This was going to be the very last chapter and then I thought of something I needed to close up and I really didn't want to take three days on this one piece so here it goes. The last chapter is coming though L this is sad for me…

                        Disclaimer: I've never known whether or not I really have to do this, it should be obvious seeing how this is a fan fiction site…Anyway I don't own Harry Potter but someday, maybe I'll have my own successful books… I'm not going to hold my breath or anything though… J

                                                                        The Third Option Chapter 23:  The memory

                        Ginny sighed and turned around, looking at all the moving escalators and people chatting happily. She looked at her watch; she had exactly forty-five minutes until her flight was scheduled to board. Hermione hadn't wanted her to leave until she was back from the honeymoon, but Ginny just could not stay in Britain for another single minute. She missed Mick, she loved Mick. She needed him. Well, at least he needed her. He loved her, and he missed her. Sometimes it's just nice to hear someone saying things like that to you. And besides, she was sick and tired of listening to everyone else's problems and being ignored. She was leaving, to go to America. America, a place where anyone can be or do anything they want. Everywhere she went here in Britain, or Europe for that matter, she was the youngest Weasley, and everyone she ever met, ever always put her in a category with at least one of her brothers, because everyone knew at least on of them, or had heard of them. Yeah, that was it: they had heard of them.

She was sick of living her part of the legend, the Boy Who Lived Legend. She was always the helpless victim in the bedtime stories wizard parents have begun telling their children. Well not of the ministry of magic story, but in her second year, and in her sixth. She was sick of it. Everyone thinking they knew the whole story. There was a major problem here. There was to be no happy ending. She had lived the whole fairytale life. She was born to a large, poor loving family. Worked hard in school, did well. Then, Voldemort returned, and everyone's lives went upside down. She was kidnapped, again, and this time she was dealing with the real deal, at his full strength. Once again, Harry saved her. He never remembered how they managed to get out of the cave, but she woke up out of a haze when a huge rock bounced off her head. She felt like dieing. She felt something heavy on her. It was Harry, lying on top of her, trying to protect her, even though he himself was out cold. He looked disheveled, but she knew he was alive, she felt it. It was something that she just could not explain. There was an eerie glow coming from him. She looked around and there was no sign of Voldemort, he must be gone, hopefully Harry had won, for good this time. The music she hadn't paid any attention was getting louder. It sounded strangely like nothing she had ever heard before and still like the most familiar sounds of home. It was filling her with a kind of strength she never knew she had. She went to get up, but she was too weak. She knew now though that she did not want to die. She wanted live with such a force she had never felt in her before. She moved her head slightly to avoid a falling rock, and then she saw the red and gold plumage, it was Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix.

            Ginny went to speak but found her mouth was not cooperating. The rocks had stopped moving. What the heck, Ginny was wondering. Then suddenly, a blinding white light erupted in the cave once again. Was it Dumbledore? She hoped it was. But as the figure moved closer to her, she discovered it wasn't the tall, slender body of Dumbledore. It was two people, or well, they have been people at one point in time. They moved in a liquid motion, as though they were swimming underwater. They swam by the rocks to where Ginny and Harry where. They peered at each other and then nodded.

            Ginny blinked, Harry didn't have a twin, did he? No, recognition dawned on Ginny like a ton of bricks. This was Lily and James, Harry's parents. They were still quite dead, yes, but they were back to do something; to save Harry and Ginny. Ginny peered up into Lily's eyes. She tried to speak but found she couldn't. Lily spoke, "Don't worry, its going to be okay."

            "Don't you want to, well, talk to your son?" Ginny was shocked they weren't trying to wake up Harry.

            James replied, "Of course we do, but there is no way we'll be able to wake him up now. He's a sound sleeper, like his mother…"

            "James Potter! This is clearly not the time."

            "Right Evans…"

            "Listen, later you're going to pay for that one!"

            Ginny laughed, they bickered just like Lupin always said they did. "Excuse me, but I really would love to get out of this cave."

            James and Lily jumped; they clearly had forgotten Ginny was there, "Alright, oh James look at them! They're so young. Do you think they know about their future? About all the fun that awaits them, as a reward for all this madness? "

            "I know it's a shame we have to miss it all."

            "Well, apparently it was for the best." Lily said half-heartedly.

            "It was the only way, but this way they will always have each other." James said as he put a reassuring arm around his wife.

            "Look, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I've been tortured for a good thirty days or so, so if you wouldn't mind getting me out of here before your son smothers me.."

            And suddenly someone was shaking Ginny, and she realized that her eyes were closed. It was a very familiar voice. She was sore. Her legs felt like rubber. Her head was throbbing; her back surely was bruised from the beatings. But apparently she was alive. She was alive.

            "Ginevra, oh my dear little girl, please wake up." It was her mother's voice. Ginny lifted her left eyelid. "Ron! Arthur! Hermione, come over here quickly, she's waking up!"

            Ginny heard several feet stomping across the floor, clearly all her brothers were there with their wives/ girlfriends/ current hook-up. Where was Harry?           

            "Mum," Ginny tried to speak but found her voice was weak, it came out very raspy. "Mum- Lily and James- They were there! I swear! I saw them!"

            Mrs. Weasley clearly was too relived to be listening. That was the first, and last time Ginny ever tried to talk to anyone but Harry about what happened that night. Harry, she learned was still unconscious, and she had just woken up from her own three week recovery.

            Later, in the dead of night, Ginny experienced her first of many nightmares. She sat bolt up. Harry was sitting up, looking at her. Not a word was spoken as she slid out of bed, limped across the floor, and crawled into bed with Harry. She asked him if he remembered anything from the cave, he said not a thing. She should have told him. There was still that lingering doubt in her mind though; it could have just been Fawkes on his own that saved them. Would it have really made a difference when she wasn't really all that sure of what happened herself? She had decided never to mention it unless it came up on its own.

            "Flight 01700 to Kennedy International in New York will begin boarding. Seats 1A through 17J may board." The flight attendant announced over the loudspeaker. Ginny stood up; she knew that in some strange way she and Harry had definitely been rescued in that cave for a reason. She had always believed it was so that they would fall in love. To really fall in love though, not her childish infatuation. Apparently she had been wrong. She picked up her carry-on bag, and out fell her key's to Harry's house. A house he would no longer be living in since he would be working at Hogwarts. She looked at her keys, she had the weird animal keychain things, and then she had a little wallet filled with pictures of everyone she loved. She flipped though it. Her brothers, Hermione, her parents, her friends, and on the very last page, was Harry, in his graduation robes. Well, somehow he had managed to take the picture even though he never attended the actual graduation, they had both been unconscious. Her eyes filled with tears, and she smiled. Goodbye guys, Ginny thought to herself. She was leaving all of them for good. She was never ever going to return. EVER! There was too much hurt, too much pain. And too much…much in general. Some people won't understand what the "much" is, but that's okay, if you lived much, you got it. She was going to go, marry a man who loved her, and have a normal life. She laughed, what was normal for a Weasley anyway? Ginny shoved her keys back in her bag and began walking towards the counter. It was time.

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