This is a Harry/Ginny One-shot.
I Will Always Love You
It was moments before he had to leave; moments before the end.
He cupped his hands onto her face, with his thumb; he gently brushed away a tear that trickled down her cheek.
"I love you, Gin. I just wanted you to know that. And I will always love you, no matter what." He kissed her and a tear fell down his own cheek.
"Oh, Harry, let me go with you! You love me and I love you; we both know it!"
"I can't let you Gin. I love you too much to risk having anything happen to you. Your brothers would do bodily harm to me if you got hurt or killed. I couldn't do that to you or your family."
Their lips met once more. When they broke apart, they were breathing heavily; moments passed before anything else was said.
"Harry, please?"
"I can't let myself, Gin. You know that. Please understand, I will always and forever love you, that is why I'm not letting you come with me. I will always love you."
"Harry, before you leave, I have to tell you something."
He kissed her forehead. "I'm sure it can wait until after I defeat Voldemort. I have to go now, Gin. The Aurors are waiting for me."
Ginny hiccupped and wrapped her arms around her love's neck.
"I love you, Ginerva Weasley."
"I love you Harry Potter. I always will."
"Love you Gin. Always will. I will always love you."
They met in one last kiss, a kiss more passionate than any kiss in all of history's time. They let go of each other, but for a hand. He walked towards the door, reluctantly, still looking at his love. Tears were brimming both of the lovers' eyes. Their fingertips were still touching when he said one last thing:
"I will always love you Gin." And then he was gone.
Harry had been successful in defeating Voldemort, but it had cost him his life.
Ginny was in pieces about this news. No one could console her. Not her mother, her father, none of her brothers, not Hermione. No one. She didn't want to be consoled, she only wanted Harry.
"I didn't even get to tell him that I was pregnant, Hermione! He didn't even know he was going to be a father!" Ginny confided in Hermione the day after she learned he was gone forever.
The two girls had hugged, crying together.
"I'm so sorry. He was like a brother to me. I'm so sorry, Gin."
"Don't ever call me that, Hermione. Ever," Ginny had said as she wrenched herself from Hermione's arms. How could she do that to me? Only Harry calls me that. Only Harry called me that.
"Alright, I won't ever again," Hermione whispered, gaining eye contact with Ginny. "What are you going to do?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"I don't know," Ginny said, breaking eye contact with Hermione and walking away.
Later that day, Ginny told her mother she was pregnant with Harry Potter's child. Molly Weasley was not at all disappointed, but rather, shocked.
"You should see Professor Dumbledore, Ginerva," her mother suggested. And Ginny did just that.
"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore," she called in the empty corridor.
"Fourth on your left, Ginny."
Ginny walked to the fourth on her left and stared at Dumbledore in his portrait.
"Hello Professor."
"Hello, Ginny. What brings you here?"
"I came to ask about H-harry's prophecy and for your advice."
"Ah. Why didn't Harry tell you?"
"What! You should know! He-he's dead, Dumbledore! And I'm Carrying his child!"
"I must have been dozing when the portraits had gotten word of the Final Battle. When was that?"
"It was yesterday, but Dumbledore," Ginny said, irritated, "what was the prophecy?"
"Alright, I'll tell you Ginerva, but you will not be happy.
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live when the other survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'
There it is Ginerva," Dumbledore sighed.
"Doesn't that mean that Harry would still have been alive, though?" Ginny managed to croak.
"That was my first assumption. I believe it was wrong. 'Neither can live while the other survives.' Harry couldn't live if Voldemort was alive, Harry couldn't live if Voldemort was dead. I misled Harry. I told him that he had to kill Voldemort, or Voldemort had to kill him. I was utterly wrong."
"So it was Harry's destiny to die! He was only seventeen years old! He wanted a family! We had talked of getting married after I finished school and having a Quidditch team worth of kids! And he thought he would be alive to do all of this because of what you told him. It was all false." Ginny was completely disgusted and extremely upset.
"I am very sorry, Ginerva. Now what about you carrying a child?"
"I am carrying Harry bloody dead Potter's child," she drawled. "What am I going to do?"
She burst into tears. She couldn't take it. Life without Harry? Impossible.
"Keep the baby. It after all was what gave Harry the ability to defeat Voldemort."
"What?" Ginny had stopped crying.
"Your love, that helped Harry defeat Voldemort. Love."
Ginny stared into space, thinking. "Love is the power that the Dark Lord knows not?"
"Yes. Voldemort was never loved. Harry had always been loved."
"By his aunt and uncle? I think not!" she scoffed.
"Why do you think that Petunia Dursley allowed him to stay with them for sixteen years of his life? It was not only because of their blood they shared, but also that Petunia Dursley did indeed love her nephew. And then there was your family, all of the Weasleys loved him. You love him too, and he loved you, and he still does even if he is no longer alive. Your pregnancy shows that love you two share. In that baby you are going to bring into this world."
Unconsciously, Ginny put a hand on her non-existent bump. "But how? How am I going to be able to do this without Harry?"
"Ginny, what was the last thing Harry said to you before he left?"
"I-I will always love you, Gin. He said 'I will always love you, Gin,'" she said.
"Don't you believe that?"
"Yes, I do. I believe that with all my heart."
"Then, always remember that, Ginerva. Always."
Ginny Weasley kept thinking about that until it was her first check-up.
"Miss Weasley, congratulations, you're having twins! A girl and a boy," the MediWitch said.
"Oh! I get two grandbabies at once!" Molly Weasley exclaimed at this news.
Ginny felt as if she was hyperventilating. Twins? I'm having twins! Oh my god! How am going to care for them both?
"Oh, and Mrs. Weasley, the insurance for your daughter and grandchildren will all be taken care of because Harry Potter had made a will that will allow Ginny and her children to live comfortably for the rest of her life."
"But how is that possible?" Mrs. Weasley stammered.
"Well, it seems that Mr. Harry Potter and your daughter had both created wills sometime before she had gotten pregnant."
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, please explain this."
"I didn't know I was creating a will! Harry was asking what I would do if anything happened to either of us after we had kids and had gotten married. I honestly didn't know! But I'm very grateful that Harry did do that. I didn't know what I was going to do with twins and no Harry!"
"Thank Merlin! You'll be able to continue school as well then!"
"Yes, she will, Mrs. Weasley. Now, your next appointment will be in three months from now, unless something goes wrong. That means, on October 13 you will have your first trimester check-up. If you need to ask anyone anything, you can always ask your mother or any of the staff here at St. Mungo's. Alright? Alright. Good day."
The MediWitch left. Ginny got off the examination table and walked over to her mother open arms to cry.
Ginny had one week until her twins' due date. Her stomach was bulging on her petite frame. Pregnancy went well with Ginny, but she didn't like pregnancy without Harry.
Ginny had bought an apartment with the money Harry had left her and their twins. She had a great time decorating the whole apartment with her pregnant sister-in-law Hermione. (She was expecting a little boy in August.) However, she loved decorating her son and daughter's rooms the most; Quidditch themed for her son and magical creatures for her daughter. She had placed a picture over each of their cribs of their father so they would know what he had looked like. Of course, she was living there at the moment since her due sate was so close (she was getting tutored by Hermione for her NEWTs).
She was thinking of what she was going to name her son and daughter in the rocking chair in her own bedroom. Her son wasn't going to be named after Harry, it would be too hard, and her daughter wasn't going to be named something ridiculous like Ginerva. Then, she remembered that night that gotten her the way she was.
Flashback
"Gin, when we have kids, what do you want to name them?"
"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe Lily after your mother and James after your father."
"But what about middle names? I love the ideas for their first names."
"I've always wanted a daughter named Niamh pronounced nee-ov. And a son named Nevan."
"Nothing ridiculous at all!" Harry had teased.
"They're not ridiculous, they're…exotic," she had said, pretending to be hurt.
"Alright, James Nevan Potter and Lily Niamh Potter," Harry said as he tacked Ginny onto the bed.
End of Flashback
"James Nevan Potter and Lily Niamh Potter," Ginny whispered. She felt a pain in her abdomen. "Ow! Damn it! Hermione!"
Hermione came in, panting. "What Ginny?"
"I think it's time!" Hermione stood there, a surprised look on her face. "Hermione! Find Ron!"
"Yes, find Ron!" she said quietly, walking away.
"But don't leave me!"
"Sorry, don't know where my brain is."
Ginny snorted. "Underneath your son, right where James is on my bladder," Ginny whispered.
"Push Ginny!" her mother cried. "You're almost there!"
"I can't! I can't!"
"Honey, think of Harry," Molly said wiping her seventeen year old daughter's brow.
"Think of Harry."
Moments later, Lily Niamh was welcomed into the world free of Dark Lords and Death Eaters. Following two and a half minutes later was James Nevan.
Ginny Weasley was tired after only eight hours of labor. ("Honey, be happy that it took you one third of what it took me to give birth to you," her mother said.) She was tired but very happy; she had her daughter and son. Her beautiful son and daughter.
Lily was an exact copy of her mother, but with Harry's brilliant green eyes. James was the spitting image of his father; the same messy black hair (only in short supply), but his mother's warm chocolate eyes. Ginny was in awe how easily she could love her babies, but then it didn't take much to love their father. Happy tears of the birth of her children and sad tears for the fact that her children would never get to meet their father ran down Ginny Weasley's face.
On April 11, mom and babies went home, three days after being admitted into the hospital. That night Ginny was sitting in her rocking chair on the balcony off her bedroom with James and Lily each in their bassinets. A gentle breeze blew Ginny's hair about. It seemed to whisper one thing:
"I will always love you Gin." And then it was gone.