Author's Note

Why did I leave him? Because of the toothpaste. It sounds crazy, but it is true. I know you have heard the rumors and read the lies, but it really was the toothpaste. I could put up with the fame and the other women (yes there was more than the one I supposedly forced him into the arms of) but the sight of the squeezed out tube he didn't even bother to charm back to full was more than I could bear.

I remember the last morning I spent as his wife quite clearly. I was seven months pregnant with my stomach bulging out in front of me and my feet too puffy to walk comfortably. He rushed past me as I stumbled towards the bathroom, his robes askew and a piece of toast in his right hand. He pressed a rough kiss to my forehead, patted my belly, and was out of the house before I even had time to mutter the well worn 'I love you' I always sent with him.

I waddled my way to the master bath and stared at the mess he never failed to leave behind him. The mirror was fogged up and complaining loudly, the tub was still filled with scummy water and the sink had hair in it. I sighed, reached for the now infamous tube of toothpaste and all but screamed when it refused to squirt anything on to my toothbrush.

And I knew.

I knew I wanted out. I knew I was not going to raise my child in the sort of half life that I had spent the last four years in. I knew I could no longer stand in the shadows and pretend that it was the spotlight. I knew that there was something more for me out there then a spot on the society page and the trumped up image of the perfect trophy wife. Most of all I knew he would let me go without a fuss.

When he came home that night I handed him the divorce papers and he signed them with a smile.

Hard to believe, after all the commotion the papers made, but it really was that simple. He was in love with someone else and I was finally over the school girl crush that had griped me since I was eleven. We parted as friends and have remained so ever since. He was at my second wedding and was the first to congratulate me when news of that I was expecting again finally broke.

Not what you heard, right? Let me guess: I broke his poor heroic heart. You might even be one of the ones who thinks that I am a gold digging harpy and that I crave attention so much that I left the man of every woman's dreams for his arch-enemy. If you are, then what I say really doesn't matter that much anyway. If not then please do read on.

You see I promised myself years ago that one day I would set the record straight. The things that people have long taken as true never set well with me. I know that every society must have their myths, but when those myths portray me and the man I love as the worst sort of vile humans out there then I could care less about tearing them down.

He would have supported me in my efforts to tell the truth. He never could stomach the rubbish that was spread about him and his life. He use to confide in me that one day he would run mad down the streets singing the lyrics of every song ever written about him just to see what the papers would say. I told him then, and I still believe it now, that somehow his insanity would be used to once again prove that he was our savior.

If he was alive today he would wish me well while giving me that special little smile of his. And I would smile back. Never mind that our ill fated marriage ended over a century ago or that I have been happily married to someone else for most of that time and forgetting the five or six women he ran through in his endless search to find happiness. In both of our hearts is a place that only the other has touched and the lifetime between then and now means nothing when compared to that.

When the medi-wizards told me that my husband only had another two years I threw myself into this project with a fury I did not know I still had. I have always known that I would not last more than a year after he goes and so I made sure that all was in order before hand.

While reading this please remember that this will not be published until I am gone and with my death the world loses the last of us who grew up with him and experienced the events I relate as they happened.

The words that you read are true. I have not, nor will I, flatter myself or put myself in the best possible light. The words and event in this memoir are not in my own voice alone. My plans for this book were long in the making and as such I have had interviews with all who matter to the story I aim to tell. While many of you may think you knew what happened and why, I am sure that what I have written will show you things you never imagined could have taken place.

My name is Ginevra Molly Potter Malfoy and this is my story.


Table of Contents:

Early Memories

Friends; Family; Children; Husbands

Childhood

Hogwarts

First Year; Second Year; Third Year; FourthYear; Fifth Year; Sixth Year; Seventh Year

My First Marriage

The Dating Game; How It Started; How It Ended; Our Son

My Second Marriage

The Dating Game; Our First Fifty Years; Our Second Fifty Years; Our Children

Being a Mother

Sirius James Potter; Alexander Malcolm Malfoy; Iain Elias Malfoy; Cadence Necia Malfoy;

Being a Grandmother

Jovin Harry Potter; Lillian Maria Potter; Bella Ginevra Potter; Brant James Potter; Annalynn Vera Malfoy; Garrett Kael Malfoy; Draco Eros Malfoy; Ivan Owen Malfoy; Verrina Mika Zabini; Lucio Andreas Zabini; Damien Kiril Zabini;

Facing Death Once More


AN: This is going to be posted one capter at a time in the order in which they appear on the table of contents. I have many projects going at the moment so this will be updated as often as possible but that will almost certainly be slower than you like. Each chapter will be long and (hopefully) well worth the wait. This is Ginny's story and will focus on her life. 'Ships and side stories will be in it but only as they effected her. This is an old woman! Please remember that.