Harry and Ginny had gotten married on the 19th of July, in a garden with beautiful wild flowers. Their first baby had been born in the Spring the following year. They had named her Tigris for her flaming orange hair and dark black eyes. Three more followed. All girls. They loved them so much. Ginny could remember sending each of them off on the Hogwarts express and the tears that followed. Her children had grown, marrying off and coming home less and less often.
Ginny would sometimes sit alone in her arm chair in the living room, gazing out the window. She remembered the day that Harry had come home to their apartment, when they were still newly weds, and announced that he was going to build them a house. He built the most beautiful house for her, modeled in the Victorian style that was so popular for muggles. They had nicknamed it Lilium Macula , for both of their families.
He had brought her lilies for their first anniversary- her favourite, though he hadn't know it at the time. She had cried when he had given them to her, and he had panicked thinking that he had done something wrong. Tiger lilies had always held meaning with her- as a child she had loved to look at them because they were so much like her. She remembered Percy bringing one home from a field one day and giving it to their Mother. She had put it in a vase and then sat it on the table. Ginny remembered staring at it for hours. It had freckles, just as she did.
When Ginny was in her first year at Hogwarts, she had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets and Harry had saved her. That Summer, her family had hardly left her alone. She would cry at night and seldom slept. One night Percy had crept into her room to find her crying. He had sat down on her bed beside her, taking off his glasses and polishing them on his shirt. He had cleared his throat before saying just one phrase and leaving. She'd never forget it. "The flower might wilt Ginny, but you can't ruin the beauty of it's memory." She hadn't understood at first, and maybe she still didn't understand.
Harry had continued to bring her tiger lilies every year on their anniversary for 47 years. Then The Boy Who Lived had died. Ginny couldn't ever remember crying so much. Her girls came home, but nothing could comfort her. The funeral took place in the harsh winds of December, with all of her family there. As the coffin was being lowered into the ground, a grey-haired Percy took her hand and pressed something into it. A tiger lily. He whispered "The flower might wilt Ginny, but you can't ruin the beauty of it's memory." As she placed it on top of the coffin, she finally understood.
Ginny would sometimes sit alone in her arm chair in the living room, gazing out the window. She remembered the day that Harry had come home to their apartment, when they were still newly weds, and announced that he was going to build them a house. He built the most beautiful house for her, modeled in the Victorian style that was so popular for muggles. They had nicknamed it Lilium Macula , for both of their families.
He had brought her lilies for their first anniversary- her favourite, though he hadn't know it at the time. She had cried when he had given them to her, and he had panicked thinking that he had done something wrong. Tiger lilies had always held meaning with her- as a child she had loved to look at them because they were so much like her. She remembered Percy bringing one home from a field one day and giving it to their Mother. She had put it in a vase and then sat it on the table. Ginny remembered staring at it for hours. It had freckles, just as she did.
When Ginny was in her first year at Hogwarts, she had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets and Harry had saved her. That Summer, her family had hardly left her alone. She would cry at night and seldom slept. One night Percy had crept into her room to find her crying. He had sat down on her bed beside her, taking off his glasses and polishing them on his shirt. He had cleared his throat before saying just one phrase and leaving. She'd never forget it. "The flower might wilt Ginny, but you can't ruin the beauty of it's memory." She hadn't understood at first, and maybe she still didn't understand.
Harry had continued to bring her tiger lilies every year on their anniversary for 47 years. Then The Boy Who Lived had died. Ginny couldn't ever remember crying so much. Her girls came home, but nothing could comfort her. The funeral took place in the harsh winds of December, with all of her family there. As the coffin was being lowered into the ground, a grey-haired Percy took her hand and pressed something into it. A tiger lily. He whispered "The flower might wilt Ginny, but you can't ruin the beauty of it's memory." As she placed it on top of the coffin, she finally understood.