Ch3 Reunion
As Harry sat in his bed he felt as if somehow he had known this. Yet he knew the truth that in this false reality Neville was the chosen one. Harry shook his head thinking, 'Neville could never be the chosen one. I'm the chosen one. He doesn't have what it took to kill the Dark Lord.'
Harry shook his head in order to get his thoughts straight. With a sigh Harry stood and made the decision. He was going downstairs and figure out his plan of action. With that decided he went over to his closet, opened it, and gasped. He had a 20ft walk in closet that went up 3 stories high. Getting his bearings Harry selected a muggle outfit, dressed, and went downstairs. When he walked into the kitchen he saw his mother making breakfast and his father sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet.
"Morning mum, morning dad," Harry said in his most cheerful tone.
"You ok?" his mother asked still looking concerned.
"I'm fine besides the fact that I'm starving. What's for breakfast mum?" asked Harry, smiling.
James looked from one to the other with mild curiosity, but decided it was nothing and returned to his paper.
After breakfast Harry, his mom, and his dad left for Diagon Alley, because Harry's Hogwarts letter arrived earlier that morning. When Harry and his parents were halfway through their shopping, Harry saw her. Walking with her hand in her mothers he saw his wife and the love of his life. Ginny Weasley. Just at that moment she looked up and their eyes met. Harry began to feel the familiar sensation of his stomach turning up side down and inside out. He couldn't help himself, he began to grin. Just as quickly as it spread across his face he pushed it back and put his head down, so she wouldn't see, although he knew that it was too late. He stole a quick glance in Ginny's direction only to realize that she was coming toward him. Harry stood rooted to the spot, terrified that he might do something to push her away. He had lost her once; he knew that he could not go through that again. Ginny was drawing closer and Harry was panicking. He stared, looking around for a place to hide before she got to him. When at last he found a place it was too late she was standing 6ft from him.
"Hello Harry." Ginny said with a blank face.
"Do you remember me? Do you remember what happened?" Harry stuttered barely able to get the words out.
"Oh, Harry I've prayed that you would remember and you have."
Ginny flung herself into Harry's open arms. If Ginny remembered then he knew that she knew everything. That he wasn't alone, and Ginny had to have remembered her death. The thought passed through his mind but Harry buried it. It pained him to know that the woman he loved died, but there was a silent connection between himself and Ginny. They would never speak of it, but they would try to prevent her death. In Harry's case he would die trying to stop history from repeating itself.
"Oh God I've missed you so." Harry gasped never wanting to let her go.
"I love you so much. Please don't ever leave me." Ginny said this as if her heart was being squeezed until there was nothing left but pulp.
"As long as I can help it you'll never leave my sight, let alone my side again. Ginny, marry me. Again."
"Yes, but how are we going to explain this to our parents."
"We'll think of something. By the time we're ready to tell our parents we'll have a plan."