Not The Only Weasley
"Ginny, I'm home!"
"I'm in the sitting room," her very dull and unenthusiastic reply came; her voice was thick with emotion, and Harry quickened his pace. He loved his job, but sometimes it could be so demanding. He should have been home with Ginny today, but he couldn't even have a day off. Well, at least Andromeda was looking after the boys, Harry thought.
He entered the room and took in her appearance. It was clear she had hastily wiped her tears away, though her face was still red and her eyes puffy.
Harry closed the distance and embraced her, and she buried her face in the chest. He felt so helpless as her body raked with sobs; he rubbed her back and whispered nonsensical words in her ear, but he knew it won't help.
"I-I'm f-f-fine," she said after a few minutes, and untangled herself from him.
Harry grabbed her shoulders and looked at her in the eyes. "No, you're not. Not even I am. Look, why don't you go and lie down for a bit, and I'll make something for the dinner?"
"No, I—I've got work to do." It was then that Harry's attention went to her hands, or rather, to what she was holding in them. His wife lifted the needles and went back to knitting—or at least tried to, with no success, for her hands were shaking so badly.
Harry knelt in front of her and made her look at him, his finger under her chin. "Ginny," he said, his voice calm, "since when do you knit?"
She averted his gaze. "W-Well, Christmas' coming. A-And, with M-Mum g-g-gone, someone has to make the Weasley j-jumpers. It is a tradition, after all, and I'm the only Weasley girl left, aren't I?" Tears fell down her cheeks, and Harry gently wiped them away.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. His wife, who was always so much in control of herself, had been completely broken since Molly passed away the previous morning. He knew it was hard for her—he wasn't faring much better, but she was Molly's daughter, and the Weasley matriarch had been the only woman in her life until she left for Hogwarts. Still, she had to start to heal. It would be a long process, but she had to for her own sake and that of their kids'. He opened his eyes and looked at her, then stood up to sit by her side.
He slid his arm around her waist and leaned back in the couch, and she rested her head on his chest. "You couldn't be more wrong."
Ginny turned her head to look at him, a questioning look on her face.
"It is true that you were the first Weasley female of our generation, but now there's Fleur and Hermione, Audrey, Angelina. Then there are the tiny ones: Vic, Dom, Molly, Lucy, Rose." He placed a hand on her belly. "And, you know, our little Lily will be a Weasley, too, in a way."
Ginny tilted her head and gently kissed him. When she leaned back, there was a tiny smile playing on her lips. "You are awfully hard to debate with, you know."
Harry felt his own lips tug into a smile to match his wife's. No, she wouldn't already heal, but it was at least a start.
Word Count: 561
Prompts used:
From January Event: National Hobby Month
• Knitting: Write about someone other than Molly Weasley knitting Christmas jumpers.
From The Ultimate Patronus Quest Challenge
• G7 — Bustards: Write about the creation of Hogwarts. Alternatively, write a HarryGinny story.