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Ginny woke from her trance, feeling drained and weak. "Gods Pansy, you said I'd relive some of my more powerful memories... I thought you meant it would be like watching them in a pensive. Not having to relive every emotion and reaction." she gasped, her hand on her heart, tears sliding down her cheek. "Gin, I'm sorry" Pansy said holding her best friend and sister close. "Was it bad?" Pansy asked, smoothing over Ginny's hair. "I just relived the worst day of my life. What do you think?" Ginny didn't mean to snap, but her entire body ached from reliving the day she'd lost her husband and the birth of her son. Her heart and her muscles hurt. She knew she'd only relived a fraction of the pain she'd gone through that night, but that did not lesson the blow to her body any more.
"Here sweetie, drink this and eat this" Pansy said handing Ginny a potion vial and a small piece of chocolate. She sniffed the potion vial, finding it nothing more then a pepper up potion she drank it down, feeling a rush of strength return to her. "What Ginny, don't you trust me?" Pansy teased when Ginny smelled the potion. "Sorry, it's habit" she shrugged, not really apologizing. "Come on Gin, you've gone through hours of reliving memories to try and protect Tommy from Potter. So lets go downstairs and enjoy our family Sunday, hmm?" Ginny smiled nodding her head, standing up slowly as she went down stairs to the drawing room. "Mama! Papa!" Ginny smiled, moving over to her parents, hugging them. "What are you two doing here? We weren't expecting you till tomorrow" Ginny said as she sat down on the sofa, leaning on her mother. "Well, we can leave if you don't want us here" Lucius teased, causing Ginny to roll her eyes. "That's not what I meant papa, I just meant I didn't know you'd be here." she laughed, laying her head on Narcissa's shoulder.
"We just decided to drop by a day early to see our precious little grand children and our perfect children" Narcissa said, wrapping an arm loosely around Ginny's shoulder. "We told Draco we were coming." Narcissa added. "Oh well, Pansy and I have been busy since late last night, I'm sure he was unable to find us" Ginny said with a shrug, watching Tom show Aurora and D'Artagnan how to cast a levitation charm. Of course he wasn't allowed to use his wand outside of school, so he was showing them with one of their toy wands that spit spit red sparks when a spell was said correctly.
"So mama, what do you think of our star pupil over there? Quite like his father, don't you think?" Ginny asked, a sad smile playing on her lips. She missed her Tom so much. She was so close to bringing him back she could feel it. Any day now they would be reunited as a family. Forever together, no one could hurt them again. Soon they would be forever together. "I think he's just like his father. You've done wonderful Ginevra" Narcissa said, watching her eldest grandson teaching wrist movements to the younger children.
"So I was thinking I'd take him away this summer. Tom and I used to talk about building a summer home in Italy near where we honeymooned. It was so beautiful when we were there. I'd kind of like to go back there..." She said softly, her eyes never leaving the smiling face of her son. When he glanced up at her with that little crooked smile of his she could see his father looking out through his eyes. She figured Tom was the one thing keeping her balanced in reality. There were times she felt on the brink of madness, like the darkness would envelop her any second.
"That sounds wonderful Gin, you should. You don't leave the house much unless your taking Tom some where, or if your coming to Malfoy Manor, or to Draco's place. Ginny, it's been eleven years, almost twelve. You need to be able to live. What you've been doing it not living, it's surviving." A small smirk crossed Ginny's lips at her mothers words. "Mama, I'm so close to bringing him back." she said excitedly, "I just need a few m..." Her mother sighed, raising a hand to stop her from talking. "Ginny, we've been over this. You can't bring him back, this unhealthy obsession with death is what was his downfall, and I don't want to see you find yourself in the same fate. You need to stop this foolish idea of bringing the dead back to life. It's not possible, and not a good idea" Narcissa said, shaking her head.
"You're a grown woman Ginevra, your son is almost twelve. Tom's been dead for just as long. It's time you accept that and moved on with your life. You're going to miss out on your son's life because of this obsession with the dead" Narcissa said. Ginny sighed, she'd been told the same thing by her mother over and over. She all but begged Ginny to give up on her vendetta. She meant it when she said she'd avenge Tom's death, and when she said she'd bring him back. He died for her, she could not live with out him.
"Mama, you don't understand. I'm so close" Ginny said, her voice pleading her mother to believe her. "Mama, I spoke with a seer when I took Tom to Diagon alley. She said on the sixteenth day of the seventh month in the tenth year two lost souls, severed before their time will be reunited and forever whole" Ginny said excitedly. "Mama, that's today. The sixteenth of June 2010. I knew I was close, he'll come back to me today" Ginny said, smiling happily.
"Ginny, you're only seeing what you want to see. What if what she was saying you'll die today and join him in the after life. Did you ever think of that?" Narcissa snapped, annoyed her daughter was putting all her hope in something that she'd never attain, something that was killing her with every passing day. Ginny refused to see it, but Narcissa could see her daughter's sanity slipping away faster the harder she clung to the idea of bringing him back.
Hot tears slid down her cheeks as she pulled away from her mother, jumping to her feet. "No!" Ginny said a lot louder then she meant to. Everyone in the room staring at her now. "That isn't going to happen! He's coming back to me" Ginny said, her voice shaking with unshed tears. "Mother?" Tom asked from where he sat, looking up at his mother. He knew she could get like this sometimes. Though this was the first time she'd had one of her breaks in front of people. "He'll come back to me! He promised he'd never leave me! He never broke a promise to me, not one!" Ginny cried.
Narcissa's jaw hung open a little as she watched her daughter crumble in front of them. She did not even recognize the woman standing before her. The only recognizable thing in Ginny's face was nothing short of mania. It was the same look she'd seen in his eyes before Ginny came into his life. His obsession with conquering and defeating death nearly destroyed him. Now she was following the same path to destruction. Her obsession with trying to bring him back to her was destroying her. She was determined to bring Tom back from the afterlife and was playing with forces above her control. Evil creations and powers she had to sell her soul to possess. It was killing her seeing Ginny put herself through that.
"Mama?" Tom said in a small voice. He was used to seeing his mother like this, but he was pretty certain this was the first time his family had seen her break. He'd known for a long time his mother was not well. He'd never seen her how she was, but even a child knew when something big was off with someone. It was a self preservation sense that told them someone was not all there. Tom ran over to Ginny, wrapping his small arms around her waist.
The adults in the room sat there in a stunned silence as they watched Ginny sink to the floor, her body shaking in silent sobs, tears streaming down her face. "Mama, please don't be sad" Tom said, crawling into her lap, looking like a toddler curled up in her arms. "Mother, what's wrong with Auntie?" D'Artagnan asked Pansy as he watched Tom curl up in his mother's lap as Ginny sobbed, cradling him close to her chest like she had when he was first born and she was first mourning the loss of Tom.
"Mama, please don't be sad. I know you're trying to bring daddy back." Tom said, his little arms wrapped around her neck. "I miss him mama, but he wouldn't want you to be sad. Please mama, smile..." Tom said, looking up at his mother. He kept whispering to her how much he loved her and missed his father, how he knew she was trying her best to bring him back to them. The words did not sound entirely sincere. They sounded well rehearsed, like he wasn't really thinking about what he said, he knew the words by heart.
The sight in front of them broke Narcissa's heart. No child she have to comfort a parent like that. Tom was acting like a man not the little boy he was. Ginny slowly reacted to his words, calming down. The fact that Tom knew exactly how to handle a mental break like that told them this was not the first time, or even a rare occurrence. It was painfully obvious this happened a lot. No wonder Ginny never left the house.
They all stood by the edge of the property. All hesitant for different reasons. The Weasley's were apprehensive about confronting Ginny with her betrayal, Harry wanted to rid the world of her evil being and her horrible kid. There was no way either one were related to him and didn't have blood on their hands. He could't believe Tom was an innocent child. Hermione wasn't sure she'd be able to fight the woman she'd considered her sister for most of her life. "Don't forget we've got to keep them in relatively good condition. The ministry wants to speak with her about the death of a muggle family whose children attended Hogwarts. The students were supposedly removed from school, but we can't trace them from the school. The ministry thinks Tom had something to do with it. If so, Ginny's responsible for it because she tried to clean up the mess" Hermione said in a shaky voice "But, we're talking about someone who practices dark magic. I doubt she'd hesitate to kill us, so... I guess... Just don't die..." She finished lamely. She couldn't say if need be, kill Ginny. She simply couldn't bring herself to say that.
"Come on guys, we have to hurry" They finally got moving, and under Disillusionment Charms they all ran toward the back door. "Where should we start?" Ron asked, from studying the old muggle blueprints from when the house was built he knew there was a hidden entrance to what had been the basement and servants quarters. No doubt the Dark Lord had changed that into a dungeon and holding cells for his prisoners. "This way, we start at the bottom and work our way up, we don't even know if they are home..." Ron said, leading them to a patch of brick wall.
It took them only a minute or two of searching before they found the right spot to push. It was a muggle trap door, he doubted if Voldemort ever even found it. "Harry, are you okay? You've been quite this entire time." Hermione said. Ron took the lead while Hermione and Harry took the rear, all the Weasley's checking in various rooms as they walked along the creepy hall.
In almost every room blood stained the stone walls red. If you listened closely you could still hear innocent people screaming, begging for death. Every room seemed untouched, years of dust and dirt covering the surfaces, the doors squeaked from lack of use. All, except for one door. The door closest to the stair case was locked tightly, no dust surrounded the small pathway that lead down the stairs to the small wooden door.
The air hung damp and thick, like a cloud some how hung here in the dungeon. "It's the only room down here that looks like it's been touched since you-know-who died... I wonder what's in there..."Ron mumbled more to himself then to anyone else. "I dunno, but once we take control of the house we'll send the curse breakers down here to make sure its safe to go in there." Hermione said as she urged them up the stairs.
Harry followed along quietly. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle this. He'd exploded the one time he saw Ginny, now he didn't know what he'd say to her. "Shh!" Ron said, holding up his hand to indicate silence. He could hear voices, several adults, and a couple children. Ron pointed to the open door, not to far from the back staircase. "I'm sorry... I just.." The voice speaking was definitely Ginny's
It took almost thirty minutes for Ginny to calm down enough to put herself back in one piece, one fragile piece, but one piece none the less. "Mama..." she said softly, rising to her feet, Tom still cradled against her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you Mama... I just..."She started to say, her words cut off by an icily familiar voice. "You just what Ginny?"
Eight heads turned to find most of the Weasley's, Harry and Hermione standing in the doorway to the drawing room they were all sitting in. The second they noticed the group had their wands raised six wands met them. Pansy shifted so she was blocking Aurora and D'Artagnan. "What are you doing here, Potter?" Draco was the first to speak. Ginny set Tom down, forcing him behind her. "How did you get in here?" Ginny asked. She first wanted to know how he was here, why was a secondary question.
"Your wards grew weak last night, there is a crack in your defenses and in minutes this place will be flooded with Aurors" Hermione said, her wand pointed at Ginny. "No one was talking to you, mudblood" Ginny spat, the Weasley's looked shocked and the Malfoy's just smirked. Ginny glanced at Pansy, sharing a knowing look. Her idea to protect her and Tom from Harry and his goons actually brought them here. She could hex herself, but right now she had to deal with the idiots in front of her.
"How could you turn your back on your family?" Ron asked, voicing a question every redhead was trying to ask. Lucius and Narcissa chuckled, stepping forward. Narcissa wrapped her arms around Ginny, Lucius standing by his wife's side. Draco and Pansy joined them, now standing like a baracade against their impending attack. "Lucius, I don't think she's ever turned her back on us, don't you think?" Narcissa asked, her eyes boring into Ron. "No I don't love, what about you Draco, do you feel like your sister's turned her back on you?" Lucius asked, causing a laugh from Draco. "No father, she's the best little sister a guy could have"
Ginny smirked, resting her head against her mother's for a second before she spoke. "Thanks papa" she giggled, watching the look of rage cross Arthur's face. "See Weasel, my family is right here." She said smirking, watching the look of realization cross Harry's face. "You're Malfoy's sister" he said in a voice barely louder then a whisper. "The one from that day in Diagon Alley..." Ron added in, his thought catching up with Harry's. "Yes, it was a quick save on Pansy's part, calling me GiGi, instead of finishing Ginny" she laughed, enjoying the look of shock and anger.
Hermione raised her wand a little higher, now pointing between Ginny's eyes. "I see you're still letting it off its leash. tsk tsk tsk" Ginny said, she knew something big was about to happen, and she was here to serve as fuel to the fire. "Why you little..." Hermione said, moving her wand a little as if she were about to cast a spell. "Expelliamus!" Tom said, poking his head between his mother and grandmother. Hermione's wand went flying. Ginny chuckled, wrapping tom in her arms, pulling her in front of her. "Well, well... See this is preciesly my point, mudbloods shouldn't do magic, they can't control it... Being disarmed by a first year..." She shook her head, laughing.
"Everte Statum!" Harry said, barely above a whisper. A jet of silver light left his wand throwing both Ginny and Tom back. Ginny hit the wall and fell to the ground in a heap, groaning. Tom was thrown against the wall and landed on the ground with a thud. "Why you isolent little... Tommy?" Ginny said, her voice instantly softening and sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
"Daddy?" He whispered, his face growing pale in seconds. His eyes closed, and his chest stopped falling, his already pale skin lost any traces of life. When Tom hit the wall he was dangerously close to the brick, he'd narrowly avoided it, but when he fell to the ground his head made contact with the edge of the fireplace. "Tommy!" Ginny cried, everyone in the room watched in silence and horror as she moved to him, cradling his small body in her arms. Blood gushed from the wound on the side of his head, coating her arms and chest as she rocked him back and forth. She rocked him back and forth, her eyes misty and distant. "Harry...?" Hermione whispered as she watched Ginny
"Shh... It's okay Tommy. Daddy will watch you while Mummy fixes this. I'll fix this.. I'll bring you both back, you can't leave me alone, I cant survive with out you. I'll bring you back, I'll do it. I can do it I promise" She whispered over and over again, smoothing out his hand, smearing blood all over his face and hair. "Mummy will fix this. Mummy will protect you. He can't hurt us anymore" she rubbed her cheek, not noticing as she smeared blood on her own porcelain skin.
Everyone watched as Ginny lost her last connection to reality. Her silver eyes seemed hollow as she looked up at Harry, a twisted smile on her lips as she started to giggle like a maniac. "Well well Potter" she laughed, never letting go of Tom as she stood up. His lifeless, bloody, body pulled against her frame. "You're just like him, don't you know?" She said, her head tilted to the side. "Pansy, take Aurora and D'Artagnan and go, get out!" She said forcefully, never tearing her hollow eyes away from Harry's shocked face. No one moved to stop her, they were all staring at Ginny. "Ginny, I'm not leaving you with them..." Pansy said.
Ginny turned to Pansy, a sickly sweet smile playing on her lips. "He's already killed one innocent child, what makes you think they won't go after yours. Go protect your children like I couldn't. Make sure they know Auntie Ginny loves them." Pansy was about to argue more when Draco leaned over to her. "It's a good idea. Please love, take them to the safe house and wait for me..." Draco said in a whisper. Harry was wondering how paranoid you have to be to have a safe house.
Pansy nodded her head, casting one last sad look at Ginny before taking her children and disaparating with a crack. "This is between you and me, Potter" She said in a singsong voice. She couldn't help but laugh, that was the same thing her Tom had said before he and Harry fought the final battle. "Don't come to my defence, this is between me and Potter" She told her family. All looked apprehensive, but none questioned her.
"Just wait guys, let me handle this..." Harry said in a much softer tone to his own companions. Ginny laughed darkly, looking like her head might start spinning around on her shoulders any second. She clutched her son's body to her, as if he still needed her protection. Her wand by her side. "Well, what does Potty have to say now? Come to tell me you've always loved me? You want to know why I turned away from you time and time again?" She cackled, her eyes bugging out a bit as she spoke.
Even if the others had intended to fight, the sight of watching Ginny lose her mind was to disterbing to look away from. "You're just like him, you know that? The other side of the Galleon so to speak" Ginny laughed, Harry finally saying something. "I'm nothing like him Ginny." He said in a low almost sad tone. "Oh yes you are!" She giggled in a voice that sounded like a small girl's.
"You left my son with out a father, no memories of his father to help him sleep at night" she said in a exaggerated sad voice, her flare for drama kicking in. "You've killed innocent people, who had nothing to do with the war and rationalize it however helps you sleep at night" she said, stroking Tom's hair, indicating who she was talking about. "You hate those who don't believe what you do. Think they need to be disposed of because of what the believe" she said.
A look of fury was crossing his face as she taunted him. She wasn't saying anything untrue, and maybe that's why he was getting so mad. He knew that he was just like her Tom. A different end of the equation, but the similarities where there. "I'm nothing like him Ginny! You know I'm nothing like him." He said, his voice faltering. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more then he was trying to convince her.
"You're just like him, the other side of the same hateful coin... But the thing about hate, it consumes..." She said. "Whether it was justified like his, or not like yours. Hate consumes. It consumed you until you killed what you hate. It consumed him until he was so close to death he gave up to try and protect me." She said, oddly insightful. "And me?" she asked, glad he hadn't tried to interupt her yet, maybe he was curious what to say. "My hate has consumed me entirely" she cackled, laughing like a maniac.
She laid Tom down on the floor, opening her mouth to say something but no sound ever came out. She started staring at the room, colors dancing in front of her eyes and ghosts from her past plaguing her vision. "Gin?" Draco's voice never cut through her fog. A wide smile erupted on her face as she reached out, and stroked Tom's cheek. "You've come to me again. I knew you wouldn't leave me." She said, smiling up at the man who had dominated her life for twenty years. "Come home, we can be a family" she said, now seeing her son beside her husband. Tears slid down her cheeks, this was a sight she never thought she'd see. "See, we can be a family"
To the rest of the room nothing looked different, it simply looked like a bloody mess. But Ginny stood there, eyes glazed over, staring around at things no one else could see. Then she reached up her hand as if stroking someone's cheek. "Who is she talking to...?" Ron asked Hermione as he watched Ginny locked in conversation with an invisible being. "Ginny, come back" Draco said in a soft voice. "Tom isn't here, Ginny he's not here. Come back" he cooed, slowly walking over to his sister, putting a hand on her cheek, standing in front of her. "Ginny, come home..." He whispered.
Harry stood in shock, not even sure what to do. His wand trained on Draco in case he got any idea's. "Tom come home" she echoed Draco's words, leaning against the hand on her cheek. She reached out and touched Draco's cheek, her fingers still slightly bloody. "Tom, come home to me" she whispered, stroking Draco's cheek, but it wasn't Draco she was seeing. She was looking up at Tom, her Tom, the man she'd missed so much. "It's time to end this and be a family" She heard a voice whisper as Tom walked away, hand in hand with their son. "No!" Ginny screamed, startling everyone in the room. "Don't leave me! Not again, you can't leave me!" She screamed, collapsing onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest.
"Harry, we better get her to Saint Mungo's, enough of this standing here. Grab her, and let's go" Ron said, taking a step toward Ginny, Harry putting an arm out to stop him. "Just wait a second..." He mumbled, watching Ginny look up from her knees with a grin worthy of a cheshire cat. Draco knelt by her side, an arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. "Shh... Gin it's okay, you're home" Draco said.
"Home?" Ginny asked, as if she didn't understand the word. "Yes Gin, you're home..." Draco said confused as he watch Ginny turn her creepy smile at him for a minute. "You're right Draco... I'm going home..." She said in a small voice, reaching into her shirt. "What do you mean, going home? Gin, you are home..." Draco said, letting go of her so he could look at her properly. She pulled a silver string out of her shirt, revealing a long necklace.
"You see this?" She asked, holding up a glass pendant of the dark mark. They all just nodded, wondering what she was doing. It didn't seem to be a port key, and she was already home, so Harry decided to let her keep talking while they moved in to apprehend her. "Back away Malfoy, we don't want to hurt her or you." Ron said, his wand pointed at Draco's heart as he pulled Draco away from Ginny, Harry grabbed her by the arm, taking her wand and handing it to Hermione.
"It took me ten years to make this" she said, unaffected by the loss of her wand or the face he was grabbing her. "It's a very unique object, don't you think?" She continued, her eyes lost in the small glass object, as if she were in a trance over a crystal ball. "It's interesting, don't you think?" She asked, turning innocent eyes to Harry. "What is Gin?" He asked, feeling bad for the woman in front of him. When she looked at him with such clear confusion and innocence he couldn't help but see her as the little girl he'd rescued from the Chamber of Secrets.
"How someone's life can be held in such a tiny object."Harry was confused, he'd heard of being able to trap someone's soul in an object, but never someone's life. He was beginning to think she was really mental. "No one can store their life in an object, Ginny..." Harry said, not noticing her ball her fist around the object. "Oh yes they can Harry" She said with a sky little smile. "I'm going home now, watch, it'll be pretty" She laughed.
She let out a scream as she threw the pendant as hard as she could, Ron ducked to avoid being hit. The glass shattered against the wall, silver and green lights began to dance around the room, Ginny swaying on her feet to music only she could hear. "I'll see you soon mama, and papa" she said giddily as she continued to dance as the light enveloped her. Harry jumped away from her, afraid of what ever magic was now swirling around Ginny. "I love you Draco, tell Pansy and the little one's I'll watch over them..." Then her voice faded away and there was a heavy thud.
The light faded away and an old woman laid on the floor. Her skin wrinkled and leathery, her eyes sunken into her face, her hair grey and thin. If it weren't for the fact she was wearing the clothes Ginny wore a minute ago, and now laid on the ground where Ginny stood, no one would know who she was. "Unbelievable" Hermione gasped, examining the glass shards with her wand. "She mixed an aging potion with her blood... And managed to infuse the Avada Kadavra curse..." She said softly. "She could have smashed this in the middle of the ministry of magic and it would only kill her..." Hermione said. No one was sure what to do.
The reason they were here was now unable to be taken to the ministry, and they had nothing to hold any of the Malfoy's on. "You all need to go, you'll be escorted off the property... Any resistance and you'll be arrested" Harry said with a blank face, staring down at Ginny's old lifeless body.
After a brief struggle the Malfoy's left, saying they would claim the bodies from the ministry that afternoon. All of the Aurror's showed up after that, doing a quick sweep of the house, getting rid of every dark object and taking the bodies to the ministry. They did their investigation and concluded there was nothing that could have been done, Harry had also been cleared to continue his duties after an examination of Tom's death.
That didn't do anything to ease his guilt. He'd just killed a child. Sure, he thought the kid should die, but he didn't actually mean to kill him, or by effect kill Ginny. He sat in the bloody drawing room for a long time, staring at where Ginny's body was. He didn't know if he was expecting her spirit to come to him, or if he was expecting some sort of comfort, but regardless of what he was expecting. Nothing came.
It would be ten years before the guilt of the war and that night consumed him. He'd drunk himself into a stupor every night, trying to run from himself. Even with gallons of whiskey in him it never quite killed the guilt. The ghosts of the people he'd killed haunted his sleeping and waking hours. He could get no peace from them. Death Eaters or accidental deaths, every face burned into his mind.
One day, he couldn't take it any longer and left a note on his kitchen counter, knowing Luna would find it and know what to do. 'I've gone to the place where it ended... I was so consumed with hate I killed him. An innocent child who could have been saved. I should have tried harder... She was an innocent child I could have saved... Maybe things would be different if he'd had a different name... Maybe things would be different if I'd had a different name. I'm sorry for hurting you, and the families I've destroyed. I love you all, Harry'
Sure enough, Luna did find the note and knew what he was talking about. Harry was found two days later in what was the drawing room of Riddle Manor before it had been destroyed by war victims who had wanted some piece of closure. He had sat there for hours, his wand pointed at his heart. Finally his last two words slipped from his lips, sending him finally into peace. The same two words that started everything for Harry Potter, ended everything too. "Avada Kadavra"
For weeks the wizard world mourned the death of their hero, while the Weasley and Potter families celebrated his death. Because, just like Ginny. He'd gone home. He'd finally been given peace from his demons and was with his family. He was laid to rest in Godricks Hollow with his parents, and finally he was with the family that was taken from him. He'd be pleased to know that every once in a while, late at night when no one else was around a blond man would visit his grave, placing a lily on the stone while whispering the same thing every time. "We never blamed you, you shouldn't have either. Our little girl's at peace..."
Everyone knew his last words to them were true. Things could have been very different if he was a boy by any other name...
Well, that is it everyone! I hope you've liked it! Please review and tell me what you think, and look out for my new stuff I'll be starting on tomorrow!