AN: So here's yesturday's story, you'll be getting today's and tomorow's tomorow. xD I got lazy yesturday, and a bit so today so I plan to make up for all of it tomorow.
Anyway this piece is of course short and a one-shot, but it's also styled a bit like Katie's story 'No Inbetweens'. Not exactly so, but I would like to think that it is. So please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. I don't know how many times I've already told you, but I am not her. I'm just some lazy teenager in Missouri. Okay?
Days for Ginny Weasley Potter flow together. Each one grouped with another, in a somewhat organized fashion of sorts. The days before the battle she calls surviving, while the days after and up till now are known to her as rebuilding, and the days before Voldemort's control of the ministry are days of fear. Every day in her mind can be grouped with another through some common factor.
During the days she was just surviving she was constantly pushing herself to make it to another day. Often she found herself collapsed on a couch in the Gryffindor Common, not sure if she could make it up to the room she shared with the other 6th year girls, yet alone until the weekend. Sometimes she'd be able to go day to day without having to think about why she was pushing so hard, but others she's had to chant the reason in her head repeatedly all day or else she would have crumbled. During those days the hardest part wasn't just surviving, but surviving and fighting back.
The days of fear start with the year before her first and end with Bill's wedding. Ginny knows it's a terrible way to think of her oldest brother's wedding; yet honestly she can't help it. They started off with what happened with the Sorcerer's Stone, before she even went to Hogwarts, back when they found out that Voldemort was trying to return. After that things snowballed it seemed, the fear grew and grew until the days of surviving came around. But during those days, things were easier.
Now for Ginny are the days of rebuilding, days where day after day people are slowly becoming whole once more. The war and the battle…it destroyed people, tore them apart, broke away pieces and afterwards people were a mess. She remembers back after it watching George just stand there and stare blankly into space, his eyes hollow. It wasn't until his wedding day that she saw a twinkle in them once more. Her mum still can't say Voldemort's name, and she personally can't stand being separated from Harry for more than a week at a time without worrying if he's still alive. Teddy Lupin, now nearly fourteen, always seems to have this lost look in his eyes when he hears other's talking about their families, but she knows that he's well aware that he does a family, even if they aren't related by blood. And rebuilding isn't only emotional, and psychological, but physical as well. Hogwarts had to be rebuilt, for half it was in ruins at the end of the battle, still to this very day there sections of the school that have a bit of wall missing, the Room of Requirement continues to be a work in progress.
Yet now as Ginny looks over her days, watching as her children and her nieces and nephews grow, as Harry works, the joke shops expand, and life continues, she can't help but think of how all these times have made her learn how to truly love life...
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