A/N – Hey guys, I'm going away until the 28th so this will be my last update until then. It's quite a cliffie, so hopefully you'll hang on for me until I come back. Lol. I've only got two more chapters to write until I finish the fic thank goodness! Only two! Anyway, enjoy this one. And thanks to my beta's: Nessa and Emma.
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Ch 20 – Green Eyes
Dedication: Kareema – I think you gave me over 40 reviews. Thankyou! Lol.
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Last chapter:
"What? What is it?"
Hermione took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."
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Honey you are a rock upon which I stand
Green eyes, yeah the spotlight shines upon you
And how could anybody deny you
And honey you should know that I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Honey you are the sea upon which I float
Green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tries to deny you must be out of their mind
And honey you should know that I could never go on without you
Green eyes
Green Eyes by Coldplay
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Ginny felt numb, it was totally impossible.
"W-what?" she stuttered. "You can't be pregnant, you're barren!"
"I know, that's why I didn't suspect a thing when I started losing my appetite and gaining weight!" Hermione's face was glowing. Ron was holding her around the waist, his own face very red and proud.
Everybody was smiling and happy, packing had been halted while the good news was celebrated.
"Ginny, let me pour you a drink. Oh and you too Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, nothing able to dampen her high spirits.
"Uh, I think I'm going to get dry first," Ginny said. She was still in shock, it was impossible for Hermione to be pregnant! Why, it seemed like just yesterday that Hermione was breaking down in tears on Ginny's bedroom floor because she wasn't able to have children.
Ginny walked into the living room, aware of Harry trailing after her. The rest of the family celebrated the good news, even as the heart of the house lay in bed upstairs sick. It had just been so long since they had received good news that if they were given a reason to celebrate they were going to take it. Packing all of their items for moving had been put off for now, and everyone sat and warmed themselves in the kitchen while the storm raged outside.
Ginny grabbed her coat and hat, then turned around to face Harry. They were still wet, her hair dripping on the floor. Harry pulled out his wand and muttered a quick drying spell.
"Thanks," said Ginny, not knowing what else to say to him. Before she had been comfortable with him, able to talk easily. Now though, after that kiss, she didn't know what to say or how to act around him and if she should talk to him normally or if they should talk about it or ignore it.
"Where are you going?" asked Harry, stepping forward.
Ginny opened her mouth and then shut it again. She didn't want to say home, it would sound like she just wanted to wallow in her sorrows while they all celebrated Hermione's news – the first bit of good news in weeks. Even thought that was exactly what she wanted to do.
"I'm – uh – going to visit Angelina. Fred hasn't left her side since she woke from the coma and he needs a break," said Ginny quickly.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"Can you?" asked Ginny pleading. She didn't want to see Angelina alone, to see her emotionless and distant face as she rested her pale hands over her stomach where her baby used to be.
"Sure," said Harry. "Um - ?" he pointed to the kitchen.
"Oh yes, we'll tell them we're leaving, though Hermione will be a bit hurt," Ginny replied.
"Where are you guys going?" Bill asked when they entered the kitchen.
"You're going? But…" Hermione trailed off, looking a bit put out.
Ginny went and placed her hand on top of Hermione's slender one. "You know that I'm – we're – happy for you Hermione, this is the best news we've had for ages. It really is a miracle, too."
"Thanks, Gin." Hermione eyes were moist and she gave the redhead a quick hug.
"Give our love to Angie," said Percy earnestly.
"I will, I'll tell her you all say hi and that you're there for her," answered Ginny.
Mr Weasley cleared his throat and everyone turned to look at him. "I think it'd be best not to mention to Angelina that Hermione is pregnant, seeing as Angelina has just lost her own baby. We will tell her soon, but I'm not quite sure she'll be able to handle it at the moment."
"We won't say anything, Dad," promised Ginny as she walked over the fireplace. Harry followed.
"Bye everyone!" he called out as Ginny threw Floo powder over the fire and it glowed green.
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The hospital was fairly quiet for a Saturday afternoon, there were only a couple of people walking around. There was a small boy wailing because he had two duck's legs instead of his own normal legs and he refused to be calmed or quieted. A very embarrassed mother kept trying to shush him but her efforts were fruitless.
Ginny already knew the way to Angelina's room and it wasn't long before they were standing in front of her door.
"Okay, not a word about Hermione's news," warned Ginny in a whisper. Harry did a little zipping motion over his mouth and pretended to toss away a key. Ginny covered a grin and pushed the door open softly.
Fred was sitting next to the bed, holding his wife's hand. He was trying to make light conversation but it was obvious Angelina wasn't listening or was just ignoring him. Her face was drawn and bleak and she wasn't facing her husband. Fred looked crestfallen every time she didn't answer one of his questions.
Ginny tapped on the door, stepping into the room. Angelina didn't even look up but Fred stood up, though didn't let go of Angelina's hand, and there was a look of utmost relief on his face.
"Look, Angie, Ginny and Harry have come to see you," said Fred lightly, forcing a grin. Ginny winced at how tired and upset he looked, obviously Angelina hadn't opened up yet.
"Angelina?" asked Ginny, questioning. Angelina finally moved her head to look at them, she nodded and then turned away again to stare at the plain white wall.
Fred made a gesture at Ginny so Angelina couldn't see; clearly hinting to her he wanted to speak with her outside.
"Harry, why don't you talk to Angelina for a few minutes?" asked Ginny. She looked at him, pleading for him to agree. Harry nodded and went to sit on the chair Fred had been sitting on before. Fred came over and took Ginny's elbow lightly and led her out of the room.
"Is she okay? I mean, really okay?" Ginny asked.
Fred looked troubled. "I don't know, I want to bring her home but the Healers are worried she'll do something drastic if she's left alone like that."
"Drastic?"
"Hurt herself or something. To tell the truth I wouldn't be surprised if she did, I can't get through to her. She won't open up to me and she just lies there day after day not speaking."
Ginny nodded. ""You've heard Hermione's news, haven't you?"
"No." Fred managed a wry smile. "She finally found out what a lousy husband Ron is and decided to divorce him? I heard he -"
"Fred," Ginny warned.
"Okay, so she already knew that. What then?"
"She's pregnant, only find out today," said Ginny.
"What? How?" Fred was shocked. "She was barren, she can't just become un-barren! Are you positive?"
"Very, besides, I noticed her appetite was weird and she was getting a bit of a belly. If I hadn't thought she was barren I would have instantly assumed she was pregnant," said Ginny.
"Angelina doesn't know…" Fred was talking to himself.
"Right, and we should probably keep it that way for a little while," said Ginny.
"Yeah," agreed Fred.
A white-robed Healer was coming down the hallway and she stopped outside Angelina's room.
"Oh, are you visiting?" she asked Ginny. The Healers just associated Fred as staying here too, since he never left Angelina's side.
"Yes, me and my friend," she answered.
"Oh, that's lovely. Perhaps she'll be a bit happier then," the Healer replied. She bustled into the room, smiling brightly. Fred and Ginny followed in after her. Harry too had obviously had no luck in getting Angelina to talk, she was still facing the wall stubbornly.
The Healer opened the curtains, ("My, it's so dark in here!") before checking the chart and Angelina's bed. Ginny saw her looking at the last name.
"You know, your sister-in-law was here earlier," the Healer began, directing this at Angelina and smiling. Ginny began moving her hands frantically and dragging her finger across her throat at the Healer but the woman just gave her a funny look before continuing.
"We were all very surprised to learn she was pregnant! But there, miracles happen, right? It's funny the way the world works, isn't it?" asked the Healer, staring pointedly at Angelina's flat stomach.
Ginny was seething. She could have strangled the stupid woman, she really could have! Angelina's head had snapped up and she was staring intently at the Healer.
"Hermione?"
The Healer looked thoughtful. "Ah, yes, that's the one. Very pretty name, she was so pleased, I tell you. Couldn't believe it, either." She gave a little smile and then calmly walked out of the room. Ginny felt like leaping on her and squeezing the air from the woman's body slowly and painfully.
Angelina was sitting upright now. Her eyes were cold. "When were you planning on telling me this?" Fred went over and tried to take her hand, but she yanked it away. Harry stood up and came to stand near Ginny, she held onto his arm tightly, nervous.
"I only just found out myself, honey," Fred said defensively.
Angelina gave him look for look. "You weren't going to tell me."
"I -" Fred began.
"It's funny the way the world works, isn't it?" asked Angelina, imitating the sugary voice of the Healer. "I lose a baby, she gets one. At the same time, too, what a coincidence. It's almost like – like she stole my baby." Angelina gave a bitter laugh. Fred looked completely upset.
"We should go," said Ginny, still holding onto Harry's arm with a tight, damp grip.
Angelina didn't answer; she was staring into Fred's eyes with hurt. She reached for his hand and held it tightly and he pulled her into a hug.
"It's not fair! It's not fair!" she sobbed into his sleeve. Fred sat on the bed and held her closer, stroking her head. Ginny nodded and walked out of the room, taking Harry with her.
Maybe Hermione's news was actually exactly what Angelina need to open up to Fred and everyone else, to make her burden lighter. Maybe that Healer hadn't been so troublesome, after all. At least, Ginny hoped so.
"Where to now?" asked Harry, his arm was still in her grasp.
"Home," was her answer.
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Colin looked down at the recently developed photo, furrowing his brow as he watched Tommy Peterson zoomed around on his toy broomstick while Mrs Peterson looked over him. He bit his lip and flicked on the normal light since the photo was now fully developed. He wasn't even sure this would work; he hadn't found any recent information on Tommy Peterson's supposed condition because his parents were keeping it from the public – at least for now.
He looked at the clock on the wall and swore, he was late for meeting Cath at Diagon Alley for dinner. He rushed into the bathroom and fixed his robes and gave his hair a quick brush. He was nervous for some reason. Colin pocketed the photo and Disapparated to Diagon Alley.
Cath was sitting at the outside table of the restaurant they had reserved. A cool breeze whispered through her soft brown hair and she was staring thoughtfully at all the people inside the restaurant. Her hand rested casually beside a glass and there was a small half-smile on her face as she stared off into space.
Colin crept up behind her and covered her eyes with his hands, grinning. Cath gave a gasp of shock and whirled around out of his grasp.
"You scared me!" she accused him, laughing.
Colin held his hands up in defence. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
She giggled and gestured for him to take a seat. "Why are you so late?" she asked.
"Uh, still had some work to finish off."
"The photos for the St Mungo's calendar?" asked Cath.
"Yeah, I'm all finished now though," said Colin. He would tell her about the photo of Tommy later, right now he wanted just to have a simple conversation. "How was everyone after I left?"
Cath pulled a sober face. "Oh, you know, it was okay. I mean, they can't exactly be joyous while all this crap is happening can they?"
"They seemed all right to me…"
"Yeah, but you don't see them as often as I do. They're smiling, but their smiles always look a bit forced. Small wonder with what they're going through now, though," said Cath.
Colin agreed with a nod of his head. "Did Harry or Ginny come back?"
The waitress came and took their order, a smile on her face as she poured them some more drink.
"Nup, they never did." Cath looked thoughtful as she answered his question. "You know, I think something's going on there…" she trailed off.
"Going on?" asked Colin, looking quizzical.
"Yeah, like, they always seem together and – and when they look at each other it's like – like I don't know – intimate or something. It's weird, it's like they can't see anyone but each other."
"Oh, you mean something like that is going on," said Colin.
"Yes – well – I don't know. I've never seen proof, it's just the way Ginny's eyes light up whenever he enters the room or the way he won't take his eyes off her when she's around him. Sometimes I don't think they realise it themselves," said Cath, giving a small laugh.
"Aren't – aren't you upset? Ginny's getting married to your brother soon," queried Colin.
"Well, no, I wouldn't be if there was no love lost between Jason and her if they did and if it was for the best -"
"- if they both agreed to it -"
"Yes, and besides, I wouldn't automatically become un-friends with Ginny, that's not possible."
Colin was nodding his head again. "You do know they've postponed the wedding, don't you?"
"What?" Cath was in shock.
"No one told you?" Colin was slightly surprised too.
"No! What happened? When was this?" exclaimed Cath.
"A little while ago, Ginny postponed it."
"Did she give a reason?" asked Cath.
"Yes, she said they couldn't get married with all this horrible stuff happening to her and her family. Besides, the Petersons would be less than pleased if Jason married Ginny right now, his job would be in danger. You know the situation with the Petersons and the Weasley's right now," said Colin.
"Yeah, quite unfortunate. Sometimes I just wish Tommy would wake up completely fine and the charges would be dropped." Cath sighed.
Colin gulped and moved his hand down to his pocket, where the photo lay innocently in his pocket. So maybe he was right, after all.
"What if he already has?" asked Colin in a strange voice.
He took out the photo and lay it down on the table in front of her. Cath gave him a weird look and picked up the photo. Her eyes widened when she realised of who the photo was and her jaw dropped. She looked up at Colin and then back down at the photo and then back up at him again.
"Is – is it real?" Her voice was rushed and breathless.
"Yup, took it this morning. Saw it with my own eyes, too," said Colin.
"But – this is fantastic! This is – this is amazing! Oh my gosh, I – oh my gosh! You're brilliant!" And with that Cath swooped over and hugged Colin as tight as she possibly could and kissed him for the slightest second. She sat back down, an ear-to-ear grin on her face.
Colin felt himself blush and his whole body went numb. He moved his hand up to his lips and he could swear she had somehow made them extra-warm when she had kissed him.
Cath hadn't noticed his surprise and embarrassment. "Do you realise what this will do? This will get Fred and George off the hook! They won't be fined and they will be able to re-open the shop! This is fantastic!"
She stood up and hugged him again, her face alight with happiness. At that moment the waitress arrived with their food, giving the two a knowing smile as she set their plates down. Cath was already sitting back down again when the waitress walked away. Colin found he couldn't take his eyes of Cath now, her beauty, her smile, her laugh, she was the brilliant one.
"Oh Merlin, I can't wait to tell the Weasley's! They're going to be ecstatic, Fred and George especially. Just imagine, and I'm sure even Angelina will have a smile on her face!" Cath couldn't stop smiling.
"Yeah. . ." agreed Colin in a dazed sort of way. He'd just been hit with the most unexpected feeling: love. He was in love with Cath, probably had been ever since he laid eyes on her in St Mungo's. Bree was forgotten, just a bad memory.
"Let's eat quickly, shall we? I just want to tell the Weasley's the good news, and it's all thanks to you." Cath grinned at him from across the table and Colin gave his own grin back.
"Sure." He would agree to anything she said now, she had saved him.
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"Come on, Angie, just a few more steps," coaxed Fred. The entire family was helping move Angelina back into her house, the one Fred and her shared with George.
George has Flooed to Ginny's, asking her and Harry to come and support Angelina's move. The Healers had finally agreed to Fred's endless asking if she could come home yet. When they said yes he had instantly gone home and asked the whole family to come – apart from Mrs Weasley who lay sleeping in her bed.
Even though it was night-time, and they all wanted to go home they had all agreed, seeing Fred's hopeful face. Angelina had improved drastically since the afternoon when she had learned of Hermione's news. Fred had taken this as good news and had demanded she be removed from the hospital.
Angelina shook her head and lent on Fred's shoulder, stopping. Despite the best care, her neck and stomach still hurt from falling down the stairs and losing her baby. It was taking all of her strength to walk. They could have easily conjured up a stretcher but the Healer had advised them to encourage her to walk and get back into normal routine.
It was proving difficult.
Finally, though, Angelina made it to her bed and collapsed onto it. Fred pulled the covers over her and kissed her forehead.
"Thanks, everyone," whispered Angelina weakly. They all smiled and took turns in giving her friendly hugs, wishing her well.
Hermione hung back in the shadows, face troubled as she held her stomach. Ginny had taken her aside to whisper that Angelina knew and wasn't too happy about her being pregnant. She didn't want Angelina to be angry at her so she kept out of sight and out of everyone's way. Angelina had another idea.
"Where's Hermione?" she croaked.
Hermione swallowed and stepped forward. "Right here," she said.
"Come here," said Angelina, raising her hand and letting it fall back on the blanket limply. Hermione obeyed and went to stand near the edge of the bed.
"Closer," said Angelina. Hermione moved hesitantly so she was standing right next to where Angelina's hand lay. Everyone watched with bated breath, wondering just how Angelina was going to react.
"So you're pregnant?" asked Angelina.
Hermione nodded. "Yes." She held her head high, not sure what else to say.
Angelina took Hermione's hand and held it tightly. "I'm so happy for you," she said, her eyes going watery. "Hopefully you'll have more luck than I did."
Hermione was looking misty-eyed too, now. "You're – you're not angry?"
"I was," admitted Angelina. She looked up at Hermione. "But you deserve it, after hearing you were barren. You're going to be a wonderful mother." An amused look came over Angelina's face. Ginny felt her heart soar when she saw it, it was the first expression Angelina had since her accident that wasn't anger or sadness. "But I can't say the same for Ron."
George guffawed. "That's because he would be a father, not a mother. I would hope he wouldn't be a 'wonderful mother.' Although we can't be sure about that."
"Hey!" Ron objected. Everyone was laughing now, the mood lightened.
"Aw, don't worry Ronnekins, we're just teasing," said George.
Angelina shook her head, her pale face looking slightly more alive now. "But I'm serious, Hermione, I'm really happy for you two."
"Thanks, Angie." Hermione bent over and gave Angelina a hug, eyes still moist.
When they returned home the Burrow, there was a letter waiting on the kitchen bench. Ginny picked it up and looked at the front. It wasn't addressed to anyone.
"Who's it from, Gin?" asked Charlie.
"I don't know…" Ginny said vaguely as she opened it.
Dear Weasley's,
We stopped by to give you some wonderful news but you weren't home. Hope you're all well and we'll tell you the news when we see you next.
Love, Colin and Cath
Ginny finished reading the letter aloud and looked up.
"They could have just told us in the letter," she thought aloud.
"Maybe, since it's such "wonderful news" they wanted to tell us in person," suggested Hermione.
"Mmm, but what wonderful news could they have? I can't think of any…" said Ginny.
"Has anybody noticed how those two always seem to be together now?" asked Ron.
"No, it's nothing. They're just sticking together because they're kind of outsiders on all of this," said Hermione, with the wisdom of an old person.
"Okay, well I'm going to go home now," said Ginny, heading over to the fireplace.
"Are you staying here to play a game of chess, mate?" Ron asked Harry.
"Sure," Harry consented.
"Bye, Gin!" Ron called. Harry waved and Ginny locked eyes with him, giving him her own goodbye. Harry stopped and stared, and then he gave her the same look back. Hermione watched this exchange without saying a word; it was obvious to her what was happening, if it wasn't to them.
"I'll see you soon, Ginny," said Hermione.
"Thanks Hermione – oh, and once again, I'm very happy for you," said Ginny. Hermione smiled in thanks and Ginny threw a handful of Floo Powder over the fire and it glowed green. She stepped in and the last thing she saw was Harry's disappearing back.
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Ginny woke as a boom of thunder shook her small cottage. She sat bolt upright and blinked, turning to stare out the window as heavy torrents of rain began to hit the roof.
It was quite early in the morning, probably only about eight. Ginny lay back down and sunk into her pillows but, try as she may, she couldn't fall back asleep. She sighed and threw off the covers, and throwing on her dressing gown. She pottered into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Ginny looked out the window to see a small grey owl hovering outside it. She put down the teacup and walked over to the window and opened it. The owl flew in, a small blur of wet feathers. It dropped a letter on the table and then flew back out the window. Ginny shrugged and closed the window, then walked over to open the letter.
Dear Ms Weasley,
You used to be my hero. I used to think all that you did was wonderful, I thought it amazing that a single woman could take on so much at such a young age and succeed so well. I was even happier to find out that you were engaged to Jason Banton, possibly one of the only men who deserved you – though I doubted he did at the time. Your fate seemed sealed as one of the country's most prosperous young witches.
It all went wrong, through no one else's fault but your own. You destroyed your life and the lives of those around you. Now I see that I was wrong. Jason didn't not deserve you; it was you who didn't deserve him. Your dealings with Harry Potter appalled me, and I was even more shocked to hear about your handling of Tommy Peterson. From then on, still things went downhill. I just wanted you to know that you have lost a fan, and trust me not the first, and maybe you'll think about your actions from now on.
From, your used-to-be-fan.
Ginny gaped and dropped the letter, letting it flutter back down to the table. Another boom of thunder sounded overhead and the rain increased. The kettle began whistling and she went to it, taking it off the stove. Ginny poured her cup of tea and began making some toast. She was spreading the knife over the toast when its silvery glint caught in the light. That letter had struck a nerve, and Ginny felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Did everyone hate her that much? She felt the load of these past weeks settle upon her shoulders and condemn her.
When she looked back, she never really knew what made her raise the knife to her throat. When she looked back, all she could remember was the pain she was feeling deep inside. She wanted that pain to stop, to never hurt her again. This knife could give her that gift, that gift of unfeeling.
She felt the cold metal press harder against her skin…
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Harry awoke with a jump.
Something was not right.
He sat up on the couch and stretched his arms, wondering why he felt so ill at ease. He had fallen asleep at the Burrow and Ron had told him he could sleep on the couch instead of going back to the hotel. He stood up and walked into the kitchen, wearing only his boxer shorts.
Ron looked up when he entered the kitchen, Hermione too. Whatever it was that made him look up when he passed the Weasley clock, he never knew. He only knew that he blessed whatever instinct had made him do so. He cried out.
Ginny's hand was on mortal peril, and it was only a second before he Apparated to her cottage.
What he saw when he arrived almost made him freeze in shock. Ginny was holding a sharp knife to her throat, her eyes closed and her head high. He saw her arm muscles tighten and he cried out.
"Ginny, no!"
The knife fell from her fingers and clattered to the ground. She opened her eyes and began sobbing. Harry ran over and took her in his arms, he kicked the knife away. Oh Merlin, he had almost lost her. Had almost lost the person he held most precious.
Ginny looked up, and all she could see were his bright green eyes, staring back down at her. Her hero. It didn't matter if someone no longer thought her a hero, just so long as she had her own. And here he was. She could never go on without him, and his green eyes.
Harry took out his wand and grabbed the teakettle. He tapped his wand on it and muttered and incantation. It glowed red and then went back to normal.
"Put your hand on it," he instructed Ginny. He took her hand and placed it on the kettle, right next to his.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
""I'm taking you away from all this," said Harry. "You need to get away."
And with that, she felt the unfamiliar tug at her navel, and she was being taken to Merlin knows where.
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Sunlitmist – Hey, nice name. Sounds pretty. Well, it would be a subdued happiness, but they're so unused to good news that they can't help but be happy and celebrate. I don't know, that's just how I assumed they would react. I mean, she was barren! And now she's pregnant!
Harrys lover – omg you're in Mexico! I'm so jealous, I wish I was there. No doubt the no English is getting to you though. Have fun!
Borg – You know what? I hate the ridiculous people who accuse people of ripping off other people's stories. Those people are just wasting their time and are worthless themselves, as you are. A) I've never ripped off anyone's story, and never will. B) I've never even heard of this "Lessons for Life" fic and when I searched for it I couldn't find it which makes me suspect it doesn't exist and neither should you for such an er, uh, uninformed 'flame'. I refuse to write an apology to a non-existent author and that's that. When I first read what you said I just burst out laughing, also because you were one of those many people who were too scared to sign in before 'flaming'.
Okay, so no update for a while. Going away in two hours for three weeks. Oh and ps, stop asking me if Mrs Weasley is going to die! It's a huge part of the plot so you'll have to wait and see. Hope you all are safe and well and unharmed by the Tsunami disaster. Lot's of love, Sede.