Ginny Potter

I don’t want to cry…
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“Come on, Tina, we have to get these clothes and then head back to The Phoenix House to help Aunt Penny with the babies.” I try to snag Tina’s hand but she dances away from me down the street in Diagon Alley, giggling. “Sweetie, come on! Don’t you want to see Uncle Fred and Uncle George?”
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Tina and I got up this morning and got ready immediately before heading out the back garden and over to The Phoenix House. I get there to the bustling of house elves as they finish up preparing for breakfast.

“Oh Ginny! I’m glad you’re here,” Penny tells me with a smile as she comes into the front entry. “The babies are up in the nursery and I’ve got to start lessons. All of the kids are wound up from Susan and Justin’s wedding.”
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With everything that has gone on, we haven’t been able to properly celebrate Harry’s birthday. It doesn’t feel right, what with so many deaths and all of the turmoil. Instead I’ve decided to do a small celebration with just Tina. Mum offered to have a dinner but I have been a bit of an emotional mess recently, specifically after Ryan’s attack. I don’t know that I want to try to hold it together for my brothers.

“Right here,” I show Tina where to place the toast on a breakfast tray for Harry, who is amazingly still asleep.
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I wake and instantly try to stand. "Hold still Ginny!" I hear someone say but I push away, blinking as my eyes try to adjust to the bright light.

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“Just smile, Ginny!” Harry commands as he points the camera at me.

I want to smile, since I’ve had a wonderful time, but it is our last full day at the castle where we have spent our honeymoon. I’m also missing Tina dreadfully so I want to get back.

“Ginny…”
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"I have a favour to ask," I begin as soon as Mum is out of earshot.


"Anything," Hermione replies smiling.

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“He is precious,” I croon softly as Penny places my first nephew in my arms. His hair is an auburn red and his face reminds me of Percy. I smile down at his sleeping face. “Thanks for letting me come,” I tell Penny.

“I was glad to hear from you,” Penny assures me as she sits across from me on her couch.

I glance around her home and comment, “nice place.”

“Thank you,” she replies softly as a silence fills the room.
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I close the door to the nursery quiet, so I don’t wake Tina or Cormag, and jump when I feel someone touch my arm.

“It’s me,” Harry whispers and I glare at him for startling me. Before I can say anything though, he is pulling me away from the door and I can tell instantly from his tense shoulders that something is wrong. “The wards on our flat have been breached.”

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“Did you talk to Harry about Charlie?”

I nod, “Yes, we spent several hours talking about what I actually saw during the final battle. I hadn’t… told anyone and he was…” surprised… hurt… “I guess he was upset that I hadn’t ever told him about seeing Charlie… before now.”

It was a hard night and I spent most of it crying.
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“Hey,” I call softly as I walk into my kitchen to see my mum there, a cup of hot chocolate cradled between her two hands. “I thought you had left already.”

“No, your father was working late tonight so I helped Susan get the boys down,” she chuckles softly. “Those twins are almost as bad as Fred and George were.”

I smile as I remember the Anderson twin’s latest escapade, turning everyone’s pillow into a snake, and shake my head. “They might be worse since they have Fred and George giving them pointers.” I watch her care worn face and search for something to lighten her mood. “Uhm, Mum… about Tina…” she looks up expectantly. “Harry and I have decided to adopt her.”
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“It’s been two weeks now,” Zelda comments lightly and I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “How have they been?”

“They have been…” rather stressful. “Okay, I suppose. I’m sorry about canceling last week but I had the chance to have lunch with three friends and-”

“No, it’s fine,” she assures me as she holds up a hand. “As long as you are doing something that is good for you, then I don’t mind. We do, however, need to complete your therapy. You are not ready yet.”

“I know,” I mutter and look up at the painting on the wall. I see that the leg cabin that was nearly completed a few weeks before looks charred and… I frown, thinking I’m seeing something. “What…”
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May 4, 2003 Lunch

“Ginny?”

I look up at Susan who has just entered the kitchen and smile, “What’s up?”

“Hannah’s here,” she tells me and I nod, getting up from the table and leaving all the warding plans for The Phoenix House scattered about on the table.

“Let’s go meet her then,” I reply and we walk through the house to the front door and out to where Hannah is waiting. I grin broadly at her as we hug and watch as Susan does the same. I take out my wand and hold it to her as I mutter the incantation that will allow her entrance.
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I look up at the pop from the back bedroom to see Harry walk dejectedly to me in the kitchen. “What happened?”

“I was sacked,” he mutters and sits down near me.

I contemplate his face and wonder what is going on in his head. He might want to talk… or he might need something more. “Here,” I pass over a blueprint to a house in Kent. “Bill and I start work on this house tomorrow morning. The woman that lives there heard from my Mum that we’ve started warding houses.”
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After flooing my parents and brothers to let them know that Harry is hurt, I floo myself to St. Mungo’s and find that a guard, one that look familiar, is waiting for me.

“This way Miss Weasley, he is asking for you.”

The bloke looks hesitant and then I remember… I dueled him and he ended up sprawled out on the floor. I give him a small smile and look back at the floo, “My mum should be here shortly along with the rest of my family.”

“They will be brought up as soon as they arrive,” he assures me and I nod and follow him towards Harry’s room.

I enter to find Harry reclining in a private bed. He is obviously banged up and I can see several bruises forming. There is blood on his shirt, which is ripped, and a bit of dried blood on his face. He isn’t looking at me as I enter and wave away the guard. He looks like hell. “Harry?”

He turns to face me and despite the battered look on his face his eyes light up. He holds one of his hands out to me.

I climb into bed with him and pull him into my arms as I gently kiss his brow. “What happened?”

Very slowly he tells me of the attack on Azkaban although I can tell he is holding something back.

“What is it?” I ask gently.

Before I can get an answer, the family arrives with the same guard.

It will have to wait…

“I’m going to a party tonight,” I tell Zelda apprehensively. In fact I’m going to that party in just a few short hours. I let out a slow breath, trying to calm my nerves. I’m fairly sure that things will be all right, but I suppose the doubts will always linger.

“Are you looking forward to it?”

I nod, “I think so. I know everyone who will be there… or I think I do; even one of my ex-boyfriends.”
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Ella and I floo from our flat in to Susan’s office. She isn’t present but I didn’t expect her to be, as I know that the older children are in lessons. We walk hand in hand up to the nursery and we round the corner to see Tina waiting for us right outside the door.

“Neenee!” Tina yells but stops and doesn’t move towards me.

To say the least, I am surprised. “Hi Tina!” I walk towards her but she isn’t looking at me, she’s watching Ella. “Ella, do you remember Tina?”
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By the time Harry got back from Azkaban this evening, Ella and I were both passed out on the couch together. We had spent the day at a park, then coming back to play with Nevaeh until even she was too tired for more games, then a snack and falling asleep while reading a book.

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"How did your assignment from last week go?" Zelda asks me casually as she holds her quill poised over parchment.


"You mean to work towards balance? It went… all right. I teased my brother some and didn't get upset when Harry came back from a strip club."


Her arched eyebrow raises almost imperceptivity, "He went to a strip club?"
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“This is your house?”

I glance over at Ron to see his expression; he is obviously gobsmacked. “Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” I ask defensively.

“It’s yellow! Could you have picked a more… girlie house?! Poor Harry… he’s completely-”

I interrupt him before he can say something stupid, “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”
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