AN: The third and final part in this R/G trilogy! Woo, and thanks to all my reviewers for this story and past ones!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK and "She's Like The Wind" to Jan Wayne.

Chapter 3: She's Like The Wind

She's like the wind through my tree

She rides the night next to me

She leads through the moonlight

Only to burn me with the sun

She's taken my heart

But she doesn't know what she's done

Remus stood in the back of the crowd, listening silently to the minister's droning. The day around him was bleak- the sky was gray and a dismal wind blew around the graveyard. People surrounding him were don in various clothes of black, all with tissues in their hands and fresh tears on their cheeks. A part of him found the scene sickly ironic. Right when the wizarding world had so much to celebrate, all they could do was mourn the death of one man.

Voldemort had finally been destroyed for good, after years of harsh warfare. Remus smiled bitterly. But everything comes with a price, and the Dark Lord's defeat was no exception. Harry Potter had died just seconds after Voldemort, his life force drained from the spell. The world mourned him as the loss of an icon, a hero of the war, the person they'd all looked to for leadership. But Remus mourned him for different reasons.

Feel her breath on my face

Her body close to me

Can't look in her eyes

She's out of my league

Remus mourned for his young lost life. Harry had only been two weeks shy of his twenty-second birthday. He'd been laughing with Ron at headquarters only a day before the Final Battle, planning out which pubs the two best friends would be hitting on his birthday. Remus mourned Harry for Lily and James, despaired that he had met the same fate as his parents.

And of course there was Ginny. Harry had left his bride alone- a widow at the age of twenty, and childless too. Remus knew that they had been planning to have children after the War- they both believed the world was too dangerous to bring a new life into at the moment. They'd been married for three short years, although by all means a very happy few years.

Just a fool to believe

I have anything she needs

She's like the wind

He could see her standing at the front of the congregation, clothed head to toe in black. Her face was blank, as if she was in a daze, but tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Hermione was beside her, hand clasped in her sister-in-law's, the other resting on the slight bulge of her stomach. Ron and herself had been extremely fortunate that the war had ended at the time it did- Hermione was due to give birth to their first child in six months.

Remus' heart ached for the redheaded woman, the only woman he'd loved. The past three years he had been pushing his feelings for her into the darkest corner of his heart- Ginny had made her choice the day she walked down the aisle with his best friend's son. Now, however, he was struggling to restrain the urge to hold her in his arms until her tears were spent. It took all his control to remind himself that she hasn't his anymore- he'd given that right up.

I look in the mirror and all I see

Is a young old man with only a dream

Am I only just fooling myself

That she'll stop the pain

Living without her

I'd go insane

Ginny stared at the grave in front of her, at the mahogany coffin being lowered slowly into the ground. She couldn't believe what was happening- Harry couldn't be dead! Not her dear, sweet Harry, her husband that loved her beyond all measure. He was so vibrant and full of life, how could it possibly be his body lying in the casket?

She felt Hermione's hand tighten on hers and the tears that had come at the beginning of the burial poured faster down her face. But she refused to break down, not in front of all these people. Ginny was strong, and with Hermione in her condition, she couldn't risk upsetting her friend. So she simply bowed her head and willed herself to not fall apart.

Feel her breath on my face

Her body close to me

Can't look in her eyes

She's out of my league

When the last dirt was thrown into the grave and the minister bowed his head in respect, Ginny felt herself tear apart just a little bit more. People trailed by her one after the other, murmering their condolences and gripping their hands in hers. Finally, only Hermione and her family were left. Her mother, eyes red and puffy with tears, started to round them all up to go back to the Burrow. When Molly approached her, Ginny shook her head.

"I-I think I want to stay here a bit longer." She whispered, eyes never leaving the headstone in front of her. Ginny felt her mother hesitate, but finally agreed by simply hugging her and placing a kiss on her forehead. She heard her family Disapparte one after the other until she was all by herself. Or so she thought.

Just a fool to believe

I have anything she needs

She's like the wind

She heard his footsteps come up behind her and a familiar tingling traveled up her spine. He stood beside her and silently studied the headstone. Ginny chanced a look at him and saw the pain evident in his usually warm eyes. Turning back to the grave, she heard him clear his throat and his low hoarse voice say, "It's a beautiful headstone Gin. It- I'm sure Harry would have liked it. Though I am a little surprised that Fudge didn't insist on something large and gawdy."

"He wanted that." was her reply. "But I told them to spend the money on something else for Harry. A park, plaque, whatever- but that I wasn't going to bury my husband under some hideous contraption that they wanted."

Remus tentatively took her hand and a shock went through her body. He hadn't touched her in over three years- not even to take her hand. And yet, as he held her hand at that moment, it didn't seem to matter. She could feel him offering himself for her to lean on, and Ginny gladly accepted.

"I loved him." She cried as Remus wrapped his arms around her sobbing form. "And-and I don't know what to do!"

"It's all right Gin." He soothed. "It's all right, I'll take care of you."

Feel your breath on my face

Your body close to me

Can't look in your eyes

You're out of my league

And true to his word, Remus did just that. He moved Ginny into his apartment, away from the Burrow and her home that she'd shared with Harry. He knew that she needed time to deal with her grief, to come to terms with what happened, and it was best done away from the memories.

She never spoke of Harry, and he didn't press the matter. Remus would wake up before her every morning and make both of them tea. Ginny would walk into the kitchen blurry-eyed and they'd share a morning cup of tea. It became a ritual, a time that Ginny began to depend on. She would have nightmares, and Remus would simply come into her room and hold her until she stopped crying and wasn't so afraid anymore.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Ginny began to slowly reenter the world. She was slowly getting over Harry, and the anger she sometimes felt toward him for leaving her all alone diminished. She began to realize that Remus still stirred something in her. Ginny wasn't sure what, but it was there.

Just a fool to believe

She's like the wind

Just a fool to believe

She's like the wind

Remus watched Ginny as she became the woman she once was, not just a shadow of it. Her nightmares were becoming far and few between, and it was becoming harder and harder for him to fight his attraction to her. He knew that she didn't feel the same way for him the way she once did. She had married Harry, and forgotten him. She deserved more than he could give, but as much as he told himself that, Remus couldn't stop himself from longing for what they had.

Then came the day Hermione gave birth to her baby. Ginny had Flooed herself to the hospital the minute Ron called, with Remus right behind her. They rushed to the maternity wing of St. Mungo's and a nurse directed them to Hermione's room. When they got there, she was sleeping but Ron showed them to the nursery, where rows of babies lay in their cradles. Being the proud papa, he pointed out his baby boy.

"We're naming him Harry Gin." Ron said. When Ginny smiled tearfully and Remus replied, "Nice choice Ron." Ron left the couple alone with the excuse that he had to check on his wife. Remus and Ginny stood side by side and gazed down at the newest Weasley.

"He's beautiful." Ginny whispered. "So perfect."

"Perfect." Remus agreed.

Just a fool to believe

She's like the wind

Just a fool to believe

She's like the wind

Ginny looked over to Remus and said, "How amazing is this? They love each other so much to make this new life together and bring him into the world." Smiling ruefully, she added, "Did you ever think that we could've done that?"

"Yes." He answered in complete honesty.

Ginny stared at him with a shocked expression on her face. "You did? Why-why didn't you ever say so?" she asked.

Remus replied, "I thought you did too."

"I did." She whispered, then laughing bitterly. "But it's too late for that, isn't it?"

Remus took her into his arms, and Ginny barely had a moment to register what was happening when he kissed her. When they parted, he gazed down on her with a tender expression on his face and said simply:

"No it isn't."