A/N – Welcome to chapter 3. Whoooo.
Disclaimer – I own nothing. Not even my own body. How sad is THAT?
Happy
Ginny Weasley
She wasn't happy. No matter how many smiles she put on, no matter how often she said "I'm okay", she knew she wasn't. She had lost the love of her life, and she knew he wasn't coming back. Ginny Weasley sighed as she looked at the photos. The memories. The happiness that had once been there. None of that was there anymore. And it would never come back. No matter how many boys came into Ginny's life, none of them would be like him. Loving, caring, funny… a shoulder to cry on when she needed it. A friend. No, no other boy could ever be the same.
"Ginny."
Just the way he spoke her name made her get butterflies in her stomach.
Ginny turned the page to the boy she had once loved, the boy she still loved. The boy who no longer loved her. The Boy-Who-Lived. "Harry…"
"Ginny you need to understand something. No matter what, Ginny, I will always love you. Just not in the way you want me to. Ginny, I'm in love now. I have a child. Please, please don't make this any harder on yourself. Ginny, you can find yourself another love. It doesn't have to be me. There are plenty of guys out there who would die to be with you. Please, Ginny, don't lock yourself away just because of this. It's not worth it. Ginny, promise me. Promise me you won't keep yourself locked away like this."
She had promised him. She had promised with all her heart that she would try. And she was going to try. No matter how long it took, no matter how hard it was, Ginny would get over this. She had promised Harry… and Ginny kept her promises.
Yes, Ginny would be happy. No matter what.