I think we're alone now: Chapter 4

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As they pulled apart after their kiss, Oliver looked at Ginny. "Are you all right?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. He kept slamming my head into the wall and hitting me. Moreover, he kept touching me and swearing at me. Every time I am near him, I do not feel like I am a person anymore. I feel like I am just his toy that he can shove around and do what he wants with. Every time he calls me a whore, it makes me wonder if I am one."

Oliver gripped her shoulders firmly in his hands. "Ginny, listen to me, you are not a whore. What he did to you last year is called rape and it is illegal. You are a woman no matter what he says to you or does to you; you are a woman. Ginny, Michael is a creep. There are other people out there like him but most people do not treat women like that. I do not treat women like that; if I did, my mum and my sisters would slaughter me. Ginny, you do not deserve something like Michael. In addition, that is what he is; he is a thing. He's a soulless creep."

Fred walked into the shop closely followed by George. They heard Oliver talking to Ginny. They immediately went behind the counter. "What happened?" George demanded. "Who did that to her?"

"Michael Corner came back," Ginny said. She was sitting leaning against the wall. "He tried to rape me again."

"Oh my god," George muttered. He joined his sister and Oliver on the floor. "Are you all right, Ginny?"

"Oliver stopped him before he actually did it," she said accenting the last word. "But he was touching me everywhere and groping me and oh, George it was terrible. His hands were everywhere and I was so scared. I did not know what to do. He is so much stronger than I am. I'm afraid of him."

Fred put his hand on his sister's shoulder next to Oliver's hand. "Ginny, I hate to say this, but I don't want you working here anymore. George and I can't always be here and I don't think Michael is going to leave you alone."

"But he told Oliver that if he knew that Kallie was Oliver's daughter, he'd leave us alone," Ginny sobbed.

"Oliver," George said. "Did you tell him you were Kallie's father?"

Oliver nodded. "I'm not sure he believes me though. I mean, my story of how I got Ginny pregnant seemed pretty credible, especially after talking to her just now, but I don't know if he bought it."

Fred and George nodded in unison. "Oliver, take her back to Hermione and Harry's. Stay there with her until we contact you. George, you go find Harry, Ron, and Charlie. I will find Bill, Lee, and Dean. If we have time, we need to get Neville, Remus, and Seamus."

Oliver and Ginny Apparated back to the Potters' flat. Hermione shrieked when they just popped up in her living room. Then she gasped as she saw Ginny. "What happened to her? Oliver, why are her face and chest covered in bruises? What happened to her?"

Oliver picked up Ginny and carried her to the couch. "She was alone in the shop and Michael came in. He tried to take advantage of the situation."

"Oliver walked by and saw what he was doing and stopped him," Ginny said weakly, clinging desperately to Oliver's hand. "And then Fred and George came in just after Michael left. They sent me home and told me not to come back to work. They said Michael is just too much trouble."

Hermione nodded. "They're right. I do not want you without an adult around at any time. If Harry is not home at night, I am going to make sure that either Ron or Oliver is here. If I need you to baby-sit, Oliver is going to help you. We're going to keep you safe at all costs."

"Including my social life?" Oliver teased.

"I thought she was your social life," Hermione teased back. "If you have Ginny, what would you need with a social life?"

Ginny just sat on the couch shaking during this exchange. Then she heard Kallie crying. She stood up. "I'm going to her."

Hermione nodded and let her go to her room she shared with her baby.

Ginny picked her daughter up and held her in her arms. The baby kept crying. "Are you hungry, princess?" she asked the baby girl. Ginny sat down in her rocking chair and began to nurse Kallie. "That's better, isn't it?" she whispered. The baby was sucking eagerly and hungrily.

In the living room, Hermione looked at Oliver. "It's almost five. If you want, you can just stay now."

He nodded. "All right. What's for dinner?"

Hermione smiled. "Always the hungry little boy, aren't you? We're having chicken and potatoes."

"And Professor McGonagall is coming?" Oliver asked.

"Professor Dumbledore is coming with her. You know how they are; during the summer they can't stand to be apart." She smiled. "My parents are also coming; they've been out of town for about four months and they just got back this morning; they invited themselves over for dinner as did Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin."

"The Dursleys are coming?" Oliver said with a look of disgust pervading his face.

"I'm not pleased about it either, but yes they are. They said they want to visit us. Harry thinks they want something."

"I'm with him," Oliver said.

"So am I, to be perfectly honest," Hermione said. "I really don't want them to come but I couldn't think of an excuse that they wouldn't say 'oh that doesn't bother us' to. I told them there would be six wizards at dinner; that did not faze them. I told them the meal would be cooked by magic; they didn't care. I told them people would be doing magic and discussing the magical world during dinner and they didn't care."

"They either want something really badly or are really desperate for your cooking."

Hermione laughed. "I haven't cooked a meal without the aid of magic since I left Hogwarts. Harry and the children would starve if I could not cook with the aid of magic. But when we first got married, I had to get Mrs. Weasley to teach me how to cook with magic."

Oliver smiled. "I remember some of your first meals you cooked."

"They were terrible," Ginny, said coming into the room with Kallie in her arms. "Some days, I hear Harry would do something to destroy the food and get the two of you invited to dinner at Fred's."

"Well, Katie is a good cook," Hermione said defensively. "And I wasn't. So finally, after we had dinner with one of the twins and his family every day for a week and a half, Katie, Alicia, and Mrs. Weasley gave me a crash course in magical cooking."

"And Harry's been satisfied with her cooking ever since," Ginny finished.

Sirius toddled into the room just then. "Owie! Owie!"

Oliver ran over to his godson and picked him up just before he fell over. "Hey, Sirius. How's my little man?"

Sirius just smiled and hugged his godfather. Ginny smiled. Oliver was a natural with little kids. Sirius was frantically chattering away. Ginny looked at Oliver. "What's he saying?"

Oliver shook his head. "It's all gibberish at this stage. Every now and then I catch a word I recognize but most of it is all goo-goo-ga-ga."

Ginny smiled. "He looks so much like Harry. James looks like his father too, but he's more his grandfather."

"James Albus Potter is the spitting image of James Michael Potter," Oliver said. "It's actually disturbing."

"I think Harry likes it though," Ginny said. "It gives him a connection to his father. It's not enough that he has the same Patronus as his father or he looks exactly like his father except for his eyes; he has to go and have a son who looks exactly like his father and even has his father's eyes."

Oliver smiled. "You know, both these boys will probably be great Seekers. Harry could have made a great Seeker professionally. But instead he joined the Ministry as an Auror."

"He's happier as an Auror than he would have been playing professional Quidditch though," Ginny said.

"Yeah, professional Quidditch really doesn't leave you much time for a wife and a family," Oliver agreed. "That's part of why I'm retiring. I want to settle down and have a family." He looked at the smirk on Ginny's face. "What? Can't you see me as a husband and father? Haven't your brothers been talking about trying to get you to marry me?"

Ginny sighed and then laughed. "Yes, my brothers have been trying to hook us up. However, that is Fred and George for you. They want me to get married because they got married at nineteen and Harry got married at eighteen."

"Percy, Bill, and Charlie were in over twenty when they got married, so what are they worried about?"

"I don't know," she said "I'm only twenty-one; I still have. Bill and Charlie were in their late twenties when they got married. Percy was like twenty-three when he got married. I am not worried about it. I'll find a husband."

Oliver looked at her. "So you don't need Fred and George to fix you up with me?"

Ginny grabbed the nearest pillow on the couch and put it over her face. Oliver put Sirius down and went over to Ginny. He pulled the pillow off her face and saw that her face was red as her hair. "I was just teasing you," he said. "Forget I ever asked you."

Ginny relaxed. Oliver sat down next to her. "So when's McGonagall coming over?"

There was a loud CRACK and then Professor McGonagall appeared. There was another CRACK and Professor Dumbledore appeared. "Ginny!" Professor McGonagall gasped. "What happened to your face?"

"Michael," she muttered, suddenly clinging to Oliver. Oliver wrapped his arm around her, sensing that she needed to feel protected. He was suddenly filled with a sense of how small and how frail she was. He felt tears soaking his shirt and reasoned they were coming from her eyes. This was not going to be an easy day for her to recover from. Professor McGonagall sat down on the other side of Ginny and handed Oliver a handkerchief. Oliver wiped her face as carefully as he could, frequently hitting himself in the chest though. Ginny clung to him even more tightly. Oliver gently removed Kallie from her mother's arms and handed her to Professor Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ginny. "Ginny, I want to talk to you. Could you and Oliver come with me into your bedroom?"

Ginny nodded. She and Oliver stood up and went into her bedroom with Professor McGonagall. Ginny and Oliver sat down on her bed while McGonagall sat down in the rocker. "Ginny," the professor said gently. "Tell me about the night Michael raped you. I want you to go through the entire day or as much of it relates to that event."

Ginny nodded and clinging to Oliver for security began, "I went to work that morning like I always do. I was a little depressed because Colin and I had broken up the night before. Michael saw that I was upset and offered to take me out to a Muggle pub after work. He said it would cheer me up. I did not know what he really was at the time, so I agreed to go out with him. When we got to the pub, he ordered a round of a Muggle beer or whiskey; it was like Fire whiskey, you know very strong. After that first one, I was already a little tipsy but Michael kept ordering me more and I kept getting more and more smashed. I realized after about six beers that Michael had not been drinking anything at all but rather giving me his drinks. I told him I would have enough I wanted to go home. He took me to his flat and threw me on his bed. Then he ripped off my clothes and threw them on the floor somewhere. Then he took off his own clothes and jumped on top of me." Ginny began sobbing but went on. "Then he beat me for a long time and then he-he," she gripped Oliver's shoulder tighter and began sobbing forcefully and uncontrollably.

Oliver rubbed her back. "It's all right, sweetie. I have you. You are safe. He can't hurt you here."

"Ginny," McGonagall said. "If you don't want to go on, you don't have to. I can guess what happened after this."

Ginny shook her head. "I'll go on. I need to say this. Then he forced himself in me and raped me. I remember crying and crying because it hurt so much and I hated him so much. He kept swearing at me and telling me to shut up. He told me I deserved to be treated like that after getting drunk like that. Finally, he threw me on the floor and said I was boring him. I fell asleep there, I guess. However, I woke up before he did and got dressed. Then I Apparated to my parents' house. I found out I was pregnant about three or four weeks later and quit my job at the Ministry. And Fred and George gave me a job at 3W."

Oliver was filled with rage at Michael for treating Ginny like this. He had treated her as if she was less than human. He held her in his arms and let her cry for a long time. Finally, her tears ran dry and she just clung to him. Professor McGonagall looked at her. "Ginny, you know that Oliver's last serious relationship was with Katie Bell but do you know why they broke it off? And it wasn't really the reason that they told everyone."

Ginny shook her head. Oliver looked at her. "Gin, Katie is my cousin. Katie found out shortly before we broke up but she did not tell me. Our relationship was falling apart so I figured that was why we were splitting but shortly after I joined the Order of the Phoenix, I found out that Katie, Alicia, and Harry are all my cousins on my mum's side of the family. I also found out that Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are my mum's parents."

"We raised our children under false last names," Professor McGonagall explained. "The girls were raised under the last name McKinnon and James under the last name 'Potter'. Katie is my daughter Margaret's daughter, Alicia is Emma's daughter, Oliver is my daughter Julie's son, and Harry is my son James' son. So, technically, the Quidditch team that Oliver captained his fifth through seventh years is now all related. Katie, Alicia, Oliver, and Harry are cousins, Fred and George are twins, and Angelina is married to the twins' brother. And Gred and Forge are married to Katie and Alicia, making them related to Oliver and Harry."

Ginny smiled faintly. "So, you're both Lily and James's great-grandmother and their godmother."

She nodded. "Harry thought that it would be fitting seeing as I didn't get to help raise him, I could help raise his children."

Ginny nodded. "It's weird think of you being Harry's grandmother."

"Ginny," Oliver said. "What color is Grand mum's hair? What color is my hair? What color is Katie's hair? What color is Alicia's hair? What color is Harry's hair? We all have the same shade of black hair."

Ginny shrugged. "I guess I do see some resemblance. When did Harry and Alicia find out?

"Alicia found out after her seventh year and Harry found out in the middle of his sixth year," Professor McGonagall said.

Hermione stuck her head in the room. "Are you three done in here? I hate to pester you but the Dursleys are here and I need help with them."

"We're out there now," Ginny said. "Talking to Oliver and Professor helped. They really helped."

Hermione smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. Now come save me! Professor Dumbledore took Sirius and Kallie into the twins' room to play with them there. Now I have Petunia Dursley inspecting my kitchen as she is looking for some sign that I am not perfect. I need help!"

Oliver, Ginny, and Professor McGonagall hurried into the living room. Vernon and Dudley Dursley were sitting on the couch. Dudley had not lost any weight since Harry's Hogwarts years and took up most of the couch. Petunia was snooping around the kitchen as she was looking for something. Vernon looked at Oliver. "Who are you and what do you do? What kind of car do you drive?"

Oliver looked at him as he sat down in a large chair that held two people. Ginny sat down in his lap. Oliver spoke slowly. "I'm Oliver Wood; I'm an old friend of Harry and Hermione from their school days. I just retired from playing professional Quidditch and this fall I will start teaching Arithmancy at Hogwarts. And I don't own a car." Oliver knew perfectly well that Vernon Dursley barely understood anything he said.

Vernon looked at Ginny. "Who are you? What do you do? And what kind of car do you drive?"

She snuggled up against Oliver. "I'm Ginny Weasley. My older brother, Ron, is Harry's best friend. In the fall, I'll start teaching charms at Hogwarts and I don't own a car."

"You don't own a car?" Dudley said. "How can you not own a car?"

"I don't know," Oliver said, stroking Ginny's cheek. "I've just never need one. Grand mum, how have you lived without a car your entire life?"

Petunia Dursley looked at him. "She's your Grand mum?"

"And Harry's," Oliver said with a smile. "Petunia Dursley, I'd like you to meet Minerva McGonagall-Dumbledore, the mother of James Potter."

Before the Dursleys could say anything, Professor Dumbledore came in. "And I'm James Potter's father, Albus Dumbledore. That is my grandson, Oliver Wood." Harry Apparated into the room. "And that is my one of my other grandsons, Harry Potter."

Petunia looked at Harry. "These people are your grandparents?" she asked in a strangled sort of voice.

"Grandfather is the headmaster of Hogwarts and Grand mum is the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts," Harry said. "Do you have a problem with my relatives?"

Petunia gasped. "Whose child is that?" she was pointing to Callie who was in Albus's arms.

"Oh," Ginny said. "That's my daughter." She stood up, took her daughter from Professor Dumbledore, and sat back down in Oliver's lap.

"Oh, so you're Harry's cousin's wife?" Petunia asked.

"Yes she is," Harry said. "They got married last spring and they had Kallie at the end of March."

Oliver looked at Harry who shot him a look that said, "Just play along." Oliver nodded. "The past sixteen months have been the best sixteen months of my life," he said, kissing Ginny's cheek.

Ginny smiled. "Oh, Oliver, not in front of everyone! You know I love you but please, keep that for when we're alone."

Harry sighed. "They're such newlyweds."

Hermione nodded. "They're so cute." Someone knocked on the door. "That must be my mum and dad."

It was. Once Mr. and Mrs. Granger were inside, Hermione called everyone into the dining room for dinner. Harry left the room for a minute and came back with Lily, James, and Sirius. Dinner was a calm affair. The Dursleys mostly kept to themselves, not quite sure of how to behave in the presence of six wizards.

After dinner, however, Harry looked at his aunt and uncle. "All right, why are you here? I know you didn't come over just for the company so what do you want?"

Petunia looked at him. "Look, we've heard about what you did in your seventh year at that school of yours. In addition, we have found out that the person you killed was going to kill people like us probably us even. And we wanted to say that we're sorry for the way we treated you when you were younger."

"Really?" Harry said coldly. "You're sorry for making me lives in a closet for ten years? You are sorry for making me wear clothes that were over five times too big for me. You are sorry for lying to me about who my parents were. Are you really sorry or do you just want me to forgive you so you can feel better?'

Petunia Dursley just stared at him. Vernon said, "How dare you speak to us after all we did for you? We fed you, we clothed you, we took care of you; we were a better family to you than your own grandparents and cousins were."

Oliver shifted Ginny off his lap. He stood up and walked over to Vernon Dursley. "Never speak of my grandfather like that! Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time. He is also the greatest grandfather ever! The only reason he left Harry with you was that Voldemort was more likely to find Harry if he was in the Wizarding world. It was too dangerous for Harry to be with my family or my grandparents or my aunts' families. You are the ungrateful wretch, not Harry! You have no idea of what Voldemort would have done to you if he hadn't been killed, so just shut the heck up."

The Dursleys left after Oliver's little blow-up. Oliver looked at Harry. "Why did you tell them that Ginny and I are married?"

"Petunia would have had a field day with Ginny if she found out that Ginny was an unwed mother. It was easier to just say that you were Ginny's husband and Kallie's father than to explain everything," Harry explained calmly.

Oliver looked at Ginny. "It seems, my dear that the entire world has set out with one goal-to get you and I married. What do you say we do about it?"

"I say," Ginny said calmly. "I think we should just take this slowly and see where is takes us. If we end up married, everyone will be exceedingly happy."

Oliver smiled and kissed her cheek while Harry and Hermione exchanged mischievous looks.