A/N So I got some reviews, yay, but there were some questions that I will answer before we move on with the story
Sakura Lisel: if you go back and read it says that neighbors were looking out their doors to see what was going on. I know it wasn't very clear where the officers came from, so I guess use your imagination. I will do my best to make sure everything is explained.
HuffPride: Yes realistically Molly will need to sign the divorce papers. Thanks for reminding me of that. I will make sure I put that in there.
Please enjoy!
Ginny's P.O.V.
I must be dreaming. There is no way this is real. I pinch myself. But soon understand it is real.
"Wait what?" I say still trying to process
"Your father is not your biological father." She cries
"What happened? Were you and dad fighting? Or something?"
"Your father was working long, sometimes 20 hour long, days at work. Or so he said, I thought he was having an affair. I was devastated, convinced that was what was happening. I started talking to a man, who quickly became a friend, one night after all he boys were in bed, we decided to have a couple drinks, a few too many later, I was in bed with him. I knew it was wrong, but I thought Arthur was doing the same. We performed contraception charm, but I guess it failed, three weeks later I found myself pregnant. It was Christmas day, I will never forget that day. It turns out Arthur wasn't having an affair, he really was working extra hours so he could get me something special, he got me a new stove. I had been wanting one for ages. I felt so guilty. The day after, the guilt was eating me alive, I had to tell your father I thought it would be over. I went to him and I told him. We fought a little. He decided he would let it go, as long as your real father was never a big part of your life, and that you were raised to believe that he was your real father. I agreed. We had small fights over it, but never anything to big. We just went on living, there were times when I would forget that Arthur wasn't your dad. Until now, it is one of the major keys, in this divorce." she finishes crying
"Mum, who is my real dad?" I ask
"You wont be able to speak with him." She says
"Who? Who is it?" I ask again
"Remus Lupin." She whispers
"Remus Lupin, as in my second year defense against the dark arts teacher?" I ask. She nods. I sit back. There is so much to process. Maybe that's why we were able to get so close. "Did he know?" I ask
"Yes I told him. When I did I also told him about what happened with your Arthur." she says.
"Why did you keep this from me?" I ask.
"It was how Arthur wanted it. I wanted to tell you. Ginny, I am so sorry." She says tears running down her cheeks.
"I can't believe it." I whisper. There is so much to take in.
"I will never talk to my real father as his daughter. Never get to know him the way a child should." I say aloud
"Ginny I am so sorry I keep this from you. I do have something though." She says crying
"What?" I ask.
"He wrote you a couple of letters, starting when I was pregnant with you. I'll go get them." She hurry's off upstairs. She comes down a couple minutes later with a small box. "Here, all the letters are in here." She hand me the box. It says on the lid, 'For Ginny when she is ready.' I open it. There are five letters. There also a ring. I open the letter with the earliest date on it, New years eve, 1980.
My little girl,
I just found out about you today. I already love you. I sadly can never be a real father to you, you will understand one day. But for now I am not a part of your life. Maybe one day. But for now just be nice to your Mummy. I will write to you again.
Love,
Daddy
I shed a tear or two and move on to the next letter, dated August 11th 1981.
My little girl,
You were born today, your 'dad' don't know but I was sent a picture of you. You are so cute. And perfect, ten fingers, ten toes, and a cute little nose. Your hair is dark red, maybe even darker than your Mum's. You are so beautiful. I wish I could hold you. Maybe one day, I can be more of a father to you. Until then.
Love,
Daddy
He was there when I was born I open the next letter, dated November 15th, 1984.
Ginny,
I ran into you and your Mum, in Diagon alley today. You looked so adorable. I was slightly saddened when you were shy towards me, but I did get to met you properly. The moment was bitter sweet. I hope I can spend more time with you in the future.
Love,
Daddy.
I grab the next letter. It is dated September 1st 1992
Ginny,
Right now you are going to Hogwarts for your first time. How are you? Are you excited? I bet you are.
Your parents don't know but I was at platform 9 ¾ I saw you board the train. I don't know if you saw but I waved to you. I know you will do well at Hogwarts your first year will be magical, quite literally. I don't know when you will receive this, but when ever you do I am thinking of you. I will write to you again soon. With this I am sending a ring to you. It has been in the family for a century or two. If I had a sister she'd have gotten it but, I don't have one so it was given to me so I could give it to my daughter. I hope you like it.
Love,
Daddy.
If only he had known how that year was going to turn out. I think back to that day. I remember I didn't know who he was, yet, but I saw him waving to me. I look at the ring, it is beautiful. I continue with the letters. There is one more. It is dated April 3rd, 1998.
Ginny,
A lot of time has past since I last wrote you. But I thought I should write to you now. How are you? Things have been rough lately. Voldemort is back, obviously. It isn't a very happy time. The war is coming, which means my news is bitter sweet.
Today, your got a little brother. Well half brother. He is named Edward, but we will call him Teddy. I hope he will be more like his mother. By now you know what I am. I hope that after the war things will be different. Maybe. Until next time.
Love,
Daddy.
I cry. That is the last letter. I wish I had known sooner. I wish I could have spent more time with him. I wish he was dead.
"Ginny, I am so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really wish I had." She says
"I am not mad. I just wish things would've turned out differently." I sigh.
"I should've told you sooner." she shakes her head and cries
"Maybe it's better that you didn't. I am not mad." I reassure her. "I think that, maybe he died before I knew for a reason." I say
"Maybe." she says "I just wish things were different. I'm going to sign them. I don't deserve him." Mum says, then grabs the quill and signs. She puts it in the envelope and sends it with her owl to wherever it needs to go.
"I can't believe it. It's official. You and Arthur are divorced." I say
"I know it is so weird. I guess I should take this off." She says gesturing to her wedding ring.
"I don't know. Are you still going to have the dinner? I can contact everyone for you." I say
"No. I want to see everyone. See my family." She says
"Ok. Well I should mail this and get going." I say, still processing. Mum only nods. I do so and then give Mum a big hug and leave.
Draco's P.O.V.
Ginny get home and I take one look at her and know she has been crying.
"What happened? I thought you went over to send a letter!" I say
"I did."
"Then why were you crying?" I ask her.
"Mum and Arthur are divorced." She says.
"You're not even calling him dad anymore?" I ask
"He isn't my Dad." She says
"But he is your father." I say
"Actually no. He's not." She says
"Then who is?" I ask
"Remus Lupin." She says
"Wait, what?" I ask
"Long story mum thought Arthur was having an affair, she got close to Remus, ended up drunk one night, and ended up pregnant with me." Shes says
"Well that must suck." I say
"Honestly, I don't even know how to feel about it." She says "I guess I just wish that I had known before he died, so I could talk to him, father to daughter, ya know?" She asks
"I guess, I mean I don't know what it feels, but I get the idea." I say. It is so awkward. I feel bad for her. I wish I could do something for her.
"Of course you wouldn't." She says. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed." She says
"Have you had anything to eat as far as supper goes?" I ask
"Yah, I ate at Mum's." Shes says, obviously lying.
"What did you eat?" I ask
"Just, mom cooking." She says vaguely I know it.
"I'm sorry my mum didn't cook for me much. What is typical 'mum cooking'?" I ask
"Comfort foods, that kinda thing. Yah." She says
"Your lying." I say
"Yes. I am horrible at it." She says
"When it is small stuff." I say
"Yah." she says. We end up ordering a pizza. It was a weird day. I hope tomorrow is less weird.
A/N Sorry I have taken so long to update. Life has just gotten in the way. Me and my family are going on vacation soon. So because of this I will write two larger chapters, and post one before I leave, and the other as soon as I get to my computer when I get home. Hope you like. Please review with your thoughts!