Chapter 5
Ginny sat there staring at her hands. She was all ready to go home to the Burrow when all of a sudden she just couldn't leave. 'Is it right for me to go spend the holidays with my family having fun while there are so many injured people with no one.' She thought. She didn't have the heart to leave them, but she had already said she would be going home.
'It's been so long. Will I be able to live life the way I did before? No I guess not. Before I left, I was an innocent child who thought she understood everything, even love. I never realized there was a bigger cause then my own selfish heart.'
'How long did I carry that crush for. Too long I guess, but leaving home and doing my own thing has helped me.' Thought Ginny. Sure she still thought about the boy with the beautiful green eyes and messy black hair. She would always think of him. He's been so much apart of her for so long that it would be impossible to forget him. 'At least now I know I can live without him.'
Ginny looked out the window of her little apartment were she'd been staying. She knew she was coming back. The only reason she was leaving was because everyone told her to take a break. She was really appreciated by the people she helped and she was well respected by her coworkers. She was the youngest healer ever to work. She had a remarkable gift for it so the elder healers couldn't refuse to take her under their wing and train her. It meant having to leave everything behind, but at the time if Harry wasn't there then she didn't have reason to stay. She's happy that she left, she would have never realized her potential.
After years of trying to fit in and discover who she was, it finally happened and she was thrilled. She finally belonged somewhere; she was making a difference in people's lives. She loved what she was doing, but she also missed her family, and Harry.
They had kept in touch for a while then when he wrote more often about Julia, Ginny couldn't handle it anymore. She slowly stopped writing back. She regrets it now, but at the time, she couldn't bear hearing him speak about another girl. She didn't want to confront him when he asked her why she stopped writing. She missed him yes, she hated that there was another girl traveling with him yes, she had feelings for him still yes but she was no longer a little girl waiting for the day when the boy she liked returned the feelings. She realized a long time ago that she can't wait for that to happen. She decided to stop dwelling on the past and to focus on her future wherever it would take her. Right now, it was taking her home.
Ginny stood up grabbed her bag and walked to the fireplace. She took some floo powder from the dish hanging on the side and as she threw it in the fire she said "the Burrow" and was gone.
Ginny emerged from the fireplace, a little disoriented. She walked out into the open area and placed her luggage on the ground. The house was very quiet, which was unusual for the Weasley household. 'They must be out,' she thought to herself. 'Well I might as well get settled and cleaned up.'
Ginny picked up her luggage and headed up to her room. As she walked into her room, she noticed that the spare bed was set up, with a suitcase on the chair next to it. 'I guess Hermione is staying for the holidays,' she thought as she went to her own bed to unpack. As she was placing some of her books on the bookshelf, she stopped to see something sticking out from one of the other books on the shelf.
Ginny picked up the sky blue book from its place. It was one of her old school books from her last year at Hogwarts. She opened the book to the page where the paper was and noticed that it was actually a picture. Ginny held it up and smiles. It was a picture of her, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Harry all sitting down outside the Weasley's house, laughing and playing tricks on each other.
'I remember this day' she thought with a smile, 'it was taken shortly after Voldemort was defeated. It was a good day'. She looked at all the faces, everyone was really happy, everyone except for two. Harry and herself. You could tell by their eyes that there was a reason why they were distracted.
'I knew then that he was going to leave. I was the only one. He had already decided too.' She stood there looking at the picture, thoughts and memories racing through her head. She was brought back by a noise from the kitchen. She put the picture and book back where they were and headed downstairs.
Ginny walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing some hot cocoa. "Hi mum." Ginny said casually.
"Ginny! When did you get home? We weren't expecting you until later." Mrs. Weasley replied turning to face her only daughter.
"I got home about an hour ago. Mrs. Smith let me go early, so here I am. Need any help?"
"Of course. Can you get out some cake and cookies dear?"
Ginny took the cake and cookies out to the family room. "Mum, is Hermione staying over the holidays. I saw a suitcase by the extra bed in my room." She said coming back to get some plates.
"Oh no dear. Hermione's staying with her parents. The suitcase belongs to Julia, Harry's friend."
CRASH!!!
"Ginny! Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked stepping into the family room to see what caused Ginny to drop the plates.
"I'm sorry mum. They just slipped out of my hands." Ginny said with a weak smile.
"Well clean it up." Mrs. Weasley went back to the kitchen. Ginny flicked her wand at the broken dishes and they flew on to the table completely repaired. Ginny sat down on the sofa, her hands shaking. 'Harry's here. Now. And Julia's with him.' She couldn't believe it.
She got up and went to the kitchen. She stood there and faced her mum. "Harry and Julia are here? For how long?" She tried to say in a normal voice.
"I'm not too sure dear. I know they're staying for the holiday's but I'm not too sure how much longer after that." She turned to face Ginny, a sad expression on her face. "Your father and I told him they could stay as long as they want. But you know Harry, he keeps to himself." She stood there, deep in thought, obviously worrying about Harry leaving again. Then a few moments passed and she came back too. "Well we have to hurry up. Everyone will be in soon and they'll be expecting something hot to drink." She turned back to her work.
Ginny left the kitchen and headed up stairs, still a little shaken by the sudden news. When she reached her room she shut the door behind her and sat on her bed. 'I have to compose myself.' She took a deep breath. 'So Harry and Julia are staying here. So what if I haven't talked to him in a while. I don't care for him in that way anymore and I haven't for a long time. I've been fine without him so far.'
She got up and started to pace, trying to wrap her brain around it all. "Ok, Ginny relax. He's just an old friend. Everything will be fine. I can put everything behind me. I'm older now and more mature. No big deal."
She had finally reached her resolve when she heard her mother's voice calling up the stairs. "Ginny dear, will you come down. Everyone is here."
As Ginny opened her bedroom door, all resolve and determination left her.
Ginny sat there staring at her hands. She was all ready to go home to the Burrow when all of a sudden she just couldn't leave. 'Is it right for me to go spend the holidays with my family having fun while there are so many injured people with no one.' She thought. She didn't have the heart to leave them, but she had already said she would be going home.
'It's been so long. Will I be able to live life the way I did before? No I guess not. Before I left, I was an innocent child who thought she understood everything, even love. I never realized there was a bigger cause then my own selfish heart.'
'How long did I carry that crush for. Too long I guess, but leaving home and doing my own thing has helped me.' Thought Ginny. Sure she still thought about the boy with the beautiful green eyes and messy black hair. She would always think of him. He's been so much apart of her for so long that it would be impossible to forget him. 'At least now I know I can live without him.'
Ginny looked out the window of her little apartment were she'd been staying. She knew she was coming back. The only reason she was leaving was because everyone told her to take a break. She was really appreciated by the people she helped and she was well respected by her coworkers. She was the youngest healer ever to work. She had a remarkable gift for it so the elder healers couldn't refuse to take her under their wing and train her. It meant having to leave everything behind, but at the time if Harry wasn't there then she didn't have reason to stay. She's happy that she left, she would have never realized her potential.
After years of trying to fit in and discover who she was, it finally happened and she was thrilled. She finally belonged somewhere; she was making a difference in people's lives. She loved what she was doing, but she also missed her family, and Harry.
They had kept in touch for a while then when he wrote more often about Julia, Ginny couldn't handle it anymore. She slowly stopped writing back. She regrets it now, but at the time, she couldn't bear hearing him speak about another girl. She didn't want to confront him when he asked her why she stopped writing. She missed him yes, she hated that there was another girl traveling with him yes, she had feelings for him still yes but she was no longer a little girl waiting for the day when the boy she liked returned the feelings. She realized a long time ago that she can't wait for that to happen. She decided to stop dwelling on the past and to focus on her future wherever it would take her. Right now, it was taking her home.
Ginny stood up grabbed her bag and walked to the fireplace. She took some floo powder from the dish hanging on the side and as she threw it in the fire she said "the Burrow" and was gone.
Ginny emerged from the fireplace, a little disoriented. She walked out into the open area and placed her luggage on the ground. The house was very quiet, which was unusual for the Weasley household. 'They must be out,' she thought to herself. 'Well I might as well get settled and cleaned up.'
Ginny picked up her luggage and headed up to her room. As she walked into her room, she noticed that the spare bed was set up, with a suitcase on the chair next to it. 'I guess Hermione is staying for the holidays,' she thought as she went to her own bed to unpack. As she was placing some of her books on the bookshelf, she stopped to see something sticking out from one of the other books on the shelf.
Ginny picked up the sky blue book from its place. It was one of her old school books from her last year at Hogwarts. She opened the book to the page where the paper was and noticed that it was actually a picture. Ginny held it up and smiles. It was a picture of her, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Harry all sitting down outside the Weasley's house, laughing and playing tricks on each other.
'I remember this day' she thought with a smile, 'it was taken shortly after Voldemort was defeated. It was a good day'. She looked at all the faces, everyone was really happy, everyone except for two. Harry and herself. You could tell by their eyes that there was a reason why they were distracted.
'I knew then that he was going to leave. I was the only one. He had already decided too.' She stood there looking at the picture, thoughts and memories racing through her head. She was brought back by a noise from the kitchen. She put the picture and book back where they were and headed downstairs.
Ginny walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing some hot cocoa. "Hi mum." Ginny said casually.
"Ginny! When did you get home? We weren't expecting you until later." Mrs. Weasley replied turning to face her only daughter.
"I got home about an hour ago. Mrs. Smith let me go early, so here I am. Need any help?"
"Of course. Can you get out some cake and cookies dear?"
Ginny took the cake and cookies out to the family room. "Mum, is Hermione staying over the holidays. I saw a suitcase by the extra bed in my room." She said coming back to get some plates.
"Oh no dear. Hermione's staying with her parents. The suitcase belongs to Julia, Harry's friend."
CRASH!!!
"Ginny! Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked stepping into the family room to see what caused Ginny to drop the plates.
"I'm sorry mum. They just slipped out of my hands." Ginny said with a weak smile.
"Well clean it up." Mrs. Weasley went back to the kitchen. Ginny flicked her wand at the broken dishes and they flew on to the table completely repaired. Ginny sat down on the sofa, her hands shaking. 'Harry's here. Now. And Julia's with him.' She couldn't believe it.
She got up and went to the kitchen. She stood there and faced her mum. "Harry and Julia are here? For how long?" She tried to say in a normal voice.
"I'm not too sure dear. I know they're staying for the holiday's but I'm not too sure how much longer after that." She turned to face Ginny, a sad expression on her face. "Your father and I told him they could stay as long as they want. But you know Harry, he keeps to himself." She stood there, deep in thought, obviously worrying about Harry leaving again. Then a few moments passed and she came back too. "Well we have to hurry up. Everyone will be in soon and they'll be expecting something hot to drink." She turned back to her work.
Ginny left the kitchen and headed up stairs, still a little shaken by the sudden news. When she reached her room she shut the door behind her and sat on her bed. 'I have to compose myself.' She took a deep breath. 'So Harry and Julia are staying here. So what if I haven't talked to him in a while. I don't care for him in that way anymore and I haven't for a long time. I've been fine without him so far.'
She got up and started to pace, trying to wrap her brain around it all. "Ok, Ginny relax. He's just an old friend. Everything will be fine. I can put everything behind me. I'm older now and more mature. No big deal."
She had finally reached her resolve when she heard her mother's voice calling up the stairs. "Ginny dear, will you come down. Everyone is here."
As Ginny opened her bedroom door, all resolve and determination left her.
