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Hey guys. Because most of the older characters have been done. i'm moving on to the generation of Harry Potter. Because we know so much about these characters already, I'm trying out something new with these. Making these less about thier lives and more about thier little individual quirks.

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Ginevra Potter (nee Weasley)'s Greatest Secrets

When she was born, for about three hours from the time she first opened her eyes, her eyes were green. After about three hours, her eyes darkened to hazel and it wasn't until she was almost one that her eyes finally darkened to the deep brown that she was known for, that she inherited from her mother, Molly. No one knew that her eyes were originally green, not even her father. It was her secret, the one her mother shared with her along with the talk about men and becoming a woman. Her mother showed her proof when she was thirteen years old, her birth certificate and a small picture of her, both of which she kept with her for the rest of her life, both which showed her with startling bottle green eyes. It was a part of her that no one else knew about, that she valued forever, and she held close to her heart. And even years after he own daughter was born, she couldn't quite explain why this simple fact was so important to her.

She loved the color pink. And though she couldn't tell anyone, she honestly loved pink. It was something that set her apart from her oafs of brothers. It was one thing that proved to the world that she was different from the rest of her male dominated family. It was something that helped her get in touch with the small part of her that was soft and sensitive and feminine. It was everything to her. Because, to a girl born in a family of boys during a time of terror and war, pink became more than a color, it became a symbol, that she could break sometimes, that she could act silly and girlish sometimes, that she couldn't deny the part of her that was longing to be a sheltered, protected little princess locked in a tower away from the pain and misery of the world. She never told anyone because she knew they would tell her she was being silly or look at her in shock. But it was her comfort during the war, her one and only comfort that she could truly cling on to.

She loved her brothers, all of them. They were her friends, her allies, her protectors, and her…….her brothers. She adored each and every one of them. But if anyone ever asked her who her favorite brother was, she would have to say it was Ron. Yes, Bill had practically raised her and Charlie had taught her his best hexes and the twins were always there for her but Ron was so close to her age that she was the closest to him. She trusted Ron beyond all of her other family members. His best friends was the love of her life. His wife was her best friend. And he was the one she grew up with, the one she went through Hogwarts with, the one she know better than she knew even herself. He taught her everything about who she was, who she knew she could never be, and who she wanted to become one day. By just being there, Ron gave her a sense of complete security, of safety and of love, even in Hogwarts when all she wanted was to stand on her own feet. He reminded her that her family made her who she was, and she loved him for that.

When she looked back on her first year of Hogwarts, all she remembered was a feeling of complete loneliness, a feeling that the world was closing in around her and that she was lost on a deserted island with no chance of rescue. It was worse than a Dementor attack, worse than how she imagined Azkaban to be, worse than even her seventh year, when she didn't know if she would live to see the next day. Her first year was the nightmare that strengthened her. It was the part of her that she wanted to forget but the part of her that she that shaped her future and hardened her against the horrors of the world. And as much as she wanted to say that she never fell for it, she knew she couldn't. A small part of her fell in love with Tom Riddle that year. A small part of her wanted to feel the thrill she felt when she realized that an older man as handsome as Tom Riddle was talking to her, was interested in her, liked her. It was a thrill that gave her a deep, guilty pleasure that she never wanted to feel again. The diary ruined her innocence that even years later, she looked back on that year and shuddered, refusing to tell her sons what had happened, refusing to ever think of Tom Riddle again, and refusing to get her daughter Lily a journal for her ninth birthday to protect her from the pain she experienced.

She liked Harry from the moment she heard about him from her father. She told her father, her little five year old face serious, that one day she would be Mrs. Harry Potter because she loved him. It wasn't until she met Harry that she truly knew why she loved him. He was everything she could have wanted in a Prince Charming. He was sweet and sensitive and kind and a little awkward and she loved him. When he saved her life at the end of his second year, risking life and limb to battle Tom Riddle to save her, she knew that she would be his forever, if only he noticed her as anything more than his best friend's little sister. But……but somehow, Harry never seemed to notice her, never seemed to be anything to her except polite and sweet and in general himself. He didn't care about her, and she knew it. So she dated around, never staying with one guy for more than a few months because a small part of her would always long for Harry. A small part of her would always imagine that it was harry she was kissing, not Dean or Michael or any of her other ten boyfriends. And when Harry kissed Cho Chang, she could honestly say that she'd never hated someone as much as she hated Cho.

When she first met Sirius Black, he scared the hell out of her. She stood beside Ron as he introduced Sirius to her with a broad grin on his face, impressed at his own cleverness while she clung to her elder brother, reaching for his hand for the first time in almost ten years. She was fourteen, and she was behaving like a little girl. She forced herself to walk up to Sirius and offer him her hand. When her grinned at her and gave her a huge hug to welcome her to his home, she laughed and for the first time, saw Harry for who he should have been if his parents hadn't died, hadn't been murdered. And she fell in love with Sirius. He was the one friend, apart from Hermione, whom she could trust completely. He was the one she told about her troubles with boys and school. He was the one she talked to whenever she felt like pulling Cho Chang's hair out with her bare hands, whenever she wanted nothing more than to walk up to Harry and kiss him. He was the one who told her about James and Lily and their enmity which bloomed into love. He was the one who truly gave her hope that one day, Harry would be hers.

When Voldemort returned, all she could think of was the emptiness she felt when she was eleven and she opened the diary and the chamber and destroyed so many lives. All she could think of was that this was her childhood. This was her time to be innocent and carefree and fall in love and discover what love really was and he took that from her. All she could think of was that she knew that she would always stand with her brother, her friend, and the boy she loved. She would always stand with Dumbledore and fight till she had no breath left in her. She would fight……and for a moment all she wanted to do was retreat to her room and weep for the life she had lost. All she wanted to do was break down and beg to be protected by the brothers she placed all her trust in. She wanted to break, but she swallowed her fear and her uncertainty and her pain and began training, began concentrating, began focusing more on her technique and her hexes until she was unstoppable, until she knew that if she was going down, she would take down Voldemort's army with her. Because no one threatened her family. Not even the most powerful sorcerer in the world.

The second war……the second war was a personification of hell for her. She was trapped in Hogwarts for her sixth year while her brother, her beloved, most favorite brother was out traveling, on the run with her best and closest friend and…..and Harry. The three people who mattered most to her in the world were being hunted like dogs and risking their lives to save them all. It was all she could do not to run, not to break and retire forever to the dark recess of her mind where she would be safe, protected by her own madness. But she couldn't. She knew she couldn't. So she found Neville and Luna and began organizing Dumbledore's Army once more. If Harry could risk his life to fight Voldemort, if Hermione could throw her precious future away to help her friends, if Ron could ignore his fears to offer anything he could to destroy the greatest evil that had ever tormented this world, then she could overcome her pain to organize this resistance. She could fight her own battles in Hogwarts. And she did. She became the nightmare of the Carrows, the bane of Headmaster Snape's existence, and the most favorite student of all the teachers who opposed the Carrows. She trained with McGonagall in the deep of the night, learning how to fight to kill. And she knew she would give her life to the cause she took from the man she would love forever.

The final battle was….terrifying. She was everywhere, she was nowhere. Everything she did was a matter of life and death. When Percy returned to the family, begging forgiveness, she thought for a moment that they shouldn't forgive him, that they should shun him for what he had done. But when she saw the pleading his Percy's eyes, she went up to him and promised him that she forgave him. And she got her brother back. And……she lost Fred. Fred, who made her laugh and cheered her up when she was down and gave her everything was gone. Nothing could prepare her for the pain of losing a brother to the cold depths of death. And……and when she hear that Harry was dead, that Voldemort had won, it felt like everything she'd survived for, everything she'd lived for, everything she'd fought for was lost. She fought for him and he was gone. He had sacrificed himself to protect them, to protect her. Her world fell apart when she heard that Harry was dead. So she fought like there was no purpose, like she would destroy the world before joining her love in paradise. And when she saw Bellatrix in front of her, she knew her vengeance would be complete. And that vengeance belonged to her mother. And she laughed when Bellatrix fell to the wand of Molly Weasley.

After the war, she couldn't go back. She couldn't return to Hogwarts. She wandered for a while before joining the Harpies. She played for them for a few years when, finally, Harry proposed and she said yes. She was twenty three when they were married and she knew that her wedding was the happiest day of her life, second only to the birth of her three children. They were both here. They were both alive, wonderfully, beautifully alive and he was here. He was here, standing beside her, loving her. And she was finally complete. Her family was here, around her. Her life was full, with Harry and James and Albus and Lily and her family was everything to her. She completed them, and they completed her. She couldn't have survived without them. And they were here. Her life was finally full, finally free of fear and finally, she had no need to break, had no need to turn to symbols and pain to comfort. Finally, she could live, truly live, the life she'd always dreamed of.

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