Well hasn't this been a long time. Hopefully you will enjoy this fan fic as much as my other one. This is a sequel piece to life is whole, which is on my profile page. Read that before you read this else you will be very confused.
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Ginny's P.O.V
I could still remember his little hands when he was only two. The way he learned to walk by grasping the side of the kitchen counter. The way he let James boss him around, when really he would have been the star. The way he would smile when I made him pancakes for breakfast. The way he loved Thomas the tank engine, and insisted Charlie was a wrong name and he was here by called Gordon. The way he grew so quickly he was soon taller than me, and I would have too look up at him to scold him. The way I could see Harry within him, even with his goofy little lop sided grin.
The way he was my Charlie…..my Charlie.
The way I was not allowed to hold him. The way I would never see him walk up the aisle, get drunk on his eighteenth and get lost in diagon alley with an apple and an umbrella still with him. The way he was taken…the way that he was my boy, my love, a part of me. A part of Harry. He was my Charlie…..was…..was…my Charlie.
I climbed out of bed, in search for Ruby and Zach. It was still lying there on my bed side table. A picture of James and Charlie...so small…holding each other.
'Enough now. Enough now.'
Harry's P.O.V
I heard her coming down the stairs. Her pace was slow again, it sounded like she was sniffing. She had been crying again after she had woken up. I could not even help could not even stop those bastards killing my own son.
I clenched my fists, and breathed heavily halting an emotion chocking my throat. I had a plan. I would do this for Charlie, for James, for ruby, for Zach……and of course for my red haired angel. I knew how to find, how to stop him from grinning on hat damned sculptured face of his. How do hurt him, and make my lips curl into a smile once again.
She came down the spiral staircase, her makeup still on her face from our unsuccessful anniversary dinner last night. I knew it would not work, but I just wanted to see her smile I suppose. Against my better judgement really. She came up to me, and sat down on the worn sofa. I could feel it dipping slightly, and I put my arm around her, protecting her from any maniacs that might be able to see her right now as we were speaking.
'Ginny?'
'Yes Harry?'
'I think we need to talk. Well no in fact….we have to talk. I am really sorry….but it is about….well…..Charlie.'
Her face just froze. Her eyes glazed over in minutes, to protect her mind from picturing our son again. To stop me seeing what she wanted most in the world, something I could never give her.
'I know a way we can find Draco.'
She turned towards me, cheeks instantly turning crimson. I knew what was coming. I had said his name. I had acknowledged his existence, but dam it this was necessary.
'I and Hermione found out a way. He is the last person on earth with a dark mark Gin…we can trace him with it. We found an old enchantment, like the one Voldermort used to use to summon his followers. We can find him Gin. We can….kill him Gin.'
She finally turned towards me, and her face changed. I was mesmerized instantly, my beautiful girl was smiling.
'We can find him. We can hurt him….for Charlie?'
'Yes my angel….for Charlie.'
She pounce don top of me, and finally…finally….she cried with joy and not anguish. I had no idea how I would fight Draco….or even how I could face him knowing what he had done with out breaking down. But Ginny's face made it so much easier….so much more doable. I would do this for her, even if I could no longer protect my Charlie.
Draco's P.O.V
I hate this damned cave. All it ever seems to be is wet, wet and cold, wet and windy or wet cold and windy all at the same time. I know why I have to hide here; I mean if Potter had done the same thing to me I would have dementors and inferi after him with out a doubt.
I of course had no reason for doing this, except to just be plainly malicious. He had fallen so gracefully, with his red locks falling upon his face. He was the image of his mother, I could see that now. But I have no time to feel sorry for myself anymore; I just had to protect myself. Protect her.
It was right then that she walked into the niche in the cave which was my short term bedroom. She sat down next to me, but was sporting her 'real' appearance so it seemed.
'Why have you put your charms back on?'
'I was just tired of having to look in the mirror and not seeing me. I'm sorry but this is me as I no myself. Sorry……dad.'
I froze; I had never really expected her to call me that. She once used to call me Father, but after that she just dismissed me to be honest. I had become used to this really; it was just part of our family 'relationship'
'Dad?'
'Yes Serenity?'
'Will they come here? The Potters I mean. To come after you and me?'
'Probably Hun,' I said, and slowly put my arm around her,' but I am here. They won't be able to get near you.'
It was then that she leaned into me. It was then that I had earned the name dad, even it was not worthy.
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