The wind chilled to the bone. If not a breeze it was a storm, and if not a storm, it felt like hell. I sighed as I walked out to my post. It was as if we were a tribe, we were all bonded now....And we all knew our mission...We had to stop Voldemort. It was the only thing on all of our minds besides losing each other. We never thought it would be this way, the Final Battle and all...But here we were. I shivered and felt someone come up behind me. I soon felt Harry's arms around my abdomen and I grabbed his hand with mine, entwining our fingers, kissing them gently, and sighing. "Do you think we'll, well, that we'll win?" "I have no doubt Ginevra Weasley, there can be no doubts, just strife." I smiled and sighed, I'd think he was being brave if I didn't know he was being honest with himself. He didn't second guess the fact we'd win, but his definition of winning just ment giving our all, but I knew all to well that could include our lives.....
"That's all for tonight guys." Ginny Potter said quietly, to her three children who were now cuddled in their cozy bed. "But mum!!!" Lily whined. "We're getting there I know it!" Ginny furrowed her eyebrows, she wasn't ready for these questions, they were too young.... "Granddad, mum. We'll find out how he died soon right? Why he left us?" "Lillian, I've told you before he didn't leave on purpose, the people that took him didn't have gifts like you waiting for them at home." Lily pouted out her lips as far as she could. "Mum!!! Please! You never told us anything!! Just one more part of the story!!" Ginny sighed. "Just one more part..." Lily's eyes lit.
The fire was starting, and doing it the muggle way wasn't lightening anyone's mood except Arthur's. Dropping another match, and sighing he stood and grabbed his wand of the table, and lighting a quick fire. He walked over to Ginny and hugged her tight. She looked in his eyes quickly and pulled away. Smiling, she handed him his second cloak and lantern. "Put it at the end of the mountain, don't go any further than the oak trees tonight, and come home early, you look tired." She replied, her eyes were now searching him. He smiled and grabbed her hand, she ran it over his unshaven face and smiled, "I love you Daddy." "I love you too Ginny, you know I always have."
A knock on the bedroom door, and Ginny sniffling signaled the end of tonight's story time. "Okay bed guys." "Yeah," Harry replied, walking in to tuck the kids in bed. Ginny kissed them and walked out of the room quickly, closing the door behind her. She opened the bathroom door and sobbed. Sitting on the toilet she cursed quietly. She hugged the tissue box tight but soon heard footsteps in the hall. She threw the tissue back on the counter and drew her sleeve across her face roughly. "Ginny?" Harry knocked on the door. "I'm here, I'll be right out." He nodded and she sat back down. This, this wouldn't be easy. The kids would have to understand......The murder of their Grandfather was not something their mother was ready to talk about.....None of her war stories were ready to be told yet....But they soon would be......