Disclaimer: Dear Santa, I have been good this year. What I want most in the world is the rights to Harry Potter, which I unfortunately don't own.
A/N: This chappie (in my opinion) is more interesting. Enjoy!
Chapter Two: The Sun-Stone Ring
Ginny Weasley watched the red Hogwarts Express pick-up speed, and saw her daughter wave good-bye.
Then the train was out of sight. The platform was full of chatting parents. Ginny saw many people looking curiously at her, and decided it was time to leave. She stepped, and turned, disappearing.
The feeling of being sucked through a tight rubber tube, and then air burst into her lungs, and she was staring at her house.
Actually, one couldn't really call it a house. It was a giant mansion. It sprawled lazily on a thirty acre lot surrounded by forest. Rows of windows glinted in the sun. Perfectly manicured lawns glowed emerald. Flowers everywhere seemed to burst with color.
Ginny ignored the extravagant splendor of her home, and walked inside to the immense foyer. Her high heeled shoes clicked on the marble floor, and her black slacks whispered together. A sigh escaped her lips. It was just her alone in this large, silent, empty house full of grandeur.
Heels clicked up the stair case, a white hand rested softly on the polished mahogany banister. Up two flights, then turn into the blue carpeted hall. Past rows of pictures, Lexi on a broom for the first time, Logi with Ginny… and Harry. So many pictures of Harry. The ones of him when he was younger, and actually smiled. Their engagement. Their wedding. Their honeymoon.
Tears pricked Ginny's eyes, and she quickly turned away from the moving photos, and walked into her room.
Her heels sunk into the green carpet, throwing her off balance, and she sat heavily in a chair.
The empty house seemed to hold its breath around her.
Oh Harry. I'm all alone now. And I'm so cold.
She pulled off her heels, and grabbed a blanket from the bed. How many times had she woken up with him next to her?
So cold.
It had only been two months. The letter stayed on her bedside table. The creases were beginning to fall apart from being handled and read so much.
Dear Ginny,
I wish I wasn't the one writing you this letter, but there is no one else who can. It's happened, Gin. He died. But he died the way he would have wanted to go. Yes, I know, Harry didn't want to go at all. Let me tell you though, he died with your name on his lips. The evil just consumed him too much. You knew it was going to happen Gin. It was slowly killing him from the inside. There was nothing I could have done. I was the only one there.
I'll see you soon. I'm so sorry Gin. He was a hero. He was also a wonderful man, and we will all miss him through out eternity.
Love,
Hermione
Huddled on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, Ginny began to cry. He was never coming back. She would never see those green eyes gaze into hers, never feel his soft lips kiss hers, never trace his scar, stroke his hair…
Why? Oh Harry, why? You killed Voldemort long ago, you didn't have to go. Oh… Harry…
She sat on the floor crying, letting memory after memory sweep over her… his proposal…
"You look perfect tonight, Gin."
"Oh, Harry, you always say that."
"It's always true."
He swept her into his arms, where she melted as he kissed her deeply, passionately. She traced his lighting bolt scar.
"Come on, Precious. We have an appointment to make." He pulled her to him, stepped, put his lips to hers, and turned, kissing her as they apparated.
The brightness of the sunset blazed Ginny's eyes.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"The South of France," Harry answered, "Come on."
She laughed, and he pulled her to a blanket on the beach. They sat down, and he fed her fruit.
The sun set.
"Ginny."
"Yes, Harry?"
"I have a question."
"What is it?"
"I have two questions."
"Yes?"
"Do you love me, Ginny?"
"Of course. I love you more than anything in the world. I love you more than night or day. I love you more than life."
"Really?"
"Was that the second question?"
"Ginny."
"Yes, really."
"Ginny."
"Yes?"
"Ginny."
"What, Harry?"
"Ginny. Will you marry me?"
"What?"
He kissed her. When they broke apart, he pulled out his wand. He murmured a spell, and what look like a ray of the sun came shooting towards them. Harry caught it. A twitch of his wand and it compacted into a small, glowing stone. A tap, and it was suddenly set into a gold ring.
"Ginny. I'm asking you to be my wife."
He held up the ring. She stared at him.
"Oh Harry."
"Is that a yes?"
She kissed him. Some where in the kiss he slipped the sun stone ring onto her finger…
Tears coursed down her cheeks… three months later they had married. Nine months later Logan was born, and two years after that, Alexia came into the world.
And now she was all alone in a big empty house that whispered his name every time she took a step. And he was never coming back.
A/N: OK, now that's out of my system, I get to go Christmas Shopping! Yay!
