Epilogue:
The room was filled with happy laughter and chatting people, who looked content and relaxed. Harry was walking through the crowd, looking for the most important people in his life. It was the christening party of a very cue little girl. Harry smiled too himself: Yes that little one looked really angelic. Ever since they had returned from saving Wardena- an event, he still could feel shivers running up and down his spin, he sometimes had nightmares about loosing his loved one, but Ginny always seemed to know what to say about it. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of long red hair, and when he whirled around, he was facing the back of this amazing woman, he was allowed to call his wife.
He stepped behind her, pulling her back against his chest, hugging her from behind. "Where are the cutest children at this whole party again?" he whispered into her ear, disturbing her from her talk with Hermione. "Over there," she answered pointing into the direction of her mother.
Molly Weasley was indeed reading a story to a bunch of children, looking calmer and happier than she had in a long time. Harry watched while more and more grown up Weasley children sat down in the circle around their mum. He looked questioning at Ginny and Hermione and when they nodded, they too walked over.
Soon it seemed that the whole Weasley Clan was sitting there, listening to Molly's tales. It was a beautiful sight that was shown to all the other visitors. Peaceful and content.
~*~
Too soon the party was over and people started to leave. Harry had been amazed: He knew from the start how strong the Weasley family bonds were but something tonight told him that he had never totally understood how beautiful a family like this could be. He walked into the kitchen where his wife was eagerly, cleaning up.
"Let's do that later?" he suggested, his head pointing into Ron and Hermione's direction: Ron was holding the sleeping form of Wardena, all three looking exhausted but peaceful. "They want to leave and we should say Goodnight, shouldn't we?" Harry teased, getting a playful slap from Ginny in return. She went over first, and Harry could sense how tired she was as well. She needed sleep.
"Goodnight Mione, "he could hear Ginny whisper, before she hugged both Ron and Hermione. Slowly her eyes wandered down to Wardena. "She has grown so much," proud evident in her voice. They stood a while longer in the hall before finally, only Harry and Ginny were left.
"Let's check if everything is ok," she suggested, putting his wishes in words as well. Slowly and in silent they walked up the staircase, hands always tightly holding on each other. He opened the door, bathing the room into soft light. Heavy breathing could be heard from one side of the room, making both parents smile. They walked over, leaning down to see the small form of Joshua, his body slowly rising and falling with every breath he took. However, it almost seemed that their little son had magically enlarged the bed, but why would he do so? The small boy was almost on the edge from falling, but his little arm stretched far into the direction of the bed. It seemed as if he had before falling asleep total horror that he hurt something. Only that Joshua's toys weren't so easy destroyable. The light from the other room was only caressing Joshua's little figure, but Ginny and Harry were more curious than ever. Lumos, it had been more a whisper but both of their wands where lightening the room in a small light. And now they could see on what or better whom Joshua was holding: A tiny fist, belonging to no other than a small angel: Sarah Livia Potter, the ten month old daughter of Harry and Ginny who's christening had been just a few hours ago. True, the girl wasn't sleeping at all: her big green eyes were looking up at them, but she looked totally happy with where she was. Not for one second her tiny body tried to roll away. It was a sight full of love, and care folding in front of them, it was bringing tears to both parents eyes.. Especially, since 18 months ago, nobody had known if Sarah would ever be a part of them like she was now. ~***~ A few weeks after they had returned from the middle ages, Ginny had started to feel very sick during the day. A long time she wondered if that still was because of their not allowed time- travel, unsure how dangerous her injuries really would affect her future life. So she had gone back to Hogwarts, to the only person who knew about the travel, and who had medical training: Madam Pomfrey.
Ginny had been anxious during the whole time, not knowing what the nurse would tell her. "Have you ever considered that you might be pregnant?" the medi- witch had asked, rather soon during their talk and Ginny nodded. "Yeah, but it was never like this when I was pregnant with Joshua. Morning sickness, only started when I was in what? Probably sixth or seventh month. Plus: I wasn't pregnant before we went back in time, so."Ginny trailed of.She hadn't want to tell Poppy that there was only one time since that day, they hadn't been careful: The night before the saved Wardena, when Harry had found this amazing place, where moss was warming their bodies and plants where protecting them from view. The thought that she could have become pregnant that night frightened her. The time- travelling, her near death experience: How would a not even born child, react to such awful events?
"Even if the chance for a pregnancy is close to zero, we should take another test," the nurse insisted, making Ginny's heart beat faster again.
The test turned out positive: Ginny was pregnant and of course the other witch wanted to know when this could have happened. Under tears Ginny finally answered, never feeling more awful than in that second. How could they have been so unworried that night? Madam Pomfrey hadn't said a word, but she didn't need to. Her looks were awful enough and Ginny went home to her waiting husband and son, tons of rules and potions with her. Her heart sank even deeper when she had seen Harry sitting there in the living room, playing with Joshua. The looked so happy, and Ginny wondered what Harry would say when she told him.
Of course, he had been sick of worry and guilt too. The next months had been full of panic, love, and sometimes shattered hopes, but one month before Madam Pomfrey had told the birth would be, Ginny had got cramps while she had been visiting Hermione and Wardena. It was clear that the baby was coming. With mixed feelings she let Hermione call for the nurse, her mum, Harry and Joshua. The birth itself had been unproblematic to Ginny, but it was after it that everybody's nerves were blank. Not only was the little baby girl, a month early but now the nurse needed to make sure that this tiny baby was not harmed.
Ginny and Harry had talked through a lot of possible outcomes, and they had found out that they could take them all, as long as it wasn't their fault that their child would have no chance to survive. Everything else, they were positive that they would be able to handle.
It was a hard time till the finally heard the news that no harm happened because of the events that had taken place, and they finally hold the second unprotected life that were counting on them in their hands.
~***~
"Do you think, we should bring her to her own bed?" Harry asked Ginny, still fascinating watching brother and sister lying so peaceful next to each other. It was even more amazing, how protective Joshua seemed to be on his little sister.
"No," Ginny answered, obviously considering the possibilities. "She looks happy, and I don't think that Joshua would appreciate if we take his sister away from him."
"But, do you think that she won't crawl out of the bed at any point?" Harry asked worriedly. At that Ginny did lock the door, that lead to the staircase, with a small movement of her wand, before moving her wand again so that there was a not too high wooden bars surrounded the bed.
"All safe now," she teased him, before leading him to their own bedroom. "He'll protect her, "she mused, kissing Harry lightly on his cheek. "I love you, " she whispered into the now dark room.
"Goodnight," the two adults whispered slightly closing the door that leaded to their room
The End
A/N: I'm sorry this took me so long. I don't want to find excuses though. Now it's really finished! My first story that ever was longer than 4 chapters is done. I want to thank all those people who stayed with this story through the time. Thanks too all reviewers and to everybody who supported me. It wasn't always easy, and there where times when I never thought that this story would get an Epilogue, but it's done, and I will stop rambling now. Bye Carrie
The room was filled with happy laughter and chatting people, who looked content and relaxed. Harry was walking through the crowd, looking for the most important people in his life. It was the christening party of a very cue little girl. Harry smiled too himself: Yes that little one looked really angelic. Ever since they had returned from saving Wardena- an event, he still could feel shivers running up and down his spin, he sometimes had nightmares about loosing his loved one, but Ginny always seemed to know what to say about it. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of long red hair, and when he whirled around, he was facing the back of this amazing woman, he was allowed to call his wife.
He stepped behind her, pulling her back against his chest, hugging her from behind. "Where are the cutest children at this whole party again?" he whispered into her ear, disturbing her from her talk with Hermione. "Over there," she answered pointing into the direction of her mother.
Molly Weasley was indeed reading a story to a bunch of children, looking calmer and happier than she had in a long time. Harry watched while more and more grown up Weasley children sat down in the circle around their mum. He looked questioning at Ginny and Hermione and when they nodded, they too walked over.
Soon it seemed that the whole Weasley Clan was sitting there, listening to Molly's tales. It was a beautiful sight that was shown to all the other visitors. Peaceful and content.
~*~
Too soon the party was over and people started to leave. Harry had been amazed: He knew from the start how strong the Weasley family bonds were but something tonight told him that he had never totally understood how beautiful a family like this could be. He walked into the kitchen where his wife was eagerly, cleaning up.
"Let's do that later?" he suggested, his head pointing into Ron and Hermione's direction: Ron was holding the sleeping form of Wardena, all three looking exhausted but peaceful. "They want to leave and we should say Goodnight, shouldn't we?" Harry teased, getting a playful slap from Ginny in return. She went over first, and Harry could sense how tired she was as well. She needed sleep.
"Goodnight Mione, "he could hear Ginny whisper, before she hugged both Ron and Hermione. Slowly her eyes wandered down to Wardena. "She has grown so much," proud evident in her voice. They stood a while longer in the hall before finally, only Harry and Ginny were left.
"Let's check if everything is ok," she suggested, putting his wishes in words as well. Slowly and in silent they walked up the staircase, hands always tightly holding on each other. He opened the door, bathing the room into soft light. Heavy breathing could be heard from one side of the room, making both parents smile. They walked over, leaning down to see the small form of Joshua, his body slowly rising and falling with every breath he took. However, it almost seemed that their little son had magically enlarged the bed, but why would he do so? The small boy was almost on the edge from falling, but his little arm stretched far into the direction of the bed. It seemed as if he had before falling asleep total horror that he hurt something. Only that Joshua's toys weren't so easy destroyable. The light from the other room was only caressing Joshua's little figure, but Ginny and Harry were more curious than ever. Lumos, it had been more a whisper but both of their wands where lightening the room in a small light. And now they could see on what or better whom Joshua was holding: A tiny fist, belonging to no other than a small angel: Sarah Livia Potter, the ten month old daughter of Harry and Ginny who's christening had been just a few hours ago. True, the girl wasn't sleeping at all: her big green eyes were looking up at them, but she looked totally happy with where she was. Not for one second her tiny body tried to roll away. It was a sight full of love, and care folding in front of them, it was bringing tears to both parents eyes.. Especially, since 18 months ago, nobody had known if Sarah would ever be a part of them like she was now. ~***~ A few weeks after they had returned from the middle ages, Ginny had started to feel very sick during the day. A long time she wondered if that still was because of their not allowed time- travel, unsure how dangerous her injuries really would affect her future life. So she had gone back to Hogwarts, to the only person who knew about the travel, and who had medical training: Madam Pomfrey.
Ginny had been anxious during the whole time, not knowing what the nurse would tell her. "Have you ever considered that you might be pregnant?" the medi- witch had asked, rather soon during their talk and Ginny nodded. "Yeah, but it was never like this when I was pregnant with Joshua. Morning sickness, only started when I was in what? Probably sixth or seventh month. Plus: I wasn't pregnant before we went back in time, so."Ginny trailed of.She hadn't want to tell Poppy that there was only one time since that day, they hadn't been careful: The night before the saved Wardena, when Harry had found this amazing place, where moss was warming their bodies and plants where protecting them from view. The thought that she could have become pregnant that night frightened her. The time- travelling, her near death experience: How would a not even born child, react to such awful events?
"Even if the chance for a pregnancy is close to zero, we should take another test," the nurse insisted, making Ginny's heart beat faster again.
The test turned out positive: Ginny was pregnant and of course the other witch wanted to know when this could have happened. Under tears Ginny finally answered, never feeling more awful than in that second. How could they have been so unworried that night? Madam Pomfrey hadn't said a word, but she didn't need to. Her looks were awful enough and Ginny went home to her waiting husband and son, tons of rules and potions with her. Her heart sank even deeper when she had seen Harry sitting there in the living room, playing with Joshua. The looked so happy, and Ginny wondered what Harry would say when she told him.
Of course, he had been sick of worry and guilt too. The next months had been full of panic, love, and sometimes shattered hopes, but one month before Madam Pomfrey had told the birth would be, Ginny had got cramps while she had been visiting Hermione and Wardena. It was clear that the baby was coming. With mixed feelings she let Hermione call for the nurse, her mum, Harry and Joshua. The birth itself had been unproblematic to Ginny, but it was after it that everybody's nerves were blank. Not only was the little baby girl, a month early but now the nurse needed to make sure that this tiny baby was not harmed.
Ginny and Harry had talked through a lot of possible outcomes, and they had found out that they could take them all, as long as it wasn't their fault that their child would have no chance to survive. Everything else, they were positive that they would be able to handle.
It was a hard time till the finally heard the news that no harm happened because of the events that had taken place, and they finally hold the second unprotected life that were counting on them in their hands.
~***~
"Do you think, we should bring her to her own bed?" Harry asked Ginny, still fascinating watching brother and sister lying so peaceful next to each other. It was even more amazing, how protective Joshua seemed to be on his little sister.
"No," Ginny answered, obviously considering the possibilities. "She looks happy, and I don't think that Joshua would appreciate if we take his sister away from him."
"But, do you think that she won't crawl out of the bed at any point?" Harry asked worriedly. At that Ginny did lock the door, that lead to the staircase, with a small movement of her wand, before moving her wand again so that there was a not too high wooden bars surrounded the bed.
"All safe now," she teased him, before leading him to their own bedroom. "He'll protect her, "she mused, kissing Harry lightly on his cheek. "I love you, " she whispered into the now dark room.
"Goodnight," the two adults whispered slightly closing the door that leaded to their room
The End
A/N: I'm sorry this took me so long. I don't want to find excuses though. Now it's really finished! My first story that ever was longer than 4 chapters is done. I want to thank all those people who stayed with this story through the time. Thanks too all reviewers and to everybody who supported me. It wasn't always easy, and there where times when I never thought that this story would get an Epilogue, but it's done, and I will stop rambling now. Bye Carrie