Chapter 1:
November 24 1996
Harry's POV
Her name came up out of nowhere as he, and Seamus were finishing up a report that Tuesday evening. Ginny would be home, she would be back here after being gone for 3 years living in America playing professional quidditch. My Gin, his thoughts kept repeating, after 3 years her memory had still been embedded in his mind, those mischievous brown eyes, her full smile and the perfect covering of freckles all over her body. After she left and found that she wouldn't return home he tried going on dates, he even had a couple short what one would call "relationships" but they all ended when he noticed the girl didn't laugh with her full face, she didn't order his favorite meal when she knew he would be late and she didn't have glowing red hair.
"Harry!" It was Seamus. "Have you heard a word I said?" He repeated.
I looked up at Seamus with a guilty look. "Sorry Seamus, what were you saying?"
Seamus looked him up and down with a knowing look of what exactly had distracted him. Maybe he shouldn't have told Harry Ginny was coming into town this weekend.
"I was saying I hope we get no calls this weekend, with uh Ginny coming home. Nev and I were gonna meet up with her for lunch at the Leaky" Seamus replied back.
"Oh yea, so do you uhh… know why she is coming back?" I asked him.
Now Seamus definitely looked guilty, "I think she is visiting Bill and George umm, you'd have to ask her."
I looked back at Seamus remembering those last couple days she was home, spending every second I could alongside her had been my hope for the summer. But those last couple days looking back were off, Ginny and Ron were never in the same room and Hermione was always going from the Burrow to her parents house. Really the burrow had never been so quiet but since the passing of Molly and Arthur the house felt empty.
Having the guts to see if he knew more himself he asked out, "So do you know why she left those years ago?"
Seamus mid-writing looked up at me, "You… you don't know, I thought you knew."
"Know what?" I replied back.
"Well umm, its not my story to tell, but well she and Ron had a huge fight and well, she left. So, she never said anything to you?" he replied solemnly.
I looked back down at my paper, "Oh I didn't know, no she didn't tell me anything. She wrote to me the next day telling me she was safe and that she was sorry but she had to leave but wanted me to be happy, I deserved it." I put all my papers to the side ready to leave. In a lower voice, "After all that I did I really just wanted her and she just left, what's her apparent reasoning for that".
Seamus looked depressed and quickly grabbed my arm while I tried standing from my desk pulling me down near his face, "Harry, she didn't want to leave you, believe me on that, but like I said before it's not my story to tell. I do think you deserve the truth and to be happy. I think if you find one you can get the other though."
I nodded down at him, "Yeah, have a good night Seamus".
I went home that night to my home, the home in which has felt perfect to me every other night except tonight it felt cold and empty and I knew exactly why. Because I had built it for her.
"Harry, tell me something no one else knows?" Gin whispered to me. We were facing each other in the yards of the burrow the summer before her sixth year enjoying the quiet of the burrow.
"Like what Gin, you know more than most?" I replied back.
"What do you want when this is over, when there is no more Tom, no more prophecy?" she asked with purpose.
"Honestly" she nodded.
"I uh well I want a home, I guess I never had one of those" I whispered back. She reached out her hand and gently stroked through my hair, I don't know how but she always knew how to touch me.
"Describe it to me" she murmured.
I looked into her eyes, "I want a nice big white house, not too big but homey and there should be a wrap-around porch with a swing to sit on, and maybe some animals running around with enough room to fly and maybe be near a lake, that always sounded nice to me." I shared with her one of my most intimate thoughts yet to everyone else it wasn't but to me it was valuable. "So" I asked her, repeating her hand movement with my own in her hair. "What do you want?"
She looked me dead in the eye, "I want you, just Harry, with a house, the one you described sounds nice but we need a green door to add some color and eventually a family, one we can teach quidditch too and tell stories too."
Now 3 years later I had the house but no Ginny.
Chapter 2:Ginny's POV
Nov 25
"Come on Emmie, almost there" I spoke down to my daughter. It was already almost 3, Emmie needed a nap and we had been traveling through the floo networks and of course getting stuck in lines at the Ministry in both the U.S and now England. I felt exhausted, I didn't sleep last night and then this transportation has been a long messalong with moving almost all of our belongings just in case this meeting went the way I wanted. I was ready to come home, hopefully others were okay with that.
"Mummy my stomach hurts, I'm tired." Emmie whined out while wrapped around her moms leg.
"I know baby, almost done, look we're next in line then we can go home." I practically begged out. I adjusted my backpack and my purse to the left side brushing Emmies hair back. She looked a lot like me thankfully, beautiful big brown eyes, and freckles dotting her nose and cheeks with long dark red hair falling down her back. She was my baby girl, thankful for her every day.
"Next in line, please step up" a clerk shouted out. I tugged on my purse and grabbed Emmies hand to move forward.
"Reason for return?" she asked while looking down at the paperwork I had handed to her.
"Moving back home, job relocation." I replied back, even though the job was not 100% and the whole being back home still scared the daylights out of me.
"Alright you're good to go Miss. Weasley, welcome home." she muttered back to me.
I smiled back, and tugged on Emmie, pointing to her where we needed to go.
"Mummy, mummy up" Emmie tugged on my jeans.
"Baby mummy can't pick you up, come on hold my hand and keep walking right to those flames."
"But mummy, my tummy really hurts," Emmie whimpered, obviously about to have a tantrum right here in the middle of the ministry of magic. Just great.
"Okay, come here" I whispered to her gently tugging her to the side to not be in the way of workers, did Ron still work here? Did he? No, don't think about them, focus on your daughter. She is your priority. I quickly muttered a quick charm to my purse so it wouldn't bang my side and hoisted my daughter up quickly, brushing a kiss to her cheek. She leaned her head into my neck and let out a hmph, obviously happier already.
Having been an experienced single mom getting into the floo with bags hanging off me and a child locked in my arms I quickly grabbed the ministry floo powder muttering the inn name, the Holyhead Harpies were putting me up for the rest of the contract meetings.
It was beautiful, Holyhead was a small town in the country with mostly muggles living there besides a couple first-year players who had to live in Holyhead village for the first year of their contract. Seacroft House was a small Inn located along the water. Luckily we got a suite, which came with one bedroom, a small kitchenette and living space.
"Welcome to Seacroft House, how can I help you?" The front desk woman spoke to me, wearing a nametag that said Martha.
Walking in still carrying Emmie I replied back, Hi, Ginny Weasley, I should have a suite booked."
"Ah yes, here we are Miss. Weasley, welcome, I have your key here, your stuff was sent up to your room this morning, and here is a list of the local restaurants and activities for you to do, as well as a list of our hours, we serve breakfast at 8 sharp and dinner at 6, please follow quiet hours from 9 to 7 am. Any questions feel free to ask me" she spoke warmly. She had the warmth of someone who definitely was a mother. Gosh I missed my mom.
"No mam, thank you!" I replied.
"Anything for the little miss" She asked my daughter.
Feeling Emmie squeeze me tighter I answered for her, "She's okay, thank you though, my daughter's shy sorry mam."
"Oh don't worry about it my little ones were the same of course that was years ago they now are getting ready for their own littles, so I understand, we do have a nice children's area in the living room to your left before the stairs alright?" She replied back nonchalantly.
I grabbed the keys and paper from the small table giving her a smile replying to my own thanks. I looked at my watch on my left hand, 3:35, alright it's not too late to get Emmie down for a nap and then unpack some stuff before confirming tomorrow's plans.
I swiftly unlocked our room door, lowered Emmy down and threw my backpack and purse onto the little couch near the door, locating the door to the bedroom.
"Alright honey come here, let's take off your jacket", in the November weather England was right on time with freezing temp and snowfall, "and take off your shoes, good honey come on were gonna go take a little nap okay" I spoke hoisting her up into my arms cradling her.
"Mummy will you sing me the goodnight song" she whispered.
"Sure honey" I quickly replied, the room was quant but very sweet with light green walls reminding me of a field of flowers, and a soft hue of light coming in from the bay windows. There in the center of the room was a king size bed with a flowered quilt. I gently tugged the quilt away, setting the top pillows aside, laying Emmie down covering her, knowing how much she loves to cuddle with the blanket all the way to her chin.
"Mummy sing sing" she mumbled, grabbing the sheet.
"Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a warm bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head, And close your eyes, and when they open, the sun will rise…"
Her steady breathing was the sure sign Emmie was sound asleep, so I sat up from the bed, pulled the curtains close and gently shut the bedroom door on my way out. I walked over where I dropped everything and did a quick expansion charm returning the purse and backpack to its full size. Once I had removed all the immediate items that I didn't need to put in the bedroom right away I started on the letter to Bill, who had requested a lunch with Emmie and I at our earliest convenience. I took out my planner, checking the next days schedule, my first meeting with the Harpies was Thursday, so that was two days from now, luckily they had a daycare that Emmie could stay in for the duration of the meeting which was one major stress figured out, maybe Bill could have lunch tomorrow or Sat. Quickly jotting down a quick letter and sealing it I checked on Emmie once more before running down stairs to borrow an owl to send off my letter.