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Chapter 2

After the Epilogue

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All was well.

"Excuse me…" a small yet chipper voice piped from behind Harry; the couple looked at each other, they did not recognize the voice. However a fit of giggles escaped from Lily's mouth.

Lily tugged her mother's robes and pointed, "Hi hi, what an odd looking girl! She looks so weird!"

True enough, a young girl was trudging along the path, trying to catch up on the now chugging train. She was a little shorter than his Albus, her shoulder length dirty-blonde hair tied in pigtails with dark blue ribbons and she wore a pair of ridiculously miniature versions of the moon dangling on her ears. She was all alone, pushing her cart, and the on-lookers only laughed at her attempts to catch up on the train; pity ran through Harry's veins as he recalled his self years ago… he whipped out his wand.

The nearest train door magically opened, it was a good thing that the train was yet to pick up speed. The girl continued on trying to run, the trolley was heavy especially if the one pushing it was a frail-looking girl. Harry flicked his wand again as he muttered a simple spell, the trolley flew inside the train. The girl stopped.

It was the first time that Harry had seen her eyes. He felt something painful inside his chest. Those eyes…

"Thank you, sir." She said just before she hopped on the train. It had gathered speed now; Harry could see the girl stood still right before the see-through mirror of the train door, he waved his hand at her, suddenly feeling the need to do that. The girl, as Harry could see, beamed, smiled, and waved back. He felt his lips curve into a smile as he watched her going. It was a feeling… he couldn't quite explain.

It was probably because he too was alone when he first rode the Hogwarts Express. But then, he couldn't forget those oddly misty eyes she had…

Somehow, Harry felt something quite painful erupt in his chest once again. It was a feeling he had long forgotten… and still those eyes… he wondered how the little girl was connected with someone he had not seen for a long time.

He knew it was a mistake he'd done, it was a mistake that he had left her all alone… he couldn't help but feel the guilt swivel in his insides…

"-arry?" a voice pulled him from his reverie. It was Ginny, "Harry? Are you all right? You're sweating like mad." Even Lily was staring at him.

"Oh, yeah, sorry… I… I just remembered something." He lied. It was not like Ginny would know he was lying, in fact, she didn't know when he was lying or when he was telling the truth, so it didn't matter. What was important was that she wasn't weepy or anything, "C'mon, let's go back to the house..."

Somehow, something told Harry that not was all fucking well.

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A/N: Oh yes, I think I'm one of those people who would've appreciated the last book if only JK hadn't inserted the "Epilogue". This fic is mostly ARGH-like (AKA anti-Harry/Ginny, so yeah. XD), and slightly H/L.

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