Introduction
December 24th, 2007
Ginny Weasley gazed out at the grounds laid before her. Snow dotted the grounds in patches, some melted. She could hardly believe it was Christmas Eve. She sighed thoughtfully and laid her hand flat on the cool pane that guarded her from the icy cold that the outdoors no doubt held. It would be another lonely Christmas she was sure.
Well perhaps not lonely to those that joined them. For her however, Christmas always lacked that which it had once held. The presence of a large family had been sorely missed in her later years. Now especially...She had truly wanted her mother to hold her grandchildren, her only daughter's daughters. But her mother was gone now, and with her had gone Arthur. Much of the Order had been lost to one battle or another. In the end, Harry had prevailed; it was unnecessary to pray; though pray many did. Cocky Harry had saved the world, though he didn't know the true reason.
Not that it did him much good anyway. Ginny supposed it must be awful, knowing that you filled the one purpose that you were born to fill. And what could top defeating the most feared wizard in the world, aside from Albus Dumbledore, that is. The truth was, Harry had had help, help he hadn't seen, nor heard about. And, as Hermione had made it quite clear that Ginny wasn't to tell him.
Ginny finally allowed her memories leeway. She always did this time of year, though she didn't truly know why. She supposed it was because five years ago this had all been set in motion. The slow movement that had pushed her from her poor family to the wife of the man she now loved. A rich man...An evil man, but changed. Not so evil, not so power hungry. The twins had done that...His grandchildren. She moved herself more comfortably in the seat and fell to remembrances of other times.