A/N- I am really trying to make longer chapters but even like twelve pages on Microsoft Word turns out to be short, so please bear with me! Thanks for all the reviews guys I love them. Enjoy this chapter!
IceSugarHigh: Well, I'm hoping all of your..er...personalities like my story so far and keep up the great reviews!
David. M. Potter: Wait and see! Lol thanks for the review, I hope you like this chapter.
MuggleNet27: umm...actually, its not Crookshanks. In the second or third chapter I think I mentioned that Ginny's Animagus form was an auburn cat. Thanks for the review, keep reading and reviewing!
Merlin Halliwell: Lol you'll just have to wait and see! Keep reviewing!
Lily-Potter8: Hehe I am glad you like my story so much! I will definitely continue with it- I'm addicted to it now! Keep reading and reviewing!
Chapter 4-
Harry turned to Ron.
"Lets get out of here," he said gruffly, his face closed, eyes fiery. "We'll have to follow her to wherever she goes. Bring up that map again."
Ron looked searching at his best friend, but, seeing cold fury behind the blank face, he drew up the map. The beacon was at Trista'a apartment.
Harry Apparated immediately, Ron close behind him. They entered on a startling scene.
Trista was scrambling around, trunks around her, clothing, books, pots and pans scattered in untidy chaos. Harry leaned against the doorway, schooling his face into amused indifference.
"Hello, here," He said softly. Trista spun around with a shocked gasp as she stared from Harry to Ron to Harry again.
"Fine," She shouted, "Here. Tie me up and send me to Azkaban. I don't care what happens to me anymore. You wouldn't even give a damn if you knew..." Here she choked and slumped to the ground.
"Knew what, Trista," Harry said harshly, "Knew that you had children? Where's your husband? No doubt involved in the same criminal activities as you."
Trista got up with a start, her legs supporting her unsteadily. "You know...you know about the children! How on earth..." Harry silenced her with a look. "Ohhh, yes," Harry said, "we know all about the children. And whose children, exactly, are they, Trista? Or should I say...Ginny?"
Trista stood in complete and utter astonishment at the two men in front of her. Two men whom she had believed to be very different from what they were.
"How...what...how did you know that my name is...Ginny?" She whispered brokenly. She said her name as if it were foreign to her, speaking as if the rusty syllables were ones she hadn't used in a long time.
Harry grinned, a terrible, tortured grin, "You aren't the only one who is good at disguises." He concentrated on reverting back to his black-haired, green-eyed glory, and in seconds Ginny Weasley found herself in front of the famous, handsome, grown-up Harry Potter.
Before Harry and Ron had any idea what was happening, Ginny had fainted.
Harry was prevented from moving by two things- first, Ron tripping over a trunk and crashing the two of them down to the floor, and the sudden entrance of a pair of children from the door of the second bedroom.
Harry got up, as Ron went to help his newly found sister, tears in his eyes and anger in his heart. He winced as he rubbed his neck, and turned to see who had entered. He stared in speechless, motionless silence.
A pair of 4 years olds had just toddled into the room. One was a small, sweet little girl with startlingly green, emerald eyes and short, curly, shockingly red hair. The other was a boy of the same age and height, with a similar but more boyish face. He had his sister's mischievous, twinkling eyes in a deep, serious soft brown and messy, jet-black hair. The two were quite obviously twins.
"Oh. My. Bloody. God." Ron said as he stared at his sister's...his baby sister's children. His niece and nephew.
"Harry," Ron said in a deep, menacing voice, "Was there anything you wanted to tell me about WHY Ginny left, NOW?"
Harry stared at Ron, only shaking his head, his eyes tearing. Ron understood.
"Ron," He said in broken tones, "These are my kids. MY kids. I'm a father. A father..."
The two children were simply staring at the two strange, big, tall men who stood there talking about them. The little girl put her thumb in her mouth while the little boy, on seeing his mother lying unconscious on the couch, ran over to her.
Harry watched, his heart aching, as Trista's, no Ginny's, eyes fluttered open, lighting as they looked into her son's worried face, her hand stroking his cheek gently as her face lost some of its bewildered expression. She got up shakily, then sat down again as she saw Harry.
"Harry..." She said, her eyes traveling over him hungrily, as if she had wanted to see him for ever so long. Harry wouldn't let his heart waver.
"And...Ron? Is that you?" She stared at the tall, well-built man next to Harry, as Ron removed his disguise. She immediately leapt up to hug him, trying to shrug off some of the stiffness in his embrace.
"What are their names, Ginny?" Harry asked quietly, as Ginny sat on the couch with a child at either side of her.
"My name's James," The boy piped up, "But most people just call me Jem. And over there's my sister. Her name's Lily, but around here we call her Rilla. And who are YOU?"
Harry wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Ginny had named their children after his parents. And his children didn't even know who the hell he was.
"Jem," Ginny said softly, "Rilla. This is your father."
The two children stared at him, their faces showing surprise.
"But Mummy, you said that our father was dead!" Rilla cried.
"No, darling. Mummy told a lie. This is your father. His name is Harry Potter."
Ron watched, a mixture of feelings inside him, as his best friend knelt down to hug his children. , who were looking at this strong, handsome man with a glow in their eyes.
"Mummy, can we eat now?" Rilla said impatiently, her red curls bouncing.
"All right, lets go. Off to the kitchen, you two. I'll be there in a minute." Ginny avoided Harry's eyes as she turned into the kitchen. Harry stopped her.
"Ginny," He said coldly, "You're coming back with us. Whoever you are, you still were the leader of a group of criminal wizards. Jut because you're the mother of two children you never told me about doesn't mean I'm just going to let you off the hook. I want you to pack and then we'll Portkey back to England," Harry stopped her refusal, "Yes. You have no say right now. We will talk later. Me and Ron will be sitting right here."
Ginny, her head bowed, with her blond hair disheveled and the effects of her disguise wearing off, nodded. She was so unlike the cool, unfeeling Trista that Harry heart opened against his will. But he clamped his mouth shut, afraid of saying anything that could hurt them both irreparably.
Harry and Ron sat on the couch, both wondering about the surreal reality of them sitting in their sister's/ex-girlfriend's apartment while she and her children, Harry's children, Ron's niece and nephew, ate dinner.
"Look, mate," Ron began, "I know you're angry with her. So am I- more than you could know. But I still think we should let her tell her part of the story to us. We should at least try to figure out why she left with your children, instead of telling you about them."
Harry slumped back. "Ron, how would you fell if Hermione had left you without a word, and you spent two years searching for her. Two years. And then, a couple of years after that, you find out that Hermione is a Dark witch in America with two of your children, who never bothered to tell you that you had a son and daughter. What would you do?"
Ron gave Harry the honest truth, which cut Harry to the heart.
"I would take her back," Ron said quietly.
"But would you take her back, without trusting her, not sure she loved you, not sure that she wanted YOU back?" He asked despairingly. "I'm horribly angry Ron. She threw everything away, everything we had those last two years at Hogwarts. And I don't know if we'll ever be able to get it back.
IceSugarHigh: Well, I'm hoping all of your..er...personalities like my story so far and keep up the great reviews!
David. M. Potter: Wait and see! Lol thanks for the review, I hope you like this chapter.
MuggleNet27: umm...actually, its not Crookshanks. In the second or third chapter I think I mentioned that Ginny's Animagus form was an auburn cat. Thanks for the review, keep reading and reviewing!
Merlin Halliwell: Lol you'll just have to wait and see! Keep reviewing!
Lily-Potter8: Hehe I am glad you like my story so much! I will definitely continue with it- I'm addicted to it now! Keep reading and reviewing!
Chapter 4-
Harry turned to Ron.
"Lets get out of here," he said gruffly, his face closed, eyes fiery. "We'll have to follow her to wherever she goes. Bring up that map again."
Ron looked searching at his best friend, but, seeing cold fury behind the blank face, he drew up the map. The beacon was at Trista'a apartment.
Harry Apparated immediately, Ron close behind him. They entered on a startling scene.
Trista was scrambling around, trunks around her, clothing, books, pots and pans scattered in untidy chaos. Harry leaned against the doorway, schooling his face into amused indifference.
"Hello, here," He said softly. Trista spun around with a shocked gasp as she stared from Harry to Ron to Harry again.
"Fine," She shouted, "Here. Tie me up and send me to Azkaban. I don't care what happens to me anymore. You wouldn't even give a damn if you knew..." Here she choked and slumped to the ground.
"Knew what, Trista," Harry said harshly, "Knew that you had children? Where's your husband? No doubt involved in the same criminal activities as you."
Trista got up with a start, her legs supporting her unsteadily. "You know...you know about the children! How on earth..." Harry silenced her with a look. "Ohhh, yes," Harry said, "we know all about the children. And whose children, exactly, are they, Trista? Or should I say...Ginny?"
Trista stood in complete and utter astonishment at the two men in front of her. Two men whom she had believed to be very different from what they were.
"How...what...how did you know that my name is...Ginny?" She whispered brokenly. She said her name as if it were foreign to her, speaking as if the rusty syllables were ones she hadn't used in a long time.
Harry grinned, a terrible, tortured grin, "You aren't the only one who is good at disguises." He concentrated on reverting back to his black-haired, green-eyed glory, and in seconds Ginny Weasley found herself in front of the famous, handsome, grown-up Harry Potter.
Before Harry and Ron had any idea what was happening, Ginny had fainted.
Harry was prevented from moving by two things- first, Ron tripping over a trunk and crashing the two of them down to the floor, and the sudden entrance of a pair of children from the door of the second bedroom.
Harry got up, as Ron went to help his newly found sister, tears in his eyes and anger in his heart. He winced as he rubbed his neck, and turned to see who had entered. He stared in speechless, motionless silence.
A pair of 4 years olds had just toddled into the room. One was a small, sweet little girl with startlingly green, emerald eyes and short, curly, shockingly red hair. The other was a boy of the same age and height, with a similar but more boyish face. He had his sister's mischievous, twinkling eyes in a deep, serious soft brown and messy, jet-black hair. The two were quite obviously twins.
"Oh. My. Bloody. God." Ron said as he stared at his sister's...his baby sister's children. His niece and nephew.
"Harry," Ron said in a deep, menacing voice, "Was there anything you wanted to tell me about WHY Ginny left, NOW?"
Harry stared at Ron, only shaking his head, his eyes tearing. Ron understood.
"Ron," He said in broken tones, "These are my kids. MY kids. I'm a father. A father..."
The two children were simply staring at the two strange, big, tall men who stood there talking about them. The little girl put her thumb in her mouth while the little boy, on seeing his mother lying unconscious on the couch, ran over to her.
Harry watched, his heart aching, as Trista's, no Ginny's, eyes fluttered open, lighting as they looked into her son's worried face, her hand stroking his cheek gently as her face lost some of its bewildered expression. She got up shakily, then sat down again as she saw Harry.
"Harry..." She said, her eyes traveling over him hungrily, as if she had wanted to see him for ever so long. Harry wouldn't let his heart waver.
"And...Ron? Is that you?" She stared at the tall, well-built man next to Harry, as Ron removed his disguise. She immediately leapt up to hug him, trying to shrug off some of the stiffness in his embrace.
"What are their names, Ginny?" Harry asked quietly, as Ginny sat on the couch with a child at either side of her.
"My name's James," The boy piped up, "But most people just call me Jem. And over there's my sister. Her name's Lily, but around here we call her Rilla. And who are YOU?"
Harry wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Ginny had named their children after his parents. And his children didn't even know who the hell he was.
"Jem," Ginny said softly, "Rilla. This is your father."
The two children stared at him, their faces showing surprise.
"But Mummy, you said that our father was dead!" Rilla cried.
"No, darling. Mummy told a lie. This is your father. His name is Harry Potter."
Ron watched, a mixture of feelings inside him, as his best friend knelt down to hug his children. , who were looking at this strong, handsome man with a glow in their eyes.
"Mummy, can we eat now?" Rilla said impatiently, her red curls bouncing.
"All right, lets go. Off to the kitchen, you two. I'll be there in a minute." Ginny avoided Harry's eyes as she turned into the kitchen. Harry stopped her.
"Ginny," He said coldly, "You're coming back with us. Whoever you are, you still were the leader of a group of criminal wizards. Jut because you're the mother of two children you never told me about doesn't mean I'm just going to let you off the hook. I want you to pack and then we'll Portkey back to England," Harry stopped her refusal, "Yes. You have no say right now. We will talk later. Me and Ron will be sitting right here."
Ginny, her head bowed, with her blond hair disheveled and the effects of her disguise wearing off, nodded. She was so unlike the cool, unfeeling Trista that Harry heart opened against his will. But he clamped his mouth shut, afraid of saying anything that could hurt them both irreparably.
Harry and Ron sat on the couch, both wondering about the surreal reality of them sitting in their sister's/ex-girlfriend's apartment while she and her children, Harry's children, Ron's niece and nephew, ate dinner.
"Look, mate," Ron began, "I know you're angry with her. So am I- more than you could know. But I still think we should let her tell her part of the story to us. We should at least try to figure out why she left with your children, instead of telling you about them."
Harry slumped back. "Ron, how would you fell if Hermione had left you without a word, and you spent two years searching for her. Two years. And then, a couple of years after that, you find out that Hermione is a Dark witch in America with two of your children, who never bothered to tell you that you had a son and daughter. What would you do?"
Ron gave Harry the honest truth, which cut Harry to the heart.
"I would take her back," Ron said quietly.
"But would you take her back, without trusting her, not sure she loved you, not sure that she wanted YOU back?" He asked despairingly. "I'm horribly angry Ron. She threw everything away, everything we had those last two years at Hogwarts. And I don't know if we'll ever be able to get it back.
