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Chapter 2- Ginny Weasley

Years ago, Professor McGonagall told me that journals are a good way to preserve memories, ideas and feelings that spoken words can't convey. After that fiasco first year with the Riddle diary, I had no desire for journals of any kind. So why start now? Well, I have a stack of them, gifts from well-meaning people over the years. Maybe years from now, my kids will read them and get a feel for my life. At any rate, I'll just write what comes to me.

Harry beat Voldemort three days ago, and Fred's funeral was this morning. He was buried with dozen of others at Hogwarts, and the temporary Minister of Magic, Shacklebolt, presented Dad his Order of Merlin. I've never seen the family so sad. Mum is inconsolable and we're worried about George. He won't sleep, eat or talk to anyone. We're all here at the Burrow except for George.He wouldn't leave Fred's grave.

As sad as we are right now, I can't help but see the good that has come from all this, aside from Voldemort being dead. Case in point: the two across the room sitting on the sofa, Ron and Hermione. I don't know exactly what happened before the battle, but it's obvious what happened after. They can't stand to be away from each other! The day after the battle, when Hermione went to Australia to get her parents, Ron tagged along as well.

The change in the two is quite amusing to everyone who knows them. They're so considerate of each other now and I've never seen Hermione in such a state. You would think Ron hung the moon and stars by the way she's acting. She is now, for lack of a better word, all girly, around him. And of course, Ron doesn't mind it one bit and acts all manly right back. Never thought I'd see the day when the our Hermione would fall. It's sweet actually, I'm glad I did.

Harry's at Grimmauld Place right now. He went to every funeral the past three days, even Snape's. I can't imagine that, I've only been to four. I hope he doesn't isolate himself, I need to tell him we all need him, want him, especially me. I don't care that he left me, I'm just glad he's alive. I wanted to die that moment I saw him 'dead' in Hagrid's arms. Whenever he comes back, I'm going to tell him exactly how I feel. I just hope it doesn't run him off...again.

A week after Fred's funeral, Arthur came home from work and announced he was reading Fred's will after dinner.

"He had a will?" Ginny asked.

"Any responsible wizard would," Percy said.

Are we talking about the same Fred?

When the plates from the apple pie had been cleared away, Arthur opened a scroll and dozens of trumpets and French horns sounded from the charmed parchment.

"One from their line," Ginny said.

Arthur cleared his throat and began the reading. "I, Fred Stephen Weasley, Wizard, of sound mind and body (most of the time) do declare the following:

I am fairly sure the family wouldn't want a thing from me should I die, but oh well, you're getting something!

To Dad, I leave all my dragonhide clothing. I know you liked the green cloak, especially the one I wore last Christmas.

To Mum, I leave the special clock in the Hogsmeade shop. While not exactly like yours, I'm sure you'll find it comes in handy, especially when the grandchildren come along.

To Bill, I leave the Diagon Alley WWW store. Have fun with it, big brother.

To Charlie, I've already sent what I wanted him to have. It's something between me and him. Don't worry mum, nothing dangerous.

To Ron, I leave my broom. That's right, my Firebolt, just like Harry's. If you're going to play for the Cannons, you'll need it.

To Ginny, I leave half my stake in the WWW store in Hogsmeade. Have fun with it, little sister. Fred looks forward to having you on the team!

Lastly, the contents of my vault at Gringotts is to be divided equally between Ron and Ginny. Enclosed is the key.

That's it folks, I hope I went out with a bang!

Fred S. Weasley
August 10, 1997

The next morning at breakfast, Harry's face appeared in the floo.

"Is it all right to come through?" he asked.

"Of course it is!" Molly declared. "Out of all the places you would be welcomed, you choose here! By all means you can come through!"

"Habeafastet?" Ron asked through his eggs when Harry appeared.

"No, just woke up," he said.

"Heard from Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Not for a couple of days," Harry said and glanced at Ginny. "Can we talk after?"

"Sure," Ginny said.

After breakfast, Harry and Ginny walked around the pond not saying much. Odd, when there's so much to say!

Remembering how much Fred had always said "nothing's impossible if you've got enough nerve" she put her hand on Harry's arm and opened her mouth to say something.

"I never forgot that kiss on my birthday," he blurted out, beating her to it.

"What?" she asked. "Oh."

"I'm so sorry for whatever hurt I caused you," he sniffed.

She looked at his face and was startled to see him wiping his eyes. "Harry, please don't cry," she said. "However much I disliked your decision, it was yours to make and you did what you thought right."

"When I thought I was going to die, and my mum was walking with me, my last thought was of you," he said, chest heaving, "and regretting not telling you...that I've been such a stupid git for not telling you that I love you."

"H-Harry, I felt like dying when I saw Hagrid carrying your body," Ginny said. "Don't you understand? I love you Harry, part of my heart would have died with you."

Not wasting another second, Harry drew her close and kissed her with everything he had, trying to let her feel the depth of his feelings for her through his kiss.

"I hope to get a whole lot more of those," she said.

"I'm never leaving you again, so yes, you'll get a whole lot more of those," he said and kissed her again.