Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns the characters, creatures, etc. I am just an obsessed fan writing about them.
Summary: Five years after Draco left.
Author's notes: Well, I hadn't origionally planned on writing more than one chapter to this story, but the reviewers persuaded me too! tehe. Sorry it's so short, but please enjoy. Oh! And review too. I'd appreciate it.
It had been exactly five years to the day that Ginny's husband, Draco, left her and their baby and Ginny sat in the kitchen at her parent's house staring out the window. After Draco left Ginny couldn't pay the bills so she had to move in with her parents. It was only supposed to be temporary; until Ginny got back on her feet. But she never did. After Draco left Ginny became very depressed and even tried to kill herself once. Her parents wouldn't allow her to live on her own. They thought that she was a danger to their granddaughter.
Ginny sighed. She could see the children running outside from where she sat. There was her daughter, six year old Molly, Fred and Hermione's three year old twins, Colin and Darien, Bill and Fluer's nine year old daughter, Adrianna, George and Angelina's two year old son, Demetri, and Percy and Penelope's four year old son, Orlando. Charlie was married to a beautiful Romanian woman, but they weren't ready for kids yet. Ginny smiles as she watched her beautiful, blonde haired, gray eyed daughter run around happily. She reminded Ginny so much of her father.
"Why so sad, darling?" Mr. Weasley startled Ginny when he came into the kitchen from behind her.
"Hello, Dad," she said with a smile, "I'm not sad. I'm just thinking…"
"About Draco?" Mr. Weasley raised his eyebrows and sat down in a chair next to Ginny.
"W-what? No, I wasn't…"
"You're a bad liar, Ginny. I know you well enough to know when you're thinking about him. You get that distant look in your eyes. Darling, we had all hoped that you would soon realize that it's over. He left you, Ginny. Not the other way around."
"I know that, Dad. I'm over him. I am…"
"Then why do you still wear that charm bracelet? You hardly ever take it off."
"I'm just used to it, I guess."
"That's not it. You're wearing it for a reason, aren't you?"
Ginny was shocked at herself as she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She'd never let anyone see her cry. "It's all I have left of him. He took everything else. He gave this to me the night he left. He still loved me, I know it. He's just waiting for me to come find him. That's what I'll do. I'll find him and I'll bring him home where he belongs."
"You will do no such thing," Molly Weasley had entered the room from the yard and had her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, "that boy deserted you and your one year old daughter! You should have nothing to do with him anymore."
"But, Mum," Ginny cried, "There's something more to this. He didn't just leave. I told you what that letter said. He didn't want to go—"
"Ginny, you are twenty seven years old! It's about time to grow up!"
Ginny stared at her mother in shock and then turned around and stormed out of the room. When she was out of sight Molly sighed and collapsed into a chair next to her husband.
"There's no need to be so harsh, Molly dear. She needs time to heal," Arthur smiled at his wife.
"Arthur," Molly said, "she's had five years of time to heal."
"Her heart is broken. The love of her life left her and she doesn't know why. Can you really blame her for being the way she is?"
Molly looked down at her feet.
"All I'm saying is that she deserves to know," Arthur stood up, "give her the letters."