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Would You Change?
Chapter 1- Everything is Not Always What it Seems…Mrs. Weasley looked out the window of the kitchen in the Burrow. She saw an owl approaching that she had never seen before. For a moment she felt her heart race and her blood cool, only for an instant though. She let out a sigh of relief when she remembered that this owl couldn't be carrying any worse news than she had heard in the past three months. The second war was finally over although it didn't take a very long time but it felt like an eternity. Voldemort was dead, that's the most important thing. Many people died and even more were greatly injured. Thankfully, all of her children blood (and not) had survived.
When the owl reached the windowsill, Mrs. Weasley opened it immediately. The letter was quite small and only said one thing…
If you knew that you would die today, would you change?
After she read this letter, she let out a small gasp. It made her question everything that is going on in her life at the moment. Her small, but meaningless fights with her husband, her horrid relationship with Percy and all the other problems that had resulted from the war.
She took it into her hands to owl Percy that instant to apologize for whatever she did that made him go away from the family. When she finished her letter, she immediately woke her children from their deep slumber.
"Children…I have something important to show you," she said.
She could hear groans from all over the house. She couldn't blame them; it had been this way ever since the war ended. No one wanted to hear who died, who had disappeared, etc. They were all tired of it.
"Okay," she thought. "I will just resort to a different way of waking up…" She quickly got out her wand after that evil thought, muttered a few words under her breath and in an instant shouts were heard from all over the house.
-----------------------------------------Harry and Ron's room------------------------------------
"Ron," Harry said. "What was your mom thinking? Harry sat there with his clothes sticking to his thin, yet muscular frame. He sat there looking amused about what Ginny must look like with her clothes sticking to her body. He quickly wiped that thought away from his mind. "You broke her heart," he thought sadly. "And you can't change that, even if you think you love her, still."
After Harry broke up with Ginny in his sixth year, he regretted every moment of it. Many times he thought about getting back together with her, but something stopped him every time. Either he couldn't work up the nerve or he was scared that she would refuse him. She has had a few boyfriends in the past two years, but none lasted longer than a month. Harry's train of thought was broken when Ron started speaking loudly.
"Harry, we better get downstairs," Ron exclaimed. "Maybe something happy has happened." In his head, just like Harry, Ron was thinking about how wonderful it would be to see Hermione in her dripping wet clothes.
"You're right," and with that they both headed down the many stairs to the kitchen.
--------------------------At the same time… In Ginny and Hermione's Room…----------------
"Oh My God," Ginny sat up in her bed. "Why, Why would my mom do this when she very well knows that our showers aren't working and HARRY POTTER IS HERE. I DON'T WANT HIM TO SEE ME IN MY WET CLOTHES," she said these last words particularly loud.
"Ginny," Hermione scolded. "We should get downstairs. You never know what the news could be these days!"
They went out the door without a glance in the mirror to see what they look like. Hermione's usually bushy hair was down her back in loose ringlets. Ron should be happy. Ginny, on the other hand, looked mad. Ever since Harry broke her heart two years ago, she hasn't been the same. Sure, she has had her fair share of boyfriends, but she hadn't truly cared for them like she cares for Harry. That's right, she still cares for him. She never stopped. Never a day want by when she wondered how he was doing or what he was thinking about. Little did she know that his thoughts were quite similar to hers.
---------------------------- 5 minutes later in the Kitchen-------------------------------------------
"Morning children," Mrs. Weasley said in a singsong voice.
"Mum, it's 8:00 in the morning, can you keep it down, please?" Ginny said that last word desperately.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded in agreement. The house still felt empty, with Fred and George being married and all. It was nice, on the other hand, not to be the gopher of every single one of their new jokes.
"Okay, Okay," she cried out. "I was just so surprised by the owl I received this morning. I thought it would all have a special meaning, yet different, to the four of you."
"What happened? Did my…something happen to my parents?" Hermione said.
"Is Dad okay? His job…" Ron and Ginny said at the same time.
Harry interrupted, "Snape…he's gone, right?"
"Children, this owl was about nothing of the sort. It was good in a way. Snape, Harry, darling, is still gone. Arthur is fine. And Hermione, your parents are fine. They are still under constant supervision by aurors."
She pulled the small letter out of her pocket next, laid it on the table, flattened it and showed it to the four teenagers to read.
They all looked at it in a confused way. They didn't know why their mum had to wake them up in this Godly hour. Even though they were still sleepy, the short letter made them gasp.
Hermione was the first to collect her thoughts as always. She was also the first to talk, "Who sent it? When? Why?"
"Honey, I don't know. I wish I did, but I think this holds most of the answers to your problems."
Ginny ran out of the room sobbing, tears running down her face and her small body shaking. Harry looked after her with longing. He tried his hardest to live his life without regrets, but this was something that hurt him the most- losing Ginny- the girl that he loved. It hurt him so much because, even though she wasn't dead, she was just out of his reach. He decided what he had to do.
He, with that thought, walked out of the kitchen, taking the same exact path that Ginny took.
He crossed the well-worn living room with three paces. He saw Ginny, unaware of his presence. He took Ginny in his arms, not being able to handle her crying. She was very startled by this gesture, not having felt it in over two years, when she was in fifth year. At first she relaxed into his arms. A moment later, realizing what she was doing, pulled away.
"Harry," she choked between sobs. "I can't do this."
"Gin," he said using the nickname that only he used for her. "That letter made me realize so many things that were wrong with my life. You are the main one. I can't stand to see you sad. I miss you so much, I need you."
"Harry, don't do this to me," she said and with saying that ran out of the room.
Hermione and Ron came in to comfort Harry, each knowing what it feels like to love someone so much and not knowing what the other person feels.
"Harry, she's going through a really hard time right now. Have you seen the way she walks now? She's not the same. I can't tell you what's wrong but I suggest you go and talk to her. It will help," Hermione finished, out of breath.
"WHO HURT GINNY?" Ron shouted.
"Shhhh," Harry and Hermione said at the same time. Hermione continued talking however, "Harry, listen to me, follow my advice, everything is not always what it seems."
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