Chapter 6

Journal's Log.

That.was.a mistake that never should have happened. Potter should've never been there in the first place. He ruined my chance of taking Virginia right then and there! Miserable git! It was already there; we could both feel the tension, the lust in the air. We knew that we both wanted each other. At first, Virginia denied it, but I convinced her, with my ways of course. And Potter had to pick the right moment to interrupt. I guess he was watching a few moments from the stairs and only stormed in, breaking all intentions that had to do with Virginia. Now.

What I wonder is, is if that Potter is still really aiming for her? After all, his wife died and he's left to take care of his children.I know what happened before in his house. I found it amusing at first, but when I think about it now, Potter may be a nuisance. This is a first! Going against Potter in the sake of.what? Love? Hah! Merlin forbid! But then, does Virginia feel the same way for Potter?

* * *

After thinking it over, Ginny knew she wouldn't be safe in her own house, her house didn't provide her with the same security anymore. The only thing left to do was go back home, the real home that she needed most right now. She needed to go back home to The Burrow. She came up with this decision just after everything bad happened. She called the Ministry, asking for a leave of absence, not informing them when she would be back…actually, she just hung up on them. Then, she packed her things and all items necessary that she would need and stepped outside her house into the dark unwelcoming earth and hailed a cab.

When she reached The Burrow…

Everyone knew that she would go to her brothers and her parents. They'd listen to her, she knew that Bill and Charlie would be sympathetic and the twins, Fred and George, would try to cheer her up. And Ron, well, Ron would be swearing about killing Malfoy and strangling Harry. Percy would be reprimanding Ron for his behavior. Thinking about that almost made her smile, but considering her mood and situation, one finds it really hard to crack even the smallest of smiles. She entered the Family Room and took in the atmosphere. She started hearing voices of the past, seeing herself and her brothers playing around, mostly teasing her, and her parents trying to get everything into order. She missed those days when everything was so carefree, how she longed for those days to return. She walked towards the couch, the one facing the old TV, she sat in her usual place and fingered the dilapidated remote. She remembered when they would fight over the remote, grabbing it from each other's hands. Ginny snuggled closer to the warmth of the couch pillows, her head resting on the arm. She would wait, wait for her parents to arrive. She wished that they'd be a complete family like before.

* * *

One must wait till the time comes

When everything is right All else shall fail And hope is gone A heart of ice.a heart of valor Dawn till dusk, the days pass

* * *

"Papa, what's wrong?" a tiny voice said from behind him.

Harry turned his head to look behind him. "Ah, Tristan, what are you doing up so late?"

Tristan stepped up beside his chair and replied, "I couldn't sleep."

Harry laughed and motioned for him to climb unto his lap. "And why is that?"

Tristan smiled and hurriedly sat himself on his papa's lap. "You didn't tuck me in! Its not the same when you forget it!" he pouted as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Harry smiled apologetically "I didn't tuck you in? How awful of me! Can you ever forgive me?" Harry made a sad face at Tristan.

Tristan cocked his head, a finger at the side of his forehead, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Maybe."

Harry made a whimpering sound and made puppy dog eyes at his son.

Tristan giggled and threw his hands up. "Okay!"

Harry grinned and carried Tristan upstairs, Tristan slung over one shoulder. As he opened the door, Harry noticed the clutter of books and toys all over the floor and clucked his tongue. "Tristan, what have you been doing in here?" He set his son on the floor.

"Studying and playing!" Tristan said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry sighed, "Why don't we clean up first before I tuck you in?"\

Tristan made a face but proceeded to help his father pick up toys and books from the floor. Once the room was spotless, Harry flung Tristan on the bed and brought the covers to his chin.

"Papa?" Tristan sat up in bed. "Yes?" Harry smiled at his son. "What is it?"

Tristan looked at him in such wonder and sadness, "Papa, do you miss Mommy? I do, when will she come back?"

Harry wasn't expecting this. He took in a deep breath and scanned his mind for something easy to explain to his five-year-old son. "Tristan, I miss Mommy a lot, I really do, but, Tristan, you have to understand that Mommy isn't coming back." He watched his son expectantly, waiting for him to shout or cry, but instead, to Harry's surprise, the boy just nodded like he understood. Harry never explained to Tristan about dying. He thought it was too hard for him to go through it. He was afraid Tristan would ask him all these questions right after his mother died, he did, but Harry chose to ignore it. Tristan had dropped the topic after that. He never asked again, and Harry was relieved. He couldn't blame Tristan now for asking him this, he can't avoid it now, he needs to know. "Tristan," Harry took his son's hands in his. "Mommy is in heaven now,"

"You mean an angel?" Tristan breathed in deeply. He was completely enthralled with the idea of his mother being an angel. Harry swallowed.

 "Yes, a beautiful angel. She's always watching over us and is always, always with us."

Tristan wrinkled his nose, "She is? How come I can't see her?"

"You have to believe in her son, you may not see her, but she's in here," Harry lifted Tristan's small hand and placed it above his heart.

"Oh, so Mommy is inside me?" Tristan grinned at him.

Harry nodded as he looked at his son's face. "Well, I just wanted you to know that you can talk to her anytime and she'll always be listening,"

Tristan, this time nodded his head. Then he clasped both hands to his heart and whispered, "I miss you Mommy and I love you."

Harry's eyes welled up with tears as Tristan uttered these words before he lay back down and closed his eyes. Harry once again tucked him in, smoothed back the hair from Tristan's forehead before planting a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight Tristan."

 "Night Papa."

Harry made his way towards the door and bent down to flip the nightlight on and left the room quietly. It was outside in the hallway that he let the tears flow.

* * *

A burst of October air swept through the house as the door opened. "Hurry up! You'll get all of us sick at this rate!" Molly Weasley snapped at her husband, Arthur Weasley.

"You can't expect me to close the door now, the boys still have to come in with our belongings!" Arthur protested.

 Molly threw up her hands in exasperation. "Alright!" then she poked her head outside and hollered to her sons "Quickly now before you all catch your deaths out there!"

Bill and Charlie laughed as they brought in two suitcases each into the house. Fred and George came in next lugging some boxes behind them. Finally, Ron entered last, carrying two bags and pulling a stroller bad behind him. "There! All done!" Arthur shut the door behind him and surveyed his boys critically. "So, what do you plan to do now, I mean, now that we're all here?"

Bill and Charlie shrugged, "Sleep?" they both chorused.

"You two got any better ideas?" Molly asked the twins.

"We got some new experiments to test," Fred began.

"But of course you wouldn't want us doing that, would you?" George continued, grinning at his mother.

Molly rolled her eyes. Suddenly, they heard knocking at the door.

 "I'll get it!" Ron bounded towards the door and threw it open. There stood Percy, shivering against the winds. "Nice that you finally decided to join us." Ron grinned at his brother.

"Haha!" Percy stepped into the house and glared at Ron. Percy managed to sleep through the entire car ride and was left sleeping a few more minutes when they all got down.

 "I don't need to ask Percy what he'll be doing for the time being," Arthur spoke up. "If I know it, he'll just say,"

"I have work to do!" everyone chorused. Percy glared at all of them now and they all laughed.

"Really now!" Molly scolded them, but she too was smiling. "Let's all go to the Family Room and let's see what we can do."

"I get dibs on the remote!" Bill announced, making a run for the Family Room.

"No fair!" Fred ran after his older brother. Pretty soon, the other brothers ran after the other into the Family Room. Arthur and Molly just walked hand in hand as they followed their boys. "Just like old times, eh?" Arthur winked at Molly. She sighed happily with fond recollection of before,

"Yes, just like before." She murmured. As they entered the room, they wondered why it was so quiet. Their sons were just standing in a line, gaping at something on the couch. "Boys, what's the matter?" Molly frowned as she looked at their backs then at her husband. Arthur shrugged.

"Mum, what's Ginny doing here?" Ron asked, his eyes still fixed on his sister's sleeping figure on the couch.

"Ginny?" Molly went to the side of the couch and saw for herself that her daughter was indeed here. Everyone was silent.

"What do you think she's here for? Its still too early for Thanksgiving," Charlie furrowed his eyebrows in thought. "You think somehow she heard about the party?"

"No, I don't think so, no one has told her, right?" George looked at everyone. Once again, they were all silent. Then, Ginny started to stir.

* * *

Where am I? Ginny thought as she blinked her eyes to clear her vision. She must've fallen asleep on the couch. Couch? What couch? Then in hit her, she was back home, and she managed to fall asleep somehow. She sat up slowly, not noticing the eight pair of eyes watching her. She yawned and stretched and finally her vision cleared up. "Mum! Dad! What are you doing here?" She exclaimed as she realized that her family was all there.

"Well Ginny, that's exactly what we want to know about you, why are you here?" Molly hugged her daughter. Arthur followed suit and so did her brothers.

"Wow Gin! Its been a long time since I've seen you!" Ron hugged her the last. Ginny laughed. It felt good to see everyone again after such a long time, especially Ron. "Yeah well, you know! We only see each other only this much!"

 "Don't take this the wrong way or anything Ginny, but you still haven't answered my question. " Molly interrupted them. Ginny swallowed. "Why are you here?"

"I-!" she began. They all looked at her, waiting for an answer. "I-I just wanted to see everyone! I miss you guys a lot!" she burst out.

"Aw Gin! We missed you too!" Fred teased her.

"Yes, we missed you a lot." Percy added solemnly.

Ginny smiled faintly. They were buying it. Somehow she managed to convince them. Though, she'd have to tell the truth somehow, she knew she couldn't keep it a secret for long, especially from her Mum. She watched as everyone sat in their usual places like when they were kids and proceeded to do their own things.

Ron had flopped down beside her and grabbed the remote from beside her. "Not using this? Thanks!" he punched the ON button.

"Hey!" she protested as she made a grab for the remote. "I was here first!"

"Yeah? Well, you weren't using it!" he pulled it out of reach and stuck his tongue out at her. "You give it back Ron!" she cried out as she made a move to snatch the remote away from him. Yep! Everything was going to be alright, for now.