Thanks to all who reviewed. I didn't expect to get such a positive
response. Although your second comment confused me a little bit Eric. Here
it is anyway, the next few chapters.
As before, I still own not a single, solitary character, place, spell,
thing, come on you get the idea. It all belongs to J.K.Rowling. Except any
poor spelling, that's mine!
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Ginny spent the entire day in her room, she was avoiding her husband. Her Harry, who had always been her saviour, her rock since first year at Hogwarts, was upset with her. They had argued once more after Ron and Hermione had left and he had ended up sleeping on the settee. She wondered if she should tell him the truth. Everyone seemed to think so. Remus, Tonks and all her family said it was the right thing to do but she a small voice in her head kept telling her to keep it quiet. Wait until they were older, till they knew more magic just in case Voldemort came after the child of Harry Potter. They had waited eleven years what would be a few more. They had to wait until the child could defend themselves.
Harry had argued back. He himself had met Voldemort at just eleven. In his first year he, along with Ron and Hermione had beaten a troll. He had survived. But Ginny kept her find firmly in reality. That was because he was the boy that lived. He had only survived the philosopher's stone incidence because he had his mother's protection, and the defeat of the troll was just pure dum luck. She herself had been much more vulnerable in her first year. She had even ended up being taken down by a teenage Voldemort into the chamber of secrets where she almost let him rise again by giving him her life energy. Just because they were Harry's child, didn't necessarily mean they had his courageous, charge-in-there spirit. She wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
She could of course believe that Harry was trustworthy, that he wouldn't charge in and tell the first year but she knew her husband too well. She knew his reckless temper and his nature to tell the truth, they were some of the things she loved about him. The entire ordeal was tearing her apart, besides the fact that in just a few hours she would see what she had waited for eleven years to see.
She wondered how different they would look since she left them. She was confident she would recognise them. A mother always felt the presence of her child, even if she hadn't seen them for so long.
The youngest Weasley, the one that eleven years ago had been known for her stubbornness and pride began to cry. Eleven years ago she would never have dreamed of breaking into tears. She was Ginny, Harry's saviour, his rock since he lost his Godfather when he was sixteen. But slowly that rock had worn away until here she was, sobbing hysterically with no one to comfort her. Her red-fiery spirit had gone, along with part of her hair which already had grey streaks even though she was only thirty-one. When her child would come to know her, they would regretfully not know the cheeky girl who used to do a great bat-bogie hex on her brothers, only this quiet lady who looked like she was always crying. She was no longer know for her red-head, more her red-eyes for which very few knew the real cause. Most of the Wizarding World saw her the weak bit on Harry's arm.
As she made her way to the great hall she stopped to calm herself. The next few years would only get harder. All those she loved would be against her as they tried to unlock her secret. The secret she only kept for the love of her family. For the sake of her child she must keep the smallest red flame alive.
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Ginny spent the entire day in her room, she was avoiding her husband. Her Harry, who had always been her saviour, her rock since first year at Hogwarts, was upset with her. They had argued once more after Ron and Hermione had left and he had ended up sleeping on the settee. She wondered if she should tell him the truth. Everyone seemed to think so. Remus, Tonks and all her family said it was the right thing to do but she a small voice in her head kept telling her to keep it quiet. Wait until they were older, till they knew more magic just in case Voldemort came after the child of Harry Potter. They had waited eleven years what would be a few more. They had to wait until the child could defend themselves.
Harry had argued back. He himself had met Voldemort at just eleven. In his first year he, along with Ron and Hermione had beaten a troll. He had survived. But Ginny kept her find firmly in reality. That was because he was the boy that lived. He had only survived the philosopher's stone incidence because he had his mother's protection, and the defeat of the troll was just pure dum luck. She herself had been much more vulnerable in her first year. She had even ended up being taken down by a teenage Voldemort into the chamber of secrets where she almost let him rise again by giving him her life energy. Just because they were Harry's child, didn't necessarily mean they had his courageous, charge-in-there spirit. She wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
She could of course believe that Harry was trustworthy, that he wouldn't charge in and tell the first year but she knew her husband too well. She knew his reckless temper and his nature to tell the truth, they were some of the things she loved about him. The entire ordeal was tearing her apart, besides the fact that in just a few hours she would see what she had waited for eleven years to see.
She wondered how different they would look since she left them. She was confident she would recognise them. A mother always felt the presence of her child, even if she hadn't seen them for so long.
The youngest Weasley, the one that eleven years ago had been known for her stubbornness and pride began to cry. Eleven years ago she would never have dreamed of breaking into tears. She was Ginny, Harry's saviour, his rock since he lost his Godfather when he was sixteen. But slowly that rock had worn away until here she was, sobbing hysterically with no one to comfort her. Her red-fiery spirit had gone, along with part of her hair which already had grey streaks even though she was only thirty-one. When her child would come to know her, they would regretfully not know the cheeky girl who used to do a great bat-bogie hex on her brothers, only this quiet lady who looked like she was always crying. She was no longer know for her red-head, more her red-eyes for which very few knew the real cause. Most of the Wizarding World saw her the weak bit on Harry's arm.
As she made her way to the great hall she stopped to calm herself. The next few years would only get harder. All those she loved would be against her as they tried to unlock her secret. The secret she only kept for the love of her family. For the sake of her child she must keep the smallest red flame alive.
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