A thin vail was coming over her face as her mother fussed with the hem of the dress. Everything would be perfect for her only daughter's wedding. Ginny was beeming from ear to ear. Even if she had been wearing all black, she would have been glowing. In the midst of strife, her and Harry's closest friends had been able to steal time away and arrange for the wedding. A lot had happened to them all since graduation at Hogwarts. Times had been less than perfect, but as long as she and Harry were together, they would be happy.
They were barely allowed a week of a honeymoon before the Ministry called Harry back to the battlefield. He would be called away on reconisance for almost whole months. Ginny always waited patiently on the homefront. Watching and waiting.
About eight months after the wedding, Harry was away. He had been gone for two and a half months. The day he returned, he found an empty house. Ginny was in labor at the hospital. Fortunately, Ron was with him and thought to check at his parents' house, where they found the note about where to meet. Harry arrived just in time to help Ginny through the last few pushes and welcome to the world their child.
The second one came similarly to the first. Concieved in the moments of bliss together, carried in the months apart, and arrived at Harry's return. It was hard for the small family, but Ginny knew that as soon as the war was over they would have a perfect life. She kept telling herself that day in and day out to keep her going.
when Ginny was visiting friends and family to tell them about the coming of the second child, they noticed that Ron had disappeared. He had been on leave from the group to recover from his leg injury. Hermione had not heard him leave. He would always just get up and run errands without waking her on a normal day. Ginny found Hermione on the second day of Ron's absence. She was a mess, sitting at the kitchen table with a stack of books next to her. The red eyes and discarded coffee packages betrayed her distress. Their boy, only two, was unusually sad and dispondent. Ginny was amazed that even little Jeffery could tell that something was wrong. Hermione had not wanted to worry anyone at the Ministry. Actually, she had tried to get ahold of Snape, but his detachment of reconisance had already been dispached on a mission for a week. Later, she contacted the Ministry after Ginny begged her to. No one knew where Ron was. All assumed that he would be in his loving wife's arms, or playing with his precious son. Arthur and the boys took all the spare time that they could to search for clues. However, Ron had become so secretive, that no one knew where to start looking.
Hermione never lost hope. She was glad when Ginny and Harry moved into the flat next to hers. Ginny and she would watch the children together and try to make a symbalance of order in their lives. Every night, Ginny knew that Hermione would stay awake softly crying. She and Ron had matching wedding bands that had inset a small stone. Its color would tell of the other's condition. Hermione would pray every minute of every day that it would not turn black.
Ginny knew in her heart that her sister-in-law would be actively searching for Ron if Jeffery had not existed. No matter how many times Ginny offered, Hermione would not leave Jeffery with them for more than a sleep-over. Motherhood had become Hermione's prime concern as a way to be productive without focusing on the war.
According to Jeffery, Hermione would sometimes say odd things or scream in the middle of her sleep. It was if the ring would bring Ron and she closer together through dreams. Hermione developed a haunted look about her. A smile was rare and a laugh impossible. When it got to be too much for Ginny to bear, she sat Hermione down and forced her to talk. What she was told did nothing for Ginny's dreams.
In striking detail, Hermione told Ginny of the tortures that Ron was enduring. They were trying to get him to reveil all of the secrets of his team; names, places, and the like. To get him to snap, they were conjuring false images of Hermione and Jeffery in front of crowd of Dementors. Little wonder that Hermione was looking like a skeleton.
What was to be done?
Ginny now knew that nothing was to be done for her dear brother. He fought against that curse so hard that it killed him. In the end, Ron did not capture Harry for Valdemort. The distraction of Harry breaking down over his best friend brought about his capture. Ginny had never seen Harry so distraught. She ran through the fire, trying to reach his side. Harry heard her call out his name, because he looked up at her just before he was frozen with a curse and apparated to VOldemort's headquarters. Ginny couldn't remember much of the rest of that day as she was flung over someone's shoulder and carried from the field. She learned later that it had been Sirius. He had been too far away to help Harry. He knew the least he could do was protect Ginny.
Had that all really happened a month ago? Slowly, Ginny awoke from her dream of that black day. Knowing that it had probably worn off, she took a quick swig of pollyjuice potion and checked the dark mark on her arm. Vaugely disgusted and reassured at the same time, she donned her robes and prepared herself for another day of searching for her husband.
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Sorry about the long break! I was so heartbroken after reading the latest book! It took me a bit to re-think how to 'fix' Sirius's fate. I'll show you in the next chapter.
Thank you to all my loyal readers!!!!
They were barely allowed a week of a honeymoon before the Ministry called Harry back to the battlefield. He would be called away on reconisance for almost whole months. Ginny always waited patiently on the homefront. Watching and waiting.
About eight months after the wedding, Harry was away. He had been gone for two and a half months. The day he returned, he found an empty house. Ginny was in labor at the hospital. Fortunately, Ron was with him and thought to check at his parents' house, where they found the note about where to meet. Harry arrived just in time to help Ginny through the last few pushes and welcome to the world their child.
The second one came similarly to the first. Concieved in the moments of bliss together, carried in the months apart, and arrived at Harry's return. It was hard for the small family, but Ginny knew that as soon as the war was over they would have a perfect life. She kept telling herself that day in and day out to keep her going.
when Ginny was visiting friends and family to tell them about the coming of the second child, they noticed that Ron had disappeared. He had been on leave from the group to recover from his leg injury. Hermione had not heard him leave. He would always just get up and run errands without waking her on a normal day. Ginny found Hermione on the second day of Ron's absence. She was a mess, sitting at the kitchen table with a stack of books next to her. The red eyes and discarded coffee packages betrayed her distress. Their boy, only two, was unusually sad and dispondent. Ginny was amazed that even little Jeffery could tell that something was wrong. Hermione had not wanted to worry anyone at the Ministry. Actually, she had tried to get ahold of Snape, but his detachment of reconisance had already been dispached on a mission for a week. Later, she contacted the Ministry after Ginny begged her to. No one knew where Ron was. All assumed that he would be in his loving wife's arms, or playing with his precious son. Arthur and the boys took all the spare time that they could to search for clues. However, Ron had become so secretive, that no one knew where to start looking.
Hermione never lost hope. She was glad when Ginny and Harry moved into the flat next to hers. Ginny and she would watch the children together and try to make a symbalance of order in their lives. Every night, Ginny knew that Hermione would stay awake softly crying. She and Ron had matching wedding bands that had inset a small stone. Its color would tell of the other's condition. Hermione would pray every minute of every day that it would not turn black.
Ginny knew in her heart that her sister-in-law would be actively searching for Ron if Jeffery had not existed. No matter how many times Ginny offered, Hermione would not leave Jeffery with them for more than a sleep-over. Motherhood had become Hermione's prime concern as a way to be productive without focusing on the war.
According to Jeffery, Hermione would sometimes say odd things or scream in the middle of her sleep. It was if the ring would bring Ron and she closer together through dreams. Hermione developed a haunted look about her. A smile was rare and a laugh impossible. When it got to be too much for Ginny to bear, she sat Hermione down and forced her to talk. What she was told did nothing for Ginny's dreams.
In striking detail, Hermione told Ginny of the tortures that Ron was enduring. They were trying to get him to reveil all of the secrets of his team; names, places, and the like. To get him to snap, they were conjuring false images of Hermione and Jeffery in front of crowd of Dementors. Little wonder that Hermione was looking like a skeleton.
What was to be done?
Ginny now knew that nothing was to be done for her dear brother. He fought against that curse so hard that it killed him. In the end, Ron did not capture Harry for Valdemort. The distraction of Harry breaking down over his best friend brought about his capture. Ginny had never seen Harry so distraught. She ran through the fire, trying to reach his side. Harry heard her call out his name, because he looked up at her just before he was frozen with a curse and apparated to VOldemort's headquarters. Ginny couldn't remember much of the rest of that day as she was flung over someone's shoulder and carried from the field. She learned later that it had been Sirius. He had been too far away to help Harry. He knew the least he could do was protect Ginny.
Had that all really happened a month ago? Slowly, Ginny awoke from her dream of that black day. Knowing that it had probably worn off, she took a quick swig of pollyjuice potion and checked the dark mark on her arm. Vaugely disgusted and reassured at the same time, she donned her robes and prepared herself for another day of searching for her husband.
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Sorry about the long break! I was so heartbroken after reading the latest book! It took me a bit to re-think how to 'fix' Sirius's fate. I'll show you in the next chapter.
Thank you to all my loyal readers!!!!
