Et Ruat Caelum
By: fiSh
Summary:
When they finally meet. What words are left to say? Sorry? Your fault? I hate you? I love you? I missed you? Or will they say nothing at all…
A/N:
Okay.. Fine.. Im sorry for begging for readers… well… Im human but sorry anyway… please forgive me for being pathetic.. I'm just going through a pathetic time in my life don't you ever go through those.. Sorry again. I won't do that.. promise.. read on..
FS1: I'm so sorry.. but yes it is unfeortunately a Ginny/Harry fic.. but there will be Cho/Harry action since they are engaged... anyway Cho makes an appearance in Chapter Seven in a flashback scene (REMINDER the italicized font is flashbacks and dreams aytie?) so anyway Cho comes in on Chapter 8...
Wytil: thanks fr the advice.. peace
Smartstar247: aww... love yah! This Chapter's for you!
Disclaimer:
I own nothing.. But I wish I did!
Chapter 6
Hic Et Nunc
"Harry," Hermione muttered in an exasperated voice, "It's four in the morning. There's no time for joking around."
"I'm not joking." He cried out griping his sheets, "I had this dream."
"Harry." Ron said warningly his voice balling into fists.
"Ron just hear me out okay?" Harry pleaded, "I know why Ginny left."
"Harry!" Ron cried out, "You're talking about my dead sister! Dead! Ginny's dead so stop it!"
Hermione placed a hand on Ron's arm. Ron looked as if he were about to cry. Harry sighed.
"Tom was telling her things after she got thrown, things like, how we never cared for her. Things like how only tolerate her because she's your sister. Horrible things, they hurt Ginny and I felt it. I felt her."
"You're disgusting." He said shrugging off Hermione's hand, "My sister's dead Harry. Stop talking about her like that, she's dead!" he threw a pillow at Harry who quickly darted it, "You know what your problem is Harry! You could have saved her she would have been alive. If it wasn't for that stupid curse, spell. God Harry! Why couldn't you just love her? She was there for you Harry more so than Cho ever was put together! She gave up her life for you so stop with this bullshit!" Ron stood up glaring at Harry and walked out of the tent. Ron was really sensitive about his sister's death since he and Ginny were really close ever since they were young; Ron often blamed himself for her death driving her to the edge of offering her life for Harry. Harry was his best friend, she was his sister. Hermione had often told Ron that Ginny did it because she loved Harry more than anyone ever did.
Harry buried his face in his fists, "I'm telling you Hermione. She's alive." Hermione shook her head.
"Okay Harry, I believe you." She nodded pushing him into the bed and bringing up the blankets, "We're going home tomorrow. We can talk to Mrs. Weasley about this and then maybe Dumbledore and then maybe we'll send out a search warrant."
Harry closed his eyes and nodded, "Thank you Hermione." Hermione murmured something and then kissed his forehead.
"Sleep tight Harry." She whispered before slipping out of the tent.
Hermione found Ron sitting in front of the tree his legs bent and his chin on his knees as he tossed sand into the fire making it flicker and then burn brightly. Hermione's heart burned for Ron and she wanted to reach out and hug him. She quietly walked up to him and sat next to him, not moving or saying anything.
She tensed for a while and released a long shaky breath. He slipped his hand into hers and it was cold and wet, with tears. She lifted his hand to her face and kissed it. He turned to her, his big brown eyes glistening with tears. She tucked a strand of her behind her ears and smiled at him.
"He's just so impossible sometimes, you know?" Ron whispered shaking his head a bit.
"I know Ron. But Voldemort's dead and Harry hasn't had nightmares until now. Don't you think that… maybe… perhaps… he's telling the truth?" She asked looking into his eyes.
"I don't know 'Mione. I want to believe him I do. But we all know she's dead. Oh god, I wish she was here." He cried burying his face into her knees. She pursed her lips and stroked his hair.
"Oh Ron." She whispered as she bent down to kiss his hair. Then she felt his lips move against her knee, he mumbled something, "What Ron?"
"I love you Hermione," he said sitting up straight and looking into her eyes. She smiled her eyes starting to tear. She folded her knees under her so she could move closer to him she placed her hands on both sides of his cheek and leaned against his forehead. She bit her lower lip and smiled at him kissing him softly and gently on the lips.
"I love you too." She whispered before kissing him fully on the lips making him stumble a bit before he wrapped an arm around her waist as his other hand ran through her hair.
"What did the princess do mama?" Molly asked, "What did she do?" Molly tuned around to face her but Ginny placed both hands on the sides of her face to make her face forward.
"So the little mermaid took the knife in her hand and threw it overboard and with one last longing gaze at her sleeping prince she through herself into the waves become the foam of the sea. Then she was lifted up into the air and she became an angel." She said as she
braided the last ends of her daughter's hair. She shook Molly a little to tell her she was done and Molly giggled a bit before turning around.
"It's so sad mama." She whispered.
"Molly not all stories have a happy ending." Ginny said putting the brush down.
"Just like you and Uncle Harry right?" Molly asked.
Ginny grew quiet and smiled a little, "Yes. Just like me and Harry."
Ginny had just finished telling Molly a story about the Little Mermaid and Snow White while they sat in front of Ginny's tree. Molly started singing the Captain song that Estella had taught them and Ginny sang along.
"I'm a sailor from the sea. To come and see if you'd marry me, if you'd marry, marry, marry, marry if you'd marry me!" Molly sang as she danced around the cloth they sat on.
"I'll give you a pretty white dress to be the lady of my request, if you'll marry, marry, marry, marry, if you'll marry me!" Ginny sang in a low tenor voice making Molly laugh.
"I won't take that pretty white dress to be the lady of you're request, I won't marry, marry, marry, marry, I wont marry you!" Molly said as she waved her little finger in the air.
They sang together as they danced around the cloth laughing and giggling at each other's antics. They swirled and they swirled lost in their own little world singing the captain song.
"I'll give you a golden key to open the lock and get money if you'll marry, marry, marry, marry if you'll marry me!" Ginny sang loudly.
"I will take that golden key and open the lock to get money, will marry, marry, marry, marry, I will marry you!" Molly squealed jumping into her mother's arms.
Then they sang together, "Hahaha that is funny you love money but you don't love me! I won't marry, marry, marry, marry I won't marry you!" then the two of them flopped onto the cloth and laughed.
"Ginny! Molly!" a voice came from within the burrow, "Lunch time! Come take bath and eat!"
Mrs. Weasley had snapped them out of their so-called tranquil fun. They stood up dusted themselves and ran for the bathroom.
The two girls ate lunch their long red tresses damp and dripping leaving Mrs. Weasley perturbed but Mrs. Weasley knew better than to say anything for they all knew how stubborn Ginny' was.
"This lunch is glorious mum!" Ginny said gleefully as she bit into her mother's chicken potpie. Savoring each bit he took she contentedly watched her daughter stuff her face with food, which we call eating. Ginny wanted to tell Molly to slow down but it was so much fun to watch her daughter enjoy herself. She heard Mrs. Weasley clear her throat.
"Slowly now my little boggart." Ginny said firmly but gently in her own motherly tone.
Mrs. Weasley looked down at Ginny pride overcoming her and then she realized that today was the day that the three last adults of the Weasley house were coming back.
"Gin," she cleared her voice Ginny looked up her bright brown eyes smiling up at her, "They're coming back this afternoon." Ginny's face blanched and she cleared her throat.
"Well I suppose I am supposed to face them.. Uh.. Anyway right?" Ginny said softly as she rest her chin on her hand that was propped up by her elbow. She scratched her head and sniffed, "Oh what am I going to say to them mum?" she cried out burying her face in her arms.
"Tell them the very same thing you said to me." She said simply. Ginny looked up at her wide and for Mrs. Weasley she never looked more like a child cornered and not knowing what to do, vulnerable.
"W-w-w-what?" she stammered, "I can't… I mean.. I just.. it's Harry! Ron! I mean.." she threw her head back on the table groaning, "Mum, they must hate me!" Mrs. Weasley put a comforting hand on her shoulder and sighed.
"They miss you and love you far too much to hate you."
Ginny ran a hand through her wet hair and sighed, "I hope so." Ginny wondered what if her mother was not right? What if they yell at her? What would she do? After clearing her head and assured herself that everything would be all right she realized what would she say to the man she used to love for more than sixteen years?
Harry woke up to the sound of the wind blowing against the flaps of the tents. He lazy stretched and sat up rubbing sleep from his eyes. Searching the nightstand he hastily grabbed his glasses and climbed out of bed. Then his mind brought him to the events of the night before. The dream of Ginny, argument with Ron, and Hermione saying goodnight. Had they all really happened?
After taking a quick shower in the small bathroom in the tent he changed into some comfortable clothes and walked out of the tent searching for his two best friends. He saw them animatedly talking in front of the dead fire that was in black embers. They turned around as they heard a twig snap beneath his feet. Hermione smiled up at him definitely happier than the night before and Ron smiled wearily up at him.
"Sorry for snapping at you last night Harry," Ron said looking up at him staring straight into his eyes, "You know how touchy I am about Ginny. Well, I'm sorry." Harry raised his hand as if Ron didn't have to apologize and sat next to him on the log.
"I'm sorry for rubbing it in." Harry shrugged, "But you have to believe me, I wouldn't be getting dreams about Tom telling her stuff about us not caring for and that after the war we'd return to normal and she'd be invisible and all that stuff. It somehow fits into place. Tom could be the only reason why Ginny disappeared, her body wasn't found remember? I believe Ginny's alive." Harry said looking at the dying embers and kicked a twig.
"Let's say she is," Ron garbled, "What are you going to do then Harry?"
"I don't know tell her how sorry I am," he shrugged because he hadn't really thought about it.
"I'm sure, Ginny as I know her, she'd probably say something along the lines of, 'Well, if you did care for me why didn't you bother to look for me.' Ginny has a way of turning things around you know, she's a brat." Ron grinned sadly as he looked at his feet, Hermione slipped her hands into his and rested her chin on his shoulder.
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"What time is it?" Harry asked nonchalantly. Hermione gazed at her watch and her eyes went wide.
'I can't believe we missed lunch." She gaped, "It's half past three. Darn, now I realize I'm hungry. Want to go grab some lunch?" she asked.
"Oh please! I'm famished and not to mentioned parched." Ron said standing up as he dusted off his pants and extended his hand out to Hermione. Hermione grinned up at him and let him pull her up. They looked at Harry as he slowly stood up, adjusted his glasses and straightened out his jeans.
"Well?" he asked, "Shall we?" He smiled at them as he led them to the lunch bar down the hill near the Quidditch field.
"Gee whizzes! It's so bloody hot in Bulgaria!" Ron muttered as he fanned his face.
"Ronald!" Hermione whispered warningly at his choice of words. Ronald murmured something incoherently that sent Hermione into a whirlwind of why he shouldn't be cursing. Harry had left them standing halfway down the hill as he went to order some food.
"That is why I used to love being single." He muttered under his breath thinking of Cho. He knew the minute he saw her she'd say something about him not inviting her, and then start crying about how much she had missed him, oh how he dreaded going back to London.
Ginny ran a hand through her hair as Molly and her chased gnomes. It had seemed that the gnomes were rather fond of Molly, they had played several games of hide and seek and tag. Ginny grew tired and told Molly she would sit down on the bench and watch her instead Molly screeched a yes and resumed running after the small little men.
"I thought you'd like some lemonade." Her mother's voice said into her ear as she plopped down next her, folding her hands in her lap.
"Thanks mum!" Ginny smiled as she reached behind for a cold glass. They sat in silence as they watched Molly roll on the ground laughing. She heard her mother sigh.
"I'm surprised you let her run around like that, and sleep late." Mrs. Weasley said slightly disturbed. Ginny slid her hand into her mother's work worn hand and squeezed it.
"I am a bit lenient on Molly." Ginny sighed as she gazed at her daughter, "It's just that I feel like if I let her sleep earlier she'll wake up a day older than she had been. Molly's full of life, spirit, joy, those childish joys I used to have and I hate to have to take it away from her. I've spent these six years making up for the loss of a father, one who I don't want to have to mention. I just don't want her to grow up to fast the way Ron, Hermione, Harry and I had to."
"You've done a fine job of raising her Ginny." Mrs. Weasley sighed happily, "It's just so great having another little one in the house again."
"Thank you mum." Ginny said softly, "That is the nicest compliment I've ever gotten in my life. To be called a good mother is enough to make me die happy. Have I ever told you what a great mother you are?" Ginny asked gazing into her mother's eyes.
Mrs. Weasley smiled and kissed her daughters forehead and wrapped a motherly arm around her. Ginny rested her head on her mother's shoulder, "You've no need to tell me, and I've got seven proofs already." Ginny laughed a little and kissed her mother on the cheek.
Molly turned to them as soon as the gnomes fell tired beneath her feet. She smiled and ran towards her mother and grandmother launching herself into Mrs. Weasleys arms. Mrs. Weasley gave a hearty laugh as she picked up the child and bounced her on her lap. Ginny smiled and reached out to ruffle Molly's tuft of red hair.
"Hello my little boggart!" Ginny said smiling down at her daughter.
Molly looked up at her and smiled as she sat breathless on her grandmother's lap. Ginny offered her a glass of lemonade.
"Grazie mama!" Molly said as she sipped the lemonade.
"Wherever did she learn her exquisite Italian?" Mrs. Weasley asked regarding to what Molly had said.
"Oh she learned it from Estella. You know the woman I told you about, turns out she's Dumbledore's cousin. I wonder why she didn't tell him about me though, must have slipped. Anyway she had taught Molly how to speak Italian since she could talk. Molly's very good at it, she's actually very intelligent. I used to call her my golden girl then she threatened to throw an apple at me." Ginny laughed at that incident when Molly was five and she was singing the lyrics to one of her favorite plays that Estella had taken them to see, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Molly had been able to memorize the whole song just by listening to it, Ginny commented on her and then started calling her golden child, which for some reason thoroughly irritated her.
"She actually reminds me of everyone actually. She's got a little bit of everyone in her. Like for example she's got dad's interest for electricity, then she's got your streak for threatening people, then Bill's mathematical brains, then Charlie's love for dragons, then Percy's intellect, then the twins mischievous yet creative minds and Ron's love for eating, Hermione's love for reading and Harry's bravery. She's so much like me too and it's so surreal but nice you know." Ginny said fingering her daughter's hair.
"That's wonderful." Mrs. Weasley said burying her face in Molly's hair; "I think you two need to shower again!" she laughed and sent them upstairs.
Harry and his friend had managed to fix their stuff after eating lunch they were done around five and that gave them three and a half hours to sleep and rest. Hermione woke them up ten minutes to nine giving them enough time to wash up before heading up the path to portkey home.
They gathered around the poster and placed their hands on it. Anticipating the familiar tug behind their navels they fell into pitch-black darkness. Harry felt himself land on a soft tuft of grass and opened his eyes to the dark star filled sky and smiled, thought he has said that he didn't want to go home he was glad that he was home, safe at the burrow.
He turned to his side to Ron and Hermione laughing since she had landed on top of Ron.
"Not so graceful now are you Hermione?" Ron asked laughing. Hermione rolled her eyes as she rolled off Ron.
The three of them stood up and after dusting themselves off they headed into the Weasley house that had a fire lit up and dinner still lingering in the air. Their tummies had reminded them they were hungry and they made their way to the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley had her back facing the sink that she didn't see them enter. When Ron walked in and planted a kiss on her cheek she jumped and sent a dish flying and crashing to the floor. Muttering a 'reparo' spell the dish pieces flew back together and looked as if it had never been broken.
"Hello dears," she said in a strangled voice, "Didn't think you'd come home directly here." She stammered. Hermione raised a brow.
"Is something the matter Mrs. Weasley?" she asked as she sat in front of a set place.
Mrs. Weasley laughed and shook her, "Nothing dear! Nothing at all, you must be ravenous. Come and eat my chicken potpie." She said placing a hot pot on the table. Ron's eyes widened, his mother hadn't cooked that meal since Ginny had died.
"Mum you're not telling me something." Ron said his voice cracking. Just then there was a sound of feet running towards the kitchen.
"Hello grandmamma!" a voice called out from the door. The three young adults turned and looked down at the little girl who stood before them. Her long red hair wet and dripping from her shoulders, clad in a green nightdress that had a big cat smiling on it and her fluffy kitty slippers.
She stared up at them and her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. She backed away a little and stared.
Just then another sound of feet and laughter came down the steps. A tall red haired girl bent down to look at the little girl.
"You cheated-" she paused, "Molly what's wrong?"
Ginny had bathed with Molly in the shower and they stood in her room searching for some pajamas to wear. Molly had insisted on wearing her favorite pajamas that had been newly washed. Ginny hesitantly let her and climbed into her own baggy cotton pants and a tight black t-shirt that had 'Proud Mummy' in big white letters. She brushed out Molly's wet hair and then brushed her own before tying it up into a wet ponytail. Slipping into her slippers she challenged her daughter to a race and some hot cocoa.
Molly agreed and then smiled up at her mother.
"One, two," Ginny counted.
"What's that out the window!" Molly squealed. Ginny fell for it unfortunately and Molly ran out the door and down the steps.
As fast as her feet could carry her she made her way to the kitchen stopping at the doorway and greeted her grandmother.
Then she saw the three adults who stared wildly at her. She knew who they were and she knew her mother had feared them for some reason that she did not know, but what she did know was that they had hurt her. Molly's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped when she heard her mother come down the steps. She backed up and stared as the three pairs of eyes stared back at her.
Her one and only child had fooled her again. She shook her head and made her way down the steps skipping and laughing loudly. "Molly you little cheat!" she laughed and walked towards her daughter who stood by the doorway. She bent in front of her and said, "you cheated-" then she realized her daughter's face had blanched making her freckles stand out against her white skin, "Molly what's wrong?" she brushed Molly's hair out of her face and placed her palms on either sides and made her face, "Sweetie?" Molly's eyes kept staring ahead. Ginny stood up and whirled around coming face to face with the three people she knew she had to face but didn't want to. She felt the color from her face drain and her blood stop. Molly grabbed her mother's hand offering support.
"Ginny?" the three of them said at the same time.
ooh evil cliffie... hahaha... the title of this Chapter means "Here and Now..." need i say more?
A/N:
as usual read and review... done with chapter 7 working on Chapter 8.. might not post Chapter nine until next week because my fam and i are going to the beach... It's summer here in the Philippines.. wheee... so anyway thanks again for WYtil and FS1 im so sorry but your CHo/Harry fic is almost done... Smartstar and Lonesomelove love you two to bits.. mwah!