Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until book 6.
A/N: This is the end. I've thrown you all some loops. My next fic is a straight H/G and hope to post sometime in January. Thank you all for the reviews and please see the a/n following this chapter.
Years had passed, now sitting down at his desk at Hogwarts; Harry wondered how fast time seemed to fly.
Ginny had indeed still had some magic when she woke up. Enough so to earn all Es and Os on her OWLS. She went on to become a researcher, designing spells and new potions. None like the one she had used that day though.
Harry shook his head. It had been more than 17 years since that happened. How had the time gone by that fast? He looked over at his right arm, or where it was. He never did get that magical arm, though Neville did get legs. Then again, he thought, Neville got everything that was important.
After all this time, one thought still struck him as odd. He, Harry Potter, was the hero of the wizarding world, but truth be told it was Ginny Weasley or Longbottom now. He had won the battle, but lost the war.
He hadn't seen Ginny or Neville in years. A certain tug at his heart happened every time he had seen her since she woke up. He felt he couldn't breathe right with her in the room. He knew he loved her, but she didn't love him that way back. She had lost her heart to Neville Longbottom. That was something he nor Draco Malfoy, rest his soul, ever thought possible.
Ron and Hermione knew of course how Harry felt. They tried not to talk about what was going on. Awhile ago, he heard Neville and Ginny were expecting a child. He didn't know if that was true or not. A part of him couldn't help but think if things had been different that it would be him and Ginny having a child.
He engrossed himself into his work, breaking the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts post. In fact, a class of first-years was just coming in for their first class ever. Harry didn't look up as they all took their seats.
"Good morning everyone," he said. "My name is Harry Potter, and welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. When I call your name say 'here.'"
Harry went through the list of students. Some he had gone to school with their parents. He had to look up to see the son of Luna Lovegood and Gregory Goyle. No one saw that coming and he was sort of interested in the result. The boy was built like Goyle, but seemed to be a little out of it like Luna was. It was certainly an interesting combination.
Scrolling down the list he reached one name and had to stop. Looking up he saw a flash of dark red hair.
"Harriet Longbottom."
"Here," squeaked the girl with the red hair. She had a round face, much like Neville had first-year, but there was a fiery look just below the surface that was pure Ginny.
"Your mother?" Harry asked his voice shook.
"Her name's Ginny. Ginny Longbottom, sir. Um, I think my parents know you."
"Yes, yes they do," he said feeling a bit of what Snape must have when he first saw Harry. Harry pushed up his glasses quickly as he stopped a tear from forming. He could never dislike Neville and Ginny's child, although he would have loved for her to be his instead.
"Well, let's get started," he said as he prepared to open a locked cupboard with a boggart inside. His was always seeing Ginny in that clearing. He hoped Harriet wouldn't be too shocked.
A/N: This is the end. I've thrown you all some loops. My next fic is a straight H/G and hope to post sometime in January. Thank you all for the reviews and please see the a/n following this chapter.
Years had passed, now sitting down at his desk at Hogwarts; Harry wondered how fast time seemed to fly.
Ginny had indeed still had some magic when she woke up. Enough so to earn all Es and Os on her OWLS. She went on to become a researcher, designing spells and new potions. None like the one she had used that day though.
Harry shook his head. It had been more than 17 years since that happened. How had the time gone by that fast? He looked over at his right arm, or where it was. He never did get that magical arm, though Neville did get legs. Then again, he thought, Neville got everything that was important.
After all this time, one thought still struck him as odd. He, Harry Potter, was the hero of the wizarding world, but truth be told it was Ginny Weasley or Longbottom now. He had won the battle, but lost the war.
He hadn't seen Ginny or Neville in years. A certain tug at his heart happened every time he had seen her since she woke up. He felt he couldn't breathe right with her in the room. He knew he loved her, but she didn't love him that way back. She had lost her heart to Neville Longbottom. That was something he nor Draco Malfoy, rest his soul, ever thought possible.
Ron and Hermione knew of course how Harry felt. They tried not to talk about what was going on. Awhile ago, he heard Neville and Ginny were expecting a child. He didn't know if that was true or not. A part of him couldn't help but think if things had been different that it would be him and Ginny having a child.
He engrossed himself into his work, breaking the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts post. In fact, a class of first-years was just coming in for their first class ever. Harry didn't look up as they all took their seats.
"Good morning everyone," he said. "My name is Harry Potter, and welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. When I call your name say 'here.'"
Harry went through the list of students. Some he had gone to school with their parents. He had to look up to see the son of Luna Lovegood and Gregory Goyle. No one saw that coming and he was sort of interested in the result. The boy was built like Goyle, but seemed to be a little out of it like Luna was. It was certainly an interesting combination.
Scrolling down the list he reached one name and had to stop. Looking up he saw a flash of dark red hair.
"Harriet Longbottom."
"Here," squeaked the girl with the red hair. She had a round face, much like Neville had first-year, but there was a fiery look just below the surface that was pure Ginny.
"Your mother?" Harry asked his voice shook.
"Her name's Ginny. Ginny Longbottom, sir. Um, I think my parents know you."
"Yes, yes they do," he said feeling a bit of what Snape must have when he first saw Harry. Harry pushed up his glasses quickly as he stopped a tear from forming. He could never dislike Neville and Ginny's child, although he would have loved for her to be his instead.
"Well, let's get started," he said as he prepared to open a locked cupboard with a boggart inside. His was always seeing Ginny in that clearing. He hoped Harriet wouldn't be too shocked.