what is supposed to happen.
You're to marry a good boy the one your parents picked out for you and made you love from the beginning who is loved by your entire family.
You're going to be a housewife and have lots of kids named after his father and godfather and the war-heroes who died and your best friend and his mother and a large house that is perfect for the house parties you're supposed to love so much.
You're supposed to die content just after he does so everyone can know how much you loved each other.
That's not what happened.
Because the man you fell in love with might have been that boy at one point but things changed you changed he changed and the world, too.
And you never even really wanted kids not even one, nasty whiny little things that needed your entire life to be given to them and you only had room in your heart for one other and he had grown up mistreated and didn't want a family except you.
Content wasn't enough, not nearly. Content was for Ron and Hermione, who were happy arguing all the time and never going anywhere satisfied, but not for you and Harry.
.
how it deviates.
The sky is crying and the rain mixes with the tears on your face. You know when he comes up behind you that things are different how could it not be the world just fell apart and you with it but that one thing will always stay the same.
His voice is quiet.
I love you.
That's all he says.
I love you.
You look into green eyes that have seen the world and laughed at its joke and smile, not ready to talk yet it's too soon too early too much.
He nods. It's nothing he doesn't expect he knows you better than anyone even if they've known you since you were nothing but cells and he only dated you months, loved you years.
You know he's leaving. He couldn't stay here things have changed and the man who wanted nothing but to settle down wants nothing but to leave.
You ask where he is going.
France.
That's not far enough away.
You can always visit me.
You stop him. I'm coming with.
He doesn't argue.
.
when the world turned red.
You knew they wouldn't take it well they are still your family so you still feel bad but nothing except the apocalypse could stop you from going with Harry but you didn't care.
You didn't expect this rage, this redness that seems to surround you and it's not just the hair that is one of your family's trademarks but the rage that is the other but you take it, because they are family that has lost one of their own and you love them.
That tolerance for them ends when the arrows stop piercing you heart and start puncturing Harry's.
We trusted you with our sister.
How can you leave us now?
Why do you not want to stay, haven't we done so much, given so much for you?
Harry will take it you know because he was never taught anything else was love and even though that hasn't changed not yet but it will but you protect Harry always have always will and this cannot be tolerated, because once you show one weakness they will be hunters and take advantage and find the others.
Stop.
Your voice is quiet you have learned from Harry that sometimes quiet means strength not always rockslides and avalanches but wind through trees water over stones but they stop, almost against their will, and you smile.
Not a nice smile.
They all take a step back, this time scared a shiver down their spines and you know that finally they realize you are not truly their Ginny but someone different that they don't know instinctively, a predator's response to a greater hunter. You wouldn't admit it, but their fear gives you a thrill one that makes you smile again, this time harder stronger better makes you cautious.
We're leaving.
They begin to protest, you can see it in their eyes, and so you laugh the laugh of a predator with its prey backed into a corner and nowhere to run girl with nothing to lose, because that's who you are now.
I wouldn't stop us, were I you.
They don't even try.
.
watching the pieces move together again.
France is beautiful, you decide, but it's not far enough away. It's still too close to the wreckage that was dreams and life but is no more home and the family that left you, not the other way around no matter what they may say you know the truth.
You tell him that at the top of the Eiffel Tower. He wraps his arms around you and you lean back, reveling in warmth, the reassurance that others may have left you but he never will the scent that is pure Harry, grass and broom polish and calm.
We can't run forever.
You laugh, warm and happy because he is with you and not them and you are here and not there and because you are happy.
We can try.
This time he laughs, a rumble from behind you that sends warmth all throughout your body and makes you wonder if the world you had dreamed of when you were young was ever as nice as this reality makes you smile with him.
Ron and Hermione sent an owl.
His voice is quiet. His friends had been furious with the two of you, and so you have been reading all his mail from them before he does not that you will ever tell him that because Harry needs to think he is strong and he is, but sometimes he needs to let you be strong for him to ensure he will be given time to heal.
And?
He is still for a long moment until you begin to wonder if he will ever answer. It doesn't matter if he does, you know, because you know what they said and it is not worth the energy to think of it anymore, but if he doesn't tell you he doesn't trust you that is why you know he will tell you, because Harry trusts you more than anyone.
Then he takes a deep breath.
I've always wanted to see America.
Twin laughs ring out across Paris, lingering even after the two of you pop out of existence.
.
when the happy ending finally arrived.
You have never seen a mountain as big as this one, and the view from the top is amazing. Harry is awestruck, too, just as much as you are but he is more obvious about it with the large smile that is currently adorning his face.
Your face is turned up to the blue sky that is so much closer than it even has been before and you wonder if this is what God feels like, so close to the heavens. You glance across the platform to share your amazement with Harry, but cannot find him.
At first, you do not allow yourself to panic. He had disappeared before, although never without telling you first because he always wants you to come along. You run over to where he was, where there were so many people who could have seen him had to have seen him because he cannot be gone and can tell you where he went.
Have you seen a tall man with black hair and green eyes?
You sound calm, but when they very deliberately shake their heads no, you panic.
He could not have gone far.
You have never been very good at lying to yourself, and now you are even worse.
Keeping a calm exterior, you stroll around the deck, surreptitiously glancing around for your lover your best friend your everything Harry.
He is no where you can see him.
You see a flash of black and green and you race across the wooden platform fuck stability control that may be Harry it has to be but when you arrive he is not there.
Goddamnit!
A cough by your elbow has you covering your mouth, conscious of the fact that you just cursed around little kids you may have left the Ginny who loved kids behind but you still don't want to teach them how to curse before they are ten there is no need any more for them to grow up so early and you mutter an apology.
There is another cough, followed by a tap on your waist. You spin around ready to tell off whoever is stopping your complete freak-out but stop when you see Harry.
On his knees.
With a box held up to you, a shining ring gleaming in the scant sunlight.
You slap him.
How dare you worry me so?
That isn't what you had thought you would say, words like fuck yes and oh my god is this really happening come to mind, but they are pure you and Harry's eyes dance an apology and it's all okay.
Sorry, my love.
You shake your head, telling him without words the way you always have been able to do with him, but no one else that was okay but he better not ever not once, not if you are to be spending your life with him like he is asking you to do that again.
He raises the velvet box a little higher, and your eyes go the ring it's so beautiful almost against your will.
Marry me?
The kiss you give him is his answer.
And as he slides the new ring onto your finger, you know that the Ginny you had been before the world fell apart and you had to put the pieces together with nothing but spit and Harry would have wanted his mother's ring but you are fine with this one, because you have Harry and he has you, and that's all you need.
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Let me know what you think.
Jayme.