Chapter 12

And it had all come out.

The inquest concluded accidental death. Ginny's psychologist concluded that she hadn't wanted to fall into the traditional female Weasley role of stay-at-home-mother. The Auror Headquarters concluded that the job was too much of a strain. Hogwarts concluded that Fripping was a dangerous man who had tormented other girls in a similar fashion, leaving them unsure of what had happened and too weak to tell anyone. Even they had never extracted from him his true motive; it was so deep that truth spells galore could not penetrate it.

Mrs Weasley blamed herself. She was a terrible mother who had missed her daughter's plea for help. Mr Weasley said that if he hadn't mounted expectation on Ginny so young this would never have happened. Ron blamed himself for rejecting Harry. If he had been tolerant, it could have all been different. Harry blamed himself. He should have cared for Lily himself and forgotten his team. Ginny would have worked and he could have raised Lily. Ginny was angry at all of them. Why couldn't just let her take responsibility. It was entirely her fault. She had been careless and selfish and stupid. Only Hermione seemed to understand this. She never once told Ginny she wasn't to be blamed but she never scorned her either and the Daily Prophet was. Hermione said its how life was. You make mistakes

'The important part is that you learn from them.' Hermione had told Ginny one sunny evening. They were sitting under the same tree they had been a year ago. So much had changed and yet they were still drawn here.

Lily was buried round the other side of the same tree. It seemed only right in Ginny's eyes.

'People think I will forget her that I will move on because I never showed her any real attention. But I can't do that, she always be near me, reminding me of the lack of interest I took in her' Ginny wept. When she slept all she saw were babies crawling round and round in circles. It was an endless nightmare.

'Gin, have you tried conjuring a patronous recently?' Hermione asked.

'No' sniffed Ginny 'why?'

'I think you should, here right now.'

Ginny was about to argue when weakness over took her. If she didn't, Hermione would keep pestering her. Sighing she raised her wand and imagined Lily playing on the floor next to her. Erupting from her want was a dove. There was something about the eyes of the dove that looked oddly familiar. Ginny gazed in to the birds eyes and saw that, they were coloured. She had never seen this in a patronous before. They were bright green and sparkled. Ginny knew those eyes. She understood why Hermione had wanted her to do this. If her guardian was Lily, then she couldn't resent her from the grave could she! Tears filled her eyes again as the figure soared away.

Months later, Ginny could be found sitting in a Muggle waiting room. This time though there were obvious differences. Ginny wasn't pale with worry and she wasn't alone. Sitting next to her was Harry, his hand in hers.

'Ginny Weasley' the receptionist called. Ginny rose and ascended the stairs.

'Good morning Miss Weasley' called the Doctor as she entered the room. Ginny smiled. It was the same man she has seen nearly two years ago. So he had known then. Well, it didn't matter anymore. The Doctor also sensed that the news wanted this time was the opposite to the last. His mouth spread into a broad gin

'Congratulations Miss Weasley. You are pregnant.'

It was the happiest moment that Ginny could ever remember.' Oh thank-you, thank-you' she stuttered.'

'Feel more prepared this time?' Ginny nodded her head and answered

'I've grown into it.'

Minutes later she ran out of the surgery and into Harry's waiting arms. One look told him all. He picked her up and swung her around, both oblivious to all the people starring at them. The receptionist was smiling and an old lady nearby called

'I hope it goes well for you kids, Lord knows not enough people are happy about pregnancy anymore.'

Hand in hand Ginny and Harry left. They walked down an alleyway and apparate away. But not into the Weasley house. Not just yet. They arrived together next to the large tree in the garden. Together they told Lily about her younger brother or sister. Then, holding hands they looked out over the village. Neither was speaking. Harry was deciding that their child would grow up near here. It was the perfect setting.

'Thank-god' Ginny was thinking. 'I was given another chance. This time I won't mess it up.' She turned to look up at Harry who at that moment looked down at her. And simultaneously they spoke

'This time it will be different'.

The End

A/N ok this is the first ever fan fiction that I have completed. It's a weird feeling! I am planning another one but much more lighthearted and comical hopefully- I've never really done amusing writing so any advice will be gratefully excepted.

Thank-you to everyone who has read this, it's a real confidence boost. I know I ended the Fripping thing suddenly but to be honest he had sort of faded and I couldn't think of an interesting way to re-introduce him.

Thanks again and I hoped you enjoyed it.