By: fiSh
Summary:
Finally in the comfort of her home she lies down on the grass remembering what made her the way she is. The memories that made her hate him and love him. She remembered why he had made the choice that led her astray. The arms of her child bring her back making her realize that not all of had died in the war.
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Wytil: yes... i know... it's so difficult to write what Harry's going to say since i am a girl and i've never actually had a boyfriend.. but that's my life story.. let's get on with Ginny's.. smile
oh yeah few fluffy sweet scenes here.. wink
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Chapter 5
Non Omnia Moriar
"Oh!" she whispered, "Well, it was to be expected." She smiled before standing up to head to her room.
"Ginny?" her father called after her.
"I'm okay." She called out to him, "I'm going to rest."
She climbed up the stairs that were new to her and into her room that, even if the whole house had changed its look, remained the same. She smiled and inhaled the strawberry scent that filled her nostrils and she jumped into her bed and slept, as she dreamed about her days at Hogwarts.
Ginny stared at the papers that lay in front of her, she pulled out each one of them and rolled them up neatly.
"Transfiguaration," she picked up the parchments and rolled them up and ties a neat red ribbon on it, "Check! Potions, check! History of Magic, check, DADA, check." She picked up the rolled parchments and stuck them in her bags and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm done!" she cheered silently, "Hooray Ginny!" she clapped and laughed to herself.
"Talking to oneself is one of the major signs that one is going Mad." A voice laughed behind her. She whirled around to see Harry standing behind her grinning. She smiled and stood up.
"Hello Harry." She whispered trying to find the strength not to blush and collapse into the chair.
"Hello Ginny." He said walking towards her. Things have been going well surreal and nice between them ever since the day they had danced in their yard.
'Why are you- oh!" she said snapping her mouth shut. She had realized why he was up; his scar must've been bothering him again. She slumped into the chair praying it would open up and eat her alive, she smacked herself on the forehead.
'It's okay." Harry said sitting next to her, "So how's school lately?" he asked looking at her stuff that was scattered around the table. Ginny jumped and began fixing her stuff.
"Uhm.. it's uhm… schoolish!" she said quickly, "Professor Mcgonagall is teaching us how to morph. Snape is well he's Snape. Oh! Yeah and I saw Malfoy the other day he still hasn't completely forgiven me for hexing him, which worked incredibly well. Then he started muttering about how he'd get revenge and that there were things, evil things going to happen this year. Well I just shrugged and said, yes but we'll win. And I skipped away because Malfoy really hates that, skipping I mean, and being ignored, and it was so funny beca-…" she stopped to see Harry staring at her amused.
"Sorry." She whispered. Harry sat up and he put a hand on her arm.
"Why?"
"I just," she paused trying to figure out why she was sorry, "It's just that well, when I'm around you… i… I don't know.. I tend to… well… I don't know what to do with myself. It's really funny because I usually find something witty to say, that's what Michael liked about me before he gone and ran off with Cho… sorry…" she muttered silently cursing herself.
Harry just laughed and smiled at her. She gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Well if you're just going to sit there and make fun of me, I'll just go on up and bang my head against the wall for being incredibly stupid." She muttered angrily as she got up and grabbed her bag. She was about to take a step when a force on her arm made her fall back into the couch and hit something solid.
"Ow!" she cried out as she bit her tongue, "I bit muh tung!" she said sticking her tongue out trying to look at her bleeding tongue. She began to wave her hands in front of her tongue as if air would make it okay.
"I'm sorry!" Harry said and pushed her off him so he could take a look, Hold still I want to see if it's deep."
"Deep?" Ginny shrieked, "Oh goh I may neber be able to talk proferly again and it's going to be all you're pault!" she said with her tongue still sticking out.
"Oh darn, it's one of my favorite reasons why I like you." Harry muttered with a hint of laughter in his voice. Ginny's eyes went wide as she sucked in her tongue. She tasted blood and wrinkled her nose in disgust she stuck out her tongue again.
She made a sound as if she was asking him what he meant.
"I like you Ginny," he whispered his face inches from hers as his eyes stared into her soul as if he was reading her heart.
She smiled with her tongue still stuck out making Harry laugh at her.
"SO," Harry shrugged still looking at her, "you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday?"
Ginny nodded slowly because she was still thinking dazed that this must be a dream. She shook her head and then nodded again when Harry looked at her wildly. She sucked in her tongue and smiled at him.
"Yes," she said slowly, "I'd love to!" she grinned and hugged him. After pulling away from him she looked into his eyes trying to see if he was sincere.
He inched forward their noses grazing each other. Ginny realized he was going to kiss her. She jumped back making Harry look at her a bit hurt.
"Bloody tongue!" she panicked and pointed at her tongue, "Bloody tongue."
Harry laughed and then tugged on her hand making her sit back on the couch closer to him than she had ever been. Her eyes went wide, so wide that Harry found himself actually smitten with her wide-eyed innocence.
"I don't want my first kiss to be with a bloody tongue!" she said quickly, Harry looked at her questioningly and she read his mind, "No Michael never kissed me and I never dated Dean."
Harry smiled at her and kissed her softly on the lips making her squeak with surprise. He pulled away from her and she was so sure she had a on a goofy smile and that she was positively unacceptably absolutely blushing from her neck to the tips of her ears and the roots of her hair.
"Okay." He said simply as he leaned back on the seat and settled next to Ginny. He slipped his hands into her making her jump as if he had burned her.
"Sorry," she whispered, "I'm just in a state of shock. Am I dreaming?" she blurted out stupidly before she could stop herself.
Harry shook his head and slipped his hand into hers again. She smiled as she gazed at him. That moment was probably the most embarrassing moment ever and she knew she would never live it down but that made all the difference. Because no matter how much of a fool she made herself that night Harry had said he liked her, he liked her silly antics, he liked how she didn't know how to behave around him, he liked the way she blushed, he liked the way she couldn't control her mouth.
Harry had admitted he liked her and Ginny couldn't believe it that she was finally able to say.
"My Harry." She whispered. He turned to her and blushed and it was then she realized that she had loved him that she was in love with him.
Harry stretched and yawned the game had been postponed to 6 am the next day because some of the players had begun to droop, rumors say that the Bulgarian team had put sleeping drought in their water jug. So the judges had called the game off in mid-play the score being 850-680 with the London team winning.
"I could've sworn I saw that Viktor Krum look alike slip into the tent!" Ron said nodding his head as he and his girl friend began to argue once more.
"Okay! Okay!" Harry cried out exasperated, "You two stay out here and have you're little lover's spat and fight like dogs, I don't care just let me get some sleep!" he murmured angrily.
"Goodnight Harry." Hermione said smiling at him as he retreated into the tent.
"Night mate!" Ron called out after, "Don't wait up!" he said laughing.
Harry grinned before falling into the soft cushioned bed and closed his eyes to sleep. He rolled over as his breathing began to adjust thus making his eyes droop.
CRACK!
The lightning slashed across the windowpanes making Harry jump a little bit. He was up late again because he couldn't sleep, Voldemort was haunting his dreams again and occlumency didn't seem to work. This was a sign that Voldemort's powers were getting stronger.
CRACK!
Harry leaned back into the safety of the couch as he gazed out the window. He closed his and tried to sleep, tried to drown out the sound of thunder and the crack of lightning. He couldn't sleep, he could still hear the thunder roll and from behind his eyelids he saw the lightning dance across the window slightly blurry. Then he knew there was someone in the room.
CRACK!
Strawberry scent filled his nose as he inhaled it. He heard her voice call out to him; she was already sitting in front of his sleeping form. Well she had thought he was asleep.
CRACK!
His body had jumped to the sound that terrified him. Ginny smiled that for some one who seemed so brave and was able to beat the dark Lord he was afraid of the storm. He felt her warm hands graze across his forehead brushing his hair out of his eyes.
CRACK!
The storm didn't make him move. Ginny smiled and was flattered that he wasn't scared as long as she was there with him. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. He grabbed her wrist making her jump back.
"Ginny.." he murmured with his eyes still shut tight.
"I'm here." She whispered, "I'm always here Harry."
He nodded slowly, his eyes still shut tight. She became quiet for a moment as if she wasn't breathing. Then she lifted his hand and the couch seemed to shift, she had climbed in next to him, her body was so small that the couch was still big for the two of them. She brought his arms around her waist and inched her closer to him. Her small arms wrapped around his body as she brought her face closer to his.
CRACK!
He opened his eyes and green met brown. Her eyes looked deep into his soul, Harry had thought she would be disgusted that Harry-the Boy-who-bloody-lived was afraid of the storm. But not Ginny, he knew Ginny loved him but love was such a deep word for him and it would be unfair if he said those words to Ginny.
"Close your eyes and sleep Harry," she whispered, her sweet breath danced across his lips, "I won't leave you with your nightmares, 'til the storm blows over and even after the storm I'll still be here by your side. Close your eyes. Sleep Harry." She whispered. Harry did just that.
crack
Ginny's breathing drowned the storm out as he felt her heart beat against his chest. He brought her closer so that their noses touched each other. She was singing something in a soft voice. With one hand beneath her head and the other softly caressing Harry's cheek.
"Goodnight my someone goodnight my love. Sleep tight my someone, sleep tight my love. The stars are shining so bright tonight, so goodnight my someone goodnight." She kept caressing his face until his breathing relaxed.
For the first time in his life no nightmares came.
Ginny woke up feeling more relaxed than she had ever felt for the last eight years. She found Molly was asleep beside her. She must have climbed into bed after having fun with Fred and George. Ginny turned over and stared lovingly at her sleeping daughter's face. She brushed the hair away and kissed the nose that was just like hers and then the forehead and then her soft little lips.
"Molly sweetie." She whispered, "Time to get up. Nonna's cooked us a wonderful breakfast. And you know what? We don't have to get dressed for it." She said smiling.
Molly's eyes fluttered open, "We don't?" she murmured and then yawned.
"No, love we don't" she said turning over and then climbing out of bed and putting on her fluffy bunny slippers. She walked to her closet and reached into it pulling out a small pair of fluffy kitty slippers that were pink and belonged to her when she was eight.
"Oh! Kitty slippers!" Molly squealed jumping out of bed and trying them on.
Ginny opened the door and took a whiff of the air. Bacon and rice. Molly smelled it too and ran past her mother down the stairs.
Ginny shut the door and skipped down the stairs the way she used to. She felt herself smile as she remembered how breakfast was like when she was a kid, full and happy. She waltzed into the kitchen to find her mother helping Molly into a chair.
"Morning mum!" she cried out.
Mrs. Weasley looked up and smiled at her daughter, "I cooked bacon you're favorite."
"I know!" Ginny said smiling. Ginny sat down on her chair and began eating her food.
"So what do you girls have in store for today?" Mrs. Weasley asked referring Ginny and Molly. Ginny paused for a second and looked at Molly. She smiled at her daughter who looked up at her from her plate, her mouth full.
"Oh nothing really." Ginny shrugged carelessly, "Maybe I'll take her to see Diagon Alley and then we'll go to Hogsmeade or something. Would you like that honey?" She said turning to Molly, "Do you want to see that magic school I always tell you about?"
"Boy! Do I ever!" Molly said enthusiastically nodding her head.
"So that's our plan." Ginny shrugged.
"Don't you," Mrs. Weasley stopped, "Want to stay at home? You know, you just got home."
"Don't worry mum." Ginny assured, "I'm so happy to be home, but I want to show Molly around. She always wanted to see Hogwarts. We'll be home before dinner though and tomorrow, we'll stay tomorrow. I promise."
"Okay." Mrs. Weasley nodded, "You girls better get ready, you've got a long day ahead of you."
The two girls brought their dishes to the sink and rushed upstairs talking excitedly about their plans for the day.
Harry woke up feeling refreshed dreaming about Ginny had been refreshing. He couldn't find the words to say as to why he felt refreshed. Then he shook the thoughts of Ginny out of his head and stretched. He realized then, that he was engaged to Cho. Harry was happy with Cho, but why did it feel like he lacked the feeling.
Harry looked at the watch on his wrist it was five thirty and he realize that there was a game at six. He rushed out of the tent to find Hermione and Ron sitting against the tree trunk right beside their tent sleeping in each other's arms. It would have looked romantic for Harry had it not been his two best friends who, in the past were constantly bickering and are now all over each other. He walked forward and nudged Ron with his feet.
"Mphrmione.." he murmured, "Five moure hours please!" he begged sleepily.
"Uh okay!" Harry yelled nonchalantly, "But if you miss the game don't tell me I didn't warn you!"
With that Ron's eyes snapped open and he blinked a few times as if he couldn't get them to open.
"Hello!" Ron muttered bashfully as he looked up at Harry.
"Nice." Harry said simply, "Come on you two, get up!" he turned around and headed to wash up.
Harry stared at the sink as the water splashed into it. He felt like there was something missing and he couldn't point as to what it was. He loved Cho, he really did but it seemed she couldn't fill what he was missing. He looked up at himself in the mirror staring long and hard. He looked at his green eyes as they stared back at him. It confused him; he wanted to get down to the bottom of this, whatever he was feeling, sort it out. He gripped the sink.
'Could it be?' He asked himself, 'Ginny…'
He shook his head thinking he had gone mad. He bent down and splashed some water on his face feeling the cold he felt refreshed. He wiped his face with the clean white towel that hung next to the sink and turned around to come face to face with Ron.
"Hey mate!" Ron chirped, "We were wondering where you've gone off to."
Harry sighed, he was slightly jealous of Ron and Hermione. Not because Ron had Hermione but because they shared something with each other that no one else had, Harry didn't know what it was, maybe it was all the bickering but there was something in the way they looked at each other. It was as if the whole world around them had vanished and they were standing on a high mountain just the two of them.
"I just went to wash up," he said not really lying, "I've been getting headaches that's all."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Hermione asked suddenly popping out of nowhere.
"Yeah," he muttered, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Hermione smiled and wrapped an arm around each boy and smiled, "Well let's hope London wins!" she smiled. Ron beamed down at her and murmured something like 'You know I really do love you!' Hermione blushed and Harry just chuckled.
"Mama!" Molly cried, "mama look it has your name on it. It says you're a hero!" she said pointing at the silver plaque that hung on the wall she had shattered. She closed her eyes as all the horrible memories ran through her mind.
"They thought I was dead." She whispered.
Molly pinched her arm and smiled up at her as she jumped back and squealed, "You're very much alive!" she giggled softly. Ginny laughed and scooped the girl up in her arms and twirled her around.
"You know you're so smart." Ginny said smiling at her child as she began to walk away from the wall, "I love you my little boggart!" she said mentioning Molly's nickname. She had called Molly a boggart because when she was little the word ridiculous seemed to amuse her. When Molly was three she was sitting on the highchair that David had built for her and then Estella had said that Ginny was being ridiculous for not wanting to keep the highchair. Then Molly started laughing and laughing and then Estella repeated the word and Molly kept laughing and giggling and squealing. Molly was a strange child but she was a Weasley after all.
"I love you too mama bear!" she hugged her mother's neck tightly.
They skipped into the kitchen and sat down dutifully into there seats. Mrs. Weasley waltzed into the kitchen and smiled as she saw the two eating hungrily.
"How was your day?" she asked as she kissed them on the forehead.
"Mama showed me her school. Is it true my mama's a hero?" she asked before putting another forkful into her mouth.
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley sighed as she looked at her daughter, "Your mama is very much a hero and when everyone finds out, she's going to be a celebrity."
Mrs. Weasley reached over to pull her daughters head to her and kiss her hair. She looked proudly at her daughter and looked like she was about to burst into tears when the door slammed open and a shuffle of feet rushed in.
"Ginny!" a familiar voice called out.
"Gingin!" another familiar voice.
"Ginny!" and another.
She felt tears come to her eyes. She whirled around in her chair and came face to face with her three older, older brothers. Bill looked older but he was a bit muscular and Charlie was still as handsome as ever, and Percy didn't look so geeky anymore.
"Bill! Charlie! Perce!" she cried out running towards them like a little girl she wrapped her arms around the three of them at once who hugged her back with the same force. She buried her face in one of their chests and started to cry. They pushed her back to look at her face.
"Oh my god!" Bill cried as tears of his own fell down his face.
"You're really here." Charlie whispered tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears.
"Alive, our only baby sister!" Percy cried out dramatically.
"Yes, I Am." She cried through her tears, "I thought… I tho-thought-.. I SAW.. I saw you, all of you dead. I thought you all died. You were all dead. That's why I left. I'm so sorry!" she cried leaning against Charlie who stood in the middle. Percy and Bill patted her back as Charlie held her in his arms.
"Oh Ginny." Charlie murmured into her hair.
They stood there the four of them in each other's arms crying as their parents watched them lovingly. Molly looked at them eyeing them carefully and smiled.
Charlie looked up from Ginny's head and saw Molly looking up at them.
"Who's that?" he asked.
"Oh!" Ginny cried out and wiped her eyes she pulled Molly to her side, "This is my daughter."
Another very long emotional talk and catching up had passed, and it was even longer than when Ginny had talked to her parents. She felt so emotionally drained but very happy. Molly had fallen asleep on her lap and as soon as her brothers had all kissed her and hugged her goodnight she slowly and gently carried up Molly to bed.
After changing Molly into her nightclothes and tucking her in she quickly changed into hers and climbed in next to her daughter. Molly snuggled closer to her mother and tucked her head under Ginny's chin. Ginny smiled comfortably and closed her eyes as sleep drifted over her.
"I must admit you win. That decretum spell was good, your side wins if they say the final lines. But let me tell you this little Ginny, once this war is over. You're as good as dead."
"Your words are poison!" she spat evilly.
"But it's true, when have I ever lied to you. My Ginny?" he asked murmuring her name, "You know Harry could never love you. Ron doesn't even know you're there. Hermione is a know-it-all mudblood and you are nothing! Nothing, I say. And you never will be!"
"That's not true!" she yelled, "they're my friends!"
"They used you! They don't care for you!" he laughed evilly, "Now you loose the only one who cared, ME!"
Harry thrashed wildly in his bed. He jumped up as his eyes snapped open. There was a small mumble of words and then a bright light.
"Harry?" Hermione called out.
"Mate? Is something the matter?" Ron was worried.
"It's Ginny!" he said quickly "She's alive."
The Chapter title means, "Not all of me will die". This signifies that when Ginny left or when TOm had said all those mean nasty stuff she knew that not all of her would die. When she had found out that Harry was getting married to Cho she felt a small part of her die yet not all of her died... You get the picture..
A/N:
review review... im working on CHapter Seven already.. i won't post chapter six unless i have plenty reviews! mwah and please those who know Harry/Ginny shippers please tell them to ead my story.. i'd appreciate it much.. please and thank you! hugzZz