These story is composed of many short chapters describing what I think have been the day after day of Harry and Ginny after the war.
Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
Chapter Four
The sky was clear once, something Ginny never took for granted. On those days, back at the war, the sky was always black, or gray, and now she could see the pale blue, the clouds, and finally the sun.
Because she wouldn't let these little moments pass for granted, she took a walk everyday. In the mornings or at night, alone or at Harry and Teddy, or just with one of them, she always took a walk.
Tomorrow would be Harry's birthday, and her mother already had a party planned. She knew he didn't want one, but would accept because he loved Molly Weasley. Buying a gift for Harry is not an easy thing, as he doesn't ''need or want anything'' - his words not mine. But I think I got something a little bit special for him.
Mom was over the top. She made one of hell of a party, with so much food - which Harry adore it - and invited all of our family and friends. Hermione and I were at my old room cashinp up, cause its been awhile we didn't have time to talk. As always she was complaining about my brother. Sometimes I don't know why she married him. But then, he does something extremely cheesy and dork, and when I look at her face I see all the love she has for him.
The door opens and George shows up.
"Come on girls, it's time we start this party" - he says taking our arms pushing us from the bed. It hurts to look at him sometimes. Not just because he's Fred's image, its because we can see how alone and sad he is. He was never the same. He trys to show that he is okay, but we know he's not. We're not okay either. "Mom wants everybody downstairs now". So we acompany him.
Harry was happy. He loved my family as his own, and of course, had a little thing for my mom. She was his favorite. Teddy was adoring the atenttion everybody was giving to him. The 3-year-old kid was sleeping at my father arms right now. Believe it or not, dad was his second favorite man - Harry was first, of course. I was debating if this was the time and the place to give my present. It was something that will change our lives, and I didn't know if he would be happy. We never talked about it, but it was something we both wanted in the future. When he looked at me with those beaufiful eyes full of love, and that charming smile, I made my decision. I went to him, hugged him by the waist, and when he bent down to kiss my cheek I whispered in his ear: "I'm pregnant."
He froze. I begun to get nervous. What if he doesn't want this child? What if he didn't planned to be with me for the long term? He finally looked at me, and as I didn't know what to do I just said: "Happy Birthday!" And to my relieve he took me in his arms and kissed me senseless.
