Disclamier- I own none of JK's characters. I wish they were mine. However, any characters that aren't in HP belong to me.
Author's Note- This is my very first Harry/Ginny story I have ever written. I love this pairing and wish I would have started writing about them ages ago! Hope you all like this. (A/N from April 6)- When I was fixing this chapter for spelling mistakes, I accidentlly put the first chapter of a different story on here. And since the first chapter was completely pulled out of my ass, I'm doing the same with this. I pretty much have the same guideline for this chapter because I can remember what it said, but some of the wording is a little different from the original one the other reviewers have read. Not to worry though. Because it still all makes sense)!
Awakening from the Past
Chapter One
'Let me go!' Ginerva Weasley screamed as she tried to yank her arm free of Lucius Malfoy's powerful grip.
'You're pathetic! You're just hoping your little boyfriend Potter will come and save you. Well guess what! It's not going to happen.' Lucius said mockingly.
'Avada Kedvra!' was screamed from behind them. In an instand, Lucius' grip was gone and fell quickly to his knees before hitting the ground, dead. Ginny's knees began to feel weak. She too fell to her knees, gripping the spot that Lucius Malfoy was only holding seconds earlier.
'Ginny. Are you okay?' Harry said, sinking down next to her.
'Yeah. I think so.' Ginny said, letting tears flow down her face.
'Oh god Ginny. I'm so sorry. I should have been looking out for you more.' Harry said, hugging her tightly to his chest.
'No. It's not your fault.'
'Why are you crying then?' Harry asked.
'What if this is it?'
'We're going to die on this battlefield aren't we.' Ginny asked, as a bunch of Order memebers went running by them, casting spells.
'It's possible but we shouldn't think that way.'
'Harry. Make love to me.' Ginny said suddenly.
'What?' Harry asked, very confusedly.
'Who knows if we will survive. I want you to make love to me...right now.'
'Ginny stay here okay.' Harry said, as he crouched behind the bushes.
'No. I want to come with you.' Ginny protested.
'No! It's too dangerous and I won't risk you. You just stay here and don't let anyone see you. I'll be right back.' Harry said, kissing her quickly and then he took off. Little did she know, that was the last time she would ever see him alive.
'What do you mean he's gone! I just say him thirty mintues ago!' Ginny exclaimed in hesteria. The war had been over for a couple of mintues and she was not recieving good news
'I'm sorry Miss Weasley.'
'No! I know you have him hear! Where is he?'
'I'm sorry Miss Weasley. A bunch of healers just brought Mr. Potter's body away a few mintues ago. I'm sorry for your loss.' The healer re-entered the tent and left a shocked and shaking Ginny to stand by herself. She couldn't believe this. Harry. The love of her life. Gone. Dead. Ripped away from her. She fell to the ground once again, head in her hands and sobbed.
Ginny sat up quickly, drenched in a cold sweat. Every night for the past eleven years she had been have the same nightmare. She quickly got up, pulled a house coat around her body and made her way downstairs. She put the kettle on and made her way into the living room to sit down. She looked at the clock. 3:45am. It was August 18th. Today was the eleventh year anniversary of Harry's death. Ginny sighed, and held her tears back. She couldn't believe that she had lived eleven years without Harry in her life.
But then she thought of Clay, her husband. She had met him through some of her close work friends. When she had first met him, he had been sweet. Taken her on a romantic first date, consisting of a fancy dinner and dancing. It was also on that first date that she thought she had fallen in love with him. Four dates later, she had "made love" with him. Ginny blushed at this thought. He had been soo gentle with her. So kind. He treated her as if she were glass, ready to break at any mintue. He always was very gentle when it came to her talks about her love life with Harry. He had been supportive. He had even suggested that he help raise her daughter.
All of that changed when he proposed to her. He knew he had her " in the bag" sort of speak. He was no longer gentle and kind.
'Mum!' yelled a voice from upstairs. Ginny snapped out of her thoughts and quickly rushed up the stairs into her daughter's room.
'Mum!'
'I'm right here sweetface. What's wrong.' Ginny replied, sitting down on her daughter's bed.
The young girl sat up, drenched in a sweat of her own. 'I..I had that dream again. About the man. He was chasing me. Going to kill me. Going to kill you and dad. Mum, it was so scary.' the girl cried against Ginny's shoulder.
'It's alright sweetface. It was only a dream.'
'More like a nightmare.' the girl choked out.
'I'm here now. Nothing is going to hurt you. I promise.' The girl looked up at her and Ginny couldn't help but feel her heart break slightly. It always did everytime she looked at her. She had long red hair like her own, freckles, pretty much most of the Weasley traits. Except one thing. Her eyes. She had her father's eyes. His green, emerald orbs. Harry Potter's eyes.
'What's wrong mum?' the girl asked.
Ginny shook her head and smiled, 'Nothing sweetface.'
'You were thinking about dad again, weren't you?' She could never lie to her daughter.
'Yes. I was.'
'Do you think he would have liked me mum?'
'Of course he would have liked you. He would have loved you. I know he would have.' Ginny said, kissing her daughter's forehead. 'Now, I want you to get some sleep. Alright?'
'Alright. I love you mum.' the girl said, lying her head back down onto her pillows and falling into sleep once more.
'I love you too, my little Izzy-Bee.'
After Ginny had left her daughter to sleep, she made her way back downstairs. She made her tea and sat back down on the couch. She picked up a little black book that had been sitting on the coffee table, and opened it in her table. Grabbing a spare quill, she began to write:
August 18 4:00am
Izzy- Bee had another nightmare again. Always the same one though. Her, Harry and me, all being chased by a mysterious man. I don't know if it means anything or not. Today is the day that marks eleven years of Harry's death. How I managed to go on, I'll never know. It's probably Elizabeth who keeps me going, and my family of course. But seeing Harry alive in Elizabeth brings me more joy than anything ever could. Knowing that Harry will always live on through our daughter brings tears to my eyes. That I can always be close to him through her. Hermione and I are going to visit his gravestone today at what is left of Godric's Hollow. This is always the hardest thing for me to do and Clay says that I am acting like a child about it. That I shouldn't be this sad after this long. But time doesn't heal all wounds. Sometimes it can just make it worse. But who knows, maybe one day I will be over him. Time can only tell.
'What are you doing up so early?' came a voice coming down the stairs. Ginny looked to see her husband, Clay, walking slowly down the stairs towards her.
'Couldn't sleep. Bad dream. What are you doing up?'
'I heard you walking around upstairs. I also heard Elizabeth scream for you. What was wrong with her?'
'She had another nightmare.'
'Again? That's like the fifth one this week. And its only Wednesday!' Clay stated.
'It's not her fault she's having them.'
'What were you writing?'
'What? Oh. I was just writing about her having nightmares and about today being...'
'That stupid anniversary?'
Ginny saw red. 'It's not stupid! Harry meant alot to me...'
'And he still does.'
'Well of course! I did have a child with him.' Ginny replied.
'Yeah well I hate having to raise his child.' Clay said.
'Well you had no problem with it when we first started going out.'
'Yeah well, she's your link to him. And I think that you wouldn't be so attatched to him if you didn't have her.' And with that Clay, stormed off upstairs.
Ginny couldn't believe him. Clay could be an asshole most of time and she hated it. She decided it would be best to sleep on the couch tonight.
