Chapter 14-The Dream

Harry paced the floor of his now empty flat. It was a rainy day outside, and the bare windows made water drop shadows on the hard oak floors. Looking around he couldn't help but feel the emptiness that was built up in that room. He just never imagined himself moving into that new house without Ginny. When he looked into his future he always saw her with him.

"Harry?" Aimee had entered the flat unnoticed by him.

"Yes, I'm ready." He moved slowly towards the door and followed Aimee out, only after turning and taking in one more glance. It was going to be hard, but Harry made a vow to move on and stop believing that one day Ginny would return.

"Wow. It's gorgeous!" Aimee breathed. "It's huge! It's not a house, more like a manor really."

"Matter of factly it does have a name." Harry stated. "The Whitting House, is what it was called in it's glory days. Very much renovation went into this place over the past year and a half."

"Who lived here?" Aimee asked, taking a sleeping Katrina from Harry's arms.

"I don't know. I didn't really search to find out. It wasn't even my first chioce…" Harry stopped short, picked up some bags and bagan to walk up the large set of steps leading to the front doors. "Follow me."

Aimee obeyed, walking slowly in awe of the great structure in front of her. The location was amazing; very isolated and quiet. The house was set on a large river, otherwise surrounded by field. There was a small boat house down by the riverside, and a fair sized stable set just west of the manor. Upon entering Aimee, once more let out an awe-struck gasp. The beauty of the inside matched that of the outerside, if not more. The entrance hall in which they were standing held a large double staircase leading to the second floor. Two large doors sat on the east and west side of the entrance hall, leading into hallways in which lead into more rooms.

"This is where you're going to live?" She said still in awe.

"This is where you will live too." He replied. "Follow me upstairs. We'll put Kat down and let her sleep."

"I don't know, she slept the whole way here. If I let her continue to sleep then she won't at all tonight."

"I think it will be best to put her down. There is a lot that you need to do and learn. I'll need to show you each room in the house, the perimeteres outside the house, and of course the dock and stables. Starting tomorrow Aimee you will be nothing but Kat's Nanny. No more cleaning and cooking, I've hired help for that. I've also taken the liberty of hiring you a back-up, which allows you day's off when needed."

Aimee stood for a moment, trying to take in all the information that was just recited to her. It was obvious that he'd put a lot of thought into moving, but to such a large estate? And hired help? She looked over at Harry and notcied the solemn look on his face. She worried a little but didn't say anything, just followed Harry up the stairs and down a long but tastefully decorated hallway.

"This is Kat's room." He said coming to a hault infront of a set of double oak doors. "Your room is across the hall," He pointed to a set of doors on the other side of the hallway. "And my room is at the end of the hall." Again he pointed to another large set of double oak doors situated at the end of the hallway. He opened the door to Kat's room and stepped inside.

Kat's room was every little girls dream. A light shade of pink lined the walls with a large crib that stood on a far wall. A big picture window sat on the opposite wall with a window seat, and a large doll house was placed in front of it. In the middle of the room was a miniture table and chair set with a china tea set laid out expertly.

"I think she's a little young to be hosting tea parties." Harry just smiled and laid Kat down.

"She's getting rather big actually." He said softly.

"You're right. She'll be one soon."

"Three months. I can't believe it's almost been a year…" Harry sighed. Aimee shifted a bit uncomforably and Harry directed her out of Kat's room. He lead her across the hall to her own.

"I hope you like it." He said with a grin. Aimee couldn't help but to smile uneasily back at him. It was just a room…

"Oh my…" She whispered. Harry had opened the door and Aimee's heart was pounding.

She stepped in first, taking in the elegance of the room. A large bed lay on the east wall. The sheets were a dark emerald green, as well as the large canopy. The north wall was lined with large bay windows and a set of french doors that lead out onto a balcony. The curtains that hung on these windows were the same shade of emerald. Aimee walked over to the western wall where a vanity set sat, fully equipped with beauty essentials and needs. She looked back around and noticed that the walls were a deep shade of purple.

"The walls are purple…" She said breathlessly.

"Yes they are." Harry said still smiling.

"Oh my god. I've never had purple walls…or a bed this big…or…or a balcony…" Her voice trailed off as she examined more of the room.

"This door over here leads to a bathroom all to yourself. Uh, what else am I missing? Oh yes your closet is over here…" He walked over and opened it. "Looks like the house elf's have already placed your clothing in it…" He examined the contents. "Look's like you didn't really need such a closet…"

"I've never had anything like this before…"

"I'm glad you like it. This room is special." Harry replied.

"How so?" Aimee asked looking at Harry through the mirror on her vanity.

"Ginny designed this room. She was a little outgoing…as you can see from the purple and green…"

"Oh I love it together!" Aimee interupted.

"I admit I didn't think I would like it, but she was persistant; she always was…"

"The green reminds me of Katrina." Aimee stated, moving Harry out of his nostalgic state.

"Why?" Harry asked, curious for the answer.

"Her eyes. They are such a deep profound emerald color."

Harry looked out the window at the dark clouds forming in the sky. They obviously wouldn't be able to view the grounds, rain was coming.

"Shall we veiw the rest of the house." He asked casually.

"Of course." She smiled and followed him back into the hallway.

Harry pointed out all the rooms in the house and which one's were acceptable for Katrina to roam about it. They stopped at one set of doors in which Harry explained was his office.

"No one is to enter this room unless I'm there and invite them in." He was serious and Aimee nodded her head in understanding.

By the time they were done the rain was pounding on the windows from the storm outside. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came to see the new house. Aimee excused herself from the party with the excuse of Katrina's excessive sleep.

"I'll go wake her, I'm sure you'll want to see her." She said to Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh thank you dear. I would like to see her." Mrs. Weasley replied. Aimee left the room to retrieve the sleeping baby.

"The house is lovely Harry dear. Simply gorgeous." Mrs. Weasley continued.

"Yes, I'm afraid you're daughter had good taste." Harry answered softly. He looked up towards the old couple sitting side by side on the sofa in front of him. They seemed to understand the need in his eyes and answered his unasked question;

"We haven't heard from her at all." Mr. Weasley stated. Harry simply nodded his head. He sighed heavily and sank back in his chair.

"I'm just as distressed as you dear. Ginny was my only girl, and my baby. For her to do this to us, and you…" Mrs. Weasley stopped short realizing that Aimee had come back with Katrina. "Ah! Here she is! There's are grand daughter." Aimee stpped forwards and placed Kat in her grandmothers arms. The baby cooed and giggled with her grandparents, and both seemed extreamly happy to see her.

Harry looked over at Aimee a few times during the Weasley's visit. She never turned to look him in the face. She didn't speak at all, except for short answers that were asked about Kat by Mrs. Weasley.

She had heard.

The Weasley's stayed for a few hours, catching up on family issues and getting Harry up to date with Ron and Hermione's wedding plans.

"We're shooting for August. Hopefully if nothing comes up." Mr. Weasley said.

While Harry escorted the couple out, Aimee brought Kat back up to her room.

"Let's see what we can play with…" Aimee searched around and found Kat's favorite play chair. She set her in it and began twirling noise makers and pressing buttons that played nursery tunes. Kat giggled and kicked, obviously enjoying the noise.

"You're such a cutie…" Aimee said. "Why would anybody leave you…"

"I've been trying to answer that question for the past nine months." Aimee jumped at the sound of Harry's voice and was a little surprised that she had not heard him enter.

"Harry…" She looked up at his face. He was looking at Kat playing in her chair. He lowered himself to sit next to Aimee.

"I kept telling myself that she would come back. She had no reason to leave. And then I thought of all the reasons she could have had to leave. Me…or Katrina…maybe she was scared…or maybe she felt insecure…"

"Harry you don't have to talk about this…it must hurt…" He wasn't listening to her.

I just was so sure she'd come back. That's why I kept the plans for the house. She wanted this house…she picked it out herself. Everything was her idea. The plants outside…the dock was built new because she wanted it. The stables were her idea. Katrina's room was designed by her. Your room…"

"Harry…" She didn't know what to say. He looked up at her and she looked at him. "I'm sorry." She said softly.

"I loved her. I couldn't sleep in that room…" His voice trailed off.

Aimee continued to stare at him. She looked at his face, examining every detail of his face…his weird scar on his forehead…where did that come from? Her eye's moved down to were his arms were folded on his lap.

He wore a white long-sleeved button up shirt. The cuffs were folded up to his elbows, and on the indside of his forearm was a strange tatoo. It was a tatoo of a symbol…she strained her eyes to make out the design…

"Aimee…" She quickly looked up and caught sight of something she overlooked.

"You have green eyes…" She whispered. He didn't say anything, just smiled.

He lifted his arm and placed his hand on the side of her face, letting his thumb caress her cheeks. She glanced at his forearm once again…

It was a lightning bolt…

A/N: I must say this chapter was hard to write. I think from this point on the story is going to get more complex and harder to write….OH WELL!! Lol. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Promise to update!