Three weeks passed since the second bout of heartbreak for the two.
Harry fell hard-core into alcohol once again, while Ginny moped around the
house talking to no one, and hardly eating her meals. It was a trying time
for both of them, and though Ginny wanted so much just to have Harry back
again, she wanted him to change his ways first. She caught wind of his
alcohol stint from Ron who had been to visit a few times. According to Ron,
Harry looked, and I quote, "awful." One morning in late August, Ginny woke
up feeling very funny indeed. As soon as she smelt breakfast that morning
(coming from Mrs. Weasley you know breakfast would be a good smelling
thing,) she felt like retching, and promptly made her way to the bathroom
to do just that. Shaking weakly, Ginny decided to skip breakfast that
morning and sleep instead. When the same thing happened for the rest of the
week, Ginny knew something was up. She decided to do some research.
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A week later, Ginny decided she needed to visit Hermione. Doing something she rarely did, Ginny picked of the fellytone, or was it the telephone?, and dialed Ron and Hermione's flat in London.
"Hermione?" Ginny squeaked uncertainly.
"Ginny? Well this is sure a surprise! How are you doing?" Hermione seemed to remember this was Ginny, so she put on a voice of pity during her last question.
"Hermione, I, I need to come speak to you about something," tears sounded in her voice.
"Whatever's wrong Gin?" Hermione sounded genuinely worried this time. "I need to talk about it in person. Can I come over now?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Yes, yes of course. I'm just putting Lily down for a nap, so come over straight away," Hermione said in a rush.
"Ok, I'll be over there in about 5 minutes. Bye," Ginny's tears had subsided.
"Alright, bye Gin," Hermione said and then hung up the phone.
Five minutes later, a tear streaked Ginny apparated to the door of Ron and Hermione's flat. Knocking, she turned her back on the door trying to wipe away the tears that still remained. As the door opened, Ginny turned around to reveal a blotchy face and puffy eyes.
"Ginny!" Hermione gasped before pulling her into a tight embrace. Ginny just stood there crying on Hermione's shoulder for a bit.
"Ginny, does this have to do with Harry?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Yes. and no. oh Hermione it's all my fault!" Ginny yelped before breaking into a fresh round of tears. The young woman just stood there sobbing for a moment before her friend broke the silence.
"What? What's your fault?" Hermione was thoroughly confused now. She searched her friends face.
"Hermione. I'm. I'm pregnant," silence.
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The two girls sat there weeping and talking late into the night, not even bothering to cook Ron his dinner. Hermione asked how it happened, Ginny explained. A million questions came into Ginny's mind. What would she do for money? Would Harry be there? What would her parents think? When the tears had finally dried, Ginny spoke once again.
"Hermione." Ginny said. She looked into her friends eyes expectantly.
"Yes?" replied Hermione.
"I, I don't think I'm going to tell Harry, yet," Ginny looked down ashamedly as she said this.
"What?! Why? You have to! It's his child too! He'll want to come back and be there for you, and him or her, Ginny you have to!" Hermione tried to give her every logical reason to. It hurt the girl to see her friend in such shame and pain, she realized she had made a mistake lashing out, and gave Ginny a hug instead.
"Hermione, listen. I want Harry to come back on his own accord, because he has straightened his life out, because he loves me, not because he feels obligated. I don't intend to keep this a secret from him forever. just for now." Ginny drifted off. Hermione nodded her head.
"Ok, I won't tell him either, but you know you are going have to tell your family, and soon." Hermione looked at Ginny as if in doubt.
"I know, I know. I think I'll tell mum first thing tomorrow. I only hope she isn't too angry," Ginny felt tears spring into her eyes as she said this. Pulling a handkerchief out, she wiped her eyes quickly.
"Oh Ginny, your mum won't be mad! She loves children. Besides, you're a big girl now, and she knows that," Hermione patted her back lovingly as she said this. The two sat there in elongated silence for a little while. Finally, the younger of the two broke the silence.
"Thanks 'Mione, but I really should be getting home, it's late, and I'm sure Ron will be wanting to steal you back," Ginny smiled through her tears.
"I'm glad you thought to come to me Gin, it means a lot," She gave her a friend a hug and then walked her to the door.
"Owl me first thing tomorrow Gin," Hermione said, though more as a question then a demand.
"I will," and then she apparated.
Ginny Weasley walked tiredly up the stairs and into her room. Thoughts plagued her well into the night about how she would tell her parents. She had no idea how they would react, and was, quite frankly, not looking forward to finding out. Her thoughts shifted then to Harry. Harry, her baby's father, the one man she always had, and still did, love. She knew she couldn't tell him; it would just seem like some desperate attempt to bring him back. So maybe he wasn't around for her, but she was now carrying a part of him, and that cheered her up slightly. Finally, around 3 in the morning, Ginny fell into an uneasy sleep. The next morning, Ginny made her way downstairs, not bothering to get dressed. As she walked into the kitchen, she began to play with a certain familiar ring on her (as she often did when nervous). Clearing her throat, she had no idea where to begin.
"Ahem." Ginny cleared her throat a little over enthusiastically.
"Good morning Ginny, did you sleep well?" Her mum asked from the sink.
"Um, well, no, too much on my mind you know?" she asked nervously.
"Hmmm. So how was your visit to your brothers house?" asked Mrs. Weasley. She obviously didn't suspect anything unusual, for she continued her work at the sink.
"Well actually mum, that's what I, we, need to talk about," Ginny began.
"What is it? Did Ronald do something foolish again? Is Hermione pregnant?" Mrs. Weasley asked all of this in one breath. She stayed at the sink however.
"Hermione isn't," Ginny said dryly.
"Oh, that is too bad, another grand child would do me so good," Mrs. Weasley said dreamily. She looked out of the window as if expecting the stork to come storming up to the back porch.
"Well, mum, you're in luck. I am," Ginny gulped.
"You're what, Ginny dear?" Her mother didn't understand. She continued on cutting up sausages. Ginny gulped again.
"Pregnant," a knife clattered somewhere by the sink. Her mum rushed to her side.
"Oh Ginny, who's child is it?" Her mother was obviously daft.
"Mum! You know as well as I do that Harry, well, that Harry is the only, the only one I've slept with!" Ginny seemed uneasy as she said this.
"Well he'll come back of course, we'll just owl him right away," her mother went to get some parchment and a quill.
"No mum. No. I'm not going to ask Harry to come back. He has to when he's ready, not just because he has a responsibility now," Ginny looked on the verge of tears as she said this. Nodding her head in a frustrated way, the old woman put the parchment down and ran to her daughter's side, scooping her into a hug.
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Months passed by in the blink of an eye for the whole Weasley clan. No one in the family had a problem with Ginny's pregnancy, or if they did, they certainly hid it well. The women kept themselves busy by preparing a nursery in the old house for the baby. Soon it was May, and the baby would be due anytime. Ginny bustled around the house, snapping at anyone who dared to cross paths with her. It was enough to keep the men of the family quiet, and for once, Fred and George stopped playing any pranks at the Burrow. By mid May Ginny was frustrated beyond belief, she kept claiming that those "damn doctors" didn't know what the hell they were talking about when they gave her a due date. Finally, one morning on May 26th, Ginny got her wish. As she stepped out of bed that morning, a puddle of water formed around her feet, and a few sharp pains shot through her stomach. Yelping for her mother, a mad rush of feet sounded on the stairs, and pretty soon the whole Weasley clan was crammed into her room. Finally after she screamed at them all to shut up, the bumpy journey to St. Mungo's began. Once they arrived, Ginny and her mother were whisked away to a private birthing room, and thirty minutes later, Harry James Potter the second arrived in this world.
Ginny lay in the hospital bed, worn out and unbelievably tired. She didn't even bother to sit up as her dad came into the room. He walked over to her, a proud expression on his face. Scooting a chair closer to her bed, he picked up one of her limp hands and stroked it softly.
"Gin, I'm really proud of you, going through all this, without, by yourself that is," he had almost said without Harry, but thought better of it. He continued to caress his daughters' hand lovingly.
"Thanks dad, but I wasn't alone. I had a whole clan there for me," she winked at her father as she said this. A sigh escaped her as she thought of the man that should be at her side right now. She let her mind wander to his sparkling green eyes, and the way his hair always looked as though he'd just come off a broom. Sighing once again she turned back to her father and smiled weakly. He gave her hand a last pat, then stood up to go. He walked to the door, then looked back to give her a smile. A look of horror came over his face, her body had gone rigid, and there was blood trickling freely from her nose. Arthur Weasley paled as his daughter started convulsing.
"Someone, a healer, GET IN HERE QUICK!" he yelled while getting quite panicky. A rush of footsteps sounded in the hallway, and before he knew it, Mr. Weasley was being pushed out of the room, while the healers tried to discover what was the matter.
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Ron, while the rest of the family was celebrating (they had not learned about Ginny's situation yet,) decided to pay someone a little visit. Making sure he told Hermione (he didn't feel like sleeping on the couch that night) he apparated to Harry's flat. His eyes scanned his surroundings quickly. It was dark and musky. Harry lay on the couch, a whiskey bottle hanging limply from his hand. Ron felt a strong surge of anger come through him as he thought of his sister lying there, having just had this drunk's child. Using his wand to clean up a bit, Ron wanted desperately to give Harry a good kick in the arse, but instead he controlled his anger and continued cleaning. Before he left, he wrote a note to Harry, and posted it on his fridge knowing that Harry would head there that next morning, for a beer or some other kind of drink. The note read as follows:
'Harry,
I don't know what the hell you're trying to prove by screwing your life up, but I do know something. There's this one girl I know, hey guess what? You know her too. She loves you more then she loves herself even. It's killing her, and the rest of us, to see you stay away for so long. It's killing her Harry, and if you don't change soon, you're going to lose the best thing that has ever happened for you. I'm sorry to be blunt, but that's what best mates are for. Think about what I said Harry, I'd hate to see you two fall apart because of miscommunication and lack of effort. Relationships are never perfect, but hell, she loves you, and you love her. Don't try denying it Harry, you love her, and you know it's killing her. Pull yourself together.
~Ron'
The next morning, Harry woke up very drunk, but by now he was used to side effects of the liquor, so his hangover was nothing compared to a certain August morning last year. Not even noticing the clean changes that had come over his rather filthy apartment, Harry headed straight to the fridge for his breakfast of alcohol, alcohol, and you guessed it, alcohol. He hadn't been eating lately, which caused him to look even thinner then usual. His eyes looked huge on his face, and there were constantly bags under them, giving him the appearance of an old man who never got enough sleep, or food. Harry stopped as he opened the fridge door, turning to see if his eyes hadn't deceived him, he looked on the fridge door and sure enough there was a piece of parchment, with rather messy handwriting on it, on the door. Scooping it up, Harry read it quickly. He shut the fridge door hastily, and re-read the note. Putting his head in his hands, Harry thought about how much he must have been letting Ginny down right now. She had never written him, so he had given up hope a long while ago. From the note, Harry could tell Ginny was still waiting for Harry. From the note, Harry could also tell that Ron had informed Ginny of his not so good behaviour. Getting up from where he was sitting, Harry made a decision, he couldn't lose Ginny again, he had to change.
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Three years later Mrs. Weasley stood in the kitchen at the Burrow, she was looking tenderly at a small boy of the age of 3. He was outside playing with two of his infamous uncles. With hair the colour of ebony, and eyes a sparkling emerald green, Molly Weasley guessed he was a spitting image of his father at that age. Sighing in thought, Molly realized it had been almost 4 years since the boy's father had visited. Wiping a few tears away, she continued chopping the vegetables that sat soaking in the sink. Every so often she would look at her little grandchild and smile to herself.
The sun had faded behind the horizon, turning the clouds that lingered in the sky to a purplish-orange hue. It was quite a beautiful effect Harry thought as he drove towards the tipsy house he had once considered good as home. He knew he could of apparated, it would have saved time, but Harry still needed time to think about what he would say to the love he hadn't seen in nearly 4 years. The Burrow came into view as Harry drove over a slight hill. The sight of it sent butterflies aflutter in Harry's insides. Pulling carefully onto the untidy lawn, there was no real driveway; Harry parked near the back gate. Sitting in his car for a moment, he finally got up and made way towards the door. Knocking shortly, Harry waited until he heard the soft pounding of feet to move his hand from the door. Stepping back a bit, Harry smoothed his shirt absentmindedly as the doorknob shuffled a bit. Finally the door sprang open, surprising the person standing inside very much.
Molly Weasley did not cover the look of shock that came over her upon seeing Harry Potter (Sr.) at her doorway. She recovered from her shock quickly, however, and invited him in. Not knowing whether to smile, cry or hug him, Molly Weasley did all three at once. Hugging her back, Harry certainly felt he was being more warmly welcomed then he deserved. He let Mrs. Weasley lead him politely into the kitchen, but the person he really wanted to see was Ginny. He did note, however, how Mrs. Weasley seemed to stay off the subject of Ginny, when she had to have known the reason he returned. Finally, his patience was wearing off. Trying to be polite, Harry cut Mrs. Weasley off in the middle of her story about Hermione's newest baby.
"Mrs. Weasley, Molly, you know why I'm here. Where's Ginny?" He gave her a look that begged her not to be offended by his interruption. He thought she was though when her eyes welled up into tears, and she started bawling.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Weasley, I was rude to cut you off like that," Harry got up to pat her back, but she shook her head.
"No Harry, no no, it's not you, it's just. we should have written," Mrs. Weasley's lower lip twitched furiously as she struggled to hold back the barrage of tears that threatened to come again.
"Mrs. Weasley, what exactly, what is it that you are saying?" Harry struggled to get the words out, he knew this could not be good news. Mrs. Weasley looked away from Harry's stare, and shrugged off his grasp. She went over to the sink, and said simply,
"I'll, I'll have Ron take you to Ginny," Harry took this as a sign that Ginny had moved on, and didn't love him anymore. But still, at least he had a chance to win her back.
Harry was confused as Ron led him out towards the back lot the Weasley's owned. The redheaded boy said nothing, he simply walked, face down, hands in pockets, brow furrowed, toward the meadow lot. Ron stopped at the edge of the meadow, and simply pointed towards a small garden. Confused, Harry ran towards it as the redhead made his way slowly towards the Burrow. Harry looked around frantically for Ginny, thinking she might be hidden somewhere in the tall grass. She was. Harry stopped abruptly as he came to a small tombstone. His eyes widened in fear as he came closer.
"Please let it be someone else," he prayed frantically. He prayed in vain though. The tombstone simply said:
"Here lies Ginny, beloved mother, daughter, friend and lover." Then, down at the bottom, a little quote stood etched in small letters:
"No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets."
Harry fell down on his knees, he hadn't gotten over the shock of his Ginny, his small, beautiful and vivacious Ginny dead. The air went out of his lungs, and for a moment he couldn't breathe. Raising his voice, Harry shouted to no one in particular.
"If this is your idea of a joke," but he knew it wasn't. He just knelt there on the small grave, wondering if he had been a week sooner, would she still be here? He re-scanned the tombstone, something struck him as weird, but he hardly cared as he wiped away the tears that now refused to end.
"Mother." he whispered into the air. 'So she had found someone,' Harry thought bitterly. Wiping away his tears, Harry made a promise to his dead love that he would come back. Getting up, slowly, weakly and suddenly feeling very afraid, Harry lugged his now heavy feet, and heart, back to the Burrow. Thoughts flew through Harry's mind, why hadn't they told him, when had it happened, what had happened.
Harry still felt numb as he entered into the kitchen. He ignored the stares of sympathy that all threw at him; instead he walked straight through the kitchen, hall, and sitting room, and out the front door. He heard the door re-open and slam after he had exited. He wasn't in the mood to talk. Harry made it a whole half way to his car before he broke down in tears. Falling to his knees once again, he let the arms that comforted him stay wrapped around his shaking shoulders. After a few minutes had passed, Harry looked up to see Hermione stroking his hair in a motherly way. Her face looked torn, like she wanted to speak, but refused to.
"Go ahead Mione, you can talk if you want." Harry wiped a few more tears away, as they had not yet ceased to flow.
"Harry, I'm so sorry that no one told you, I thought for certain that Ron would." she faded off for a moment, "I know how you must be feeling-"
"No, you don't," Harry snapped. No one had loved Ginny like he had.
"She was my friend too," Hermione yelped, tears threatened to fall from her eyes also.
"Sorry, I know, it's just, I loved her so much, and I never got to say goodbye," Harry looked down ashamedly as he said this. Hermione began to stroke his hair again.
"Harry, she knew that you loved her, don't feel bad, she wouldn't have wanted you to blame yourself. She loved you, a lot," Hermione brushed away a few hurried tears. Nodding his head, Harry stood up slowly, helping Hermione to her feet also.
"Come back inside, please? Mrs. Weasley near flooded the place with tears when you left," Hermione looked to Harry expectantly. There was so much pain in his eyes. His brow was furrowed in half anger half grief, and his eyes were still red from the sudden outburst.
"Alright," he glumly agreed.
"Besides, you're in no condition to drive tonite," Hermione led Harry inside gently. She didn't know what was going on in his head, but from the look on his face, she could tell this had hurt him the worst out of all of them.
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A.N: ok so I hated killing Ginny off, but a sad love story is always a good one. I love sad stories, a good cry is good every now and then. so the next part will be the last part.. I'll post it sometime soon.. Please don't get too mad at me for killing Gin off. Thanks. ~JillyWillyBean
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A week later, Ginny decided she needed to visit Hermione. Doing something she rarely did, Ginny picked of the fellytone, or was it the telephone?, and dialed Ron and Hermione's flat in London.
"Hermione?" Ginny squeaked uncertainly.
"Ginny? Well this is sure a surprise! How are you doing?" Hermione seemed to remember this was Ginny, so she put on a voice of pity during her last question.
"Hermione, I, I need to come speak to you about something," tears sounded in her voice.
"Whatever's wrong Gin?" Hermione sounded genuinely worried this time. "I need to talk about it in person. Can I come over now?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"Yes, yes of course. I'm just putting Lily down for a nap, so come over straight away," Hermione said in a rush.
"Ok, I'll be over there in about 5 minutes. Bye," Ginny's tears had subsided.
"Alright, bye Gin," Hermione said and then hung up the phone.
Five minutes later, a tear streaked Ginny apparated to the door of Ron and Hermione's flat. Knocking, she turned her back on the door trying to wipe away the tears that still remained. As the door opened, Ginny turned around to reveal a blotchy face and puffy eyes.
"Ginny!" Hermione gasped before pulling her into a tight embrace. Ginny just stood there crying on Hermione's shoulder for a bit.
"Ginny, does this have to do with Harry?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Yes. and no. oh Hermione it's all my fault!" Ginny yelped before breaking into a fresh round of tears. The young woman just stood there sobbing for a moment before her friend broke the silence.
"What? What's your fault?" Hermione was thoroughly confused now. She searched her friends face.
"Hermione. I'm. I'm pregnant," silence.
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The two girls sat there weeping and talking late into the night, not even bothering to cook Ron his dinner. Hermione asked how it happened, Ginny explained. A million questions came into Ginny's mind. What would she do for money? Would Harry be there? What would her parents think? When the tears had finally dried, Ginny spoke once again.
"Hermione." Ginny said. She looked into her friends eyes expectantly.
"Yes?" replied Hermione.
"I, I don't think I'm going to tell Harry, yet," Ginny looked down ashamedly as she said this.
"What?! Why? You have to! It's his child too! He'll want to come back and be there for you, and him or her, Ginny you have to!" Hermione tried to give her every logical reason to. It hurt the girl to see her friend in such shame and pain, she realized she had made a mistake lashing out, and gave Ginny a hug instead.
"Hermione, listen. I want Harry to come back on his own accord, because he has straightened his life out, because he loves me, not because he feels obligated. I don't intend to keep this a secret from him forever. just for now." Ginny drifted off. Hermione nodded her head.
"Ok, I won't tell him either, but you know you are going have to tell your family, and soon." Hermione looked at Ginny as if in doubt.
"I know, I know. I think I'll tell mum first thing tomorrow. I only hope she isn't too angry," Ginny felt tears spring into her eyes as she said this. Pulling a handkerchief out, she wiped her eyes quickly.
"Oh Ginny, your mum won't be mad! She loves children. Besides, you're a big girl now, and she knows that," Hermione patted her back lovingly as she said this. The two sat there in elongated silence for a little while. Finally, the younger of the two broke the silence.
"Thanks 'Mione, but I really should be getting home, it's late, and I'm sure Ron will be wanting to steal you back," Ginny smiled through her tears.
"I'm glad you thought to come to me Gin, it means a lot," She gave her a friend a hug and then walked her to the door.
"Owl me first thing tomorrow Gin," Hermione said, though more as a question then a demand.
"I will," and then she apparated.
Ginny Weasley walked tiredly up the stairs and into her room. Thoughts plagued her well into the night about how she would tell her parents. She had no idea how they would react, and was, quite frankly, not looking forward to finding out. Her thoughts shifted then to Harry. Harry, her baby's father, the one man she always had, and still did, love. She knew she couldn't tell him; it would just seem like some desperate attempt to bring him back. So maybe he wasn't around for her, but she was now carrying a part of him, and that cheered her up slightly. Finally, around 3 in the morning, Ginny fell into an uneasy sleep. The next morning, Ginny made her way downstairs, not bothering to get dressed. As she walked into the kitchen, she began to play with a certain familiar ring on her (as she often did when nervous). Clearing her throat, she had no idea where to begin.
"Ahem." Ginny cleared her throat a little over enthusiastically.
"Good morning Ginny, did you sleep well?" Her mum asked from the sink.
"Um, well, no, too much on my mind you know?" she asked nervously.
"Hmmm. So how was your visit to your brothers house?" asked Mrs. Weasley. She obviously didn't suspect anything unusual, for she continued her work at the sink.
"Well actually mum, that's what I, we, need to talk about," Ginny began.
"What is it? Did Ronald do something foolish again? Is Hermione pregnant?" Mrs. Weasley asked all of this in one breath. She stayed at the sink however.
"Hermione isn't," Ginny said dryly.
"Oh, that is too bad, another grand child would do me so good," Mrs. Weasley said dreamily. She looked out of the window as if expecting the stork to come storming up to the back porch.
"Well, mum, you're in luck. I am," Ginny gulped.
"You're what, Ginny dear?" Her mother didn't understand. She continued on cutting up sausages. Ginny gulped again.
"Pregnant," a knife clattered somewhere by the sink. Her mum rushed to her side.
"Oh Ginny, who's child is it?" Her mother was obviously daft.
"Mum! You know as well as I do that Harry, well, that Harry is the only, the only one I've slept with!" Ginny seemed uneasy as she said this.
"Well he'll come back of course, we'll just owl him right away," her mother went to get some parchment and a quill.
"No mum. No. I'm not going to ask Harry to come back. He has to when he's ready, not just because he has a responsibility now," Ginny looked on the verge of tears as she said this. Nodding her head in a frustrated way, the old woman put the parchment down and ran to her daughter's side, scooping her into a hug.
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Months passed by in the blink of an eye for the whole Weasley clan. No one in the family had a problem with Ginny's pregnancy, or if they did, they certainly hid it well. The women kept themselves busy by preparing a nursery in the old house for the baby. Soon it was May, and the baby would be due anytime. Ginny bustled around the house, snapping at anyone who dared to cross paths with her. It was enough to keep the men of the family quiet, and for once, Fred and George stopped playing any pranks at the Burrow. By mid May Ginny was frustrated beyond belief, she kept claiming that those "damn doctors" didn't know what the hell they were talking about when they gave her a due date. Finally, one morning on May 26th, Ginny got her wish. As she stepped out of bed that morning, a puddle of water formed around her feet, and a few sharp pains shot through her stomach. Yelping for her mother, a mad rush of feet sounded on the stairs, and pretty soon the whole Weasley clan was crammed into her room. Finally after she screamed at them all to shut up, the bumpy journey to St. Mungo's began. Once they arrived, Ginny and her mother were whisked away to a private birthing room, and thirty minutes later, Harry James Potter the second arrived in this world.
Ginny lay in the hospital bed, worn out and unbelievably tired. She didn't even bother to sit up as her dad came into the room. He walked over to her, a proud expression on his face. Scooting a chair closer to her bed, he picked up one of her limp hands and stroked it softly.
"Gin, I'm really proud of you, going through all this, without, by yourself that is," he had almost said without Harry, but thought better of it. He continued to caress his daughters' hand lovingly.
"Thanks dad, but I wasn't alone. I had a whole clan there for me," she winked at her father as she said this. A sigh escaped her as she thought of the man that should be at her side right now. She let her mind wander to his sparkling green eyes, and the way his hair always looked as though he'd just come off a broom. Sighing once again she turned back to her father and smiled weakly. He gave her hand a last pat, then stood up to go. He walked to the door, then looked back to give her a smile. A look of horror came over his face, her body had gone rigid, and there was blood trickling freely from her nose. Arthur Weasley paled as his daughter started convulsing.
"Someone, a healer, GET IN HERE QUICK!" he yelled while getting quite panicky. A rush of footsteps sounded in the hallway, and before he knew it, Mr. Weasley was being pushed out of the room, while the healers tried to discover what was the matter.
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Ron, while the rest of the family was celebrating (they had not learned about Ginny's situation yet,) decided to pay someone a little visit. Making sure he told Hermione (he didn't feel like sleeping on the couch that night) he apparated to Harry's flat. His eyes scanned his surroundings quickly. It was dark and musky. Harry lay on the couch, a whiskey bottle hanging limply from his hand. Ron felt a strong surge of anger come through him as he thought of his sister lying there, having just had this drunk's child. Using his wand to clean up a bit, Ron wanted desperately to give Harry a good kick in the arse, but instead he controlled his anger and continued cleaning. Before he left, he wrote a note to Harry, and posted it on his fridge knowing that Harry would head there that next morning, for a beer or some other kind of drink. The note read as follows:
'Harry,
I don't know what the hell you're trying to prove by screwing your life up, but I do know something. There's this one girl I know, hey guess what? You know her too. She loves you more then she loves herself even. It's killing her, and the rest of us, to see you stay away for so long. It's killing her Harry, and if you don't change soon, you're going to lose the best thing that has ever happened for you. I'm sorry to be blunt, but that's what best mates are for. Think about what I said Harry, I'd hate to see you two fall apart because of miscommunication and lack of effort. Relationships are never perfect, but hell, she loves you, and you love her. Don't try denying it Harry, you love her, and you know it's killing her. Pull yourself together.
~Ron'
The next morning, Harry woke up very drunk, but by now he was used to side effects of the liquor, so his hangover was nothing compared to a certain August morning last year. Not even noticing the clean changes that had come over his rather filthy apartment, Harry headed straight to the fridge for his breakfast of alcohol, alcohol, and you guessed it, alcohol. He hadn't been eating lately, which caused him to look even thinner then usual. His eyes looked huge on his face, and there were constantly bags under them, giving him the appearance of an old man who never got enough sleep, or food. Harry stopped as he opened the fridge door, turning to see if his eyes hadn't deceived him, he looked on the fridge door and sure enough there was a piece of parchment, with rather messy handwriting on it, on the door. Scooping it up, Harry read it quickly. He shut the fridge door hastily, and re-read the note. Putting his head in his hands, Harry thought about how much he must have been letting Ginny down right now. She had never written him, so he had given up hope a long while ago. From the note, Harry could tell Ginny was still waiting for Harry. From the note, Harry could also tell that Ron had informed Ginny of his not so good behaviour. Getting up from where he was sitting, Harry made a decision, he couldn't lose Ginny again, he had to change.
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Three years later Mrs. Weasley stood in the kitchen at the Burrow, she was looking tenderly at a small boy of the age of 3. He was outside playing with two of his infamous uncles. With hair the colour of ebony, and eyes a sparkling emerald green, Molly Weasley guessed he was a spitting image of his father at that age. Sighing in thought, Molly realized it had been almost 4 years since the boy's father had visited. Wiping a few tears away, she continued chopping the vegetables that sat soaking in the sink. Every so often she would look at her little grandchild and smile to herself.
The sun had faded behind the horizon, turning the clouds that lingered in the sky to a purplish-orange hue. It was quite a beautiful effect Harry thought as he drove towards the tipsy house he had once considered good as home. He knew he could of apparated, it would have saved time, but Harry still needed time to think about what he would say to the love he hadn't seen in nearly 4 years. The Burrow came into view as Harry drove over a slight hill. The sight of it sent butterflies aflutter in Harry's insides. Pulling carefully onto the untidy lawn, there was no real driveway; Harry parked near the back gate. Sitting in his car for a moment, he finally got up and made way towards the door. Knocking shortly, Harry waited until he heard the soft pounding of feet to move his hand from the door. Stepping back a bit, Harry smoothed his shirt absentmindedly as the doorknob shuffled a bit. Finally the door sprang open, surprising the person standing inside very much.
Molly Weasley did not cover the look of shock that came over her upon seeing Harry Potter (Sr.) at her doorway. She recovered from her shock quickly, however, and invited him in. Not knowing whether to smile, cry or hug him, Molly Weasley did all three at once. Hugging her back, Harry certainly felt he was being more warmly welcomed then he deserved. He let Mrs. Weasley lead him politely into the kitchen, but the person he really wanted to see was Ginny. He did note, however, how Mrs. Weasley seemed to stay off the subject of Ginny, when she had to have known the reason he returned. Finally, his patience was wearing off. Trying to be polite, Harry cut Mrs. Weasley off in the middle of her story about Hermione's newest baby.
"Mrs. Weasley, Molly, you know why I'm here. Where's Ginny?" He gave her a look that begged her not to be offended by his interruption. He thought she was though when her eyes welled up into tears, and she started bawling.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Weasley, I was rude to cut you off like that," Harry got up to pat her back, but she shook her head.
"No Harry, no no, it's not you, it's just. we should have written," Mrs. Weasley's lower lip twitched furiously as she struggled to hold back the barrage of tears that threatened to come again.
"Mrs. Weasley, what exactly, what is it that you are saying?" Harry struggled to get the words out, he knew this could not be good news. Mrs. Weasley looked away from Harry's stare, and shrugged off his grasp. She went over to the sink, and said simply,
"I'll, I'll have Ron take you to Ginny," Harry took this as a sign that Ginny had moved on, and didn't love him anymore. But still, at least he had a chance to win her back.
Harry was confused as Ron led him out towards the back lot the Weasley's owned. The redheaded boy said nothing, he simply walked, face down, hands in pockets, brow furrowed, toward the meadow lot. Ron stopped at the edge of the meadow, and simply pointed towards a small garden. Confused, Harry ran towards it as the redhead made his way slowly towards the Burrow. Harry looked around frantically for Ginny, thinking she might be hidden somewhere in the tall grass. She was. Harry stopped abruptly as he came to a small tombstone. His eyes widened in fear as he came closer.
"Please let it be someone else," he prayed frantically. He prayed in vain though. The tombstone simply said:
"Here lies Ginny, beloved mother, daughter, friend and lover." Then, down at the bottom, a little quote stood etched in small letters:
"No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets."
Harry fell down on his knees, he hadn't gotten over the shock of his Ginny, his small, beautiful and vivacious Ginny dead. The air went out of his lungs, and for a moment he couldn't breathe. Raising his voice, Harry shouted to no one in particular.
"If this is your idea of a joke," but he knew it wasn't. He just knelt there on the small grave, wondering if he had been a week sooner, would she still be here? He re-scanned the tombstone, something struck him as weird, but he hardly cared as he wiped away the tears that now refused to end.
"Mother." he whispered into the air. 'So she had found someone,' Harry thought bitterly. Wiping away his tears, Harry made a promise to his dead love that he would come back. Getting up, slowly, weakly and suddenly feeling very afraid, Harry lugged his now heavy feet, and heart, back to the Burrow. Thoughts flew through Harry's mind, why hadn't they told him, when had it happened, what had happened.
Harry still felt numb as he entered into the kitchen. He ignored the stares of sympathy that all threw at him; instead he walked straight through the kitchen, hall, and sitting room, and out the front door. He heard the door re-open and slam after he had exited. He wasn't in the mood to talk. Harry made it a whole half way to his car before he broke down in tears. Falling to his knees once again, he let the arms that comforted him stay wrapped around his shaking shoulders. After a few minutes had passed, Harry looked up to see Hermione stroking his hair in a motherly way. Her face looked torn, like she wanted to speak, but refused to.
"Go ahead Mione, you can talk if you want." Harry wiped a few more tears away, as they had not yet ceased to flow.
"Harry, I'm so sorry that no one told you, I thought for certain that Ron would." she faded off for a moment, "I know how you must be feeling-"
"No, you don't," Harry snapped. No one had loved Ginny like he had.
"She was my friend too," Hermione yelped, tears threatened to fall from her eyes also.
"Sorry, I know, it's just, I loved her so much, and I never got to say goodbye," Harry looked down ashamedly as he said this. Hermione began to stroke his hair again.
"Harry, she knew that you loved her, don't feel bad, she wouldn't have wanted you to blame yourself. She loved you, a lot," Hermione brushed away a few hurried tears. Nodding his head, Harry stood up slowly, helping Hermione to her feet also.
"Come back inside, please? Mrs. Weasley near flooded the place with tears when you left," Hermione looked to Harry expectantly. There was so much pain in his eyes. His brow was furrowed in half anger half grief, and his eyes were still red from the sudden outburst.
"Alright," he glumly agreed.
"Besides, you're in no condition to drive tonite," Hermione led Harry inside gently. She didn't know what was going on in his head, but from the look on his face, she could tell this had hurt him the worst out of all of them.
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A.N: ok so I hated killing Ginny off, but a sad love story is always a good one. I love sad stories, a good cry is good every now and then. so the next part will be the last part.. I'll post it sometime soon.. Please don't get too mad at me for killing Gin off. Thanks. ~JillyWillyBean