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We are still getting stuffed moved around, dejunking and donating a few things to clean the new house up. If anyone tells you folks moving is simple and easy? They are lying through out their nose...

Chapter 57


Nowhere Fast

England

6 months later...

Ginny mourned the fact that in these six months since her supposed incarceration. Not once has Harry really been there to see her. Actually...he as been to see her, just he wasn't seeing her.

Knowing how forgiving he was as a youth when they were all in school. She would have thought that with their shared past, that Harry would have gotten over it. Especially now that she was heavy with his son...

But it wasn't the case. Instead he distanced himself even further; he kept going out with the wolves and stopping some of the major battles from escalating to monstrous proportions.

Her pleas for him to treat her as he once did had fallen on death ears. Ron and others had started to plead her case especially when little James had started to talk to her.

Flashback three months earlier...

Crying in her room from suffering another bout of unbearable silence as Harry had entered her room once again. Ginny had collapsed upon her bed, clutching her swollen belly protectively. Despite herself knowing that this baby was not originally hers to begin with, she had grown attached to the little boy within her.

So when she started hearing sounds of a little boy whispering all around her. She was admittedly confused...

Mommy?

"What?"

Mommy sing?

"James?"

Yes Mommy? Mommy sing?

Flashback ends

It was then that she had gotten up and immediately asked for not only Madame Pomphrey and Fleur.

After telling both women what had happened when they came, Fleur had reluctantly smiled. She was upset that her nephew was considering this woman his mother, but yet seeing how Ginny had been confused and wondering what she should do.

Fleur as Madame Pomphrey proceeded to check her out set about not only teaching Ginny a childhood song. A favorite of Gabrielle's growing up, but also to explain that everything was all right.

When Veelas have children, eventually when the child spirit awakens into its forming body, it begins to ask things of its mother. Things like a simple song, a touch or even something that would make even the sanest wizard throw up as Ginny nearly did twice.

Twice the little boy had asked for meat, to the point that it was bloody and barely cooked. Fleur had warned her the first time that she tried to refuse that the baby within her could work havoc upon her body.

She wasn't kidding. Her hair and body turned wild colors for days and not to mention she could keep nothing down. James refused all foods until he got what he wanted from her. In the end, though it was thanks to her mother that had found a recipe to make her able to eat it that helped James settle down.

Yes, Harry had allowed Molly Weasely back into his life somewhat. Not like Ron, who as he and Harry had reached the point of being good friends it had stagnated a little bit. Because...

Well because that there were some things Harry still had trouble forgiving. But unlike others according to Tonks who had begun talking to her again recently. Ron was willing to wait.

And he did. Time after time, he was patiently rewarded as he gave Harry each and every time a chance to make the first move. To allow him back into Harry's life and to also be able to help him. Help him as he could not before, help him to defeat a nightmare that would not go away.

Her brother had changed. Molly had not apparently. She had immediately started to try and fawn over Harry but he had shot it down faster then one could blink. And it apparently had hurt even more, when her mother had met Isabelle.

When Molly had met Isabelle, well it was significant to say the least. Because as Harry was guiding her mother to her, Molly was witness to the warmth and adoration that the young man once had for her. Was now given to this other woman...

Flashback... Two months ago...

"Mum?"

"Hello Ginny." Molly stated quietly. Sadness and longing in her tone, as familiar laughter erupts from down the hall. "He has what he needs now doesn't he?"

Confused for a moment, the youngest and yet the most perceptive of the Weasely clan reluctantly nods her head. "From my short time here and what little I have seen he does Mum. And we have no one to blame but ourselves."

"I know...it's just..."

"Just what?"

"Just why couldn't he go back to being as he was before?"

"Because he changed...and we didn't"

Flashback ends

It all came down to that one word. Change...

Change was something that everyone has to do sooner or later. You can't remain the way you were the day before because somewhere somehow, you did something that made you different for the next day. And unfortunately if you cause people to be hurt during that change it can do things later on that are hard to forget.

Those words that Isabelle had told her in the beginning echoed with her for a long time. Because of what they had done, the boy that had been fated to be their hero had endured things that hurt him. Things that even though most could forget, he could not...

And she understood that day finally. So when Harry came back with the others doing what he needed to do, to thwart Voldemort time and time again. She waited patiently. She did not push him to talk to her anymore. She allowed him to touch her belly, and to hear the movements of the child within her.

Eventually, maybe and even though it won't be as they could have been years ago. Maybe Harry will truly see her once again.

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Sirius chuckled as Harry was tackled by some of the wolves around the Hollow. Enjoying the six months he has had back among those he loves, he had become a fixture of laughter around the house. It was something that he excelled at in these dark times.

Making people laugh...

Between himself and Alexandre's rigorous training schedule as the Wolf Pack leader had decided to stay alongside his mother. They had kept Godric's Hollow full of love and laughter. Not allowing Harry to sink into the oblivion that rock his dreams during the night.

The connection between himself and Voldemort had most definitely re-opened and both parties knew it. But unlike the snake, Voldemort delighted in torturing his godson as he slept. After all an off kilter Harry made an enemy he could handle.

And although they had won several of the skirmishes with the Death Eaters, it was proving to be a stalemate time and time again. Unlike that first battle, according to Remus, it seemed Harry was holding back.

Sirius for once was thankful, that Remus had tried to fulfill his wish, that he look after Harry in the event of his death. It had bonded the older man and the youth who so desperately needed a stabilizing influence.

Where he was the father who provided the love and the laughter that kept him happy, Remus was the father who kept him sane. Whose words made him think... And it was both men who accepted him no matter what alongside Isabelle and Alexandre. To them he was just Harry.

Which brings us to the meting that had been coming up...a meeting that he himself was not to thrilled on going to.

It was a meeting that was long overdue, because several times Harry had put it off. For some odd reason or another he had kept fighting the desire to go.

Isabelle was the one who had figured out. It was Isabelle, who had put Harry's reactions into perspective...

How would you feel if the one whom you thought would believe you, was the one who allowed you to be taken? How would you feel if he all of a sudden wanted to see you again?

Understanding that sentiment, they all said nothing. After all, as Ron had put it eloquently, look how long it took him to accept him back as a friend?

Now Harry had felt comfortable about seeing Dumbledore again. But unlike before he would not be going in his Phoenix form. He would be going as himself and not alone. Alexandre as well as he and Remus would be there with him.

It was Harry's condition.

He would not be guilt-tripped into being something he is not.

TBC...