It Came Upon The Midnight Clear.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ms. Rowling with the exception of those that aren't in the book.
A/N. If I say names I'll ruin this whole story. Oh and I'm sorry about Ginny's change of heart in the first part of this. This part has no plan, I'm just writing as I go along.
Sighing Ginny leant back in her chair and looked at the tree that she had spent the last two and a half-hours decorating. There hadn't been much point in putting up a tree this year, she wouldn't be at home. The Weasleys were having a reunion for Christmas where all the family and their families came up to the burrow. And she was glad; otherwise it would have been sad and lonely.
The only thing that really comforted her was that she had managed to get a job, a secretary for Yvonne, under the Department of Magical Creatures.
Two months ago, she had lost her job and two years before she had lost her husband and their twins.
The bracelet Harry had given her remained normal and no more things she had seen. But this time, for real, Ginny seemed to have accepted Harry had died. Even though Dumbledore had said he was alive, even though she had saved him from Goyle. She hadn't seen anything in the bracelet for two months and it seemed like, inevitably he had died. In her heart was a tiny gleam of hope, but the optimism and surety he was alive had faded out of her.
"Hi Ginny," Ron opened the door. "Haven't seen you for a long time, where's Harry?"
Ginny went through the door into the sitting room where Hermione was playing with her kids in front of a fire. She sat down and in her head she heard Ron's voice asked ten times louder `Where's Harry?' She put her head on her hands.
"Haven't you heard?" she said in a voice that was unlike her own.
Ron shook his head looking apprehensive.
"They got him, she choked out. "You Know Who and about ten Death Eaters came last night and they killed him and the twins have disappeared. I only lived because one of them, Draco, he stunned me instead of killing me."
She gazed at them in despair, noting their shocked faces.
"Don't you understand?" she started crying, tears rushing down her face. "They got him. He's dead and so are my children!"
She looked out the window, it wasn't that dark. Maybe she could go up to Harry's grave. She pulled her cloak down around her and set off to the graveyard, taking along a bunch of roses she had got earlier on.
The twins would have been eleven this year. She felt tears come in her eyes. She remembered the twins' likeness to each of their parents. They hadn't been identical. Carolyn had looked much like her. Flowing red hair, slim figure and with green-brown eyes, everyone that saw them commented on the rareness and beauty of her eyes. Tom had taken after Harry, untidy hair, no matter what he did with it, tall and thin, round glasses. The only similarities of the twins were their slim figures and the green-brown eyes.
"Mum," Carolyn yelped. "Tom's got my school project and he isn't giving it back! I spent weeks on it and TOM! Mum, he's going to throw it in the river!"
Tom was grinning naughtily, holding the thick project over the river. He was holding onto a tree in one hand and was leaning over the river, with the other hand holding it.
"TOM! Please give it back. What have I done to you to deserve that?" Carolyn pleaded.
Tom's grin widened. A sudden gust of wind swayed his balance and he fell into the water still clutching the project.
"TOM!" Carolyn hurried over. "Are you OK?" She reached the bank and grabbed the project out of Tom's hand and threw it on grass. One hand, the one holding the project hadn't gone under and the project was dry. Tom came up, spluttering and he saw Carolyn's anxious face and the grin came back. He reached out his hand and Carolyn took it. Using most of his mind, he jerked his hand back and Carolyn landed in the water beside Tom.
"When I get you for this!" she splashed water over Tom, laughing.
Ginny watched them, smiling.
Ginny traced the words on his grave with her finger, as she often did.
"Wish you'd come back," she whispered.
"And I wish I could be back home with Ginny and the child." Ginny's heart leapt, that was Harry's voice. She looked around wildly, trying to see where it had come from. Her gaze fell on her wrist. Unknowingly, the bracelet was on it, shaking slightly and the diamond had become clear.
She could see Harry's figure, standing on the beach, sand getting blown everywhere and the foam from the waves was flying high into the air.
"You never know, maybe this spying on Voldemort business has finished. After the plan went so well, he's gone. Everybody knows that he is dead, they just don't know which Auror did it. You'll probably be coming home soon, and revealing you used a fake dummy thing that Voldemort thought was you and killed it." A man, the cheery man was standing beside Harry.
"If she'll have me." Harry fixed his gaze on the sea. "Ever since she thought I'd died she'd send letters on Hedwig, only I couldn't write back. She stopped writing about a month ago, like she's given up hope."
"She'll have you back," the man said gently. "Wives always do. She probably believed in her heart you were alive and she stopped, believing you had. But no one should ever give up hope. So nor should you Harry."
"You're right," Harry was still staring out to sea. "Suppose you're be going to be going home to your family soon?"
"Yeah," the man fumbled for something in his pocket and finally drew out a photograph. "That's my wife Annabelle, and my kids. The girl is called Helene and the boy is called Julian."
"Harry, I love you still," Ginny whispered, sensing the vision was going to stop soon.
"Did you hear that?" Harry stared wildly around and Ginny's heart stopped. He couldn't hear her could he?
"That voice?"
"What voice?" the man looked at Harry, puzzled.
"I heard Ginny, she said she loved me," Harry still looked around the beach.
The man smiled. "Like I said, she'll have you back Harry. You heard her, she loves you."
"You feed Carolyn, I'll do Tom," Ginny told Harry, spooning out baby food into bowls and handing him a spoon. "Tom's a bit hard to control sometimes."
She put some of the mixture on the spoon. "Look Tom the aeroplanes coming!" she cried and landed it in his little open mouth.
When she'd finished and had turned her back on him, she a `splat!'
She turned round and saw Tom waving a spoon triumphantly in the air laughing and Harry staring at him in amazement, a patch of food on his nose.
Ginny couldn't stop herself, she started laughing.
Ginny walked back home slowly, pulling her cloak closely around her. She felt happier. That was the first time she had seen Harry in two months.
She gazed up the sky. Cold and clear weather always brought out the starry sky. As she looked up, snow started to fall, flying lazily down and landing on the icy path. Christmas Eve and it was snowing, maybe they would have a white Christmas after all.
She opened the door and stepped quickly into her house with quite a bit of snow.
"Lumosded." A bright, warm, cheery fire sprang up in the fireplace.
Shivering slightly, she sank down beside it and fell asleep.
Hermione put her arm around the sobbing Ginny.
"It's Ok," she whispered.
"NO IT'S NOT," Ginny shrieked, tears still pouring down her cheeks. "Harry's gone, Tom's gone and Carolyn's gone! Why can't they have just killed me as well? They killed my whole family!"
Hermione's arm tightened around Ginny's shoulders.
"Ginny, much as you blame yourself, don't. It wasn't your fault."
"It was! If I had been an Auror I probably would have uncovered the plot."
"If you'd been an Auror, they'd have made sure you were out the way," Hermione said, tears glistening in her own eyes. "But somehow Ginny, I don't think Harry's died. He survived you Know Who eight times, somehow Ginny I think Harry's still with us."
"Don't be stupid!" Tears still raced down her cheeks. "He died! The ministry is at my house and looking for clues! They've taken his body away! He's dead!"
"In the physical world maybe," Tears slowly made their way down Hermione's face. "But Ginny Harry hasn't left the people he loved most. Look to your heart Ginny and you'll find he's still there."
Ginny woke with a start. Hedwig had landed on her shoulder, and hooted in her ear.
"Hello Hedwig," she ruffled the owl's white feathers. The owl hooted again and held out her leg. Attached was a note. Ginny untied it, wondering what Ron wanted now. She opened it
To our mother,
We never knew how much we missed and loved you until we left you.
Love Carolyn and Tom.
PS. Can you open the door? It's freezing out here!
Outside she heard the cloak chime midnight, a new day, Christmas day. Maybe it was the Death Eaters new idea to get her, but Voldemort had died, two weeks ago. And that was the twins' writing and... She hurried towards the door, deciding on taking the chances.
Before she reached the door, her bracelet fell out her cloak pocket. The diamond was clear.
"Are you sure Mum's in?" she could hear Tom's voice.
"Maybe she went to grandmothers." Carolyn said anxiously. "Maybe we should go there."
"She's here all right. You wait." That was Harry's voice.
She could see them standing together beside the door. And her bracelet would never lie to her.
She went down the stairs and opened the door and there they all were standing on the doorstep, all smiling.
And in the distance Ginny could hear carollers singing, "It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of the old..." while she hugged her long lost family, tears of joy pouring silently down her face.
REVIEW please!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ms. Rowling with the exception of those that aren't in the book.
A/N. If I say names I'll ruin this whole story. Oh and I'm sorry about Ginny's change of heart in the first part of this. This part has no plan, I'm just writing as I go along.
Sighing Ginny leant back in her chair and looked at the tree that she had spent the last two and a half-hours decorating. There hadn't been much point in putting up a tree this year, she wouldn't be at home. The Weasleys were having a reunion for Christmas where all the family and their families came up to the burrow. And she was glad; otherwise it would have been sad and lonely.
The only thing that really comforted her was that she had managed to get a job, a secretary for Yvonne, under the Department of Magical Creatures.
Two months ago, she had lost her job and two years before she had lost her husband and their twins.
The bracelet Harry had given her remained normal and no more things she had seen. But this time, for real, Ginny seemed to have accepted Harry had died. Even though Dumbledore had said he was alive, even though she had saved him from Goyle. She hadn't seen anything in the bracelet for two months and it seemed like, inevitably he had died. In her heart was a tiny gleam of hope, but the optimism and surety he was alive had faded out of her.
"Hi Ginny," Ron opened the door. "Haven't seen you for a long time, where's Harry?"
Ginny went through the door into the sitting room where Hermione was playing with her kids in front of a fire. She sat down and in her head she heard Ron's voice asked ten times louder `Where's Harry?' She put her head on her hands.
"Haven't you heard?" she said in a voice that was unlike her own.
Ron shook his head looking apprehensive.
"They got him, she choked out. "You Know Who and about ten Death Eaters came last night and they killed him and the twins have disappeared. I only lived because one of them, Draco, he stunned me instead of killing me."
She gazed at them in despair, noting their shocked faces.
"Don't you understand?" she started crying, tears rushing down her face. "They got him. He's dead and so are my children!"
She looked out the window, it wasn't that dark. Maybe she could go up to Harry's grave. She pulled her cloak down around her and set off to the graveyard, taking along a bunch of roses she had got earlier on.
The twins would have been eleven this year. She felt tears come in her eyes. She remembered the twins' likeness to each of their parents. They hadn't been identical. Carolyn had looked much like her. Flowing red hair, slim figure and with green-brown eyes, everyone that saw them commented on the rareness and beauty of her eyes. Tom had taken after Harry, untidy hair, no matter what he did with it, tall and thin, round glasses. The only similarities of the twins were their slim figures and the green-brown eyes.
"Mum," Carolyn yelped. "Tom's got my school project and he isn't giving it back! I spent weeks on it and TOM! Mum, he's going to throw it in the river!"
Tom was grinning naughtily, holding the thick project over the river. He was holding onto a tree in one hand and was leaning over the river, with the other hand holding it.
"TOM! Please give it back. What have I done to you to deserve that?" Carolyn pleaded.
Tom's grin widened. A sudden gust of wind swayed his balance and he fell into the water still clutching the project.
"TOM!" Carolyn hurried over. "Are you OK?" She reached the bank and grabbed the project out of Tom's hand and threw it on grass. One hand, the one holding the project hadn't gone under and the project was dry. Tom came up, spluttering and he saw Carolyn's anxious face and the grin came back. He reached out his hand and Carolyn took it. Using most of his mind, he jerked his hand back and Carolyn landed in the water beside Tom.
"When I get you for this!" she splashed water over Tom, laughing.
Ginny watched them, smiling.
Ginny traced the words on his grave with her finger, as she often did.
"Wish you'd come back," she whispered.
"And I wish I could be back home with Ginny and the child." Ginny's heart leapt, that was Harry's voice. She looked around wildly, trying to see where it had come from. Her gaze fell on her wrist. Unknowingly, the bracelet was on it, shaking slightly and the diamond had become clear.
She could see Harry's figure, standing on the beach, sand getting blown everywhere and the foam from the waves was flying high into the air.
"You never know, maybe this spying on Voldemort business has finished. After the plan went so well, he's gone. Everybody knows that he is dead, they just don't know which Auror did it. You'll probably be coming home soon, and revealing you used a fake dummy thing that Voldemort thought was you and killed it." A man, the cheery man was standing beside Harry.
"If she'll have me." Harry fixed his gaze on the sea. "Ever since she thought I'd died she'd send letters on Hedwig, only I couldn't write back. She stopped writing about a month ago, like she's given up hope."
"She'll have you back," the man said gently. "Wives always do. She probably believed in her heart you were alive and she stopped, believing you had. But no one should ever give up hope. So nor should you Harry."
"You're right," Harry was still staring out to sea. "Suppose you're be going to be going home to your family soon?"
"Yeah," the man fumbled for something in his pocket and finally drew out a photograph. "That's my wife Annabelle, and my kids. The girl is called Helene and the boy is called Julian."
"Harry, I love you still," Ginny whispered, sensing the vision was going to stop soon.
"Did you hear that?" Harry stared wildly around and Ginny's heart stopped. He couldn't hear her could he?
"That voice?"
"What voice?" the man looked at Harry, puzzled.
"I heard Ginny, she said she loved me," Harry still looked around the beach.
The man smiled. "Like I said, she'll have you back Harry. You heard her, she loves you."
"You feed Carolyn, I'll do Tom," Ginny told Harry, spooning out baby food into bowls and handing him a spoon. "Tom's a bit hard to control sometimes."
She put some of the mixture on the spoon. "Look Tom the aeroplanes coming!" she cried and landed it in his little open mouth.
When she'd finished and had turned her back on him, she a `splat!'
She turned round and saw Tom waving a spoon triumphantly in the air laughing and Harry staring at him in amazement, a patch of food on his nose.
Ginny couldn't stop herself, she started laughing.
Ginny walked back home slowly, pulling her cloak closely around her. She felt happier. That was the first time she had seen Harry in two months.
She gazed up the sky. Cold and clear weather always brought out the starry sky. As she looked up, snow started to fall, flying lazily down and landing on the icy path. Christmas Eve and it was snowing, maybe they would have a white Christmas after all.
She opened the door and stepped quickly into her house with quite a bit of snow.
"Lumosded." A bright, warm, cheery fire sprang up in the fireplace.
Shivering slightly, she sank down beside it and fell asleep.
Hermione put her arm around the sobbing Ginny.
"It's Ok," she whispered.
"NO IT'S NOT," Ginny shrieked, tears still pouring down her cheeks. "Harry's gone, Tom's gone and Carolyn's gone! Why can't they have just killed me as well? They killed my whole family!"
Hermione's arm tightened around Ginny's shoulders.
"Ginny, much as you blame yourself, don't. It wasn't your fault."
"It was! If I had been an Auror I probably would have uncovered the plot."
"If you'd been an Auror, they'd have made sure you were out the way," Hermione said, tears glistening in her own eyes. "But somehow Ginny, I don't think Harry's died. He survived you Know Who eight times, somehow Ginny I think Harry's still with us."
"Don't be stupid!" Tears still raced down her cheeks. "He died! The ministry is at my house and looking for clues! They've taken his body away! He's dead!"
"In the physical world maybe," Tears slowly made their way down Hermione's face. "But Ginny Harry hasn't left the people he loved most. Look to your heart Ginny and you'll find he's still there."
Ginny woke with a start. Hedwig had landed on her shoulder, and hooted in her ear.
"Hello Hedwig," she ruffled the owl's white feathers. The owl hooted again and held out her leg. Attached was a note. Ginny untied it, wondering what Ron wanted now. She opened it
To our mother,
We never knew how much we missed and loved you until we left you.
Love Carolyn and Tom.
PS. Can you open the door? It's freezing out here!
Outside she heard the cloak chime midnight, a new day, Christmas day. Maybe it was the Death Eaters new idea to get her, but Voldemort had died, two weeks ago. And that was the twins' writing and... She hurried towards the door, deciding on taking the chances.
Before she reached the door, her bracelet fell out her cloak pocket. The diamond was clear.
"Are you sure Mum's in?" she could hear Tom's voice.
"Maybe she went to grandmothers." Carolyn said anxiously. "Maybe we should go there."
"She's here all right. You wait." That was Harry's voice.
She could see them standing together beside the door. And her bracelet would never lie to her.
She went down the stairs and opened the door and there they all were standing on the doorstep, all smiling.
And in the distance Ginny could hear carollers singing, "It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of the old..." while she hugged her long lost family, tears of joy pouring silently down her face.
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