Photographs. Many old ones in antique wooden or gold frames, some brass; as her late husband preferred. All of them had been wrapped in scarves, so no damage would happen to them. Ginny thought it important to relive her old memories for her grand childrens sake, she wanted them to know of all the great people she knew, most of which she cherished as if they were family.
While she waited for her daughter and grandchildren she began unwrapping her pictures. The first, brought a smile to her face, it was all of her brothers and her parents. A silent tear rolled down her cheek. It was not long since Ron had passsed of old age. Hermione was in the next picture, she had passed away two months ago. Ginny cherished every moment she had with her, she knew Hermione would marry into the family. She had become the sister Ginny never had.
Ginevra chuckled quietly, unwrapping the next picture sent her into a fit of laughter. It was the majority of her Gryffindor classmates all pulling faces at the camera, she set it on the mantel piece along with the others. The next photo made her frown, seeing her late husband set her tears flowing. Harry had his arms over Ginnys pregnant stomach, she remembered it being with her first pregnancy, Hermione had hold of the camera. They were at St. Mungos visiting Neville and his wife, who had just their first baby.
She polished it and set it up next to her familys photograph. Nearly all the victims she had managed finding pictures of so that she could tell her family about how special they were to their grandfather. She sat at the dining table again with her cup of tea. She looked back at the pictures, making sure they were clean enough, staring proudly at them all.
Ginevra must have dosed off after finishing her tea, because all she could remember is her grandchildren, Harry, Molly and Arthur waking her. Lily was there as well, she had told her mother that she had to go out and would be back in a while. Ginevra served them dinner; a lovely roast as good as her mother used to make, she gave all three a bath and got them dressed in their pyjamas and in to bed.
"Could you tell us a story, Nanna?" Molly squeaked from her bed.
"Yes," Ginevra sat in the rocking chair, thinking of which of the heroes she knew would be suitable for the kids to hear about.
"Dont worry about the violence, you know were big kids now," Harry told her, Ginevra smiled at his statement.
"Your twelve, and its dark outside, I do not wish to give you nightmares, how about a love story?"
Harry and Arthur grimaced. "Yuck!"
Molly simply rolled her eyes, and looked at her grandparent, intently. "Please tell us."
"Alright, dont worry boys it wont be all yucky romance, there will be some action." Ginevra promised.
Ginevra sat back in her chair and got comfortable. "Ill tell you about your Uncles namesake; Severus Snape."