THE WILLOW
By: Hematite:my user on SQ
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 what's 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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Disclaimer: JKR owns everything while me … me all I have is false hope to someday be like her.
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Chapter 1 - Memories
Ginny
It was a typical morning for Ginny Weasley and her son. Normally David would go to Training school, but Training school was closed this year because of Voldemort. As Ginny waved her wand the eggs, she thought about the dream she had had last night. About the night she had met David's father. And then lost him. Yes, David's father died.
It had been a fun night. 1 year after she had graduated from Hogwarts. And she had had way too much firewhisky. Then she met Andy. The most handsome man anyone could ever imagine. They apparated back to the apartment kissing. 2 hours passed. The next thing happened so fast, A flash of green light erupted inside the window. Andy and Ginny hurried to dressed. By now there were shouts coming from downstairs. Andy had told her to jump out the 30 story high window and apparate in midair. She did. But apparently the death-eaters had already inside the room, for as Andy started to jump out, he was pulled back inside. There was a flash of green light and Ginny knew what had happened. He was no more.
A tear fell on a piece of ham, and a sob escaped Ginny's lips.
"Mummy?"
David appeared in the doorway with his favorite famous wizard figure in his hand. He had blonde hair, but brown eyes just like Ginny's.
"Oh sorry David, Mummy was just thinking about sad … things."
She scooped up David and Said "Do you want to stir the oatmeal, it always tastes better when you do."
He happily agreed and took up the wooden spoon. Slop, slurp.
"It sounds funny mummy"
"Its saying thank you for stirring me, it feels good."
She said the last bit in a low rumbling voice. David giggled and dropped the spoon.
"Is it done?"
"I think so. Davie can you go wash your hands?" She said putting him down.
"Okay."
While David went off to wash his hands, Ginny served up the food. Scrambled eggs, fried ham, and Cinnamon oatmeal. His very favorite breakfast.
"MUMMY!"
His voice sounded scared. Ginny ran to the bathroom, not there. To the living room, not there. To his bedroom, and breathed a sigh of relief. He was sitting on his bed, staring out the window, wide-eyed.
"What honey?"
"There was a scary man outside, and he made a face at me."
The feeling of relief quickly vanished.
"WHAT? What colour hair did he have honey. 'Member your colors?"
"It was yelloooo." he said carrying out the oh's. Normally this would have been funny.
"And sort of white? This colour?" She pointed at his wall.
"Uh-Huh"
He had just confirmed her worst fears. Probably Draco or Lucius Malfoy had been in her backyard. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was he had seen her son. Now David wasn't safe.
But all the same, that afternoon Ginny went to the market, leaving David at home with a baby-sitter. It was a beautiful day. As Ginny walked along she breathed fresh cool air. She was free for a short while.
As she walked by the park, she couldn't help but admire the beautiful willow with flowing branches in the middle. It reminded her of Hogwarts. Of the Whomping Willow, only more gentle. She went over to the tree. Young lovers had carved their names in little hearts on the trunk. Ginny laid a hand on the tree and felt an overwhelming wave of peacefulness wash over her.
When Ginny arrived home, she immediately dropped her bags. Officials from the ministry of magic and Auror were outside - and inside her house.
"What happened?" she gasped, running over to an official.
"Are you Ginee Weeslee?" The official asked.
"Wha- ooh, Yes..."
"We are sorry to say there has been an attack on your house while you were gone."
"WHAT?"
"Yes, we think it was death eaters. The girl came to us white as snow, and shaking terribly. She's at Saint Mungoes now. They are trying to cure her of the effects of the cruatias curs-"
"But what about David?"
"Your son? The little boys with blonde hair?"
"YES!"
"We are terribly sorry, but-"
"Did they take him?"
"No"
"Then what? Oh my god…did they…" she trailed off, turning white.
"Yes." He bowed his head and left her there.
That night Ginny was supposed to go to the burrow, but grief overwhelmed her and she owled them saying that she would rather be alone this particular night.
After the owl was sent, Ginny decided to go for a walk. She couldn't stand being in the house. So, she went to the park, there were few people there at night, so she figured she would have her peace and quit.
She reached the willow, and leaned against it, slowly sliding down its trunk. And there she cried. She wasn't sure how long she cried, or even sure why she was crying. Obviously it was because her son died six years after his father. But she wasn't sure if that was the only reason.
Sniffle, Sniffle.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Sob.
What was the point? Was she wanted for some reason?
"Why? Why? Why? Why must you be so evil." She gasped.
Then she stopped. Someone was walking towards her, on the other side of the tree.
"Ginny?"
She knew that voice. And this wasn't the time to be reminded of her old school crush.
"Huh?" She put her head around the tree "…Harry?"
"Yeah, its me. Tell me why you're crying."
It was time to tell someone.
Ginny whispered, "He's dead"
"Who?"
"David."
"Who?"
"My son."
"Your son?"
"Yes."
He sat down next to the willow. "Anything you want to tell me Ginny?"
He was talking to her like an old friend.
"Yeah. I have to tell someone."
"Shoot for it."
And she began to speak – from the very beginning.
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A/N hey. The rest of the chapters prolly wont cum so fast…
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