Chapter 3-Reunion

Ginny looked back at Diana and Bobby. She was now at the doorstep. The 2 were waiting for her to get inside. She waved, indicating that they didn't have to wait for her. Shrugging, Bobby led Diana off. Holding her breath, Ginny knocked on the door.

Harry, meanwhile, watched from upstairs. He had seen a fiery red head walking down the street with 2 teens. He recognized the red head immediately. It was Ginny. It had taken her 8 years to find him. Eight years to find a man that didn't want to be found. He heard her knock on the door. He saw her wait. When he didn't answer, she knocked again, louder this time.

"If I ignore her, she'll probably give up and leave," he said to the empty house. Harry, of course, knew that he was wrong. Ginny would wait forever for him. It was only a matter of time before she tried another way to get his attention. Sure enough, when knocking didn't work, Ginny began calling him.

"Harry! It's me! Please open up, I know you're there!" she shouted. Harry ignored her, and went downstairs to make himself some dinner. But Ginny persisted. Pretty soon, she was banging on the door, calling out his name. Harry could hear the pain in her voice, and turned his back to the door. Hot tears threatened to stream down his face.

Ginny stood outside Harry's house, crying. She had been in the same place all evening, and now night was falling. Harry still hadn't answered the door.

"Harry, please, I just want to talk to you. Then I'll leave," she pleaded. Tears streamed down her face as she sunk down to the ground with her back to the door. Harry was standing on the other side of the door. He thought Ginny had left, but he wasn't sure. Now, he had to make his move. Let the woman he loves walk away from him forever, or speak up for the first time in years. He didn't have to think very hard about what to do.

"Ginny?" he said through the door. He heard Ginny gasp, and it sounded like she was standing up.

"Harry? Is that really you?" she asked in disbelief.

"It sure is Gin. I'm sorry I didn't reply. I just couldn't," Harry said quietly.

"It's ok. I'm sorry I just showed up on your doorstep. I should have given you some warning. At least let you know I was coming."

"It's ok. Do you want to come in?" Ginny smiled, so far everything was going her way. Maybe things would work out in the end.

"I'd love to," she replied. Harry slowly opened the door. There, in front of him stood possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. Ginny's hair fell just past her shoulders; her brown eyes were as bright and alert as ever. Ginny felt the same way about Harry. He looked exactly the same, except older, and more mature. Harry immediately grabbed Ginny and pulled her into a kiss; a kiss that held eight years of lost passion, and many more years of passion yet to come. Ginny was the first to stop kissing.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled when he saw that Ginny was crying. "I shouldn't have done that."

"No, I was going to do the same thing. I'm just amazed that it's you. I can't believe it's really you," she sobbed.

"It's ok Gin. We're together now. Nothing's going to change that. Why don't we go inside? I don't want the whole village to know I'm here. I've worked so hard to have a peaceful life. I don't want to spoil it now." Ginny laughed, but it sounded more like a choke.

Harry's house was small, and tidy. The ground floor was one large open room with a kitchenette on the far wall, to the left was a fireplace, and to the right was stairs leading upstairs. It was simple; Ginny immediately liked it.

"It's not much…"

"No, I love it," Ginny said with her back to Harry. She suddenly felt his arms wrapped around her waist. "What are you doing?" she demanded through giggles. She then spun around, only to be met his lips pressed against hers. Ginny snaked her arms around his neck. His tongue traced along her bottom lips. Ginny opened her mouth. Harry stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," he replied quietly.

"Just as long as I have, eight years," she said just as quietly. She then kissed him again, and ran her hands through his long black hair.

Later on that evening, Ginny sat curled up on the couch while Harry got them some tea.

"I just can't believe that you're actually here," Harry said.

"I can't believe I'm here either," Ginny paused to take her mug of tea. "Listen, Harry. I really need to talk to you about something." Harry sat down next to her, and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Everything's fine. I just need you to know-"

"Know what?"

"Will you let me finish!"

"Is it another man? Are you seeing someone else?"

"No, it's not that. I've been waiting for you. It's just that, I need you to come home with me."

"Ginny, why can't you just move in with me? I mean, you don't have that much stuff, do you?"

"It would be too hard on me, I mean us for me to move in with you. Things are finally starting to settle down." Ginny suddenly found her mug of tea fascinating.

"You said, 'us.' Is there someone else? Ginny, I want you to be honest with me."
"Only after you tell me why you left. Then I'll tell you what I meant."

"Promise?"
"Of course. You sound like you're 2 when you say that. I promise, Harry." Harry sighed.

"I couldn't stand the thought of how many people had died. I felt like it was my entire fault."

"But it wasn't!" cried out Ginny.

"I know that now, but then, then I felt like…I felt that if I hadn't bee born, none of it would have ever happened. I got really depressed. As soon as I was able to leave St. Mungo's, I did. I bought this house; I began a new, very lonely life. I thought about going back, I got as far as the fireplace with floo powder, once I even Apparated at the Burrow, but it didn't look like anyone was there, so I left."

"But you seem so happy. So relieved that it was over," Ginny said as she twirled the ring around on her finger.

"I can't believe you still have that old thing. Why? Why did you keep it?"

"I couldn't let go."

"Remember when I gave that to you. When I asked you to marry me?"
"Yeah. I don't think I've ever seen Mum so happy. Dad told me that you asked his permission and everything." Harry blushed.

"I did. It just didn't seem right unless I knew I had your family's blessing."

"Harry, you would have had their blessing no matter what, and you know that!"

"I know. Remember the night after I asked you to marry me?"

"Where we alone, just the two of us? I don't recall," said Ginny in a joking manner.

"Well, Ms. Ginerva Weasley, I do believe that it went something like this," Harry said as he leaned closer. Ginny placed her tea on the table next to them, and wrapped her arms around Harry. Harry then pulled Ginny on top of him, and kissed her. His tongue slid past her lips.

Ginny stopped this time. She sat up, and tried to compose herself the best that she could. Confused, Harry too sat up. Trying to comfort her, Harry wrapped an arm around Ginny's shoulders. In response, she just pushed him away.

"Why are you doing this?" he demanded.

"Doing what?" Ginny asked.

"Pretending that you want me back, and then pushing me away." That was it for Ginny. She wasn't pretending that she wanted Harry back she really did. When she told this to him, Harry only got madder.

He yelled, "Then why won't you stay with me, kiss me, or get near me for that matter? You're hiding something from me, something big. I can see it in your eyes. What's wrong, Ginny?" he asked in a gentler tone. Ginny quickly stood up, and faced the fireplace. She stared hard into the flames until Harry grabbed her, and spun her around.

"Please tell me," he begged. Hot tears began to spill down Ginny's pale skin. Past the freckles spilled across the bridge of her nose, until they fell down onto her black robes. She wrapped her arms around Harry's waist, and clung there until she felt like she had to tell him.

"Harry, after that night. The one where you proposed to me. I forgot to do something."
"You forgot to do something? Like what?" Ginny took a deep breath, and tried to stop trembling. The news would reach him at some point, and she felt like it was her job to tell him.

"I forgot to take an anti-conception potion," she said quickly. All the color drained from Harry's face as he sunk down onto the couch.

"Ginny, please don't tell me…" Ginny nodded. Harry swore at the top of his lungs. "Ginny! How can you be so damn stupid?"

"Oh! So this is my entire fault now! I could have told you sooner if you hadn't left. I bet the only reason you're mad is because you had no clue! For 8 years you had no clue what I was going through! Don't you dare start blaming me Harry James Potter! It's as much my fault as it is yours!"

"My fault! You're the one who didn't take the potion!"
"And you're the one who left me the day after proposing to me! You also didn't make any effort in staying in contact with us. All we got was a simple note. A note I read over and over day after day, as if it'll bring you home! And then, and then when I do find you, and I do tell you, I get yelled at! Harry, what is your problem? I'm the one who should be mad at you."

"Don't go trying to make me feel bad! I wanted to go back, but it felt like something was stopping me. Now, I know. It was the fact that I wasn't supposed to know about you and our child."

"Daughter, it's a daughter," said Ginny quietly, as if she was reminding herself, not telling Harry. "And her name is Lily, after your Mother." The last part made Harry's face soften.

"You name her after me Mum?"

"I only saw it fitting. And now Harry, since I've done what I've set out to do, I'm leaving. Just like you left us," she said coldly. With that, Ginny turned around, and left Harry standing dumbfounded. "If you want to talk some more, I'm staying at the local inn. It's run by Neville and Luna, but you should know that; seeing you live here."

Harry grabbed Ginny's arm just as she was about to leave, and said, "Ginny! Wait! Please stay here, tonight I mean. I'm sorry, I'm sorry about everything. Please, give me another chance." Ginny looked deep into Harry's emerald eyes. Tears threatened to fall from them as they looked just as deeply into her eyes.

"Alright," she said slowly, as if she hadn't fully made up her mind yet. "Under one condition."

"Alright, you name it," Harry said without thinking.

"You have to come back home with me tomorrow." Harry chewed on his bottom lip. Go back with Ginny? This would mean having to restart friendships that were meant to last a lifetime. Not to mention meeting his eight-year old daughter for the first time. Ginny was asking for a lot, and she knew it. She also knew that Harry really wanted a second chance, and this was the only way that both of them could get what they wanted.

"Okay, Ginny. I'll go back with you tomorrow."

A/N: So, what did you think? Review and let me know. I'll try to update all 3 of my started fan fictions at least once a week, but that's asking a lot from a high school freshman in all honors classes. But then again, I do have a 4-day week this week and next week. So, 'til next time!

Tina signing out!