Disclaimer: I don't own anything even distinctively related to anything
Harry Potter. Except maybe Julie Peterson. Lucky me!. In other words, don't
even try suing me. I doubt you'll get as much as a nickel, so don't bother.
J.K. Rowling, the wonderfully talented and creative lady does. Don't sue
her either, apparently it doesn't work either.
A/N: ITS ME AGAIN! Yes I did post this before on my other name, but I revised it some more and now I'm posting it again! Yay!
Chapter one Ginny sat nervously twirling her hair on the soft green plush seating as she stared out the window at the green summer countryside that sped quickly by. This was it; She was going home.
She glanced over at the sleeping woman across from her. Her long brown hair had been pulled into a loose bun, and a small delicate hand rested on her bulging stomach. "Seven months." She had said proudly. The muggle had introduced herself as Julie Peterson, a young muggle teacher from London who had decided to move with her husband closer to her parents once she had found out that she was pregnant.
Ginny wondered what it was like to be pregnant. To have an actual little human inside of her, and then to raise them and not know what they would have to face in years to come. Maybe someday...
The little train started to slow as they went over what Ginny supposed was the old Stoatshed Hill, where just three years ago she, her dad, her brothers, and Harry and Hermione had climbed wearily up. Ginny smiled a sad smile as she thought of the memory. The train rumbled slowly over the hill and came to a stop at the small station that now sat at the bottom.
Julie woke, and Ginny helped the pregnant woman to get her things, and off the train. They exchanged a brief goodbye and addresses, and parted to their separate lives. Ginny picked up her old tattered suitcase and started the long walk to what once was her home. * The walk from the village was long, but time seemed to speed by as she took each new dreaded step. She walked through the small forest and stopped behind a large tree when she reached The Burrow and hid herself behind it. If she was expecting some big change, or perhaps the house in shambles, she didn't find it. Instead she found the scene that met her eyes one that she had seen several times before. The old house was still the same as she remembered it, but a few rooms had been added in random places.
The door suddenly swung open and Ginny quickly hid herself farther behind the tree. Two small todlers with flaming red hair appeared with a toy broom each, who were quickly swept up into the arms of a stocky man with fiery red hair. Charlie.
Another redheaded child bounded out of the house dragging a large tub, which was followed by a curious puppy with long floppy ears. The girl giggled and scooped the puppy up in her arms, and flopped down onto the soft grass. The small dog yipped happily and licked her face. Six other puppies appeared from the house and quickly sprinted to join in the play.
An aging woman stepped out of the house smiling sadly at the young girl as she wiped her hands on a white kitchen towel. One of the puppies ran over to her and started to pull on the towel with his teeth. The woman laughed softly and kneeled down to pet him.
The woman, Ginny concluded with tears in her eyes, had to be her mother. Molly looked as though she had aged ten years since Ginny had last seen her and her bright once flaming red hair had been flecked with grey.
Two men suddenly burst through the door behind her mother and sprinted across the lawn as though one of Hagrid's old skrewts was after them. Ginny quickly realized what her brothers' fear was. A tall lanky man with extremely red ears appeared, and it was obvious he was furious about something.
Ginny watched in amusement as the twins' faces changed from evil smirks to pure angelic expressions. She wasn't sure what they were saying; they were talking in whispers, but Ginny figured it must have been horribly embarrassing for Ron. His face and neck was now a lovely shade of reddish- purple and was sputtering incoherently as the twins faces began to fade back into evil grins once more.
Another group of people stepped out of the house, and Ginny began to wonder how they all had fit in the small house in the first place. Then again, she reminded herself, how could she forget? Two of the people Ginny didn't recognize. One was a woman in her twenties with olive skin and dark eyes and hair, which seemed to flow down her back.
The second one, had short blond hair that had been stylishly cut so a bit of it in front tucked behind her ear. She had fair skin and was tall and thin; and as her voice rang out to tease Ron, Ginny suspected a hint of American in her accent.
Ginny had recognized the other two immediately as her long time friend Hermione Granger, and Penelope Clearwater, who when Ginny last saw her was engaged to her brother Percy. Hermione had defiantly changed, her bushy hair seemed to have finally given up its rebellion, and had transformed into long sleek shiny hair. Penelope hadn't changed much, although Ginny thought she saw a slight bulge in her robes.
Yet another person emerged from the house and Ginny felt her stomach do the familiar flip-flop. He had dark black hair that he was currently flattening down hurriedly with his hand, and had at least grown a foot since Ginny saw him last two years ago. He laughed; a laugh that made fresh tears flow down Ginny's cheeks, and sat down to plays with the puppies.
The four who were un-occupied pounced on him at once, while another small one, a girl-Ginny noted by its pink ribbons, walked up to him and curled contently in his lap. Harry stopped playing with the other four at once and stroked the girl's head absentmindedly as he watched the others, who had given up on him, now yipping and jumping up and hanging on Ron's legs.
Ron picked one up and laughed as it licked his face and ear. The puppy nipped his ear playfully and he swiftly put it down and swore as he rubbed his ear furiously. Ginny saw Hermione laugh and walk over to her fuming brother and rub his ear softly.
Everyone looked so happy. It was their perfect world, that each of them had dreamed about for decades. There were no worries, just simply peace. It was like watching a miracle. A year ago life was a raging war, the hatred and evil had gone to its climax and nobody was safe. And now, wounds had been healed, but yet there were still the scars. The reminders of the past, and what could have been the future. REVIEW!!!!!! :D
A/N: ITS ME AGAIN! Yes I did post this before on my other name, but I revised it some more and now I'm posting it again! Yay!
Chapter one Ginny sat nervously twirling her hair on the soft green plush seating as she stared out the window at the green summer countryside that sped quickly by. This was it; She was going home.
She glanced over at the sleeping woman across from her. Her long brown hair had been pulled into a loose bun, and a small delicate hand rested on her bulging stomach. "Seven months." She had said proudly. The muggle had introduced herself as Julie Peterson, a young muggle teacher from London who had decided to move with her husband closer to her parents once she had found out that she was pregnant.
Ginny wondered what it was like to be pregnant. To have an actual little human inside of her, and then to raise them and not know what they would have to face in years to come. Maybe someday...
The little train started to slow as they went over what Ginny supposed was the old Stoatshed Hill, where just three years ago she, her dad, her brothers, and Harry and Hermione had climbed wearily up. Ginny smiled a sad smile as she thought of the memory. The train rumbled slowly over the hill and came to a stop at the small station that now sat at the bottom.
Julie woke, and Ginny helped the pregnant woman to get her things, and off the train. They exchanged a brief goodbye and addresses, and parted to their separate lives. Ginny picked up her old tattered suitcase and started the long walk to what once was her home. * The walk from the village was long, but time seemed to speed by as she took each new dreaded step. She walked through the small forest and stopped behind a large tree when she reached The Burrow and hid herself behind it. If she was expecting some big change, or perhaps the house in shambles, she didn't find it. Instead she found the scene that met her eyes one that she had seen several times before. The old house was still the same as she remembered it, but a few rooms had been added in random places.
The door suddenly swung open and Ginny quickly hid herself farther behind the tree. Two small todlers with flaming red hair appeared with a toy broom each, who were quickly swept up into the arms of a stocky man with fiery red hair. Charlie.
Another redheaded child bounded out of the house dragging a large tub, which was followed by a curious puppy with long floppy ears. The girl giggled and scooped the puppy up in her arms, and flopped down onto the soft grass. The small dog yipped happily and licked her face. Six other puppies appeared from the house and quickly sprinted to join in the play.
An aging woman stepped out of the house smiling sadly at the young girl as she wiped her hands on a white kitchen towel. One of the puppies ran over to her and started to pull on the towel with his teeth. The woman laughed softly and kneeled down to pet him.
The woman, Ginny concluded with tears in her eyes, had to be her mother. Molly looked as though she had aged ten years since Ginny had last seen her and her bright once flaming red hair had been flecked with grey.
Two men suddenly burst through the door behind her mother and sprinted across the lawn as though one of Hagrid's old skrewts was after them. Ginny quickly realized what her brothers' fear was. A tall lanky man with extremely red ears appeared, and it was obvious he was furious about something.
Ginny watched in amusement as the twins' faces changed from evil smirks to pure angelic expressions. She wasn't sure what they were saying; they were talking in whispers, but Ginny figured it must have been horribly embarrassing for Ron. His face and neck was now a lovely shade of reddish- purple and was sputtering incoherently as the twins faces began to fade back into evil grins once more.
Another group of people stepped out of the house, and Ginny began to wonder how they all had fit in the small house in the first place. Then again, she reminded herself, how could she forget? Two of the people Ginny didn't recognize. One was a woman in her twenties with olive skin and dark eyes and hair, which seemed to flow down her back.
The second one, had short blond hair that had been stylishly cut so a bit of it in front tucked behind her ear. She had fair skin and was tall and thin; and as her voice rang out to tease Ron, Ginny suspected a hint of American in her accent.
Ginny had recognized the other two immediately as her long time friend Hermione Granger, and Penelope Clearwater, who when Ginny last saw her was engaged to her brother Percy. Hermione had defiantly changed, her bushy hair seemed to have finally given up its rebellion, and had transformed into long sleek shiny hair. Penelope hadn't changed much, although Ginny thought she saw a slight bulge in her robes.
Yet another person emerged from the house and Ginny felt her stomach do the familiar flip-flop. He had dark black hair that he was currently flattening down hurriedly with his hand, and had at least grown a foot since Ginny saw him last two years ago. He laughed; a laugh that made fresh tears flow down Ginny's cheeks, and sat down to plays with the puppies.
The four who were un-occupied pounced on him at once, while another small one, a girl-Ginny noted by its pink ribbons, walked up to him and curled contently in his lap. Harry stopped playing with the other four at once and stroked the girl's head absentmindedly as he watched the others, who had given up on him, now yipping and jumping up and hanging on Ron's legs.
Ron picked one up and laughed as it licked his face and ear. The puppy nipped his ear playfully and he swiftly put it down and swore as he rubbed his ear furiously. Ginny saw Hermione laugh and walk over to her fuming brother and rub his ear softly.
Everyone looked so happy. It was their perfect world, that each of them had dreamed about for decades. There were no worries, just simply peace. It was like watching a miracle. A year ago life was a raging war, the hatred and evil had gone to its climax and nobody was safe. And now, wounds had been healed, but yet there were still the scars. The reminders of the past, and what could have been the future. REVIEW!!!!!! :D