Hello people!!!! Not much to say as this is my first Chappy!!!!! So I
don't own anything except a Simpsons poster, a couple CDs and a black &
white cat named BOOTSIE!!!!!!!
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Lily was 9 months pregnant with her second child and was sitting on the
couch in her and James' living room. She was writing a letter. A letter
that wouldn't be read until 10 years later.
Dear Ginny,
A normal start but not a necessarily normal letter. She looked down at her swelling stomach and rubbed it gingerly. Tears filled her eyes as she stared down at her abdomen. She didn't want to do it, but it had to be done. She was meant for better things, great things that she and her brother would accomplish together. Suddenly a wave of pain shocked her body. When the pain subsided she called her husband.
"James, grab Harry, it's time" She called, a minute later she watched as her husband entered the room with a large leather bag over his left shoulder and a bassinet carrying a raven haired boy in his right hand. His jet black hair was ruffled much more than usual and his chocolate brown eyes were sad and lest lily's eyes deceived her slightly scared.
"Are you sure these people will be Ok with this? What if they don't want her?" He asked
"They will, don't worry." She said "I saw it,"
"Lily I know this is selfish, but I don't want to give her up. What if you're wrong? What if none our friends are spies? They won't give her back just because you made a mistake in your vision." He said all in a rush but Lily understood every word. She had the same insecurities and had thought them over and over in her head.
"James" she said getting up from where she sat "I feel the same way, but someone is after our children, our children!! Harry will live but Ginny won't! This goes higher than us, it was written in the stars_"
"Damn the stars!! I want my fucking daughter!!!" James yelled, the commotion caused Harry to wake from his sleep and he started to cry. James reached down and rocked him until he quieted. "Lily, I love you and if this is what you think is right I won't stand in your way."
"James this is right" she said looking pleadingly into his eyes.
"Well we better be going then." He said turning around and throwing the Floo Powder into the fireplace. Harry started to whine again. 'Hey Harry, I know you hate Floo Powder but can you be a good boy tonight?" Harry quieted, James put out his hand out to his wife, and hand in hand they walked into the fire.
'The Burrow" James bellowed. Green flames licked at his feet and twisted them into the intricate Floo Powder network.
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A 9 year Charlie sat on the couch in the living room. It was 8 A.M. on Saturday. He was the only one besides his parents who was up. His very pregnant mother was sitting next to him in the moth eaten plush chair. She watched as he played with his dragon figurine.
"I'm gonna be a great dragon trainer when I grow up!' Charlie said excitedly.
"Sure you are Sweetie" said Mrs. Weasley petting her swollen stomach.
Suddenly green flames rushed up in the fireplace and two persons appeared, the man carrying a raven haired child and the woman pregnant and doubled over in pain. Mrs. Weasley rushed over to the woman and led her to the couch where her son currently sat.
"Are you alright? How apart are the contractions? Is this your first child?" Mrs. Weasley said this all so fast giving neither James nor Lily time to answer "Arthur!!" As the pain subsided Lily spoke "You might want to sit down yourself Mrs. Weasley."
"well I don't know what you mea-" she started but was cut off as a contraction hit her body as well and she sunk down on the sofa next to Lily. Arthur came in and surveyed the surroundings. He rushed to his wife.
"Molly, are you alright? Is it time?" he asked with a pained expression. Molly biting on her lip nodded numbly. "I'll call a doctor!"
"No need to" said James standing up from where he was kneeling next to his wife. "I'm a certified mediwizard" he reached into the bag he was carrying and brought out a piece of parchment and handed it to Arthur. Arthur looked at it then at the man before him.
"Who are you?" he asked staring at James.
"Oh how rude of me, Dr. James Potter" Said James who stuck out his which Arthur took. "And this is my wife Lily" Lily smiled and waved, Arthur was still quite shocked to the two people in his house.
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, My husband is a doctor and he's here to deliver our children" Lily said looking at a Molly. "I'm a psychic, a seer if you will, and I saw the death of my child at the hands of Voldemort" at the name Charlie, Molly and Arthur all flinched " We we're hoping you would take her in" Lily looked expectantly up at Molly, she couldn't bare to tell this sweet woman that her own child would be born dead.
"Of course we will" said Molly putting a hand atop Lily's, her face was soft and caring "I understand how hard this must be" Tears leaked from Lily's eyes, she couldn't think of anyone better to watch over her child.
"Well then, let's set up the ladies in two bedrooms, adjoining if possible, and have some babies" James said
After many hours of labor, Lily and James walked from the house with great remorse. They had done a memory charm on each of the house's residents to make them think that they had called a doctor and that Ginny was theirs. They were both saddened at what they left behind a daughter, their daughter. Lily walked into a pink room that would soon hold a redheaded girl named Ginny. She reached down and tore at a loose baseboard and placed a letter in it. She walked back downstairs and looked to her husband.
"James" she said before falling into his chest in tears. She was drained completely, emotionally and physically. She looked up at her loving husband "Let's go home" her body and voice were trembling, so they walked into the green flames once more.
Dear Ginny,
A normal start but not a necessarily normal letter. She looked down at her swelling stomach and rubbed it gingerly. Tears filled her eyes as she stared down at her abdomen. She didn't want to do it, but it had to be done. She was meant for better things, great things that she and her brother would accomplish together. Suddenly a wave of pain shocked her body. When the pain subsided she called her husband.
"James, grab Harry, it's time" She called, a minute later she watched as her husband entered the room with a large leather bag over his left shoulder and a bassinet carrying a raven haired boy in his right hand. His jet black hair was ruffled much more than usual and his chocolate brown eyes were sad and lest lily's eyes deceived her slightly scared.
"Are you sure these people will be Ok with this? What if they don't want her?" He asked
"They will, don't worry." She said "I saw it,"
"Lily I know this is selfish, but I don't want to give her up. What if you're wrong? What if none our friends are spies? They won't give her back just because you made a mistake in your vision." He said all in a rush but Lily understood every word. She had the same insecurities and had thought them over and over in her head.
"James" she said getting up from where she sat "I feel the same way, but someone is after our children, our children!! Harry will live but Ginny won't! This goes higher than us, it was written in the stars_"
"Damn the stars!! I want my fucking daughter!!!" James yelled, the commotion caused Harry to wake from his sleep and he started to cry. James reached down and rocked him until he quieted. "Lily, I love you and if this is what you think is right I won't stand in your way."
"James this is right" she said looking pleadingly into his eyes.
"Well we better be going then." He said turning around and throwing the Floo Powder into the fireplace. Harry started to whine again. 'Hey Harry, I know you hate Floo Powder but can you be a good boy tonight?" Harry quieted, James put out his hand out to his wife, and hand in hand they walked into the fire.
'The Burrow" James bellowed. Green flames licked at his feet and twisted them into the intricate Floo Powder network.
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A 9 year Charlie sat on the couch in the living room. It was 8 A.M. on Saturday. He was the only one besides his parents who was up. His very pregnant mother was sitting next to him in the moth eaten plush chair. She watched as he played with his dragon figurine.
"I'm gonna be a great dragon trainer when I grow up!' Charlie said excitedly.
"Sure you are Sweetie" said Mrs. Weasley petting her swollen stomach.
Suddenly green flames rushed up in the fireplace and two persons appeared, the man carrying a raven haired child and the woman pregnant and doubled over in pain. Mrs. Weasley rushed over to the woman and led her to the couch where her son currently sat.
"Are you alright? How apart are the contractions? Is this your first child?" Mrs. Weasley said this all so fast giving neither James nor Lily time to answer "Arthur!!" As the pain subsided Lily spoke "You might want to sit down yourself Mrs. Weasley."
"well I don't know what you mea-" she started but was cut off as a contraction hit her body as well and she sunk down on the sofa next to Lily. Arthur came in and surveyed the surroundings. He rushed to his wife.
"Molly, are you alright? Is it time?" he asked with a pained expression. Molly biting on her lip nodded numbly. "I'll call a doctor!"
"No need to" said James standing up from where he was kneeling next to his wife. "I'm a certified mediwizard" he reached into the bag he was carrying and brought out a piece of parchment and handed it to Arthur. Arthur looked at it then at the man before him.
"Who are you?" he asked staring at James.
"Oh how rude of me, Dr. James Potter" Said James who stuck out his which Arthur took. "And this is my wife Lily" Lily smiled and waved, Arthur was still quite shocked to the two people in his house.
"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, My husband is a doctor and he's here to deliver our children" Lily said looking at a Molly. "I'm a psychic, a seer if you will, and I saw the death of my child at the hands of Voldemort" at the name Charlie, Molly and Arthur all flinched " We we're hoping you would take her in" Lily looked expectantly up at Molly, she couldn't bare to tell this sweet woman that her own child would be born dead.
"Of course we will" said Molly putting a hand atop Lily's, her face was soft and caring "I understand how hard this must be" Tears leaked from Lily's eyes, she couldn't think of anyone better to watch over her child.
"Well then, let's set up the ladies in two bedrooms, adjoining if possible, and have some babies" James said
After many hours of labor, Lily and James walked from the house with great remorse. They had done a memory charm on each of the house's residents to make them think that they had called a doctor and that Ginny was theirs. They were both saddened at what they left behind a daughter, their daughter. Lily walked into a pink room that would soon hold a redheaded girl named Ginny. She reached down and tore at a loose baseboard and placed a letter in it. She walked back downstairs and looked to her husband.
"James" she said before falling into his chest in tears. She was drained completely, emotionally and physically. She looked up at her loving husband "Let's go home" her body and voice were trembling, so they walked into the green flames once more.