Chapter 3
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Harry listened as Ginny informed her children they were magical. Kati seemed to accept it easily, but Ron was skeptical.
"But if I'm a wizard, how come I've never done magic?" He asked.
"You have, Dragon. Think about all the times you've gotten angry, and glass has blown up. What about the time you wished Mickey Byron would get a cold, and he did?"
"I'm a wizard? Yeah, sure."
"You are. And your sister and I are witches."
"Prove it." Ron said.
"Fine." Ginny pulled out a necklace with a lightening bolt on it. Harry caught his breath. That was the necklace he had given her on their two-week anniversary. She closed her eyes. The lightening bolt glowed red, and then a wand appeared in her left hand.
"Wow." Kati said.
"It's not over yet." Ginny said, and impish grin on her freckled face. "Hand me that pen, Kati." Kati gave it to her. Ginny waved her wand over it, and it turned into a fluffy kitten.
"Kitty!" Kati squealed.
"Yes, kitty. What're you going to name her, Honeybee?" Ginny asked. Kati surveyed the yellow-eye kitten.
"Ivory."
"Ivory?" Ginny repeated, surprised. "Uh, Honeybee, kitty's black."
"I know, Mummy." Kati said patiently.
"Then why did you name her Ivory?"
"Because I like it much better than Ebony." Kati explained, as if to say, 'Duh.'
"Of course." Ginny said wryly. "Why didn't I think of that? Where'd you learn words like ebony and ivory anyway?"
"Well, Uncle Brian was talking about ivory silk, right? So, I was learning about ospossites in class today,"
"You mean opposites?" Ginny interrupted.
"That's what I said. Anyway, we were learning about ospossites, so I asked Uncle Brian what the ospossite of ivory was, and he said ebony. Then I asked what ebony and ivory meant, and he said ebony meant black and ivory meant white." Kati explained.
"Oh." Ginny said. "Ok. Now, I think it's time for dinner, how about you?"
"Yeah!" Ron and Kati exclaimed.
"Then go wash up." She said, waving them out of the room. Then she turned to Harry, and pointed her wand at him. "I don't know who you are, or why you're here, but I want you out. Now." She said calmly and quietly, her voice full of cold venom. "You won't hurt my children, if I have to kill you to ensure it. Now, get out." Harry flinched at the tone of her voice. I've never heard her speak this way before. What am I going to do? He wondered. Ginny had obviously lost patience. "Sapius, Transforus." She snapped, and he felt his body tingle, as he became human again. He stood before her, wandless and vulnerable.
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Gwyn dropped her wand.
"H-Harry?" She gasped. The man before her nodded. She took him all in hungrily. The broad shoulders, the muscles clearly defined beneath his grey t-shirt, the grey track pants. She snorted with laughter; He never did have a sense of style. She thought, amused. Those wonderful green eyes her daughter had inherited, and his messy black hair. Hey eyes swooped to his forehead. Yes! There it is! She thought delightedly. His scar! "Is it really you?" She asked, moving forward.
"Yes, Gin, it's really me." The man replied.
"But it can't be. Harry's dead. This is cruel, you're cruel, making me hope again." She whimpered.
"You know there's a way you can tell Ginny. Do you remember?" He asked her.
"Yes." She whispered. She touched her necklace, and at once it glowed red and gold. She looked over at the man, he was glowing too! "It is you!" She exclaimed, and ran over. She stopped.
"What's wrong he asked anxiously.
"You must hate me." She said softly.
"What? Why?" Harry asked.
"Because I left."
"But Ginny, you didn't know I was alive. When I woke up you were gone. Ron still can't believe you're missing, he won't believe it. Molly's not been the same, neither has Arthur. Bill and Charlie… well let's just say they're working way too hard, and their respective children, your nieces and nephews don't get anywhere near enough attention. Ron's daughters and son don't get any from him, it's all from Hermione, their mother. Fred and George, their heart isn't in their work, and Percy hasn't been to see Molly since you left, he's always working. Everyone misses you Ginny."
"And you?" Gwyn, Or rather, I'm Ginny again now. She thought happily, asked.
"And I've hardly slept since you left." He said roughly. "I've missed you so much, but you've been very hard to track down. I meant what I said, three years ago, I love you, and," Whatever he'd been about to say next was cut off, as a small figure hurled itself at him.
"You leave her alone!" The figure yelled, pummeling the backs of Harry's legs with its fists.
"Ron?" Ginny asked in amazement. She looked over to where Kati was standing by the door, eyes wide. She was rubbing her forehead, exactly where Harry's scar was.
"Daddy?" She asked.
"How'd you know?" Ginny asked her.
"'Coz I see him sometimes. He always looks really sad." She said simply.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Nothing!" Ron said sharply, shooting Kati a look. "Are you really our Dad?" Harry nodded. Ron grinned, and turned to Kati. "You were right, Kats. I guess I shouldn't laugh at your dreams."
"Thanks." Kati replied. "So, Mummy, when're we leaving?"
"We'll talk at dinner." Ginny said.
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Harry watched the others eat, and looked at his own uncertainly. Slowly, he lifted his fork to his mouth, and, just as slowly, he ate the food.
"Hey, this is really good!" He commented in amazement.
"Of course it is." Ron said. "Mum made it." Ginny smiled.
"My cooking's improved greatly since I last cooked for you, Harry." She said.
"Sure has." Harry agreed.
"If you think this is nice, wait until you taste Mummy's chocolate cake. Auntie Susannah says it's divine." Kati said. "She also says, um… Oh yeah! 'A minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.'" Ginny giggled. "But Mummy, you still haven't told us when we're leaving."
"What do you mean Honeybee?" Ginny asked.
"Well you and Daddy have found each other, now we go back to England."
"Oh, Honeybee I don't… Wait! How'd you know I used to live in England?"
"Because you and Daddy have English accents, same as Auntie Susannah."
"Who's Auntie Susannah?" Harry asked.
"Susannah Bones. She works at the computer next to mine. I don't exactly know what she does."
"I do." Harry said. "She's an investigator for the Ministry. I employed her to find you. I never knew her full name was Susannah though. She always calls herself Susan in her letters."
"Susan Bones." Ginny breathed. "The Hufflepuff in your year. The one who had a crush on Malfoy. Mind you, most girls had a crush on him at sometime."
"Did you?" Harry asked suddenly. Ginny rose an eyebrow.
"Jealous, Harry?" He looked horrified.
"You didn't?" He exclaimed.
"Well…" She relented, "No, I never was one for blonds." Her eyes twinkled merrily, and Harry sighed in relief.
"Thank god." Then he was serious again, "Ginny, about England…"
"No!" She said vehemently. "No! No! No! I've got a new life here, and I'm happy."
"Well, I suppose I could ask for a transfer." Harry said thoughtfully.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked. By now, Ron had long since left the room.
"So I could be near you." He explained.
"Why?"
"Ginny, I love you, and I thought you loved me," Hurt shone in his eyes. "I just assumed we'd be together." Ginny felt her heart do somersaults.
"Really?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied softly. "I guess I was wrong. I'll leave now." He began to get up, only to find a small body snuggled against him, seemingly asleep. He looked down, and saw Kati. He glanced back up, and saw that Ginny had moved, and was now sitting in Kati's vacated chair.
"Harry, I do love you, and I do want to be with you. I just didn't realise that you wanted to be with me. I guess, if we're going to be together, we should go to where your work is, England. Besides, it's time I got over my fear of Voldemort's followers trying to hurt me and my children, and, with you by my side, I'll never need to be afraid again." She looked at Harry lovingly.
"Great." A small voice piped, "So, when do we leave?" Kati Weasley-Potter looked at them both with innocent green eyes.