When Harry met Ginny

He was at such ease with Teddy, and Hermione had never seen him act so calmly with a child before, especially a crying one.

"But why does he look exactly like you?" Ron asked him confusedly, albeit shakily. His best friend was looking after a child at the age of 21; who wouldn't be shocked?

Harry smiled at Ron, his eyes sparkling slightly. "I don't know. The first time he saw me, he decided that he liked me and changed his looks to looks exactly like me. Andromeda told that he didn't change ever again, although his eyes vary from time to time, and Andy though that was because it's so hard to get the exact colour of my eyes…" Harry blushed, and pinched his nose nervously.

Molly and Hermione cooed over him, their hands a death grip around him, afraid that if they didn't grab hard enough he'll disappear. Ron and George were a similar, their eyes pinning him to the sofa.

George swallowed and began shakily. "It's good to have you back Harry." Harry smiled softly at him and drew him in a manly hug.

Ron looked at Harry, his own eyes sparkling in unshed tears. "It's great that your back Harry, I don't know how I would've handled losing another brother" his voice started shaking at the end, and Harry's eyes watered too, and Molly and Hermione began to shed tears fast.

Ron lightened suddenly and drew Harry into another hug clapping him on the back. "And I would've lost my favourite brother!"

Harry, Hermione and Molly laughed as George protested "Hey!".

Suddenly, a white mist filled the room and Arthur Weasley's weasel Patronus spoke.

Molly, George, Ron, Hermione, we've been worried sick! Bill and Charlie have been ready to flee, reply in the next five minutes, please! Is Harry there? Is he ok? Where are you? When are you all coming home? Hurry!

Hermione clapped a hand to her forehead. "I can't believe we forgot! They're all probably worried sick!"

George quickly sent back a Patronus telling them all they were fine, and yes Harry was here and he was fine.

George then turned his eyes to Harry. "Come on then! We should be going home now, dad, Bill, Charlie and the rest of them are probably dying to race here!"

Harry looked at them all longingly then shook his head sadly. "I can't go to the Burrow yet."

Hermione and Ron's grip tightened instantly around both his arms and Hermione started speaking frantically. "Why can't you? Your back now! Those death eaters are dead! They are dead, aren't they? You have to come Harry! I can't- I won't lose my brother again-!" she was on the verge of crying again and Harry rubbed her arm soothingly.

"They are dead Hermione, I'm fine. But right now, Teddy's sleeping, and if he's suddenly surrounded by so many people he's going to start crying. Let me get him ready to meet all of you, and I'll swing by the Burrow tomorrow, okay?"

Ron looked at him firmly, "You promise?"

Harry nodded solemnly, "I promise." Then he smiled a little. "And please try to control Bill, Charlie and Mr Weasley from breaking down my door, I'm sure Teddy won't appreciate that."

After much convincing of Harry to Molly, they all finally left and Harry closed the door swiftly. He turned his back on the door and slid down it until he was sitting horizontally.

He took his head in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. He was so happy; happier than he'd been in a long time.

He was going to see all the Weasley's tomorrow. Mr Weasley, who was practically his dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, his brother, Audrey, Fleur, Sarah, his own sisters-in-law. And Ginny.

Harry sighed and pinched his nose.

Ginny.

That name had been ringing like a broken radio in his head for two years. The first two years of when he was kept in that cell.

She hated him, and he loved her. She blamed him, he trusted her. She gave up everything for him, he left her.

His ran his hands through his hair again, frustration pouring through him. It had been for her own good. How did she not see that? He had thought she knew, but he'd been proven wrong. He wouldn't have won that war if he had worried constantly over the thought of her not being safe, and with Ron and Hermione there, he had already enough guilt.

Flashback

He ran down the corridor, happiness overtaking his rational thought. Ginny had asked to see him here, and it was all he could do to not skip like a madman.

It was five days after the Voldemort's death. Ginny hadn't spoken to him, and Harry could hardly blame her. They all had different ways of dealing with grief, and Ginny's was to close herself off and pretend nothing was wrong.

As he reached the end of the corridor, he heard giggling coming from a classroom.

"Marcus, let me go!"

Ginny giggled uncontrollably, and Marcus Belby was leaning over her tickling her sides.

"Well, well, well, who knew Ginny Weasley was so ticklish. Ginny Weasley, star chaser Quidditch player, Bat bogey jinx champion, my girlfriend-"

Harry cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention to himself from the two people in the room.

Girlfriend. His girlfriend. Ginny. Marcus. Marcus and Ginny.

Ginny froze and looked at Harry. Marcus shifted awkwardly.

"Umm…You- err…asked to- umm- see me…?" Harry asked, feeling incredibly out of place.

Pain. That was the only thing he could feel.

Ginny straightened her clothes out and muttered a 'yes'. Marcus mumbled 'see you later' and left quickly, as if he couldn't get out fast enough.

They both stood in silence. Then she broke it.

"I wanted to talk to you because I… I just want you to know there's no way we're ever getting back together again."

Harry looked at her in shock. Suddenly anger overcame him, and he nearly pulled out his wand and started firing. But he stopped at the last minute. It wasn't worth it.

"And what makes you think that I was going to ask you that?" he asked her slowly, fighting to stay as calm as possible.

Something flashed through her eyes, but then anger took over.

"What?! Oh, so now that you're so Great you think I'm not good enough for you?!"

He looked at her straight in the eye and spoke evenly. "I didn't say that. All I said was I know we're not getting back together again. You don't need to tell me. I'm sure you can find someone better- you already have-"

She took a step towards me and poked m in the chest.

"You're an asshole, Harry Potter. You're not the great person everyone thinks you are. You are a coward. You let my brother die. You went to die yourself, and leave us all alone here to die, take away everyone's hope so you alone have peace. I wish you had died Potter. It's your fault there dead. Tonks, Remus, Moody. They died saving you. Fred died too. It's your fault Harry Potter. I hate you. You deserve to die!"

Pain. Anger. Hurt. Resentment. Hate.

Despite what she said, Harry stood his ground and looked her in the eye and said, "I know." Then he turned around, and left.

Flashback FIN

Rationally, he knew she was trying to take out her anger on someone, and he was just the right person to do so.

But, it still hurt.

He knew everyone said it wasn't true. It isn't your fault Harry. But he couldn't help it.

"Daddy?" asked a scared sleepy little voice. Harry quickly got up and got into bed with his Godson- no. His son.

"I'm right here cub."

Father and son both soon fell asleep.

Ginny Weasley strode into Flourish and Blotts. She needed to get a new book to pass her time, it was getting awfully boring at her apartment all day alone.

Ginny was on break from season. She had tried to beg Gwenog to let her play, but she had stood her ground and told Ginny sternly that she needed rest.

Truthfully, she did. Ginny flew as a distraction. From the pain, the longing, the heartache, self-hatred, shame-

To forget what she did to him.

It broke her heart every day. She couldn't believe what she had said to him. And her Weasley pride and stubbornness refused to let her apologise.

And then he was taken.

The pain. He had taken her heart with him, and had left his in return, which she knowingly broke in to too many pieces.

She knew he loved to blame himself for everything. And she…

Ginny shook herself. Now he was back. What was she going to say to him? She hadn't told her family what had happened between them, and she knew Harry would never tell them.

Did she even deserve his forgiveness?

What would he do? What would he look like? He'd been kept with those low-life bastards-

She had cried all night after Hermione came and told what happened.

Ginny took a deep breath and steadied herself. She needed to get the book, buy it, and walk out of her without breaking away and running to the Leaky Cauldron.

Suddenly, she turned around and yelped as she ran into a guy, tumbling down and landing on top of him.

"Oof."

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you, I wasn't watching where I was going and I-"

He laughed and they got up.

Oh. My. God.

He was amazing. A lean, tall body, muscles ringing from just the right points. Well defined chest, strong, smooth and long fingers. And oh, his face. Jet-black mop of hair, tangled up but still looking good. Smooth lips, just waiting to be kissed. And his eyes. The most beautiful emerald eyes she had ever seen peered back at her.

"I-I a- am s- so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and…"

He just laughed, his voice rich and velvety.

"It's ok. We all have our moments."

Ginny kicked herself mentally. What was with the stuttering? And he looked so familiar.

"I'm sorry, but I have to get going now. My son's waiting for me just out…"

Ginny's felt like she'd died. He has a son. And probably an amazing-looking wife. Just her luck.

"Oh yeah, umm I'm sorry once again…"

His eyes twinkled and he smiled kindly, and her dead heart fluttered.

"It's okay"

And with that, they both parted ways. Not without her looking at least once in his direction.

A/N

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