Chapter 1 – two years earlier
Tears poured down her cheeks. He was gone. He was really, truly gone. No 'I love you' before he left. No note. No nothing. As she sobbed there on the floor of her flat she once shared with the man she loved, and her hand rested on her barely protruding stomach, her mind wandered back to the beginning.
~*~*Two Years Earlier*~*~
Ginny Weasley sat on her bed with silent tears falling down her cheeks. Her and Harry had another row in which Harry said he'd had enough. She knew he was thinking about leaving, she just didn't want to accept it. She clutched his picture to her chest and brought her knees to her chin and rocked. She heard a door close and shuffling around in the living room. Harry was sleeping on the couch again. That makes the third time this week. She crawled to the head of the bed and laid her head on the pillow. She clutched the picture tighter as she fell into a hurt filled sleep.
Light shown through the windows and pierced Ginny's eyes. She pulled the blanket over her head and groaned. She knew she had to get up. She had to make up with Harry just like every other time they got in a row. The he would tell her how much he loved her and how he would never leave her, then they would end up in bed and out of breath and hour later. To be honest, she was getting pretty sick of that also, but she would never admit it as long as he was still there.
She uncovered her face and sat up. The closet was open and half empty. Drawers were pulled out of the dresser. And little things around the room were missing. Maybe not. She threw the blanket off her and slipped on her slippers. The halls were the same, half the pictures were missing.
"Harry?" she called. Nothing. "Harry?" she called again. Still nothing. She entered the living room and found half the things there missing as well. There was a small slip of paper sitting alone of the coffee table. Her brows furrowed and she went and picked it up.
I've had enough.
Of course. Harry had always been a one-liner kind of guy. A single tear fell down her cheek and she angrily wiped it away. She understood he was under a lot of pressure trying to defeat Ol' Voldie, as she liked to call him, in fact, that was what they fought about half the time! But that wasn't a valid reason to leave the person who loved you and was supporting you most! At least not to her. She ripped that paper, screamed in anger, and fell to the floor in a fit of tears. She tore off the ring he'd given to her at the end of her seventh year and threw it across the room.
"You're a lair!!" she screamed, then curled into a ball and whispered, "A lair that I loved." And continued to cry silently.
She had no idea how long she laid there crying, but it felt like and eternity. She looked up to the clock on the wall. It read 10:06. Either I slept late, or I cried a long time, she though bitterly. She sniffed and wiped her eyes and went to the kitchen to get food. She wasn't in the mood to cook the muggle way, so she flicked her wand and eggs were cooking on their own, along with a pot of coffee. She watched the eggs sizzle in the pan and the coffee slowly drip into the pot, while she sat at the table. She truly didn't know what to think. So many questions were running though her head, it almost hurt physically. How could I let this happen? Why didn't I hear him gathering his things? Why didn't he tell me he was leaving? Where did he go? Along with so many others, she couldn't sort them out.
She unconsciously flicked her wand again and her food and coffee came zooming towards her. She stabbed her fork into her egg angrily. For a moment, she even thought she broke the plate.
"This is all his fault. He was selfish. Always felt sorry for himself. I hope Ron beats him. He was an arse." She mumbled as she continued to stab her eggs. She suddenly stopped, dropped her fork, and dropped her face into her hands. "But he was my arse." Then she pushed her plate away from her and let her head fall onto the table with a loud bang. She didn't even feel the pain. She got up and grabbed a package of beef jerky, suddenly very grateful Hermione had taken her muggle shopping and lent her some of her muggle movies.
She put in Titanic, sat on the couch in a ball with her jerky, and cried throughout the whole movie. Then she put in another one, and cried through that one, too. She figured she should watch a lot since she planned on giving everything back today. And Harry's stuff was gone so she couldn't use that.
Halfway through the third, tear-filled movie, there was a tapping at her window. She opened it and let the owl in and took the letter.
Ginny-
There was another battle. We've got a LOT of auras down here. We need you here!! NOW!!
Elaine
Elaine was her coworker at St. Mungos. And her hand-writing was so terrible, Ginny could hardly read it. But she got the basic idea. Work, now. She hurried into her room and got dressed. She seriously hoped Harry wouldn't be there. Otherwise, she would probably just let him die.
After her hair was pulled back, she apparated down to St. Mungos.