It was a bit frightening for Ginny. She stood so close to the man she loved
and still felt not safe. Sure they had talked about the whole trip at least
ten times, but there was still this nagging feeling that you would get, when
something is wrong, but you don't know what it is.
She saw the faces of her beloved brother and Hermione, her best friend. Ginny
knew that they were in pain. When Ginny looked into the pleading eyes of her
family, she felt guilty. Was she really strong enough? She was for once sure
that only Harry's muscular arms around her waist were the reason why she didn't
break down any second. When Harry put finally the long gold chain around her
neck, she closed her eyes, unsure of what would come. "Okay, here we go." was
the last sentence which Ginny could hear. The young woman felt her husband's
lips coming close to her, and she felt the start of a firework in a moment,
where a firework should not be. Ginny felt herself flying, and when she opened
her eyes only a little bit, the young woman could see an ocean of colours and
pictures. She was not sure what happened, but Ginny held stronger to her
husband, afraid to lose him when she let go. Ginny felt how her blood rushed
faster through her veins than it ever had. She felt a great amount of pain
rushing through her body, and when Ginny started to believe that she would have
to die before the whole journey would come to an end, it was over. The young
woman could feel solid marble ground beneath her feet and she started to see
objects again. But the whole trip was rather overwhelming, and she felt, how
her knees refused to carry her weight one more second.
Harry caught her, just seconds before it was to late. He carried her into a
little room so that nobody could see them.
"Are you all right?" Harry asked gently, after he had closed the door.
"I think so." Ginny answered self-confident, although her voice was still weak.
"We have to wait a bit. See-" he told Ginny, seconds before he gave her the
Marauder's Map. Ginny saw two little dots, with her and Harry's name, but
then two dots caught her eyes. They were coming, rather fast into the -now-
deserted Entrance Hall. She read the two names that were written next to the
dots again. Her eyes-, which held pure disbelieve-, met Harry's. He nodded and
Ginny spoke the names out in a whisper. "Godric Gryffindor and Salazar
Slytherin." Before she realized it, she felt a shiver making it's way down
her spine. She remembered all to well, on the day, when she was lying beneath
the gigantic statue of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders. And now she
would see him, suddenly she felt very cold. Harry, who seemed to realize, what
happened with his wife, laid a protective arm around her shoulder. "But Harry,
how? I mean Hogwarts was founded in the 10th century." He kept his eyes, down
on the map, but answered gently. "They're probably the heirs of them." Ginny
nodded a little relieved. They could hear the voices of the two enemies. They
were obviously fighting. But neither Harry nor Ginny could understand a single
word. It was really strange, Harry realized. It was the same country they had
started their journey in, just five hundred years earlier, and he was not able
to understand one single word. Harry and Ginny stayed silent, unable to forget
their tension. Minutes later, the two men were gone. Harry stood up and reached
after Ginny's hand.
Their way down to the little village was rather uneventful. They didn't meet a
single person and nothing happened. Although Harry could make out a few
differences, like that the footpath was not fixed by now, he realized that this
part of the country hasn't changed too much. Sometimes Harry shot his wife
worried glances-he wasn't convinced that she was totally all right, she looked
paler then usual, and she was very silent. She remembered him, somehow on her
first year at Hogwarts. In some way Harry wondered if Salazar Slytherin's
appearance had caused her mess. They went faster. Harry and Ginny didn't know
how much time was left. Hermione had done her best, but the only knew that it
was something between a week and a day. Their good friend had explained very convincingly
to Harry why she was not able to calculate the date exactly, but since she was
not here, he started to doubt her theory.
"Right, but don't worry. We'll have enough time..." He told her, but started to
speed up for a second time. Ginny had a rather hard time following him.
Ginny shivered, suddenly glad, that she didn't have to live in a time in which
nobody could trust anybody.
"Ginny, we have to do this quick. We never know if somebody is coming after
us." Harry explained in a rush. Ginny just nodded before she took her
wand, and spoke in a low whisper.
A few seconds later, Ginny was standing next to Harry, surrounded by trees.
"We are in time." Harry told her, before he took her hand again. There first
stop was the house of the McGilberts. Professor Dumbledore had
told them to look if Wardena was still in the house. After all, the wizard had
found out, that the period, between the capture of the two women and
their execution was only three days. It was the only thing that could tell our
heroes how much time was left. It took them almost an hour, before the
Potters found their destination. Harry drew his wife behind the next bush.
"Okay, now we have just one exercise: Watch the house for something unusual."
The young men repeated the next step of their plan. Suddenly he
could hear a small giggle.
"What's up?" he asked, a bit bewildered.
"Can't help-sorry-this reminds me of our first date." Ginny explained to him.
"Right," Harry answered, while he blushed slightly.
Suddenly they could hear a piercing scream, and the door burst open. It
was exactly like Hermione described it a week ago. Harry had deepened in
watching the whole situation. He watched very intensely Wardena, who sobbed
heart-rending. He couldn't understand how John McGilbert was watching the whole
scenario, without any emotions. Ginny on the other hand, was watching John and
the witch-hunter. Hermione and she had talked for hours, because they didn't
understand how the whole trial was finished in just three days. And then
something caught Ginny's eyes, which made her blood rush faster through her
veins than just hours ago. She could feel pure hate towards these men who were
standing in front of her. John McGilbert handed a large pouch with money to the
other man. It was like the last piece of a large puzzle. Suddenly, everything
was clear: John McGilbert hasn't only betrayed his family; he had paid for
their fast deaths. Ginny didn't think in the next seconds, she was full off
anger and didn't care what happened. She wanted to free the little girl, right
now, without explanations. She stood up and started to rush forward, when…
26th November 2006:
"They should be back by now," a very nervous Ron said, while running up and
down in the little office. "What if something went wrong?"
"Ron, please calm down." Hermione told her husband. "We are all worried, but
this doesn't help, dear." Hermione was sitting in front of Dumbledore's
desk. She was very pale and nervous, but tried to read a book. Dumbledore was
sitting on the other side of the desk, his eyes showing his fear. However,
since Joshua had woken up, the Professor played with the child. Mainly, because
he had the wished to do something useful, and what was more useful than to
entertain the child of Harry and Ginny? The three grown-ups had spent the last
five hours very silently.
"If they don't return in the next ten minutes, I swear I'll have to hurt Percy
seriously." Ron said for the 10th time.
"Ron, you know perfectly well that Ginny's a sensitive person, she'll look out
for Harry."
30th April 1507:
"Ginny, this was really close,"
"Don't do this again, I warn you." Ginny was about to rush forward when Harry
glanced her way. Seconds before she reached the end of the bushes, Harry
dragged her backwards. He still felt the ache that started when he feared to
lose his beloved wife. Ginny was sobbing into Harry's shoulder. She had
realized by now, how close it was this time. "I'm so sorry." The young woman
repeated over and over again. She knew perfectly well that she nearly ruined
the whole plan and worse killed herself.
guided Ginny back in the woods. They still needed to find a sleeping place and
some food.
Virginia Potter was a proud woman, who knew exactly what she
wanted. On normal days this explanation would fit perfectly well. But today was
not
normal. The young woman sat alone at a small lake. Ginny had lost, a bit of
self-confidence today.
"Harry, please come back to me."
Suddenly a hand covered her moth and Ginny, was just about to scream, bite, and
hit the person, when she recognized the owner of the hand. It was Harry. The
young man turned her easily, and looked into the brown pools of his beautiful
wife. His finger covered her mouth for seconds, signalling her to stay quiet.
It was getting darker and darker every minute they went in the woods.
Harry had Gin's hand in his, dragging her behind him to another more
comfortable and-more importantly-safer place. Every now and then he would turn
back, looking if everything was all right. Every time he would do so, Ginny
simply nodded, and they continued on their way. Minutes later, Harry turned
around and looked straight into his love's eyes.
"We're here." He muttered under his breath. Ginny whirled around; she didn't
see any reason why Harry picked this place for staying.
"Harry, I don't think that this will work." She whispered unsure what he would
think of her.
"And how do you like it?" he asked in a whisper. Ginny turned around and
smiled.
"It's beautiful."
"I know something- someone who his much more beautiful."
"And who would that be?" Ginny asked while she closed the space between them.
While Ginny was so close to him, he wasn't able to think correctly.
Everything that counted in his life-besides his son-was standing in front of
him. Harry could feel her heartbeat, her breath on his skin made him
shiver.
"You," he managed to say in a husky voice, before his lips covered her mouth.
Harry replaced her headscarf, and Ginny's hair fell down. He laid her down to
the ground and placed himself beside her. Suddenly he could feel under his hand
that Ginny shivered.
"Are you cold?" he asked concerned before he came closer to her.
"Not a bit." Was her short reply, seconds before Ginny kissed him again.
While his hands were roaming over her back he started to realize that he wanted
to freeze this very moment.
The wind was blowing for the rest of the night while the moon was shining
brightly. It was a little miracle that the birds never stopped singing that
night.
The night went by much to soon for the two people in love, especially because
they didn't know if this would ever happen again…