can go," Mrs Weasley said in an attempt to calm her daughter.
"Fine. They have five minutes."
Ginny watched the clock.
Four minutes . . .
Three minutes . . .
Two . . .
One . . .
"Harry, we're going now. They're taking too long," Ginny said, five painful minutes later.
"Fine. Bye," Harry said, giving everyone a brief wave.
"Goodbye, you two. Have a good time," Mrs Weasley replied.
Harry and Ginny stepped out into the front garden before apparating outside of Ron and Hermione`s house in a Muggle part of London. The house was simple, with two floors and a big garden. On the first floor was living room, kitchen , the study, one bathroom and the dining room. On the second floor were four bedrooms and two bathrooms. The house was unusually silent. Ginny expected to hear Hermione yelling at Ron for not being ready on time, but she didn't hear it.
"Harry, I have a bed feeling," Ginny said in a low voice.
"Me too. Let's go inside." Harry took her arm and they went up to the door.
They knocked, but nobody answered. They exchanged a confused look, before Harry tried the door. It was unlocked. They stepped inside. The living room had two sofas, one arm chair, many bookshelves and a TV. The walls which were usually covered in photos were bare. Hermione would never take pictures off the walls. They were too important to her.
They walked into the kitchen. It was far too clean. Usually their kitchen was never clean; Ron would be always be hungry and because of it, the kitchen was always a mess. And now it was clean. Ginny pulled open the fridge, hoping her worst suspicions were not true. The fridge was empty.
"May . . .maybe they. . .they are out of . . .of food," Ginny said.
"They're never out of food, and, Gin?"
"Yeah?"
"The fridge is completely empty. There's nothing in there. Nothing. Not even a bottle of water. You know Hermione always has a bottle of water in the fridge."
That was true, Ginny thought. Hermione always kept a bottle of water in the fridge.
"You don't think they left, do you?" Ginny asked.
"I don't know, Gin. I heard Ron asking Kingsley about a week off, but I didn't hear why."
"I am going to check the bedroom. You go check the study," Ginny ordered.
"Gin, if they really left, then . . . then you need to calm down. I'm sure they had a reason."
"If my brother really left without a goodbye, I will never forgive him; even if he has a good reason!"
END OF FLASHBACK
Ten years later she still couldn't forgive them. How could they left a month before her wedding? How could they? Oh, she remembered the look on her mother's face when she told them that Hermione and Ron had left. Oh how she wished sometimes that they were around. Nothing was same as before but she was surviving. She didn't know if Hermione and Ron had kids, or if they were still together. She didn't know anything, and that was killing her. The thing that was hurting her the most was that Ron didn't keep his promises. She remembered the first promise she got from him.
FLASHBACK
The little five year old was playing with her imaginary children. Her six year old brother was coming to get her because his mummy said he will get dessert if he got his little sister.
"Ginny come on. Mummy said we need to go into the house. It's dinner time," said boy.
"Wait 'till I put Missy to sleep," the girl said.
"But Missy isn't even real."
"Yes, she is, don't you see her?" asked girl in her sweet, five year old voice.
"Yeah, okay, I see her." The boy knew better than to fight with his sister.
"Sing to her!" the girl ordered.
"What? Fine. What do I need to sing to her?"
"Anything."
"Sleep baby sleep, Mummy needs to eat, I wanna eat too, so go back to sleep," the boy sung.
"Good," the girl said, satisfied. "Let's go eat. I'm hungry. But first you need to promise me something," said the girl.
"Anything."
"When I am older and have kids you are going to sing them a song."
"Okay."
END OF FLASHBOOK
It was the second promise that hurt her more. It was the promise he made her after Fred died. That was the one she will never forgive him for.
FLASHBACK
The battle was over. They had won. The castle was almost completely destroyed. Ginny left Great Hall. She went outside and watched the rising sun.
"Hey. How are you feeling?" a voice behind her asked. Ron.
"How am I supposed to feel? Fred is gone, Ron. My brother is dead."
Ron sat down beside her. "I know it should be me."
"What? No! It shouldn't be any of us."
"I know, but I promise you one thing. I will never leave you. I promise."
END OF FLASHBACK
She now had three kids. James Sirius, Albus Severus, and Lily Luna. She missed her brother so much. She walked out of the house and apparated back to her own in Godric's Hollow, near the house of Harry's parents. On the first floor was the living room, kitchen, dining room and bathroom. On second floor were four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a study. They had big garden with Quidditch field. Ginny walked into the house. Harry was reading a book in an armchair, and her four year old daughter was playing with her dolls at his feet. Her seven year old son was flaying a broom on the pitch outside, and her six year old son was playing with cars.
Lily was miniature version of her, as George said. With red hair and hazel eyes she really did look a lot like Ginny. Everyone said that Albus was a mini Harry just without the scar and glasses while James was a mixture of both Harry and Ginny. He had Ginny's hazel eyes and Harry's messy black hair.
"We made pancakes, Mummy," Lily said proudly.
"And cookies," Al added.
Ginny gave a small smile. "Yummy. Were you good for Daddy?"
"Yes, Mum"
„Where were you?" asked Harry later as the kids were asleep
As an answer took a picture out of my pocket an show looked at me with his green eyes an said:
„Stop doing this to yourself Gin"
