Chapter 8

Motherly love

This is chapter eight. You know I received so many reviews asking me so many questions. I have to say I'm irritated when people also tell me that my story is going way too fast, because I do think that it should go faster, like I said before I will not emphasize on the earlier years. Honestly I'm a hopeless romantic and except puppy love I can't really do anything with eleven year olds.

Now here are some of the questions that I received and I'm going to try to answer them the best I can, but many others I'm just going to answer them when Harry is about in fourth year.

YOUR QUESTIONS: What is Ginny doing in the same year as Harry?

MY ANSWER: Not saying why, this is really important for the plot to take place, I need Ginny in the same year as Harry, and don't worry she won't experience a brotherly love for Harry because she's all ready in love with him she just doesn't remember.

YOUR QUESTIONS: Why is Draco good?

MY ANSWER: Why, because I need another good boy in my story, there Harry, Ron and Neville of course but if you guys noticed there's a new girl in the portrait so… Krazi Kelli got it. I honestly was never very fond of Draco and since the sixth book came out I started to pity him.

YOUR QUESTIONS: What was Mr. Weasley doing at Privet drive?

MY ANSWER; Like I would say in French, Je resterais silencieuse! (hehe, I really am French.)

Now of course, just so you know I'm going fast-forward until Christmas, way presents!

Now don't forget to review.

Last chapter

"Remind me to never bicker with you again, bad things always happen when we bicker." Ron said to Hermione.

Hermione nodded and they headed back to the Griffindor common room. As the Portrait sung open Harry and Ginny's faces appeared.

End of last chapter

This chapter;

Harry looked on as he saw some of the people cheered on as the Slytherins came into play, soon it would be his turn to take flight. It was the first match of the season and Harry was ready. He couldn't wait to catch that snitch, and he also knew that it wasn't going to be a long match. It was also very clear in his mind that Slytherin didn't stand a chance, he could somewhat hear Lee Jordan's commenting and McGonagall's scowls. He waited for Wood to give the signal, and they flew off.

Harry saw Ginny in the stands along with Ron and Hermione cheering on, proudly wearing the red and gold scarves and waving small flags in the air with a lion moving on them. Samantha was sitting along with her cousin, and unlike the other three she was wearing green, but she was screaming with Hermione "Go! Go Gryffindor!"

Madame Hooch gave the signal for the match to start and then threw the Quaffle in the air. Angelina caught it before the Slytherin chaser did and the match was now officially on. Harry glanced all over the pitch , trying to spot the Golden snitch. When he spotted it near the Gryffindor goal, he started flying with the precision of an eagle wanting to catch its prey. Before Quirrell had time to even start casting his curse the match was finished and Gryffindor had won 150 to 0.

By the end of the match Harry was smiling so hard that he could even see the faces of loathing that came from Snape and Quirrell, but Harry couldn't help but smirk when he saw them.

Back in the Griffindor Common room, the party was jumping, older students had put on muggle and wizard music in some kind of magical contraption that look like a really old record player. Harry laughed as he saw that the twins had managed to sneak in some Butterbeer and Fire whiskey. Percy was totally outraged when he saw what the twins had done, but for maybe the first time in his life Percy let them be…

Harry, Ron and Hermione talked together near the fireplace, often being interrupted, by someone coming to congratulate Harry for the greatness he showed during the match. Dean, Seamus and Neville had often come to see Harry and asked him where he had learned to fly like that. Harry would let out a small chuckle and then he would answer. "It's in my blood."

Ginny had not joined them, in fact she seamed very distant, she was sitting near the widow looking at the lake and slowly Harry walked to sit next to her. "Hi Ginny."

She gave him a small smile and looked out the window. "Good game Harry."

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Err… thanks. Ginny are you okay?"

"I'm just peachy Harry." She said with a small smile.

"You don't sound so great." Harry told her, irritated.

"No, it's just this feeling I have, like there was something bad that was supposed to happen today."

Harry had to admit he was puzzled that Quirrell had not tried to hex him during the match, but maybe he had not had enough time or enough eye-contact to be able to hex him. Although he had to admit his first match, in this time line, had gone along much better than the first time he flew on the pitch against the Slytherins.

"You may be right Ginny, something bad might have happened today, but let's say we're lucky it didn't happen." He said to her hoping those words would make her feel better.

Ginny laughed and smiled up at Harry who was standing in front of her the whole time. She was glad she had a friend like Harry, but something in her was telling her that he was more than just a mere friend. What she felt for him was a strange mix of admiration, pride, and, dare she say, maybe a little bit of a lot of love, but as the days passed the more her feelings increased and then November turned into December, then the Christmas vacation came along.

Mrs. Weasley had managed to convince Charlie to come to the burrow instead of them going to Romania. Harry had gone to Hagrid before leaving, they had asked him about Fluffy, and Hagrid made the mistake of talking about the philosopher's stone.

Hermione had taken it upon herself to find out about it, but Harry told her not to bother that he knew all everything about it and who was trying to steal it. Hermione had been surprised about Harry's knowledge and had asked him were he had learned about the stone. Harry being one step ahead showed her Dumbledore's card and made her read the back of it.

On the twenty-third Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and himself had left to go to the Burrow. Harry was so glad that he could feel the warm environment that was the Weasley home. He couldn't wait to see Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

When she had seen her children, Mrs. Weasley was ecstatic, she gleefully hugged each of them, Harry had flinched when she gave him her the well renowned bear hug, he could have sworn that she had fractured some of his ribs. Once they had reached the burrow, Mrs. Weasley instantly went into the kitchen to prepare them a healthy dinner, even if it was nine O'clock when they had reached to Burrow.

"But mum we already ate!" Percy interjected.

"Eating candy for dinner is hardly a balanced meal! Your still growing you need proper food!"

"Bu—"

"Don't even try Percy." Molly said as she took out a frying pan and a pot.

No one seamed to interject with her afterwards, she called them when it was ready and without making any fuss they ate and went on to bed.

Harry lay tossing and turning in his sleep as his dreams soon turned to nightmares.

He could feel the cold air of the night; he wasn't at the Burrow anymore, but at Hogwarts the night before the final battle against Voldemort, something seamed strange… He saw a silhouette coming out of the mist, walking slowly by him. The first thing he noticed was the vibrant red hair; he knew instantly who it was.

Ginny came closer and closer to him, she was radiant. He smiled seeing her sixteen year old self. He wanted to reach out to her and touch her face. He want so badly to kiss her lips even if this was a dream, he wanted to have the small moment were he could be with the girl, no the woman he loved.

She was just at arms reach, but his body was stuck, he was frozen and couldn't move. Then there was a flash of green light and Ginny fell to the ground.

"No! GINNY!" Harry screamed and he bolted right up in his bed, panting and sweating. To his great surprise Mrs. Weasley had come into Ron's room to see what was happening with the poor boy. He blushed at the realization that she might have heard him scream out the last part.

Mrs. Weasley was the first to wake as she was hearing moans coming from Ron and Harry's bedroom. She put on a robe and headed to her sons' door. She watched sorrowfully as Harry was twisting in his bed, for a moment she saw him joyful but then his expressions changed, his young figure became angry and he was sweating. Then he bolted up and she saw him stare at her with those strange haunted green eyes.

"Mrs. Weasley?" He said to her. He still didn't manage to call her mum, she thought sadly, but then he corrected himself. "Mum…"

"Yes Harry dear?"

"Just how much did you hear?" He asked her.

"All of it." She answered truthfully. "Go back to sleep dear." She brushed his hair off of his forehead. "Good night Harry."

"Goodnight mum." Harry said, she smiled at him warmly and kissed him on the top of the head in a very motherly fashion. Even though Harry might not have been one of her real children, she did see him as one of them, even though it was only a few months since she meet the boy, when she saw him it was love at first site. Something in her just said to her that she had to love that boy as though he was her own, nothing more, nothing less.

Molly had to admit as she closed the door it had troubled her to hear Harry scream Ginny's name in such a way. She had often seen the way Harry looked at Ginny, she was curious at the way he would stare protectively over her, but Molly could not help but wonder… Ginny was strange growing up, she like many girls was told the story of the great and legendary tale that was that of the Potters and she would listen with so much attention. Though what Molly found strange was that by the age of two or three she would wake up screaming in pain and talking about the last thing she saw, a bright green light. Not only that but Ginny always seamed more mature… that was not mentioning her magic.

Once when Arthur had left his wand on the table by mistake, Ron and Ginny were still very young but old enough to reach and take what ever was on the table, together they were able to shrink every chair and counter in the kitchen. When she had witness that great feat of magic at such a young age she didn't know what to think. Was she to be mad at her children for what they had done or to be proud and congratulate them?

She was glad as she walked along the small and creaky corridors that none of her children had woken up. As she past Ginny's room she heard her daughter give out a few whimpers. Opening the door slightly she saw Ginny standing by her bed looking into space.

"Sweetheart?" Her mother said calmly as she saw that her daughter had a few tears running down her face.

"Mommy could you sleep with me, I had a nightmare." She asked her mother.

Molly nodded and stayed with Ginny until she was asleep again. Then Molly went back to her own bed with he husband. Arthur was awake having felt the lack of warmth in the bed.

"Molly where were you?"

"Harry and Ginny had nightmares." She replied to him. He nodded and smiled at his wife.

"Well, are they all right now?"

Molly nodded. "Strange, though, that they both had a nightmare at the same time."

Next chapter

"Come on Ron there's enough turkey for everybody." Fred said.

"Bite me." Snapped Ron.

"Don't worry, you'll do that by yourself." George uttered.

End of extract.

That was chapter 8, hoped you liked it. This chapter was manly for all the mothers out there, I just love Molly Weasley she has to be the best female adult in the book and Tonks. Now this time I'm not going to say anything crazy, just review.