Potters through time

Prologue: Snippets

September 2.1996

Ginevra Molly Weasley found herself running thru the school at deathpace, a piece of parchment clutched in her hand. A hundred thoughts running thru her head; the most dominant one was about what in the name of Merlin did Harry have to discuss with her, on the second day of the school, that required her to immediately come to the room of requirements, and not tell anybody about it and first second was her contemplation of how much Harry had appeared to have changed since the end of last semester, and battle at the department of mysteries. How much more mature and thoughtful he acted, and how less naïve, but somehow more open or, more precisely, less drawn in himself and less… well, self-centered, but in that noble, self-blaming way of his, had he become. And, somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she had added cute as well.

The door swung open as soon as she approached, and that only served to increase her already rapidly growing paranoia. Unable to control herself, she blurted, as soon as she saw Harry "What is it Harry? Is something wrong with Ron?" and, as if fate decided to rub salt in her wound, or less metaphorically as if that was not embarrassing enough, she had to blurt it in the most hysterical voice even she had ever heard.

Harry, for his part, only chuckled, obviously amused by her odd act. And answered her jokingly "You mean, beside being head over heals smitten by Hermione, and to great of a git to admit it to himself? No, nothing's wrong with your brother"

Ginny was surprised, and truthfully, very delighted by the amount of relaxed, carefree humor displayed by Harry. She was certain that it was first in some time… Actually, she was dead certain that it was the first time he joked since May.

Then his face got serious once again, and he gave her a sign to sit on a chair across from his with his hand.

As soon as she sat down, he rose up, and locked the doors, and then returned into his chair. He took her hands into his own, and looked at her eyes.

"First of all", he started, "I want to apologise for being such a bloody git all these years, and ignored you…" Ginny started to blush furiously, but as much as she wished, something in his eyes just didn't allow her to lower hers. As soon as those words left his mouth, she started to protest, but he brushed it off, and continued "… I know that there are thousand of excuses for that, each and any of them as justifying as you can get, and part of responsibility for that is yours, you still deserved better treatment. I should have treated you way better then I had, and I should never ever have had just signed you off as 'Ron's little sister' and not a person of your own." He finished in very serious voice, then a small grin graced his lips and his eyes lit up before he added "You know, if there was one bright spot in the last school year, it was the fact that I could meet the real Ginny Weasley" His gaze became a bit far away as he was speaking.

Then his eyes darkened somewhat, although his far-away gaze remained, and he added, "That, and I managed to outgrow my crush, and start looking with my hearth, mind and soul, not my eyes and hormones…" there was a slight note of irony, barely noticeable, in his tone. Soon after he started saying that, he got up and he got to the wall, in which, conveniently, appeared a window. As he stared out the window, he continued speaking, and by the tone of his voice, Ginny could guess it was about the actual reason he had invited her there. As his first words leaved his mouths, she rose and approached him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, although she had no clue why she did that, and stared out the window as well.

"I won't lie to you Gin, this summer was complete hell. With Sirius' death, the weekly death reports and… Something else, I was on the brink of madness, but I survived. And what gave the strength to survive was… You…" it appeared that he had foreseen her reaction and quickly continued before she got the chance to respond, "…The memory of your words from Christmas pulled me out from self-blame, and the knowledge that you not only managed to survive your personal demons after your first year, but also managed to become as strong as you showed me you were, gave me strength to confront my own demons, and emerge victorious. And then, after I managed to get a hold of myself, I realized that I couldn't stop thinking about you. The thought of you was my comfort for so long that, when my crisis had gone, the need to think about you remained. And I realized fully then, what wrong had I done to you, and also… How perfect you are." His voice sounded nervous as he said those few last words, and he turned his head to look at her and then quickly looked down as he said "Ginny, I know that you outgrew your crush, and moved on, but I hope that you could give a chance to a dense boy with gift for attracting trouble…"

But he didn't get to finish it, because he suddenly found himself forcibly turned around, and having Ginny's lips on his own. Although surprised, he managed to return the kiss with all the passion welled up in himself, and get as much passion out of Ginny. They stayed locked in kiss for well over twenty minutes, her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his impossibly unruly black hair, his arms strongly wrapped around her waist, pulling her closely to himself.

When the kiss finally broke up, he gave her devilish grin and asked her "Does that mean you accept?"

She just dazedly looked at him and smiled softly, enjoying every second in his arms, and lowered her head on his chest. "Harry, I have never stopped wishing for you, I had not gone over you, just gave up on you. And even then, it was not just a crush, well in the beginning it was, but there was always something more in it, I have always felt something more for you, now I know that, even back then I loved you, and I still do" She said quietly in his chest, not afraid in the least that those words in this early stage of their relationship could scare him away. And her certainty was not ill based for he just took one had from her waist, and raised her head, so he could look into her eyes.

"I love you, too." He told her softly, before leaning for another kiss; this one even better than the first one for, although as passionate as the first one, this one was less feverish, and softer, tenderer…

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September 26. 1999

Harry was not nervous. To say he was nervous would be completely untrue. Because that would be THE understatement of the eon. He had gone over simple nervousness hours ago. He had even gone over panic, and mortification. Now, he was in a state that looked normal and carefree, but it was on the same level of state as insanity in its essence.

As dinner had finally neared it's end, he sighed inwardly, and collected himself. And then he did it. The one thing that both took all of his courage, and took no courage at all to do.

He stood up from his place on the table and asked for a moment of attention. All of the faces turned up to him, and it didn't help to his nerves that half of them were Weasleys. Yet he continued.

"Firstly, I want to thank you all for being with me all this time, and being my family by all but blood. That especially goes to you Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley. You two, and your children have always treated me like one of your own. Tonight, I want you to be witnesses of my wish to become one of you legally as well." After he said that, he turned to surprised Ginny who had sat next to him. He kneed before her, and took out a small, ornately carved box from his pocket, and opened it. It contained a simple ring made out of white gold, with two red runes carved around an emerald.

He took breath, and started "Ginny, I know that we are still young, but I also know that there will never be any person I could ever love as much as I love you, although, I have a sense that will change once I become a parent…" He chuckled, as well as everybody else at the table. Molly Weasley's eyes had watered in happiness.

"…Will you honor me, and by the way give me enough material to shred millions of dementors into pieces…" New round of chuckling came, "…And accept to marry me?"

Ginny just gave him an amused look, before bursting into laugh. She needed a moment to recover before she could answer him, although she was still smiling manically. "Well, I certainly have to give it to you, you have some guts. Proposing to an eighteen year old, in front of her parents and five of her hyper-protective older brothers" she told him in mocked awe.

"Of course I'll marry you, you obnoxious prat…"

February 12. 2000

"Do you, Harry James Potter, take this woman, Ginevra Molly Weasly, to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and health, in good and worst until death do you apart"

"I do!"

"And, do you, Ginevra Molly Weasly take this man, Harry James Potter, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and health, in good and worst until death do you apart"

"I do!"

"By the power bestowed me by god, and the government of our country, I pronounce you Mr. And Mrs. Harry and Ginevra Potter. You may kiss the bride…

June 14. 2000

Ron Weasley panickly bursted into the hospital room at saint Mungo's, where his apparently pregnant sister Ginny was suited for showing too early. He approached her and his brother in law, and his best friend Harry. Not far behind him was his girlfriend, and Harry's other best friend Hermione.

"What's wrong with Ginny?" He asked even before they could greet him.

"Nothing serious, the healer says that it is to be expected with multiple babies" answered Harry, a big, deliriously happy grin spread across his face.

"Twins?" was all he could muster in shock.

"We're having pair of twins" answered Ginny blissfully, while holding Harry's hand.

"Well of course you're having pairs, twins always come in pairs" said dumbly, still recovering Ron. But Hermione on the other side got the true meaning of Ginny's words and before either Harry or Ginny could explain to Ron she did "No, you twit. What your sister meant was that they are having quadruplets" She told him, beaming with happiness for her friends and their luck

"Quad-what?" asked dumbfounded Ron

"Four babies…" Explained Ginny…

January 20. 2002

Harry sighed. He wished he had never have to see this place in his life, but he knew that he had to do it before an innocent life is destroyed. He heavily wished Ginny was there, but he knew that the their recently born triplets needed her more than him. He sighed once again and went to knock on the door to the #4 private drive.

He heard the grunting of his cousin announcing that he'll answer in a minute.

He would have considered Dudley's face comical in probably any other situation, but at the present, he felt a bit sick. And he felt even more repulsed after Dudley howled "You! What are you freak doing at my respectable home!"

"I don't think anything of yours could be called respectable Dudley…" Harry answered in cold, steady voice and continued in such"…But I'm afraid I'm not here to exchange pleasantries with you. I have to talk to you, and I advise you not to irritate me, nothing stops me from just blasting you."

Dudley visibly paled, and moved aside. Still Dudley wouldn't be Dudley if he shoved more than a tiny bit of intelligence so he had to add "Make it quick".

"Oh, believe me, I have no intention of being here any longer than I absolutely must." Answered Harry gravely.

They went into the living room where skinny woman with obviously dyed hair, and a bit too large chest greeted them with snotty "Who is this riffraff, honey?".

Harry chose to ignore this comment and answered, nearly pleasantly "Pleasure meeting you Sheryl, I'm your husband's cousin Harry, and I have something important to discuss with the two of you, so if you would please sit down…"

Her face darkened, and she spit out at him "No good-for nothing freak will tell me what to do in my home…" but there was where Harry's patience wore off, and he wiped out his wand and with lightning speed silenced , pushed into the chair, and petrified her. Resheating his wand he said conversationally, as if nothing had happened "Now, I hope we can speak civilly" then he undid the 'silencio' spell with a wave of his hand, and sat himself down comfortably.

Dudley was torn. On one side he wanted to pounce on Harry for treating his wife in such way, but his fear of Harry's powers won over, and he gently sat down on a chair next to Sheryl's.

"So, now that we're all comfortable, we can start" said Harry, his voice serious, and tired "It is about your son…" but Dudley cut him of "What do you want from my boy" he howled, as he raised from his chair, his fear forgotten for the time being, and loathing radiating from him.

"Sit down" Harry commanded coldly as he once again whipped his wand. "I want to save him from living hell. Since my second round of children came a bit under a week ago, I went to Hogwarts to check if their names are in the book that automatically records the name of every newborn with magical abilities and to my surprise, there I also found the name of Clinton Dursley, born to Dudley and Sheryl Dursley on August 20th last year. And I'm telling you now, I'll be damned before I allow another innocent life be ruined by the fate I experienced by you and those two Ghouls you call parents…" Dudley raised again in furry, but a threatening pointing of Harry's wand got him back in the chair. "You have a choice of being cooperative, or making it hard for you. Either way, little Clinton goes with me, and you end up with altered memories. The only difference is whether I'll just wipe this past five months from your heads and leave, or professionals will carefully alter your memories so there is no damage for you. So what is your choice?"

At once Sheryl answered "You can take the little freak! I want no such thing anywhere near me!" Harry made a forced smile and answered "Now, you see how easy it is to be reasonable"…

Run at a speed faster then the runner thought possible to ever accomplish in her/his life.

I'm not certain if this is the correct wording but, truthfully, I don't care.