Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Authors Note- Harry's the father, in case that was confusing to some. For a certain reviewer (Gaurd_Girl) if you want this to be done faster *hands you a pen* and if you want it to be done differantly *hands you notebook with the rest of the story in it* be my guest. And since you're probably not going to, please don't tell me how to do my stories.
Chapter Nine- Don't Let Me Go
It was eight months ago that the note was found on the kitchen table. No one ever tracked her down, they hardly looked. Harry did, once Hogwarts started there were trips to Hogsmeade. There was some feeling telling him that she was there, he just wasn't looking in the right place. Towards April of his sevenths year, Harry gave up.
" Have you seen Harry?" Hermioned asked Ron as she threw down her books in the library, he was already working on an assignment. It's not that Ron didn't care about Ginny, but he knew the intelligance and capablity of his younger sister, if she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't. Hermione had changed too, she no longer seeked revenge on Harry. In fact, she felt horrible for even thinking about it in the first place.
" Common room" he answered.
Hermione sighed, sitting across from Ron, " he hardly comes out of your dorm room anymore".
Ron shrugged, " been upset" he mumbled, for the first time in the existence of Ronald Weasley, he was being serious.
" He's got to move on".
He turned the page of his History of Magic textbook, " the baby is due soon, this month".
Hermione dropped her quill, " oh" she whispered, " oh no, that has to be really hard".
" You know everyone really over reacted, and that could have been what scared her enough to run away. Despite their age, Harry and Ginny would have known what to do, and would have managed just fine".
She nodded, she couldn't agree more. " I've never felt so gulity. I was the selfish one who wanted to ruin any hopes of them falling in love".
" I think you were too late for that. They were in love, and maybe they still are today".
" How would you know that about Ginny?".
Ron added the last word to his essay, " I just do" she arched an eyebrow, " the parchment with her note, it was wet. Ginny was crying when she wrote it. She didn't want to leave him and for all we know she is wanting to come back".
' I really hope so' Hermione thought to herself.
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During dinner when the common room was naturally empty, Harry was alone, stretched along the couch. A parchment sheet resting on a book in his lap and his feathered quill in hand. Nothing had been written in awhile, the ink on the quill's tip had dried over. The portrait moved aside, footsteps, a moment later, Hermione emerged.
She had a warm smile, " hey".
" Hi" he tried the same in return.
She went over and sat down at his feet, " how are you feeling?".
" Been better" he muttered.
" What are you doing?" she pulled the sheet away from him before he could answer. There were a few math equations, then a number that was circled.
" Madame Promfey showed me how to calculate a baby's birth" he said nervously.
Hermione looked again at the circled number, " fifteenth, Harry, that's tomorrow".
To make matters worse, it was a Friday and tomorrow was another trip to Hogsmeade. " Yep, but this time tomorrow I could be a father and never know it".
She placed a hand on his shin, " I'm sorry, maybe you'll see her again. Ginny could be looking for you".
" She knows we're here, there's not much to look".
He looked as though he was about to cry. Hermione slid up along the couch until she was close enough to wrap her arms around him, he sat completly still. " There's a girl out there who loves you. And somewhere out there, she has your baby, she wouldn't let you miss out on that experiance".
Despite the words of encouragment and hope Ron and Hermione both had, Harry couldn't accept them. To Harry, there was no point in having hopes when they'll be lost soon enough. Ginny was gone, for good. He'd never see her again, and never meet his first born. He was wrong.
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The next morning, only minutes before they were leaving to Hogsmeade, Hedwig returned to the boys dormitory with a note tied to her leg.
Harry,
I just heard that you were traveling to Hogsmeade with the school today.
If you could,meet me in the cave in the mountains.
It's not that big of a deal, but it would be nice to see you.
Sirius
When arriving in the town, Harry explained to the other two about the letter and that it would be safer if he went alone. Honestly, he wanted to be alone, especially with the chance to talk to someone. As Harry walked away from the villiage, Sirius's letter fell from his pocket. Ron retrieved it and read. He had seen enough letters from the famous godfather to detect, that it wasn't his handwriting.
This time, it was much easier climbing to cave just above the base of the mountain. Seeing as he wasn't carrying anything and knew exactly where he was going. He was expecting to see his long haired, skinny godfather, perhaps with another physical characteristic that seemed to appear or change between awkward visits. But he definatly was not expecting.....
" Ginny!" Harry exclaimed.
She moved closer into the light from the shadows of the cave entrance. She still had her same beatiful featurew, with a slight differance in her stomach.
" Hi" like she was seeing him every morning, as it use to be.
The rick he was leaning against became necessary support. " W-what are you doing here?".
" I live here, well not here exactly. Been here for awhile".
Harry attempted standing, slightly struggling, but succeding. " I looked all over the villiage, where were you?".
" Behind you, the entire time".
He took a step closer to her. At the same time, their hands interwound. Ginny leaned against him momentailry, being somewhat interrupted. Harry looked down.
She noticed his gaze, " any day now" she smiled, one thing about her he could picture in his mind every time he closed his eyes.
" I-I can't bleieve this, I didn't think I'd ever see you again".
Ginny stepped back, " look, I'm sorry I left, and that I acted like Sirius, but I wanted to get you here by yourself. There would be complications for some if everyone thought I was dead. This was just to say- I'm not" she stared into his emerald eyes for one blissful moment, before walking past him.
Harry grabbed her wrist, " Gin, wait. Where are you going?".
" Home" she answered as though it was just another day.
Scattered rain drops began to fall on the couple. " Don't I get to talk to you?".
" No".
He pulled her back, beginning to panic, thinking she may get away again, this time for good. " Ginny, you can walk away, but I'm going to find you again, I can promise you that".
" You didn't the first time" she snarled.
" But at least you know I looked".
Those words had such an impact, it took a moment to find her voice, " why are you doing this?" the drops became more rapid.
" Because I love you" relief washed over him every time he had the chance to say that. " When I read your note, it was like my life ended it was okay to die" he looked down again, " there's so muchgulit because I wasn't there, for both of you".
Ginny ran her available hand over her rounded figure, her jaw trembling. " There won't be any if you let me walk away".
" Yes there will be, because I'd be giving up the chance to stop you" Harry softly took her other hand, ' you know something I could regret the most?".
" Knocking me up?" she commented.
Harry shook his head, " if there was more room at the Burrow, if there wasnt a storm, or raid, or even Draco Malfoy".
The skies overhead grew darker as a heavy downpur began to soak their skin, hair, and clothing. Ginny couldn't tell the differance between the weather and her tears.
She took a deep breath, " if you love me like you say you do, prove it, let go of my hands".
He couldn't top that, there was no argument that could have been used in defense.Holding on would convince her that he didn't love her, letting go could mean forever. He loved her enough to let go, but even more to hold on. But he did it anyways, releasing his grip watching her in the other direction. Like reading the note, his heart was slowly breaking all over again.
Hers was too.
Between training as a wizard and Quidditch, he had always been determined. No Potions exam or House match could even remotly compare to this. Whether it was the next day or their childs graduation from Hogwarts, he was going to get Ginny back. But he had to start by going back to Hogsmeade, though his best friends couldn't do much, even Ron as the big borhter.
Harry was halfway down the trail, rain had soaked his cloak and fogged his glasses. He didn't see Ginny hidden in the dark air, until-
" Harry, I need your help" he stopped dead in his tracks at the fright in her voice, " my water broke".
Authors Note- The next chapter is the last. Here's a small preview " Congratulations, it's a........"
Authors Note- Harry's the father, in case that was confusing to some. For a certain reviewer (Gaurd_Girl) if you want this to be done faster *hands you a pen* and if you want it to be done differantly *hands you notebook with the rest of the story in it* be my guest. And since you're probably not going to, please don't tell me how to do my stories.
Chapter Nine- Don't Let Me Go
It was eight months ago that the note was found on the kitchen table. No one ever tracked her down, they hardly looked. Harry did, once Hogwarts started there were trips to Hogsmeade. There was some feeling telling him that she was there, he just wasn't looking in the right place. Towards April of his sevenths year, Harry gave up.
" Have you seen Harry?" Hermioned asked Ron as she threw down her books in the library, he was already working on an assignment. It's not that Ron didn't care about Ginny, but he knew the intelligance and capablity of his younger sister, if she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't. Hermione had changed too, she no longer seeked revenge on Harry. In fact, she felt horrible for even thinking about it in the first place.
" Common room" he answered.
Hermione sighed, sitting across from Ron, " he hardly comes out of your dorm room anymore".
Ron shrugged, " been upset" he mumbled, for the first time in the existence of Ronald Weasley, he was being serious.
" He's got to move on".
He turned the page of his History of Magic textbook, " the baby is due soon, this month".
Hermione dropped her quill, " oh" she whispered, " oh no, that has to be really hard".
" You know everyone really over reacted, and that could have been what scared her enough to run away. Despite their age, Harry and Ginny would have known what to do, and would have managed just fine".
She nodded, she couldn't agree more. " I've never felt so gulity. I was the selfish one who wanted to ruin any hopes of them falling in love".
" I think you were too late for that. They were in love, and maybe they still are today".
" How would you know that about Ginny?".
Ron added the last word to his essay, " I just do" she arched an eyebrow, " the parchment with her note, it was wet. Ginny was crying when she wrote it. She didn't want to leave him and for all we know she is wanting to come back".
' I really hope so' Hermione thought to herself.
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During dinner when the common room was naturally empty, Harry was alone, stretched along the couch. A parchment sheet resting on a book in his lap and his feathered quill in hand. Nothing had been written in awhile, the ink on the quill's tip had dried over. The portrait moved aside, footsteps, a moment later, Hermione emerged.
She had a warm smile, " hey".
" Hi" he tried the same in return.
She went over and sat down at his feet, " how are you feeling?".
" Been better" he muttered.
" What are you doing?" she pulled the sheet away from him before he could answer. There were a few math equations, then a number that was circled.
" Madame Promfey showed me how to calculate a baby's birth" he said nervously.
Hermione looked again at the circled number, " fifteenth, Harry, that's tomorrow".
To make matters worse, it was a Friday and tomorrow was another trip to Hogsmeade. " Yep, but this time tomorrow I could be a father and never know it".
She placed a hand on his shin, " I'm sorry, maybe you'll see her again. Ginny could be looking for you".
" She knows we're here, there's not much to look".
He looked as though he was about to cry. Hermione slid up along the couch until she was close enough to wrap her arms around him, he sat completly still. " There's a girl out there who loves you. And somewhere out there, she has your baby, she wouldn't let you miss out on that experiance".
Despite the words of encouragment and hope Ron and Hermione both had, Harry couldn't accept them. To Harry, there was no point in having hopes when they'll be lost soon enough. Ginny was gone, for good. He'd never see her again, and never meet his first born. He was wrong.
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The next morning, only minutes before they were leaving to Hogsmeade, Hedwig returned to the boys dormitory with a note tied to her leg.
Harry,
I just heard that you were traveling to Hogsmeade with the school today.
If you could,meet me in the cave in the mountains.
It's not that big of a deal, but it would be nice to see you.
Sirius
When arriving in the town, Harry explained to the other two about the letter and that it would be safer if he went alone. Honestly, he wanted to be alone, especially with the chance to talk to someone. As Harry walked away from the villiage, Sirius's letter fell from his pocket. Ron retrieved it and read. He had seen enough letters from the famous godfather to detect, that it wasn't his handwriting.
This time, it was much easier climbing to cave just above the base of the mountain. Seeing as he wasn't carrying anything and knew exactly where he was going. He was expecting to see his long haired, skinny godfather, perhaps with another physical characteristic that seemed to appear or change between awkward visits. But he definatly was not expecting.....
" Ginny!" Harry exclaimed.
She moved closer into the light from the shadows of the cave entrance. She still had her same beatiful featurew, with a slight differance in her stomach.
" Hi" like she was seeing him every morning, as it use to be.
The rick he was leaning against became necessary support. " W-what are you doing here?".
" I live here, well not here exactly. Been here for awhile".
Harry attempted standing, slightly struggling, but succeding. " I looked all over the villiage, where were you?".
" Behind you, the entire time".
He took a step closer to her. At the same time, their hands interwound. Ginny leaned against him momentailry, being somewhat interrupted. Harry looked down.
She noticed his gaze, " any day now" she smiled, one thing about her he could picture in his mind every time he closed his eyes.
" I-I can't bleieve this, I didn't think I'd ever see you again".
Ginny stepped back, " look, I'm sorry I left, and that I acted like Sirius, but I wanted to get you here by yourself. There would be complications for some if everyone thought I was dead. This was just to say- I'm not" she stared into his emerald eyes for one blissful moment, before walking past him.
Harry grabbed her wrist, " Gin, wait. Where are you going?".
" Home" she answered as though it was just another day.
Scattered rain drops began to fall on the couple. " Don't I get to talk to you?".
" No".
He pulled her back, beginning to panic, thinking she may get away again, this time for good. " Ginny, you can walk away, but I'm going to find you again, I can promise you that".
" You didn't the first time" she snarled.
" But at least you know I looked".
Those words had such an impact, it took a moment to find her voice, " why are you doing this?" the drops became more rapid.
" Because I love you" relief washed over him every time he had the chance to say that. " When I read your note, it was like my life ended it was okay to die" he looked down again, " there's so muchgulit because I wasn't there, for both of you".
Ginny ran her available hand over her rounded figure, her jaw trembling. " There won't be any if you let me walk away".
" Yes there will be, because I'd be giving up the chance to stop you" Harry softly took her other hand, ' you know something I could regret the most?".
" Knocking me up?" she commented.
Harry shook his head, " if there was more room at the Burrow, if there wasnt a storm, or raid, or even Draco Malfoy".
The skies overhead grew darker as a heavy downpur began to soak their skin, hair, and clothing. Ginny couldn't tell the differance between the weather and her tears.
She took a deep breath, " if you love me like you say you do, prove it, let go of my hands".
He couldn't top that, there was no argument that could have been used in defense.Holding on would convince her that he didn't love her, letting go could mean forever. He loved her enough to let go, but even more to hold on. But he did it anyways, releasing his grip watching her in the other direction. Like reading the note, his heart was slowly breaking all over again.
Hers was too.
Between training as a wizard and Quidditch, he had always been determined. No Potions exam or House match could even remotly compare to this. Whether it was the next day or their childs graduation from Hogwarts, he was going to get Ginny back. But he had to start by going back to Hogsmeade, though his best friends couldn't do much, even Ron as the big borhter.
Harry was halfway down the trail, rain had soaked his cloak and fogged his glasses. He didn't see Ginny hidden in the dark air, until-
" Harry, I need your help" he stopped dead in his tracks at the fright in her voice, " my water broke".
Authors Note- The next chapter is the last. Here's a small preview " Congratulations, it's a........"