Chapter 32 – Once Again

Ginny was laying on her bed in the Burrow, facing the light yellow ceiling. The night's breeze entered the room through the open window. The temperature was pleasant, but she couldn't sleep. Every night she faced the same torment. She was missing Harry so much that she could barely handle it.

The time they spent together during the day wasn't enough nor were the hours spent talking through the mirrors. She needed to be close to him. She needed to touch him.

Her mother probably would go crazy if she knew about Ginny's thoughts. It was too soon, she knew that, but she couldn't avoid it. Everything had changed.

Ginny was no longer Ginny; Harry was no longer Harry. They were one thing only, a mix of both. One soul. One heart. One couple…

Married… She and Harry were legally married. Ginny couldn't believe it when Harry told her they were legally married and emancipated, that their union couldn't be broken, that they were together for life, that by law they were adults.

Ginny didn't have any idea where to start telling her parents. She feared their reaction, especially her mother's. Harry also told her about Sirius' suspicions. They had a lot to think about.

It was weird. Being legally an adult curiously was suitable at the moment, because for each passing day she felt more and more like a true adult.

Ginny ended up falling asleep still missing Harry a lot and with many thoughts in her mind. She didn't even realise when the sleep came. That perception only took place when she found herself once again in the glade covered by snow.

Harry was waiting for her.

Since she was missing him so much, she didn't waste time questioning what was an illusion and what was real. She run to the arms of the man waiting for her, who had the same longing expression on his face.

When Harry's arms wrapped around her kindly, Ginny felt as if an insisting pain had evaporated in an instant. It was a mystery why the hours seemed like days when she was away from him, but she wouldn't lose her chance to have Harry as much as possible at that moment.

'We're here again… What does it mean?' She wondered.

'I don't know, Gin.' Harry replied, sinking his face in her hair and in the curve of her neck. 'Do we need other meaning besides our love?' He stared at her. 'I think about you every minute of the day. It doesn't surprise me that I seek you in my dreams as well.'

'How can this be a dream? If I know I'm sleeping, if my mind is perfectly clear, if I've total control over my actions…'

'Maybe this isn't a dream, maybe it's a reality we created with our love or with our magic or with both. I don't need to think much about it, Gin, I know exactly what's in my heart.'

'That makes sense.'

The world makes more sense when we are here. She thought while she caressed his messy locks. When she brushed his fringe, she noticed something.

'You don't have the scar here…'

Harry shrugged. 'The scar is a mark given to me by Voldemort. I'm happy to know he could only mark my body and not my soul.'

'Me too…'

Any other word Ginny could have in mind was lost when Harry kissed her. This was it. She thought. This was what she was missing all these days, Harry's kiss, Harry's touch, Harry's passion. They had a thirst that they couldn't satiate in the real world, but they had found a way to do it.

The whys stayed for afterwards. Harry was right, they didn't need questions, discussions or philosophies. They knew what they had in their hearts. Their love wasn't questionable, their passion was a consequence and that act was a necessity.

It was liberating knowing that there were no rules or restrictions there. There they didn't need to have a name, an age or shame. They were halves of a while, anxious for junction.

Much later, Ginny languidly laid down over Harry's body and under a warm and soft blanket. She rested her head on his chest, listening the strong beats of his heart and appreciating the feel of his naked skin on her naked skin.

Harry was relaxed and with his eyes closed he was caressing the silky red hair spread on his body. His mind was lost in thoughts about her. In that place, nothing could hurt them, the real world problems seemed small to him. Ginny was all the reality he needed.

'Your hair was this red before.' He commented absently.

'Hmm?' She tranquilly probed.

'In another life… you were a little different, but your hair was the exact same colour.'

'You can remember it?'

'Yes, just a few things… Nothing specific. But I remember that your hair fascinated me as much then as it does today.'

She smiled. 'Do you find my hair pretty?'

'Yes, you are gorgeous.'

She blushed beautifully.

'What's it?' He asked.

'I like to hear your compliments.'

He grabbed Ginny's hand and took it to his lips, giving small kisses to her delicate hands.

'You deserve each one of them.'

Ginny woke up early in the morning, alone in her bed, with the sun entering through her window. She stretched pleasantly. She felt good and was happy. The anguish that had tormented her the night before was gone and the almost uncontrollable need to be with Harry was barely noticeable. She was stable.

'Ginny!' Harry's voice called from the mirror.

She grabbed the object that was under the pillow and answered him. 'Good morning, Harry.'

'Good morning, Gin. Are you feeling good?'

'Yes, very good. And you?'

'Better… Last night was rough. I couldn't stand to be away from you… I thought I was going mad.'

'It was the same for me.' She confessed. 'That was real, wasn't it?'

'I can only believe that is was, it's the only explication… I needed to be with you once more in that wat. Yesterday I felt I need something; I simply didn't know what. I just really understood it when I found in my dreams again.'

Ginny knew exactly what he meant to say.

'Harry, I think our bond has more consequences than what we imagined. There are moments that I feel a need so strong to touch that I feel like I'm going to die. I barely can let go of your hand when I'm beside you. And I can't stop doing accidental magic… I feel as if I'm in a constant unbalance and that you're the only way to stabilize me again.'

'I think we found a way tonight… I think we need to exchange… energy. I don't know, something, so we're stable. I get what you're saying about accidental magic. Sirius keeps watching me the whole time, afraid if I sneeze I'll end up putting the curtains on fire without meaning to.'

'We need to know more about what's happening… I'll ask Bill for help, maybe he can find information that could help us.'

'Tell him that Sirius will cover all the costs. He, Remus and Andromeda are doing what they can, but there isn't very information available.'

'I'll do that, we've to know. Especially, because we're changing, Harry. I feel so much different. I feel more –'

'– mature…' Harry concluded.

'Yes! Each day I feel more like her and less like myself. Does that make sense?'

'The two of you are the same person, Gin.' Harry told her. 'For some reason, we are growing too fast.'

'Maybe that's because everything is happening too fast.'

'That's a good explication, Mrs Potter.' Harry teased.

Ginny let out a groan of frustration. 'Don't remind me, that will be a scandal when it's discovered.'

'Sirius and I are trying a way to stop that from happening, but I don't know if it'll be possible.'

In that moment, a loud noise of things breaking came from the lower floors of the Black Manor.

'What was that?' Ginny asked.

'It's Sirius trying to convince Kreacher into making breakfast.'

'By Morgana, who's winning the fight?'

'Kreacher for sure.'

Ginny chuckled. 'You know my mum would be happy to have you both here for breakfast.'

'I'll keep that in mind.'

A/N: Next chapter's title: Reparation