When You Cry, My Heart Weeps Twice as Hard
Summary: Set six years after Harry graduated. Ginny Weasley has a long kept secret. She became pregnant during her sixth year at Hogwarts. When Voldermort wants her daughter, who comes to protect her and her child? Why her ex-b/f Harry Potter. GW/HP
Rating: PG-13 for adult themes
Disclaimer: [groans] another disclaimer?? alright fine...[puts on a phony smile] Hey everyone! I don't own Harry Potter, and therefore I have to write this stupid disclaimer over and over and over and over...[she drones on and on]
Kaya and I went back to my apartment, and I felt so damn unnerved that I wanted to just take some Vodka, but I swore off that stuff as soon as Kaya was born. Not that I had used it before, I just didn't want her to grow up with a drunken mother.
"Vrrrum!" she cried, playing with her toy broomstick, flying around the kitchen, with me sitting at the table. She didn't go high enough off the floor for her feet to be in the air. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Is it bad man Mama?" Kaya asked, worry was all over face.
"No, it's a good man baby." I said, walking to the front door and opening it.
I looked at the tall man on my doorstep and froze.
"Can I come in?" His deep voice hadn't changed that much, and it still gave me the shivers.
Harry Potter was my A.P.A. agent. My day just kept getting better and better.
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"Ginny?" he asked, staring at me.
I don't even know why he has to ask. He's been around the Weasleys for nearly ten damn years, and most likely had the color of the hair imprinted in his god-forsaken brain for life, even if he didn't see one of us for twenty years.
I started to wonder if I should stay silent and pretend I'm not myself, but Kaya comes out and ruins it.
"Are you good man?" She asked, innocently. "Good Aur…" She tried to say Auror but failed."
"Yes I am." Although he was talking to my daughter, he was staring at me, drinking in my face, and me in general. I did the same. He was taller from what I remember, but three years can do that to a person. His green eyes were the same as ever. Gorgeous, framed with dark eyelashes. His hair was long, about to his ears, and messy as ever. I had the urge to run my fingers through his hair, but fought it, and fought it well. He was more muscular from years of Auror work, no question. Question marks were in his eyes, as he looked me over, and then finally looking at Kaya.
I closed my own eyes. Years and years of trying to keep this from Harry, failed. Failed because of my own stupidity.
"She's…" He whispered. "She's not…"
I knew what he was thinking. He thought she was his. "No." I said. "She's not yours Harry."
He looked up at his name, as if he couldn't believe that he was really hearing me say it. "Who?" He asked, almost breathlessly.
"Come in please." I said, avoiding the question. "Not in front of Kaya." I hissed in his ear on the way to the kitchen. "Would you like some tea?" I asked.
"Yes please." Harry said, still staring at me as if he couldn't believe it.
I felt so uncomfortable under his piercing gaze, but Kaya, being a normal three year old, didn't notice the tension that could have been cut with a knife.