Revelation : part 1

Ginnys p.o.v

The memorial was small, select, private. A gathering of family instead of press hounds and strange faces wanting to pretend to care. We had decided what to do as a memorial almost instantly. Me and Harry had decided that no grave stone would be monumental enough, no speech poetic enough, and no tears cascading over old photos adequate enough.

It was all so simple really. We put a notice on the Gryffindor notice board, and let the word of mouth do the rest. All of his friends were there, all those young faces………I had no words for any of them. All seeing the results of loving someone…and losing them regardless.

We gathered around the statue……we had decided to create the statue for our grounds at home….and all looked at it. It was a simple design, but in all truth we had stolen the idea from Charlie himself. I had found a photo in his room, hidden in a shoebox under his bed. It took me 3 days to find the courage to open it, even with Harry holding my hand ready and waiting. It was sitting on the top, just a small photo of my boy….my Charlie….and it was perfect. He was sitting by the lake at Hogwarts, with Serenity. The serenity that he knew, with her dark hair and ever present grin. They were holding hands….and blushed but happy in that juvenile way they would always be in now. Perfect for my son in my opinion.

So there he was, our boy. Staring down at us literally now as well amongst the trees he was so adamant he would learn to climb one day. Charlie…..and his Seren….smiling….holding hands.

We received a thank you from her mother…..god bless her…..and she came to the service as well. Her eyes were blank though…..just so desperately blank.

Harrys pov

In all respects, it was a peaceful event. Considering the way I wanted to act, it all seemed to happen in a rather dignified manner surprisingly. Ginny managed better than I even did in all honesty. It took all of my energy to stop myself from smashing the head of the image of serenity.

It had been Ginny's choice to put her there, with our son, to mark their 'joint passing' as she had put it. I wanted to agree with her so much, but I just couldn't. If she had not entered my sons life, I would still have him. Everyone seemed to have forgotten that small and perhaps insignificant fact.

We had decided not to have a wake. This was mainly due to the fact that in all of the others that we had been to I had ended up drunk, beaten up, in a police cell or carried home by Ginny. Therefore, no wake.

It all worked out okay though in the aspects I could control. His friends were there, family from all over the world had managed to attend. Snape had even made a brief appearance, and had received a small but polite thank you nod in return. But there were so many gaps in the group though. Dumbledore, fred, lupin, tonks, Sirius…..god why weren't they there. Because of me I suppose is the brief answer.

During the 'tea and choco' time, as molly has enthusiastically dubbed the awkward chatting period, I managed to escape into the grounds away from the service. We had managed to extend our property rather well over the years, and as a result had large grounds which I could easily get lost in if I saw the need to. Everything that I saw in the house just reminded me of what I had done wrong. Gin couldn't tell me any different no matter how hard she tried. My son was dead, along with my godfather and surrogate family members. I had made some of the most brave people in the world die, and to top it all my son now joined them.

I walked over to the willow tree, and sat down trying to make my mind silent. Just trying to get some peace before Ginny would come and find me and we would argue again. That was the best place to go I suppose, no external influences I liked to call it. One time, I had got so angry I punched the trunk, which now had a rather impressive dent in it, and ended up with splinters all over my knuckles. I came here for peace, and on that day I think I may have managed to achieve it.

I didn't hear her coming at first. She was walking slowly down the grassy verge, with Luna holding her hand. She looked so weak, as though she was only standing due to the wind holding her up and the helpful hand to her right. I saw her eyes first, they looked so different. I later realised that they were blue instead of their unusual grey, but I only realised this after.

She approached me after what seemed like years, and looked up towards Luna.

'Harry, I know this may not be the right time, but I think someone needs to talk with you. Pansy needs you to listen to her Harry'.

She was looking right up at me, right up into my eyes almost, and began to cry.

' I am just so, so sorry Harry. Im just so…….' she stopped, wiped her eyes, and tried to continue,' I need to tell you something, and I know you may not believe me, but please try and listen'.

I prepared myself for what ever lies and drivel I was about to here from this now weak and almost drained woman. Her hair was no longer golden but grey, and her skin as pale and drawn as a woman twice her age. But her stance was that a pure bred aristocrat, and she said the next words with the strength only her upbringing could have instilled in her.

'I am about to tell you the story of my husband and daughter, and I believe you need to listen'.

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Oooooo what she gona say ey?

Am so sorry that it has been so long, finally got back into the world of fan fiction. I intend on finishing this over the xmas hols where all answers shall be revealed hopefully.

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