Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.
Harry's POV
I walked in to the bedroom, only to notice something strange. A large knife was placed on the bedside table on Ginny's side of the bed. The stranger thing, is that this wasn't the first time this had happened.
I walked out to the hallway and called up to the second floor, where Ginny was playing with the kids, "Ginny! Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Ooh! Mommy's in trouble!" one of the little children called.
Ginny giggled, kissed her children atop their heads, and walked down the stairs to confront her husband.
"What it is?" she asked.
Instead of responding, I motioned for her to follow me into the bedroom. When we got inside, I closed the door and pointed to the knife on the table.
"Explain," I demanded.
"Uh, um," she started, trembling. "I didn't expect to have to talk about this."
"Well?" I asked, unsure of what to make of that.
Ginny sighed. "I never thought I'd show you this, especially not this early," she said, as she started pulling up her left sleeve. She raised her arm, and I put my hand over my mouth. There were 4 groups of scars on the underside of her upper arm.
"Oh my gosh, Ginny, why-" I started.
"These scars," she interrupted, motioning to the scars with her right hand, "represent something important that happened. These two," she started pointing to the first group, with the smallest scars," represent our first date, and our first kiss. Those two are when we became exclusive and when we said 'I love you.' These are when you proposed and when we got married. And finally, these," she explained, pointing to the deepest scars, "are when we had our children."
I was speechless. I had no response. Questions flooded my head, but I only managed one word: "Why?"
Ginny sighed. "Because, if we ever break up, I want to have these. I want something to let me know that it was real," she said.
"But, you'll know that it was real. It's not going to suddenly all go away if we split," I protested.
"I know, I know. But I need something that's a part of me. To remind me that thiswas a part of me. I swore on our wedding day that you'd always be a part of my life. And even if we break up, you'll still be here. With my scars, and in my heart. You're a part of me. I love you," she said, tears falling down her cheeks.
I put my arms around her. "I love you too Ginny. You'll never not be a part of me either. Even if I don't have scars, I'll have you."