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A/N: If something's in italics, then it's from Lily and James's POV. If it's not, it's from Harry's.
History Repeats Itself
Chapter 2
It was the end of Harry's seventh year. He and Ginny had still been going out, and Ron and Hermione finally got together at the end of sixth year. When Ron told Harry, he felt like saying "It's about time!" Ron had just told Harry that he was going to propose on Graduation Day. Harry would propose to Ginny, but she still had HER seventh year to go through. Neville also started dating Susan Bones in his fifth year, but he was too scared to propose.
Harry and Ron were going to become Aurors, and Hermione was going to teach Transfiguration. Dumbledore had died a few days ago, and Professor McGonagall found it way too hard to teach Transfiguration AND fulfill her Headmistress duties. The thought of Dumbledore still saddened almost everyone at Hogwarts, emphasis on the ALMOST.
Lily and James witnessed Harry telling Ron and Hermione about his dream, and they couldn't accept the fact that Harry and Ginny were going to die. They were also worried about if Natalie was going to die or not. They were pretty sure that she wouldn't, and would follow the same path as Harry, and become known as Natalie, the girl who lived.
"At least we'll be able to finally talk to Harry, and watch Natalie grow up," sighed James sadly. Lily nodded.
A year passed, Ron and Hermione were married and Harry was ready to propose to Ginny. He was sweating, and shivering uncontrollably. Step by step, inch by inch, slow and steady. His mind raced. "
"Ginny, I've known you for eight years, I love you, will you marry me?" he muttered to himself.
Yes, that would do. It wasn't the best proposal, but Ginny wouldn't mind.
"Ginny, c-can I ask y-y-you s-something?" he stuttered.
"Of course Harry. What is it?" replied the smiling Ginny.
"GinnyI'veknownyoumarryme?" said Harry quietly.
"What?"
"Ginny, I've known you for eight years, I love you, will you marry me?" he asked hopefully.
"James, Harry proposed. It's all downhill from here on."
"Lily, there's nothing we can do," replied James.
"I know. We have to be happy for him. It's the happiest time of his life. He's getting married."
"After he and Ginny die, there will be more conversation. With me, you, Harry, and Ginny, there will be lots to talk about."
"James, I apprieciate the optimisim, but I don't want to talk about him dying."
Two months later:
"Harry, can I talk to you?" asked Ginny.
"Sure."
"I'm pregnant. It's a girl."
A/N: If something's in italics, then it's from Lily and James's POV. If it's not, it's from Harry's.
History Repeats Itself
Chapter 2
It was the end of Harry's seventh year. He and Ginny had still been going out, and Ron and Hermione finally got together at the end of sixth year. When Ron told Harry, he felt like saying "It's about time!" Ron had just told Harry that he was going to propose on Graduation Day. Harry would propose to Ginny, but she still had HER seventh year to go through. Neville also started dating Susan Bones in his fifth year, but he was too scared to propose.
Harry and Ron were going to become Aurors, and Hermione was going to teach Transfiguration. Dumbledore had died a few days ago, and Professor McGonagall found it way too hard to teach Transfiguration AND fulfill her Headmistress duties. The thought of Dumbledore still saddened almost everyone at Hogwarts, emphasis on the ALMOST.
Lily and James witnessed Harry telling Ron and Hermione about his dream, and they couldn't accept the fact that Harry and Ginny were going to die. They were also worried about if Natalie was going to die or not. They were pretty sure that she wouldn't, and would follow the same path as Harry, and become known as Natalie, the girl who lived.
"At least we'll be able to finally talk to Harry, and watch Natalie grow up," sighed James sadly. Lily nodded.
A year passed, Ron and Hermione were married and Harry was ready to propose to Ginny. He was sweating, and shivering uncontrollably. Step by step, inch by inch, slow and steady. His mind raced. "
"Ginny, I've known you for eight years, I love you, will you marry me?" he muttered to himself.
Yes, that would do. It wasn't the best proposal, but Ginny wouldn't mind.
"Ginny, c-can I ask y-y-you s-something?" he stuttered.
"Of course Harry. What is it?" replied the smiling Ginny.
"GinnyI'veknownyoumarryme?" said Harry quietly.
"What?"
"Ginny, I've known you for eight years, I love you, will you marry me?" he asked hopefully.
"James, Harry proposed. It's all downhill from here on."
"Lily, there's nothing we can do," replied James.
"I know. We have to be happy for him. It's the happiest time of his life. He's getting married."
"After he and Ginny die, there will be more conversation. With me, you, Harry, and Ginny, there will be lots to talk about."
"James, I apprieciate the optimisim, but I don't want to talk about him dying."
Two months later:
"Harry, can I talk to you?" asked Ginny.
"Sure."
"I'm pregnant. It's a girl."