Gabrielle Potter, Gabbi, hated August 11th. Most of the year, her husband Harry belonged to her alone. She had come to Britian after the war because she had heard her long-time crush was depressed. Turns out his girlfriend, the youngest Weasley, had died in the war against Bellatrix. Harry had opened to her a few months after the war ended and six months later, they were dating. She knew Harry liked her, but there were nights where he would wake up, crying out Her name. Gabbi would pull him to her and comfort him as best she could, but she was not Her.
Now it was eight years after the war and Gabbi had given him a beautiful daughter, Zoe. With the birth of his child, he seemed to have mostly moved on, even though she knew part of his heart would always be Her's. He was a loving husband and attentive father to Zoe. There were even expecting the birth of their second child in a few months. However, every August 11th, in his sleep, he would have nightmares and call out for Ginny until he was hoarse. She would take him in her arms and comfort him as best as she could.
Gabbi hated August 11th. This was because on that night, he was unfaithful to her. On that night, he belonged solely to Her. And she could not even bring herself to be resentful or hate Harry or Her for this. They could not help a killing curse had ended their romance. So, she hated the day, and dreaded the night when Harry's heart would slip back in time and once more beat for Ginny Weasley.
Her heart ached for her husband. She hoped somewhere in the vastness of reality, there was a universe where he had his little bottlerocket. Even if that meant she was alone there. He deserved that/ Her Harry deserved the world.
A/N: Just something that kept me up last night. I hope you enjoyed it as short as it is. See you again soon.