Disclamier- Playing in the playground of Harry Potter because I own nothing. I wish they were mine.
Author's Note- Wow. That was alot of reviews for only a first chapter. Only one I think wasn't very good and the rest were good reviews so I'm thankful. Here are my personal thank yous;
Jetkitten- I have a couple people comment on her "babyish" nonsense. To clarify, I didn't really want her to be as babyish as she acts. And when I posted it, it seemed more babyish than I meant it to be. I actually called my mom "mamma" when I was eleven, to tell you the truth. She acts this way as well is because she is considered more of an adult around her step-dad and around Ginny she can act like a little kid if she wants because Ginny just wants to give her a break. Thanks for your review though. It's one of the good ones.
Leanne- I'm glad you like it. I thought I would never get any reviews for this story. Guess I was wrong. Thanks again.
NaughtyBella- Ah, one of my constant reviewers. I have already explained about Elizabeth, she is a suck but yeah. Hope you enjoy this story.
Teresa- In chapter one, there was a break after she asked him to make love to her, between that time, they "did it". Hope that is good enough for you.
WhiteRose101- LOL! I had a feeling that someone would come out and say that. Yes, I hate Clay very much. Harry will be here. You'll see.
Puzzeled Air Elemental- Thank you very much. Hope you enjoy this chapter as well.
fab- I love the nickname Izzy Bee. It is so cute. And I just had to use it in this story.
Elizabeth- Thank you for your comments. Honsetly, thank you. However, some children mature faster than others. This child hasn't quite matured as much as Harry was at age eleven but yeah.
Magie- Thanks for the review.
cutieme012- I agree! Go Harry! lol.
Wonderous- Aww, thank you. Hope this chapter is good as well.
pistolera- Aw, yeah everyone wants to kick Clay's ass, but I get first dibs because he is my character after all. lol. Yeah, I agree. A man who hits a woman is a coward. Me and you can be Ginny's personal bodyguards and be like "Uh yeah sorry asshole, but we are taking her to Harry Potter, so go, uh, eat shit or something!" LOL. We would be the best bodyguards ever, because me and you could take on a Quidditch player no problem. Okay, I'll jump him and you bite his leg. LOL!
Awakening from the Past
Chapter Two
He had slept a good eight hours but somehow he still felt overly tired. At the tender age of thirty, he really needed all the sleep he could get but thought better of the thought at the moment. He sat in his favourite lounge chair and reached for the Daily Prophet, only to see Clay Devereaux as always on the front cover. He was smiling very big in his fancy dress robes of navy blue, accompanied by his wife, none other than Ginerva Weasley-Devereaux and what looked to be their daughter, Elizabeth Weasley-Devereaux. He watched as Ginny smiled weakly for the cameras and waved up at him. She seemed happy. He frowned. He hated seeing her happy without him, being with that jerk instead of him.
'You lost her mate. You chose this.' He said to himself. He noted that Ginny's daughter looked very unhappy. She clutched her mother's hand fairly tight and when Clay went to put his arm around his daughter, she shrugged it off. He frowned. He wished that little Elizabeth Devereaux was his daughter. His daughter with Ginny.
Ginny knew she hadn't slept very long when she heard banging on her bedroom door. She groggly opened her eyes to the dark room and made her way towards the door. Picking up her wand from where she tossed it only a couple hours previous, she unlocked her door to face Elizabeth, readying herself to bang the door again.
'Izzy Bee...' But the look on Elizabeth's face told Ginny she wasn't really in the mood for what her mother had to say, 'What's wrong?'
Elizabeth held out her right arm her show a quickly forming blue-purple bruise on the upper part of her arm. Her daughter's lithe body always bruised quite easily, even at the slightest touch.
'Oh dear Merlin.' Ginny gasped, 'How did that happen?'
'HE said I was giving him attitude and when I tried to run up here and wake you he grabbed hold of my arm and told me that "I couldn't always run to you with my problems and I need to learn to stand up for myself". Elizabeth stated, her eyes bore tears.
Ginny fumed. She quickly took her daughter by the hand and lead her down the stairs. When she entered the kitchen, she spotted Clay with the newspaper hiding his face.
'Clay! We need to talk, right now.' Ginny said, letting go of her daughter's hand.
'Hmm? What about, dear?'
'You know damn well about what! Care to explain why my daughter has a huge bruise forming on her arm?'
'Elizabeth was getting out of line so... I simply put back into line.' Clay explained calmly.
'How dare you lay a hand on my child!' Ginny gritted through her teeth. She stomped over towards him.
'OUR child.' Clay replied, tossing the paper into the garbage and standing up so that his height of six foot over powered her five foot four body, 'She may be that Potter's child but bloody fucking hell I am raising her.'
Ginny felt brave at the moment, 'Go to Hell!' That did it.
Clay began to fume and when his left hand wrapped around her neck, she knew she shouldn't have gone that far, 'Oh I will, but until then, she lives under my house, my rules. And I don't care if she likes them or not. She will treat me like her father and if she doesn't like that,' He tightened his grip around Ginny's neck, 'She can pay the price.'
'LET GO OF HER!' Elizabeth screamed, trying to pry his hand off her mother's neck, 'YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HER!
Clay pushed Elizabeth away with his free. 'You got it?' He asked Ginny.
'I...Yes.' Ginny gasped out. Clay chucked her across the room so that she landed against the wall behind her.
'Good.' Clay replied heading up the stairs to his study.
As soon as she knew her step-dad was out of sight, Elizabeth ran over to her mother and kneeled down next to her, 'Mum? Oh my god, mum, are you alright?' Elizabeth felt tears run down her cheeks. She had seen her step-dad beat on her mum before but everytime they fought, he just got worse and worse.
'Yes, Izzy, I'm alright.' Ginny panted, trying to catch her breath and to not show her weakness in front of her daughter. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to worry about her. She was the mum. She was suppost to do the worrying.
'Mum, you're not alright. He choked you nearly to death and then threw you across the room! Mum, please, go see Aunt Mione. You have a bruise forming on your neck already.'
'Sweetface, I'll be...'
'Mummy please.'
Ginny sighed. Elizabeth did have a point, and besides, she was heading off to visit with Hermione and her brother, Ron today anyways, so she might as well. Here's to a two hour bitch from her brother and sister-in-law, telling her to leave him. But the fact was, if she COULD leave him, she would have done it a long time ago, 'Alright. We'll go after some breakfest.'
Once she settled her daughter down with a breakfest of bacon, eggs and toast, Ginny snatched the mail off the counter and flipped through to see what was worth reading and then headed to the garbage to pick the Daily Prophet out. She noticed a ripped open letter in the garbage and pulled it out along with the paper. The front of the envelope read:
Miss Elizabeth Weasley-Devereaux
1584 Vennio Lane
London, England
She turned the letter over to see the Hogwarts seal ripped in two. Ginny frowned, 'Hunny, why was this in the trash?' she asked, holding the letter out in front of Elizabeth's face.
Elizabeth snatched it, and placed it on her lap under the table,' I...I don't know.'
Ginny snatched the letter back from her daughter, taking the actual letter out of the envelope and began to read:
Dear Miss Weasley-Devereaux
We are please to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
'Oh Sweetface! This is great. You got in!' Ginny exclaimed.
'But, I...I can't go mum.'
'And why is that?' Ginny asked, puzzled.
'Clay said I couldn't go. That he wants me to go to Durmstrang like he did and learn some skills I can "actually use". He says you get no education out of Hogwarts.' Elizabeth replied.
Ginny placed her arms across her chest, 'I went to Hogwarts and I turned out just fine. So did your father.'
'It was his words mum, not mine.'
'Well, I'll speak to your step-dad, but you will be going to Hogwarts, young lady. Trust me.'
Elizabeth's eyes lit up, 'Really? Oh mum, I can't wait. I've been reading so much about Hogwarts in Hogwarts, A History. It seems like such a wonderful place.'
Ginny laughed, 'I think you've been spending a bit too much time around your Aunt Mione. Now hurry up and eat. We have a busy day today.'
'I can't believe this is happening again. He's was fine for a good few months. What made him snap this time?' Hermione was carefully examining the bruise on Ginny's neck, while Ron scoffed in the corner with Elizabeth.
'We started fighting about his ways of dealing with Izzy, so we yelled, he told me she may be Harry's child but he's raising her and then I told him to go to hell, and then that's how this happened.' Ginny replied, pointing at her neck.
'Did he choke you?' Hermione asked.
'Yes.'
'Bastard!' Ron snapped,
'Ron please. Watch your mouth around Izzy.'
'She probably hears worse in that house. Hasn't him abusing you taught you anything? MOVE OUT! Next time I see that arse, I'll kill him!'
'Ron, if I had the choice, I would, but I really don't have a choice in this matter at the moment. He could kill me before I got the chance to leave.'
'I'd kill him first.'
'Sorry to say Ron but you couldn't!' Ginny snapped, 'You're not better than everyone you know!'
'But mum, Uncle Ron is a Quidditch player just like Clay. He could beat his arse if he wanted.' Elizabeth butted in.
'Elizabeth Lillian Weasley-Devereaux! Watch your mouth young lady.' Ginny said sternly.
'And another thing. You really need to change that name of hers. Elizabeth Lillian Weasley should be her name, and you know it.' Ron replied, placing his hands on his niece's shoulders.
'Oh yes mum. Can we change it? Please.' Elizabeth said, her voice showing signs of hope.
'It would just start another fight with Clay. And besides, if she wanted to change her name, why not give her Weasley-Potter instead. Harry is her father.' Hermione said, dabbing some ointment on Ginny's neck.
'Was her father.' Ron muttered.
'Ronald! He was your best friend!'
'Yeah, but he's an idiot! He hurt my sister at the end of our sixth year, saying he didn't want her getting hurt, trying to play the "good boy hero". Than he takes advantage of her on the battlefield while Ginny was not emotionally stable...'
'Hey!'
'He made love to her and then took off and got himself killed, leaving my sister to raise a child all on her own!'
'It wasn't his fault!' Ginny snapped
'If I could do it over, I would have made sure he stayed away from you.' And with that, Ron marched straight out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
'Does Uncle Ron hate me?' Elizabeth asked, looking close to tears.
'Of course not sweet.' Hermione smiled at her niece, 'He just...He just really ha-dislikes your father at the moment.'
'Oh... Was my dad really that bad of a person?'
'No! Of course not.' Ginny said, getting up from her seat and kneeling in front of her daughter, 'Your dad was a wondeful person. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Your dad was a hero. He saved so many people in turn for his own life. You dad loved me very much.'
'Do you think dad would have liked me?' Elizabeth asked, tears dripping down her face.
'Oh Sweetface.' Ginny replied, hugging her daughter, 'Your dad would have loved you. He would have loved you with all of his heart.'
Ginny walked up the front steps of 45 Dragoon Alley to her co-worker and good friend, Lavender Zabini's house. Both of them worked as secretaries for the Minister of Magic. Lavender married ex-Slytherin and ex-best friend of Draco Malfoy two months after Elizabeth's fifth birthday. Six years and they were still going strong. Ginny rang the doorbell and it was immediatly opened by Lavender.
'Gin!' Lavender exclaimed as she pulled her friend into a hug. After the war, so many of their good friends had been lost. Lavender's best friend, Parvati, had been one of them. So she took it upon herself to become close friends with Hermione and Ginny.
'Thanks for doing this for me.' Ginny replied, stepping into Lavender's house. It was gorgeous. Much like her own really. Big, very big. Nice furniture, beautiful paintings on the wall. Blaise loved to spoiled Lavender whenever he possibly could.
'Oh it's not a problem. We love watching Elizabeth. And it will give us something to do while we take a break from packing.' Lavender smiled, ascourting Ginny and Elizabeth into the living room. Blaise was lying on the couch watching what looked to be "television".
'Packing?' Ginny asked, puzzled.
'Lavender's taking two weeks off work so we can go visit my family in Italy.' Blaise replied, getting up from the couch.
'How nice.'
'Uncle B!' Elizabeth shouted, running towards Blaise.
'Why hello Elizabeth.' Blaise picked the girl up in his arms, swinging her around, 'Have you grown since the last time I saw you?' He asked, placing her on feet on the ground. He put his hand atop her head and measured it against his body.
'I think so.' She laughed, 'I'm almost as tall as you.'
'Ah, but that is the key word, Elizabeth. Almost, you got quite a bit more growing left to do.' Blaise smiled. He walked over to Ginny, taking her hand in his and placing a gentle kiss on the top of it, 'And why hello to you too Ginny.'
Ginny smiled. He really had changed quite a bit since their schooling days, 'Hello Blaise.'
'How are you doing? Are you feeling alright today?' He asked her. She knew he was referring to the fact that today was the day she lost Harry.
'I'm managing. Better than I thought I was going to.' Ginny replied, sighing.
'Time heals everything.' was Blaise's reply.
'Let's hope. But anyways, I need to get going. Hermione's waiting in the car for me. So you're sure it isn't a problem watching Izzy.'
'Of course not!' Lavender replied. She turned to watch her husband and Elizabeth playing around on the floor, 'Sometimes I wonder why I want children when I already have one of my own.'
Ginny chuckled. She then proceeded to give her friend a hug, 'Thank you so much.'
'It's no problem. Take as long as you need. When you get back, we can sit down and have some tea. How's that sound?' Lavender replied, returning the girl's gesture of grattiude.
'Great. Thank you.'
They were quite the whole ride there. There had been a few times Hermione went to strike up a conversation but knew better than that. She would leave her friend to her peace and her thoughts. She knew Ginny would be thankful for that. Hermione made a quick left that led them into the village once know as Godric's Hollow. Most of the house had been destroyed thanks to the war. When they had to choose a site for Harry's body to be buried, the decision was made by herself, Ginny, Ron and Remus. All deciding that Harry would want to be buried behind his parent's house, beside their own graves. It pained them all to see the three graves standing one next to the other. They all died too young.
Before Hermione stopped the car she heard something come out of Ginny's mouth that sounded like, 'So terrible.' When the car made a complete halt, Hermione was the first out of the car. She actually had to go around to the passenger side and open the door. 'Ginny. Are you alright? If you don't want to do this...'
'No. No I...I want to do this. I need to do this.' Ginny replied, undoing the seatbelt, the only thing holding her back. When she got out of the car, she gently closed the passenger door, took Hermione's hand in hers and allowed the older girl to walk them to what use to be the Potter's home. Walking through rubble, wood, and piece of what looked to be the roof, they reached their destination. There stood three single tombstones. They were quite worn down but that could be expected. A quarter of the battle was fought around here. Plus it had been eleven years since Harry's had been place here as well.
'Do you need to do this alone?' Hermione asked, handing Ginny the bouqet of roses they had bought before coming.
'Yes..I..I need to do this on my own.' Ginny replied. It took all the strength she had in herself, not to run away and cry like a little girl. She needed to be strong. She gently dropped to her knees in front of the grave that read Harry James Potter 31st July 1980 - 18th August 1998. He had died so young. He had even died younger than his parents which was even more sad.
'I miss you so much Harry.' Ginny whispered, placing the roses on the ground, 'I really wish you were here. Everything has changed so much since you've been gone. We really needs you around. I need you around. Our daugher needs you around. I wish you could be here to watch her grow up. She's so much like you Harry already, its scary.' She laughed a little, 'I love you with all my heart and I hope you did when you died.'
Ginny knew her body couldn't take it anymore. She broke down, placing her face in her hands as she sobbed.
Time would never heal her broken heart and unmended wounds.
