THE WILLOW

By: Hematite:

SUMMARY

It's been 8 years since Harry left Hogwarts and Harry and hasn't talked to Ron in seven. Harry helps a certain Weasley in her time of need. And whats happening with his relationship with Ron? Harry/Ginny, and a bit of Ron/Hermione and Harry/Lavender.

Rated probably PG-13

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Prologue

Harry

Disclaimer: It JKRs - I'm just an intruder who's made a couple adjustments to my liking. :)

A cold high laughter filled the room. A room full of doors. A voice could be heard. It was saying, "let me rip, tear. Let me kill." He opened a door and found himself running through a long corridor, with a door at the end. His hand closed around the cold doorknob and turned. He was in a graveyard, the horrific high laughter continued. There, on the ground was the triwizard cup. He ran over to it, hand outstretched. Suddenly there was a flash of green light and body thumped to the ground next to him. He turned to see who it was...

"AAAAAARGH!" Harry sat up in bed sweating, and shaking. A body stirred next to him. Looking down he saw the face of Lavender Brown. Lavender... She stirred again, and Harry quickly got out of bed. He didn't want to talk about it.

It had been over 8 years since Harry had graduated from Hogwarts. It had been a wonderful ceremony. Fireworks were exploding in the sky and all of the 7th years were given to suit their personality or what they're good at. Neville Longbottom for example had been given a book called a guide on how to start your own plant. Harry had been given a broomstick that wasn't due to be released for 2 years still. White lightning, it was called. Dumbledore could, and still can do anything.

The boy who lived walked out of the flat and onto pavement. He walked all the way to the park. Once there, he sat down on a bench and put his hand upon a table. He heard a click! and looked around, startled. Brushing the hair out of his eyes he stood up, and made his way towards the fountain in the middle of the park. He sat down and put his hands on the stone edge. Clink. But this time, he was not surprised. He just looked down at the ring on his finger, glaring. He had just remembered. He was engaged.

Usually Harry was thrilled to think about Lavender. But, now he paused. There was a feeling inside of him that made him stop and think. There was a familiar presence in the park that night. A VERY familiar presence. But no. It couldn't be...

Sniffle, Sniffle.

Definitely not...right?

Harry started towards the sound. It was coming from

behind the willow.

Sob.

Then,

"Why? Why? Why? Why must you be so evil."

Harry stopped in his tracks. He knew that voice, though it had been a long time since he had heard it.

Definitely... It had to be... No...Surely not...

"Ginny?"

There was a pause.

"Huh?" A face with flaming red hair peered around the tree. Ginny Weasley. "Harry?"

"Yeah, its me. Tell me why you're crying."

In a small voice Ginny whispered, "He's dead"

"Who?"

"David."

"Who?"

"My son"