Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wonder how many ways there are to say this? Guess I'm gonna find out...
Author's Note: This story starts where Ginny decides to leave. It continues when the kids are born. Then I'll write at the top 2 years later, etc. More info in the story itself. Mostly in Ginny's PoV. Also, I may get facts wrong, but here's what I'm thinking.
The Battle is in 1998. When Harry is 17. Ginny is 16. 1999, Ginny turns 18, she's 19 in 2000. Correct? In this case, she is 19, its in 2001. Tell me if I'm wrong though.
Hope you like the first chapter. Next chapter will be up soon, and it will probably skip to the birth of Ginny's child. Reviews are most definitely welcome!
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Chapter 1: The Descision
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(Ginny PoV) - 2nd November 2000
'Harry?" I call desperately. "Harry, where are you?"
I search around in the darkness, but I cannot find him.
"Noooooo!" I scream, shaking uncontrollably. I feel someone behind me. They wrap their arms around my back.
"Harry?" I repeat. The figure gives me a hug, whispering:
"No. He is ... gone."
I faint into obliviusness.
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I woke up, sweating. It has been three weeks since the murder of Harry Potter, and the nightmares keep on coming.
A Death Eater was searching for him. He wanted revenge for his master. His dead master.
All I can remember is a flash of green light, and Harry flopping to the ground, before my mind goes blank.
When I woke up, someone gave me a hug, and revealed the truth. I fainted yet again.
Harry's body had disappeared. So was the Death Eater. No one could question. The Death Eater must have taken Harry, my Harry, with him.
I was supposed to marry Harry in one week. I have his baby too, which is due in eight months, in July.
Oh, yes. I am pregnant. Today is meant to be my appointment in checking the baby's health.
But I cannot go there! I can't, won't go, just to hear them say, 'sorry. There is nothing we can do. The baby is dead from the high stress levels.' I must leave!
Hurriedly, I grabbed my Hogwarts Trunk. I haven't used it for two years, not since I graduated. I threw in my clothes, posters, jewellery, and everything else I needed. This included my Marauder's Map and Invisibilty Cloak, the ones that were handed down to me from Harry.
Turns out he made his will. Hah! Why should he, he's meant to be the Boy that Lived, for God's sake!
Everything fits into my suitcase, it was given to me on my birthday, from ...
Hermione. My best friend. The person I love most in the world. I need her, I cannot leave her alone! But she has Ron.
No! I won't leave her!
I collapsed onto my bed. How can I go now? How can I leave her behind?
I won't tell her. That's it. I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in her eyes, the tears welling up, the bowed head of sadness.
I pulled on my clothes, and a travelling cloak. I shut my door softly, and crept down the stairs. The stairs creaked, and I froze as slowly Bill's bedroom door opens, and Hermione peeks out from her temporary sleeping accomadations (she and Ron moved back here to help with anything, seeing as the current conditions). Eyes wide, she yanks me into the room and closes the door.
Casting a silencing charm, she asked me what I was doing.
"I can't stay, it reminds me of everything that has happened. I don't want to run away, but it is the only way I can continue life as normal." I said truthfully.
"Ginny."
"No! I'm going, Hermione!" I snapped.
"I'm not stopping you. Hell, I'm going with you." She stated simply.
"You're going- What? No! What about Ron? My mum? Your parents? No, I won't let you."
"Gin, calm down. I'm not letting you go alone, you're pregnant for God's sake. Anyway, your mum will be sad either way with you gone. My parents were prepared for me to move away when I lived with Ron." Her voice caught as she said his name.
"What is it with Ron?" I asked her, calm for once.
"I- It's not a problem, he'll let me go." She said, not meeting my eyes.
"I could be gone ages."
"We."
"No! You can't just leave my brother."
"Ginny, I broke up with him three days ago." She stated, tears in her eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL?"
"Shhh, the charms aren't that strong! And, well, we didn't want to make things even worse by telling people."
"WHY?"
"He was cheating on me. With Lavender Brown." Hermione answered shortly.
"Hermy, I'm so, so,sorry!"
"Its not your fault, don't cover up for-"
"My idiot of a brother."
"Yeah, well, it means we can go. Face it, if you leave me, I know what you're doing, can get your mother and stop you." She pointed out.
"But that would be snitching!"
"No, it would be caring. I would do it, you know." She warned.
"I-well..."
"We can." Hermione insisted. "We can buy a house, I still have all my savings for college. And the wedding has lots of money left...Sorry." She added when she saw my tearful face.
"Okay then. I have savings too. We're going, right?"
"Right."
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Three weeks later, we found ourselves in a cosy little cottage near Devon.
I was still one month pregnant, and sad for Harry.
But it was a start.
The house had two floors. On the ground floor, the front door opened onto a hallway. Directly to the left were stairs. Directly to the right was a bathroom.
The stairs wall had another door past the stairs, and the bathroom wall had two doors past the bathroom. The one nearest the bathroom led into a playroom. One end of the room was back-to-back against the bathroom wall, and the wall opposite this had shutter doors opening into the second room, the living room.
The playroom would soon have a playmat, a playpen, toys, a box for the toys, and beanbags, cushions and soft play-areas.
The wall opposite the shutter door, in the living room, was basically a gap leading into the long kitchen. The living room had a sofa, a fireplace, a TV, and an armchair. The second door on the hallway led in here.
The hallway had another door right at the end, opposite the front door. It lead into the kitchen. Once standing in this doorway, straight ahead were double doors leading out onto the small patio and garden space. There was a fence round it, which led round the sides of the house and made a small space for a front garden. There was a small gate in the fence and a path lead to the front door, and on one side of the path was space for plants, and the other had a large tree, perfect for picnics under.
The door on the stairs side of the hallway inside lead into a small dining room, which could also be reached by the kitchen, as there was a doorway hole but with no door.
Upstairs were four rooms: mine, Hermione's, one for the baby and a spare room/study. And a bathroom as well.
The furniture was all golden-honey wood, and each room had a certain colour, with two white walls and two of that colour, and some matching furniture (if it wasn't golden). For example, the living room was red, the kitchen was orange, the bathrooms were blue, the dining room was green, the kitchen yellow and the playroom green.
Everything was perfect in our new, sweet home.
