Strange Can Be Good

HarryxLuna

Rated T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Strange Can Be Good

Chapter 6: Ginny's Announcement

Luna smiled as she flew on the broomstick that Harry had provided for her. She had Albus sitting in front of her and she was making sure that he didn't fall off while at the same time having fun with him and his brother and father. She was an okay flyer on a broom, but she preferred flying by Thestral.

Albus was having fun and wanted to race his dad and brother again for the twentieth time. He had immediately refused Harry to use his Firebolt, so they had to settle for the Nimbus 2000 and 2001 that Harry had bought. Could he have gotten a newer broom? Of course he could have, but he wanted to get the broom that was his very first for his children, and then got the next model up just for fun.

The four of them flew around and raced for about thirty more minutes before Harry suggested that they stop and head back inside. They maneuvered the brooms to head towards the ground where they dismounted them and took them back to the broom shed for storage. Walking back inside the Potter home, James exclaimed, "That was so much fun! I can't believe we lost more times than not. Luna is faster than you, dad!"

Luna giggled and sat on the couch before saying, "I wouldn't say that, James. Harry is a much better flyer and he owned the fastest and top of the line broom when he was at Hogwarts in his first year, and then again in his third year."

"Alright, I buy you knowing about me getting the Firebolt, but there is no way you could have known that I had gotten my Nimbus 2000 during my first year at Hogwarts," Harry said to Luna, a smile on his face. "After all, you weren't even there."

"The spirits told me," Luna told him cryptically, making Harry playfully roll his eyes. That was one of the many things he loved about Luna, her and her mysterious nature. She was a wonder to him and he respected that. Not many people took the time to understand Luna and befriend her, but Harry was glad that he did fifteen years ago. Though when he thought about it, it was Luna who made the effort of understanding him, even though it wasn't really an effort; she just knew.

A tug on his pant leg made him look down and he looked into the green eyes of his youngest child. Picking him up and placing him on his hip, he asked, "What is it, little man?"

Albus grinned happily at what his father called him before asking, "Dad, can Luna stay for dinner?"

Before Harry could answer his son, the sound of the front door opening and closing caught their attention. Heels clicking along the floor were getting louder as they approached the living room. Seconds later Ginny appeared at the entrance, causing the other four to look over at her. Ginny stared at everyone for a moment before locking her brown eyes with Harry's.

"Harry, I need to talk to you, and in private," the ginger haired woman said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Harry nodded and sent their children up the stairs with their homework, telling them to finish it in their rooms. The boys nodded as they gave their parents a worried look before grabbing their pencils and paper and rushing up the stairs. Luna, who had been sitting quietly, stood up from the couch and smiled saying, "Hello, Ginny. It's good to see you again."

Ginny looked over at Luna and gave her a small smile, replying, "Hi, Luna. It's good to see you again as well. I hate to throw you out, but I really need to talk to Harry. But I will owl you an invitation to lunch for next week."

"That sounds lovely. I will be on my way then. Goodbye Harry, goodbye Ginny," Luna said before walking back to the fireplace. She grabbed some Floo Powder and stepped into the fireplace throwing it down and saying, "Lovegood House." The green flames grew and swamped Luna before she disappeared through the fireplace.

After the flames died down and it was clear that the two adults were alone, Harry looked his wife in the eye and asked, "What is this about, Ginny?"

Taking a deep breath, Ginny said, "I've done some thinking and Harry, I have come to realize that…well…"

"Just say it, Ginny. I already feel as if I know what you are going to say."

"Well, to be honest Harry, I do not love you anymore."

There was silence, absolute silence. Neither Harry nor Ginny said anything, letting the tense atmosphere continue to grow. Harry was consumed with shock and his green eyes widened in surprise. Ginny was waiting impatiently for her husband to stop looking stupid and say something. Finally the silence was broken when Harry said, "What?"

Ginny rolled his eyes and said again, "I don't love you anymore."

"How, how could you say that?" Harry asked, feeling the shock that had first consumed him slowly disappear. He was still having a hard time believing what he had just heard his wife of almost ten years say to him.

The young woman sighed and walked past Harry to sit on the couch. She looked up at him and said, "I can say it because it is true. I just don't love you anymore. If I'm being honest, I haven't really loved you for about a year now. And if I think about it, I think that my love was you was more so infatuation. I also liked the thought that I would one day be the wife of the famous Boy Who Lived and be the envy of all women."

The man just stood there and stared at Ginny. This woman, the one who he began to have a crush on back in school and started dating in his sixth year, the one he officially admitted to loving when he was nineteen, was telling him that her love for him was most likely not real. She had told him several times that she loved him, and they two children created from their love! This was painful for Harry, almost too painful.

"Ginny, if you never loved me then we shouldn't have ever had kids! We shouldn't have had even gotten married! Damn it, Ginny! Has all of your sudden attitude change been because you realized you didn't love me? You should have just told me when you first realized it instead of acting like the bitch you are and rubbing salt in the wound as you left me to figure out what the hell was wrong with you!" Harry exploded.

"How dare you say that to me?! I've been seriously pondering my feelings and you dare to say that to me! I'm trying to make this easy and you make me out to be the bad guy!" Ginny yelled back at Harry.

"You've been snarky for months! You ignore James and Albus and disappear for hours throughout the day! And when you do show back up, you make sure to gripe at me about nothing!"

"Well maybe I wouldn't gripe if you were home more often!"

"I took time off from work to work on our relationship, and you yelled at me for it! You want me to do this, and then you don't want me to. You want me to do that, and then you don't want me to. I'm sick of it all! What do you want from me, Ginny?!"

"I want you shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut UP! Just stop talking! I don't want to hear anymore rubbish coming from your mouth!

Ginny stood up from the couch, her face flushed in anger, and took her wand out. She threw a hex at him in anger, missing him as he dodged it and it hit the wall, creating a dark mark in the wall. Harry glared at Ginny once he recovered, not believing that she had tried to hex him. The redhead glared back at him before reaching into the pocket of her coat, pulling out an envelope. She threw it on the coffee table before stalking out of the living room and leaving the house entirely.

Harry took a few deep breaths before walking over to the table and picking up the envelope. It didn't say who it came from, so he figured the contents of it would shed some light. Opening the envelope, Harry pulled out the piece of paper inside and unfolded it. Green eyes widened and his stomach dropped. There, in black and white, were the words Harry thought he would never have to face.

Petition for Divorce.

Author's Note: I hope everyone had a wonderful and Happy New Year!