As usual I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did then I wouldn't have to worry about money ever again.
Just a quick one-shot I thought of while hovering up and how one second can change our lives. I've told this from the perspective of Ginny Weasley. Myself, like many others always write Molly to believe she is a failure, because I believe any parents who looses a child would do. No matter how far from the truth she was, no matter how much she isn't, she will always blame herself. (Please note, this was not edited by another person, just myself re-reading, if you spot any mistakes please don't hesitate to point them out to myself.)
One Second
By Rebecca Foster
For years after the final battle my mother called herself a failure. She said she failed because one of her children died, one had been attacked and left scared, one lost an ear, one had put his trust else were and left them, one had been taken to die at the hands of Tom Riddle while unleashing a deadly snake and three had left in the middle of a raid and not to be seen or heard from for months on end, she forgot Harry and Hermione weren't her children, she loved them as much as she loved me and my brothers. She first said this straight after the battle, the day we returned to the Burrow broken hearted, we all told her she was been silly, that we all know what we was getting into, that we all knew the consequences of what fighting could bring, and that she should be proud that she raised her children willing to fight on the right side, willing to die to save even just one life.
But it wasn't until the day of Fred's funeral that just for one second, just one measly second that I had agreed with her, admittedly it was a quite agreement, but I agreed she failed as a mother. I don't know what it was that made me, maybe anger or hurt but I was so shocked and disappointed with myself that I ran. I ran straight to Harry's room and cried on his shoulder, I cried and cried, and he comforted me, he never asked what was wrong, never told me to shut up, he just cradled me to his chest and held me while I cried, at first he thought it was because of Fred, but after I calmed down I told him the truth, I saw his disappointment in his eyes, for just one second, I saw it and I hated myself even more.
I went to leave but he stopped me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back; he looked into my eyes and told me he loved me. I was shocked, and for one second I didn't believe him. He softly kissed me and repeated himself. I kissed him back. Slowly I was laid on my back, clothes long ago discarded. He looked into my eyes, his almost black with lust, and asked if I was sure I was ready for this, I said yes, but for one second I had doubt and he saw that in my eyes. He kissed me and moved to lie next to me. I said I was sorry, and I saw in his eyes, for just one second I saw regret. I went to dress but again he stopped me. He said we could still have some fun, and for one second I saw the mischief in his eyes to be replaced by love and I smiled.
Later, as we lay next to each other, huge grins on our faces I thanked him for not pressuring me. I thanked him for loving me. And for one second I allowed myself to think of our future together, it was only one second because that's when my mother walked into the room and caught us. And not even for one second during her rant did I regret my decision.
One second. Just one second is all it takes. To make you regret something, be thankful for something, or just simply decide your future for the rest of your life.
Just one second.
Hope you enjoyed my small one shot. Please review.
