***Once again, i own nothing. this is all j.k. rowling's. she's fabulous!***
The Promise
When I came home, I had a smile on my face. Mum was acting normal and that was so nice. She had even scowled at me and that was a big improvement. I couldn't wait to tell Ron or Harry!
"Mum, I'm home!" I announced as I walked into the warm Burrow. I looked around but the Burrow seemed as empty as ever. A cold sinking feeling came over me. Mum was still the same. I thought we both had escaped the cold pit we were thrown into….I was probably wrong.
"Ginny," my mum said softly. She was sitting on a chair by the fireplace. I took a deep breath and walked over to her. "You had fun at Diagon Alley, did you?" she asked, not expecting an answer I could tell.
I bit my lip. "A great time." I said quietly. "I thought you…you were cleaning when I left." I didn't want to be too harsh but I also wanted to get to the point. "Mummy, I thought you were doing better today. I left only because you seemed a bit brighter. If I would have known you were still…tired…I would have stayed behind with you."
"Oh, Ginevra," my mum sighed as she tackled me almost into a hug. I didn't rebel against it for some reason. I suppose I needed a hug too. I rested my head against her shoulder. "I should have been there instead of Fred." she said softly.
I jumped up from the sofa. "Mum, don't you dare say that!" I barked at her. She looked surprised with her tear-stained eyes. "If you had been there instead of Fred…" I choked back so many tears I felt embarrassed. I didn't intend to cry, but just the thought of that happening made my heart ache.
"Fred died for a reason," I explained through muffled tears, "And there was nothing we could, nor anything we can still do to change that. Fred loved having fun more than anything. He would be ashamed to see you acting like this! Merlin knows he is partying every night with James Potter and Sirius! Can you imagine what would happen to the family…to me…if you had gone instead of him?" I said. My eyes were overflowing with tears.
My mum looked at me in puzzlement and then utter sympathy. "Ginny, dear…" she cried as she enveloped me into a hug. "I'm so sorry."
"You cant leave me," I cried. "Ever."
"I wont, Gin, I wont." my mum promised.