Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of the characters. Because if I did would I honestly be writing fan fiction?
Author Note: This is my first fan fiction. It might start of slow but it will get better.
The baby was crying once more. Harry awoke to her shrieks and promptly stuck his head under the pillow. "Your turn, Gin," He mumbled, his voice muffled both by the pillow and sleep. There was no equally exhausted reply. "Ginny?" No answer.
Throwing back the sheets, he got out of bed and headed for little Geri's room. Harry rubbed his eyes as he entered his younger daughter's room. Flowery and bright, it was a bit surprising that Ginny had designed it. Of course, that was before Geri was born, before she stared acting so distant.
He crossed the room avoiding various toys until he reached her crib. The two year old stopped crying instantly and instead lifted her arms. Harry scooped her up and ruffled her auburn hair. She looked exactly like Ginny and had the personality to match. "Want to wake your sister up, Geri?" Harry asked. The little girl just nodded. They then headed for Laine's room with Harry still wondering where in the wizarding world was Ginny.
Laine's room wasn't as girly as Geri's but still had plenty of flowers and pink. She was fast asleep, a curtain of jet-black hair shielding her face. She could sleep through anything and acted more like her uncles, Fred and George, at times. Harry set Geri down and let her toddle over to her big sister's bed. "Lai-lai, wake up!" She cried.
Laine just rolled over and stuck her head under the pillow just as Harry did earlier. Rolling his eyes, he strolled over, picked her up from her bed, and set her on the ground. She groaned, "Daddy, did you have to do that?" She looked up at him, her green eyes clearly smiling though her mouth frowned.
"Yes, I did, because five-year old girls can't sleep forever. Now take your sister downstairs to the kitchen." He glanced out the window. There was Ginny staring out at the sea again.
Harry went back to his room, grabbing his wand and pulling a robe on. He went to the kitchen, sticking Geri in her booster seat. With a couple flicks of the wand, two bowls of oatmeal and glasses of juice sat in front of the girls. "Mind your sister, Laine." He then headed out the kitchen door.
There was a nasty wind outside causing some choppy waves down at the beach. Harry trekked up the cliff towards his wife. She stood there, back towards him, near the edge of the cliff, not noticing the cold wind. She did seem to sense that he was there. "Good morning, Harry." She said her voice carried to him by the wind. Ginny turned towards him her bright red hair whipping around her head.
"Why are you out here, Gin?" He called taking a few steps towards her. She seemed terribly close to the edge.
"Oh, I'm just enjoying some sun and the sea." She replied somewhat bitterly and glanced up at the gathering gray clouds.
"Well, maybe, you should enjoy it over here." He took another couple steps towards her and she took a few back. An awkward and dangerous dance.
"But you wouldn't love me would you, Harry? You wouldn't love me at all." She remarked cryptically. "I know how I can make you love me though. He told me." It started to rain and she shivered in her flimsy blue nightgown.
"Ginny, what the hell are you saying?" He steadily walked towards her now keeping one hand near his wand.
When he was closer, she looked at him forlornly. "Remember the green castle, Harry." Ginny smiled softly and before he could grab her, stepped over the cliff towards the sea.