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Chapter Two: Memories

"So where will you be going?" asked Hermione.

"California. Remus found an apartment in Santa Margarita for me," Ginny replied. With Dumbledore dead, Remus was the new head of the Order of the Phoenix. There was an awkward pause. She shifted uncomfortably. Ginny felt like she should say something but she wasn't sure what.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. There was something they wanted to ask her, but they were reluctant to do so. They both felt it was insensitive, so soon after Harry's death, and the fact she may never have children of her own.

It was Hermione who finally spoke up. "Ginny," she said tentatively, "me and Ron want to ask you something. Don't feel compelled to say yes because we're family." Hermione added quickly, "we won't be hurt if you say no."

"It's just that," Ron continued, looking as though he'd rather not ask this, "Me 'n Mione are staying here to fight Voldemort, and it'll be hard to take care of Ryan properly while we're doing that." Ginny thought about it. Taking care of a baby was hard work, and it cost a lot of money. She wasn't sure if she could afford it.

As if she'd read her mind, Hermione added "We'll send you some money every week or so. It won't be much. The Death Eaters being in control will make earning money difficult. But we'll send what we can."

Ginny made up her mind. She loved Ryan to tiny bits, and she would raise him, for both his sake and Ron and Hermione's. "I'll do it," she said, "I'll keep him safe, I promise."

Ginny sat down on her bed. She would be leaving for California tomorrow. Tonight she needed to pack. But she didn't feel like packing. She felt like tearing Voldemort to tiny pieces. She wanted to make him suffer for all the pain and misery he'd caused.

She looked up at the pictures on her dresser. There was a picture of Harry and Ginny on their wedding day, with Ron as best man and Hermione as maid of honor. Harry had his arm around Ginny and they were waving at the camera.

With a pang of sadness Ginny remembered that day. It had been the happiest day of her life.

She sighed and remembered the time she and Harry had realized their feelings towards each other. It had been the summer after her fourth year.

Flashback:

Ginny rubbed her eyes sleepily as she tip toed down the stairs. It was the middle of the night and she couldn't get to sleep, so she'd decided to go downstairs to get a glass of milk from the cupboard that was spelled to stay cold in the kitchen. As she walked through the living room, she noticed someone sitting on the couch.

"Harry?" she asked quietly, stifling a yawn, "What're you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same question," he pointed out.

"I couldn't get to sleep," she replied, sitting down next to him.

"So what, you thought you'd take a walk around the house?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"No, I was getting a glass of milk."

"Well go get it then," he replied bitterly, "Don't let someone unimportant like me hold you up."

"Fine," Ginny said, unable to keep the hurt out of her voice, "I will then," She got up and stormed into the kitchen. She yanked opened the cold cupboard and poured the milk into her glass.

'Why does he have to be such a git sometimes?' she thought angrily. She didn't notice until it was too late that the milk was overflowing. 'I know he's upset with himself about Sirius's death, but that's no reason to be a jerk.' Ginny took a rag from the cabinet below the sink to wipe up the mess.

Still fuming she walked into the living room, determinedly not looking in Harry's direction.

"Ginny?" Harry asked.

"What?" Ginny demanded irritably.

"Ginny, I'm sorry I was rude." he said sincerely, "I was- preoccupied. The words just fell out of my mouth."

"Alright, apology accepted." She sat down next to him again. For a minute neither of them said anything.

"You didn't answer my question," Ginny finally said.

"Question?"

"About why you're up at this hour."

"Oh." Silence.

"So will you answer my question?"

"I couldn't get to sleep," Harry replied, "I kept thinking about Sirius, and how it's my fault he died."

"Your fault?" Ginny said, horrified.

"If I had practiced occlumency more and hadn't that stupid vision then Sirius wouldn't have died," he said.

"Harry it's not your fault," she said vehemently, "It's Voldemort's fault. If he hadn't tried to kill you when you were a baby, then you'd still have parents, Sirius wouldn't have gone to Azkaban, and he never would have been able to send you that damn vision in the first place. A lot of bad things are Voldemort's fault, so don't blame yourself for them." There was more silence.

"Thanks, Ginny. I needed that," Harry said at last. There was a brief pause and then Harry blurted, "I love you." Ginny dropped her glass in surprise. She had not been expecting that

"Y-you l-love me?" she stuttered. Harry blushed and looked away. Ginny still couldn't believe her ears. Harry Potter loved her!

"If you want to hit me or yell at me you can," he said miserably.

"Why would you?" she asked.

"I dunno, you're mad at me for saying something ridiculous like that?" he said. The statement was half a question.

"I don't think it's ridiculous."

"You don't?"

"No, because I love you too." Now it was Harry's turn to look shocked.

"Really?"

"Really," said Ginny, grinning. She pulled him into a deep passionate kiss.

End Flashback.

But Voldemort had destroyed all that. Ginny slammed her fist down hard on the bed side table as the tears started to fall. This was not how it was supposed to be. Harry was supposed to kill Voldemort and they would all live happily ever after. But it hadn't worked out that way. Voldemort had killed Harry and now the world was in danger and there was nothing she could do about it.

'Nothing turns out happily ever after,' she thought angrily. 'Things like that only happen in stories, not real life. It's not fair!'

Ginny continued to cry and hit the bedside. After an hour or two she finally started to put her things in her trunk. She put in some clothes, a few spell books, and a photo album. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Ginny called. It was Ron.

"Ginny, it's dinner time," he said. "Oh, and Remus says you leave for California tomorrow." He turned and left.

It was time for Ginny to leave. Only Ron, Hermione, and Ryan were there. All of her other friends and family were dead (like her parents) or doing work for the order (like her brothers).

Ginny would be traveling to California by broom, namely, Harry's old Firebolt. If she started early and flew fast, it was estimated that she would get there by night fall. She would have taken the Floo network, except that was being watched by Death Eaters, and they could use it to find her. She couldn't apparate with Ryan in tow and it was beyond any of the Orders' skills to create a portkey for that distance. So she was taking a broom.

"You will owl us, won't you?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"Of course I will, Mione," Ginny answered. "You're the smartest witch ever and you couldn't figure that out?" She laughed and gave Hermione a hug. "I'll write to you every day. Though," Ginny added, "don't expect interesting news in every letter."

"O.K." said Ron with a straight face, "Every other letter then."

Ginny rolled her eyes and said exasperatedly, "Ron you're impossible!" He grinned. She knew he was just acting like that to cover up the fact that he was sad about her and Ryan leaving.

"Well I'd better go," Ginny said and she gave each of them a hug. "I'll miss you both."

"Bloody hell, Gin, I'll miss you too," said Ron, whose eyes were bright with unshed tears.

Ginny waved goodbye, mounted her broom and took off.

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