A/N – We've made it people! This is the official half-way point of the fic. Sorry for the delay with it too, I had a number of things happening. My internet was down, my grandpa went to hospital and I was ill myself. Anyway, enjoy this chapter because it's one of my favourites and review because I'd love you to. Oh yes, and welcome back luvhp224 everyone D
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Ch 14 – Falling Down
Dedication: Lizzie Weasley for visiting my LJ too many times to count. Thanks girl!
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Last chapter:
"Come quick, something terrible has happened. It's the twins." She said in a choked voice.
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I am falling down
Try and stop me
Feels so good to hit the ground
You can watch me
Fall right on my face
It's an uphill human race
And I, I am falling down
Avril Lavigne – Falling Down
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Mrs Weasley's head vanished quickly from Ginny's fireplace, returning to the Burrow. Ginny sucked in a huge, troubled breath and sent a scared, wide-eyed look at Harry.
"Go," He urged her, getting up and pulling her gently up by the arm. Ginny looked at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. You never could tell with Harry though; he had always been introverted, so much so that people used to call him rude.
"You come, too," She said pleading.
"I-I'm not part of the family," Harry said. He felt like he was, though, even after years of separation.
"Harry, you have to come. You're on the clock," Ginny begged, speaking about the family clock. "You are part of the family, always have been."
"We need to go now then," Harry said gruffly, but Ginny could tell what she had said about him being family had gone straight to his heart. "Fred and George could be hurt." Ginny's eyes darkened, and she sent him another worried look.
"They couldn't be, could they?" she asked.
"Come on, let's go," Harry said, getting ready to Apparate.
"I – I can't App- I have to use Floo," Ginny said, going red. Her disability to Apparate always hindered her. She wished so much she could not be afraid of doing it.
"Well, Floo then," Harry said quickly, heading over to the fireplace, holding her around the shoulders, like she could collapse again at any moment. His face was terse and worried about what had happened to the twins. Ginny nodded and allowed herself to be lead over to the fireplace, her heart beating anxiously for her brothers.
Harry grabbed some powder and threw it onto the fire and then gestured for Ginny to go, his eyes wide with worry. Ginny nodded and shouted 'The Burrow!' into the fire and stepped in. She coughed a few seconds later as she stumbled into the kitchen of her old house, her eyes burning slightly from the smoke and the sensation of zooming through fireplaces.
A crack beside her announced Harry's arrival. She breathed in and out, short and shallow breaths. She would have thought it would have been easy to find her family but not a sound came from the normally exuberant house; even the mood was dampened. She glanced over at the clock; all the worries of the morning had zoomed off, forgotten for now in light of this new problem. Everyone except Hermione's hand pointed to 'home', leaving Ginny even more anxious.
A whisper and a cry of despair answered her question, they were in the living room. Harry gave Ginny a gentle push forward. "You should go in,"
"What about you?" Ginny whispered.
"I'll come if I'm needed," Harry answered. He felt so uncomfortable; he didn't know what to say or do around Ginny, he never did. He felt so unlike his real self. But that was what he couldn't figure out: which side of him was his real self?
Ginny nodded and silently slid into the living room, leaving Harry by himself.
Or so he thought.
"Hi," said a low, female voice. Harry whipped around, startled.
"Hello Catherine," he answered. She gave him a smile.
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The thing that surprised Ginny the most when she entered the living room wasn't the dismal, strained atmosphere suffocating the room, nor the sad looks upon her family. It was the fact that her family was all there, every single one of them. This was highly unusual, apart from when Mrs Weasley forced them over for a family dinner. Each was there, from Mr Weasley leaning on the armrest of the couch to Ron sitting on the couch and staring grimly at the twins.
Perhaps the biggest shock to Ginny was actually seeing the twins; they had no smiles on their faces, their usually humorous and twinkling eyes were ashamed and upset and they looked, oddly, like little boys again. She stopped two steps into the room, her eyes darting from her parents to each of her brother's in turn. No one spoke. Ginny shivered involuntarily; it was obviously bad.
"Tell me-tell me what's wrong." She said shakily, her voice rising. "Now, tell-tell me now." Everyone's heads slowly turned towards the twins, clearly saying without words that they were the ones who had to speak. Ginny gulped as she turned her eyes on her brothers, not sure of how much more damage she could take right now with everything going wrong.
Fred wordlessly handed her a letter, his eyes not meeting her confused ones and sat back down. A letter; the last thing in the world she wanted to read or touch. She had enough letters at home covering her kitchen table. Ginny looked at him a second longer before lowering her head to read the letter.
Dear Messer's Frederick and George Weasley,
We have received intelligence that you performed illegal use of the Spinnus Charm at approximately twenty-seven minutes past ten in the morning today on Mr Peterson. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Safety of Underage Wizards has resulted in a hearing on the fifth of November to determine your punishment for this crime. You should consider yourself banned from operating number ninety-three, Diagon Alley, Weasley's Wizarding Wheeze's.
Have a lovely weekend!
Yours Sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
Ginny raised horrified eyes to her brothers. Her shaking hands were causing the letter to quiver slightly. "W-what did you do?" she whispered, face chalk white.
George gulped. "Well Gin, we didn't mean for the experiment to work that. . . well." He began, his freckles standing out against his pale skin.
"That well? Do you have any idea how important Mark Peterson is in the Ministry? He could have you locked up for this!" Ginny shouted, causing everyone in the room to jump and take a small step backwards.
Fred muttered something incoherent, speaking to the floor.
"What?" Ginny asked, blinking rapidly.
"Not Mark, his son." Fred said in an agitated whisper, still looking at the floor.
"Tommy." George added, like they had no idea who 'Mark's son' was, or that the child wasn't already causing trouble for Ginny.
Ginny breathed in and out deeply, trying not to explode. "What. Did. You. Do?" she asked slowly and deliberately, clamping her eyes shut and waiting for the answer to hit her.
"Well, we were just working in the shop and it was-" George began.
"- like any other day in Diagon Alley," Fred interrupted.
"FRED!" Ginny yelled, clenching her fists so tight that her nails were cutting the palms of her hands.
"Right," George, seemingly unaffected by his sister's outburst. "And well, he just strutted into the store, knowing full well who we were, knowing exactly who our sister was and-"
"Little brat had the guts to order us around," Fred muttered. Ginny glared at him but she didn't yell again, knowing her brother's frustration.
"Yeah and well, that didn't really sit well with us, see?" George asked.
"Well no, I don't see! He's just a kid, and you are supposed to serve customers." Ginny answered, staring at her brother intently.
"He wasn't a customer!" Fred interjected. "He was. . . he was. . . a." he trailed off.
"Customer?" Ginny asked sarcastically. "But that's not the point. What did you do to him?" she asked worried.
"Er, well. Maybe we banged him around a bit and er-"
"A bit?" Mrs Weasley suddenly shrieked from where she was sitting and watching. "The child is in St Mungo's, George," She said acidly. "And it's your fault. Both of you. If you hadn't been so stupid, trying to get back at him for Ginny then. . ." she too trailed of, a note of danger in her voice.
"I can handle my own situations!" Ginny yelled, she then closed her eyes again. Don't yell, don't yell. Just try to figure out exactly what happened. "Just tell me what you did." She said a bit more calmly, though her voice was still terse.
"Well, we uh, spun him around a bit." George answered uncomfortably.
Ginny gulped. "In the air?" she whispered incredulously. This was getting worse and worse.
"Yes," came George's whispered and almost inaudible answer.
"Oh Merlin, what were you thinking?" Ginny asked in despair. "Did you hurt him badly?"
"Well, there were a few b-bruises. . . and cuts." George looked like he was debating on whether to speak further. "And er, broken bones."
"Just a few! Besides, we could tell he was putting it on!" Fred cut in angrily.
"Anything else?" Ginny asked instantly, ignoring Fred.
"Well, he could be a bit unconscious." George said uneasily, shooting a look at his twin that plainly said help me.
"As in. . . coma?" Ginny asked, feeling even sicker.
"Er, coma is-is a strong word. I was thinking more. . . asleep. . . for an abnormal amount of time." Fred said uncomfortably.
"You put him in a coma?" Ginny shrieked, pulling on her hair in anger. "Oh Fred. . . George!"
"We did it for you! We couldn't stand him there smirking, knowing how much trouble he's got you in!" Fred argued.
"And there was no one else around." George added, looking shamefaced at this.
"So you put him in hospital?" Ginny whispered dangerously.
"He's faking it! Just like he faked it with you!" Fred objected.
"This is going to be huge in the papers; they're going to think I put you up to this to get Tommy back!" Ginny yelled back. "Did you think about that?"
Fred and George looked horrified. "No … they wouldn't. It was us; we did it," George said with no hope.
"Do you think that'll stop Bree Warren? Did you stop to think how this would affect your family?"
"We didn't think-"
"I know, and now we're going to face the consequences. Dad will face have to face Mark Peterson at work; you know that won't be easy for him. Mark has the power to fire Dad. I'll be gossiped about even more, especially because of today's papers."
"Dad won't. . . you. . . what? What are the papers saying about you?" George asked, looking curiously afraid.
"I'll let you see for yourself," Ginny replied coolly.
"I meant to ask you about that Ginny," Mrs Weasley began. "Those pictures, they were fake, right? Made up?"
"I'm not having an affair with Harry, Mum, I-I barely like the guy," Ginny said haltingly. This wasn't true; she did like Harry –as a friend- but it would help things if her family didn't know that. She didn't see the dark head disappear from the side of the doorway when she said this, nor the small intake of breath from that person's lungs.
"Your sister is right, boys," Mr Weasley said, looking at Fred and George with a disappointed expression. "This was wrong, and it won't be the last we'll hear of it, even after the hearing. And she's right because," Mr Weasley gave a heavy sigh. "I've already been sent a letter from Mark Peterson. He's less than pleased, I have to meet him today."
Mrs Weasley gave a startled gasp, facing her husband. "No Arthur, please tell me you're not."
"I'm sorry Molly; I'm under a close eye," Mr Weasley said, reaching out and holding his wife's shoulder gently.
"Oh Arthur, we can't afford this. Not now," Mrs Weasley said with obvious distress, putting her hand over her husband's as the lines of her face creased with worry.
"I know, but we must bear it," He said, giving a small, fond smile to his wife. She nodded mutely, sighing. She cast another questioning look at her daughter, clearly wanting to ask her about the paper, but she chose not to say anything. Mrs Weasley was smart enough to know when not to bring up something like that at a time like this.
Ron suddenly stood up. "I have to see Hermione," he said quietly, the pop he made as he Disapparated was almost as soft. Ginny nodded, hoping they could work things out. She backed out into the kitchen, knowing she had to work her own problems with Jason out. Their wedding was soon, meaning they couldn't fight with each other.
The last thing she expected to see was Catherine and Harry together in the kitchen. They weren't kissing or anything, but Catherine was very close to Harry, only centimetres away from his face, and her finger was stroking his cheek. Harry looked awkward, but his face was slightly entranced. Ginny gave a small 'oh!' of surprise, causing both of Harry and Cath's faces towards her.
"I was just going." Ginny said quickly, almost running over to the fireplace in order to escape the house. She threw the Floo powder over the fire, quickly stepping in and shouting her destination. She bit her lip, upset but not perfectly sure why. The last thing she saw was Harry's green eyes before she was tumbling through hundreds of fireplaces.
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Ron stepped cautiously through the doorway, hearing the sounds of someone sobbing quietly. He knew it was Hermione, crying for reasons he did and didn't know. He walked through their flat, coming to a stop at the bedroom. He pushed the wooden door, pausing when he heard it make a small creak. Hermione hadn't noticed his obvious presence, and he was upset to see that she was packing, clearly going to her parents.
"Where are you going?" he asked, coming forward and looking hurt. "Why are you leaving me?" Hermione gave a yelp and spun round, breathing heavily through wet eyes.
"W-why are you here?" she asked, pain evident in her face and voice. "You can't. . . shouldn't be here. Not near me," Ron swore and crossed the distance between them in a second, hugging her fiercely.
"I can't not be near you. I love you, always have. I'm sorry I was such a - well I was a git before, but I was just shocked and upset you didn't tell me sooner." Ron managed out, not letting go. Hermione allowed herself to be surrounded by him, her eyes drying slightly.
"I knew how much you wanted children," She whispered.
"Not as much as I want you," Ron looked at her. "Not as much as I need you, Mione. I need you more than anything, because I love you."
"You've said that." Hermione said, but she was smiling.
"And I'll say it again!" Ron shouted. "I love you!" he turned and leant out the window. "I love Hermione! I love her!" Hermione heard a few shouts back and giggled beside herself. Ron had that effect on her.
"Ron." She tugged on her husband, who was still leaning out the window making rude gestures at the people who had made impolite comments about his proclamation seconds earlier. "Ron, leave it."
He leaned back in and grabbed her hands. "I love you." He said seriously. Hermione examined his face carefully, looking for a sign that he wasn't being completely true. But there was none; she should have known he would love her just as much.
"I love you too." She said before pulling him into a kiss. They made their way over to the bed, glad to finally be together again.
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"Jason?" Ginny called softly after arriving in her fiancée's mansion.
No answer.
"Jason?" she called again, louder this time. There was a tremor in her voice, owing to the fact that she was very nervous. She wasn't sure how this conversation was going to go. "Jason!"
A woman appeared at the door, a startled expression on her face. "I'm sorry Ma'am, but Jason is out at the moment."
"Thank-you Trac," Ginny replied to the middle-aged maid, who inclined her head back. "Do you know where he went by any chance?"
"I'm not positive, but I am fairly certain he went out for a stroll," The maid answered. Ginny nodded, this was normal. Jason always went out and bought a coffee and strolled around a park. His 'thinking time'.
"Thank-you very much," Ginny said quickly, before turning back to the fireplace and grabbing a handful of Floo powder.
"A pleasure," Tracy said politely, smiling. She turned and walked out of the room, humming to herself. Ginny gave the retreating woman's back a fond glance before shouting "Diagon Alley!" and stepping into the fire.
As usual, the place was a mad rush of people running everywhere, surrounded by children, most heading in the direction of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. Ginny headed to the Leaky Cauldron, trying to make herself unnoticeable in the crowds. No doubt she would be verbally abused by an avid reader of the Which Witch magazine for "cheating" on Jason if she was recognized. She walked out of the Leaky Cauldron with no hassles, heading into Muggle London – where she knew Jason would be.
She came to the park that Jason always went too, the coffee shops crowding the opposite side of the road. It was a cool day but the sun was shining on her skin and warming her up slightly. She walked into the park, passing the fountain filled with splashing, excited children and going by the huge oak tree in the centre of the park. She could see him already, standing by the edge of the lake, holding a cup of the disgusting tea she hated that he was always drinking. She made her way towards him, dreading the conversation and what she was about to do.
He saw her before she reached him. He gave a weak, sad smile and didn't say anything. Ginny sighed; this wasn't going to be easy. If he had started yelling it would have been easy, but he wasn't, which was going to make it hard.
"Hi," She said, coming to an uncertain stop in front of him.
"Hello," Jason said tiredly. "I don't know how you always know where I am."
"I came to say th-"
"I don't want another yelling match Gin, because that seems to be what all our conversations are made of lately," Jason cut in, staring out at the lake determinedly.
"I. . . I know Jason. I haven't been myself lately and, please don't believe what the papers are saying," Ginny begged him.
"I don't want to Gin, but pictures can't lie," Jason said, still not looking at her.
"I would never hit a child," Ginny said strongly, a faint note of pleading in her tone.
"I know you wouldn't, but that doesn't explain why Tommy Peterson would lie like that! I work with Olivia and Mark. The damage I could do by opposing them or getting angry at them is endless. I would definitely lose my job."
"But what about me?" Ginny asked him, feeling small. "The papers have turned everyone against me, and now the rest of my family because of Fred and George."
"You know the papers; they always want the big news. That doesn't mean eve-" Jason stopped abruptly. "What. . . what do you mean 'because of Fred and George?'" he asked quietly.
Ginny gulped. She hadn't meant for that to slip out. "Uh, well there was an incident."
"What did they do?" Jason said quickly, grabbing her hand.
"Well," Ginny tried to think of a lie, but she had no choice except to say what had happened. "Fred and George played a dangerous joke on a customer."
"A child?"
Ginny sighed. "Yes."
"Who?" Jason asked instantly; he was looking at her very intently.
"I'll tell you, but you have to promise you'll believe I had nothing to do with it. Nothing." Ginny pleaded. "It was just coincidence it was him."
"Oh, Merlin. It was Tommy. Tommy Peterson, wasn't it?" Jason asked his face white.
"Yes," Ginny said miserably. He let go of her hand, letting it flop back at her side.
"Oh Ginny, oh jeez. This is bad. Have you spoken to him or anything? Visited his house? Talked to Mark or Olivia?"
"I c-can't."
"Well why not?" Jason asked tensely. Ginny could tell from his expression, though, that he had an idea as to what the answer would be.
"He's in St Mungo's," Ginny said weakly. Jason's fingers tightened around the cup, making it crack.
"Is it bad?" he whispered.
"He's, um, unconscious," Ginny stammered.
"Oh no," Jason looked horrified. "They put him in a coma?"
"Well, coma is a very strong word," Ginny said, taking a leaf out of Fred's book.
"Ginny, you promise you didn't put them up to this?" Jason asked with difficulty.
Ginny stood, stunned. Her own fiancée didn't believe her. "I can't believe you just asked me that," she said shortly, not meeting his eyes.
"I didn't say you did!"
"You implied it Jason. I can't trust you anymore. You haven't believed me about any of the things written in the paper. Merlin knows I love you, more than just about anything, but. . ." Ginny stopped, not wanting to say it. Jason waited, not speaking. "That's why I. . . why I . . ."
"Yes?" Jason ventured when she couldn't finish.
"I love you, just know that okay?" Ginny took a breath. "That's why I want to postpone the wedding," she closed her eyes as she felt Jason withdraw, physically and mentally.
"Postpone?" he asked disbelievingly, his voice breaking ever so slightly. "Because. . . but I love you."
"Jason, this isn't about us anymore! We can't get married with things like this. You said it yourself; you'll lose your job if you disagree with Mark and Olivia. Marrying me, to them, would be disagreeing!"
"You love me so much you don't want to get married?" Jason asked shortly.
"No! No, I did not mean that. I mean that no matter how much I love you, we can't get married with things like this." Ginny cried, trying to make him look at her. He didn't. "Jason, I'm not saying I don't want to get married. I'm saying I want to wait until all this blows off," he didn't answer. Ginny nodded and turned to leave.
Jason grabbed her hand again, facing her with sad eyes. Ginny stopped and gazed into his eyes. "I love you Ginny, but there is only so much I can take," he said intently.
Ginny gave a wan smile, squeezing his hand with her own before letting it drop. "Me too," she whispered before walking away.
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"I don't know what to do, Arthur," Mrs Weasley sighed. She was standing in the kitchen with her husband, both of them trying to figure out what to do about the current situations.
"We'll manage Molly, dear, we always pull through," Arthur said, rubbing his wife's shoulder.
"I know but," Mrs Weasley gave another sigh and looked at the family photo over the stove. "We've never had to deal with something like this before."
"Well, all the more reason to show how strong we all are," Mr Weasley answered half-heartedly.
"Oh yes, I don't doubt we're strong. The thing is Mark and Olivia are stronger. They've never liked us Arthur; I know they are going to do everything in their power to put us in disgrace," she said fretfully, her eyes set upon the family photo again.
"Well, we will do everything in our power to stop them. Don't worry Molly, it'll all be fine."
"I know," Mrs Weasley gave her husband a small smile. "I'm being silly. Of course we'll manage," but her forehead was still etched with lines of worry.
"That's more like it." Mr Weasley answered, giving his wife an awkward hug.
"I think the kids are coming over for dinner. I'll need to cook it now if it's going to be ready," Mrs Weasley said, wiping her eyes and smiling over-brightly and changing the subject.
"Ginny, too?" Mr Weasley raised his eyebrows.
"I think so, I asked her to," Mrs Weasley answered, waving her wand as pots and pans began flying about. "I'm worried about her, and I don't want to have to ask to borrow money off our own daughter, but we're having so much trouble making ends meet."
"She's just going through a rough time. Things are messing up for her, but she's strong," Mr Weasley paused and then smiled. "Just like you," Mrs Weasley squeezed her husband's hand, the gesture saying how much she loved him. Neither of them noticed their daughter standing in the shadows of the doorway, a small tear rolling down her cheek. I used to be strong, not anymore. Now I feel like I'm about to cry every two seconds. "I don't want to ask her to borrow some money any more than you do, so we'll just see."
"I don't think things are going too well with Jason." Mrs Weasley said regretfully, stirring the soup.
"It'll work out; they're getting married soon, dear."
Mrs Weasley smiled at that. "It's going to be so much like a Muggle wedding."
"Ah, Muggles, bless their hearts," Mr Weasley chuckled. "The things they've come up with without magic. Imagine Molly dear - in a church!" Ginny felt another tear fall and she leant her back against the door in the darkness, listening to her parents.
"Arthur could you help-" Mrs Weasley stopped mid-sentence and gave a gasp of pain, dropping her wand. Ginny started and stepped into the doorway, only to see her mother swooning while she stood, face contorted in pain.
"Molly!" Arthur shouted, grabbing his wife before she fell. "Molly what's wrong?" Ginny ran over and put her arm around her mother for support.
"Dear me, what was that about?" Mrs Weasley asked, breathing heavily. They didn't let go of her and she batted her hands at them , shrugging them off. "I'm fine, I'm fine. It was just temporary. I must have been standing too close to the stove," She gave a forced chuckle. Mr Weasley released his wife, still frowning with worry.
Ginny helped her mother sit down, despite Mrs Weasley's protests. Her mother was looking too tired lately, she needed some rest. All of this was running her ragged.
"I-I didn't realise you were here, dear," Mrs Weasley said, slightly breathless and pale. Ginny nodded, waving her wand and getting her mother a glass of water, she seemed fine now. Ginny watched her mother drinking, thinking about how horrible this day had been, from the moment she had woken up to this very minute. She needed air, some space. She walked quickly out of the kitchen, not a word to her parents.
"Ginny!" she heard her father call after her, but she didn't answer. She ran outside into the garden, wanting to scream. Everyone thought she was this strong, care-free person. She wasn't, she wasn't strong. She always used to be strong, but after school her life was just so simple she had forgotten how to be strong.
Besides, the one person who had taught her to be strong was gone.
Ginny looked up at the clear night's sky, the stars seemed so distant and cold. "Where are you?" she screamed up at the sky. "You said you would always be there for me but you're not! You lied!"
She felt more tears streaming down her cheek. "Where are you, Louise?" she whispered.
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