Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize, except the twins, they're different from their namesakes.

A/N: This is a short chapter, but there will be more. Promise!

"Open your eyes," I tell myself.

Bleary vision is met by the too-bright sun and I want to burrow back under the covers and disappear. Instead, I sit up and swing my legs off the bed and look in the mirror. Dark rings circle my eyes and red ringlets stick up in odd places.

You always haunt my dreams. In every dream, I save us. A million different ways, every night, I save us. Never when it counts of course, but every night afterwards… I've saved us.

I wish I could explain to you why this happened, but I don't even know you anymore. Your eyes are cold and hard, and I don't think you want to hear it. If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't love me anymore.

I stand up and walk into the kitchen, met by a red-headed baby girl that has your eyes crawling on the floor and her black-haired twin that's still sleeping in his cradle. Somehow, she's found how to crawl out of her crib. She's smart, just like you.

It's a pity you don't know about them…

Sometimes, I think about finding you. I start writing letters to send via owl, but then I remember…

I close my eyes and I see it playing before them.

"You don't understand, just let me explain!"

Pain shrieking red stains my face as the tears start to fall.

"What don't I understand, Ginny? I understand that I just walked in on you and Malfoy! Do I need anything more than that?!" He spat Malfoy's name like it was acid and then turned on his heel.

In seconds, he was gone…

That was almost two years ago now, and I still think about you every day. A tear streams down my cheek as I get up to go to work.

As I get dressed, I think about the things that happened that night. I wish you could have walked in seconds before; you would know what really happened between Malfoy and I. You would also know that rape is an offense worthy of Azkaban, and that's where his permanent address is for the next ten years.

There's no denying those babies in there are yours though. They've both got your eyes, and I gave them your surname. They are Lily and James Potter, just as you would have had it.

I miss you, Harry…