Ginny Potter

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


"Anything," Hermione replies smiling.

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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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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.

( Waking Up )

I wake slowly, blinking away the sleep, only to find Harry propped on one elbow, watching me. “Hey,” although it comes out strangely as I yawn while I talk, stretching up.

“Hey,” he replies and moves the hair from my face, cupping my cheek.

“You look tired.” I watch his eyes which look hazy.

He leans up to kiss my forehead before laying his head right next to mine, “Hermione is pregnant.”

“Tell me something I didn’t know,” I blurt out instantly.
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“It is nice to see the both of you here today,” Zelda says as Harry and I sit on the couch, holding hands. “I am curious as to why you decided to include Harry today, Ginny. Does it have to do with your assignment?”

I blush and look up at the calming painting. “Yes… we talked about it.”

“Ah, and Harry, what did you think of her homework?” she asks, looking patiently at him.

Harry blushes a bit, "Well, I love being able to tell Ginny how wonderful she is... "

“Without her arguing, of course.”
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“Remember we’re having dinner with Ron and Hermione here tonight at 7pm,” I say to Harry as I walk over to the floo.

“I remember,” he replies calmly. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

I shake my head. I want to meet with my Mind Healer, Zelda, by myself this week. I can do this.
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Zelda Agnew is not what I was expecting. I’m not sure what I had in mind when Harry told me that she was a dorm mate with McGonagall but this woman is not it. While she looks to be the same age as my old professor, she greeted me warmly and invited me into her comfortable office, assuring me that no one could be listening in on us. I stare into her gentle blue eyes and feel myself relax, almost despite myself.
( Therapy )

It has been a rough few weeks, but the last two days have been… they have been horrible. I’ve been to see Ron everyday for at least a few minutes but no longer, because I start to panic. Justin is starting to wake up but Susan closed the curtain around his bed… and it hit me. All of my friends are doing so much to accommodate me… to keep me from making a scene. The thing that I have fought against my whole life, being a burden, being weak… that is me now and no matter how hard I push myself, it isn’t going to go away until I deal with it.

I wish this were some sick joke or possibly a nightmare. Maybe if I pinch myself hard enough, I will wake up and find myself able to be in the same room as a man who isn’t Harry… or immediate family.
( Visiting )

I stubbornly refused to let Harry come with me to work my first day back. I am not a child! I shouldn’t need to be babysat… But as I walk from the Apparation point in the back, to the security wizard that I have know for years, I start to realize why Harry was so concerned. The hallway before me is long and bare, save for the one desk at the end, and I have to force myself to keep walking. My throat has closed up and my breathing is labored, but I will make it into work.
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Luna arrives at our flat early and greets both Harry and I with a hug. I was so glad to have news from her and to be given this day with my friend. Even though Ron is… well he isn’t dead, he also isn’t doing well and Luna has always been there for me. She and I were so close our last year at Hogwarts and I want that back. I know it will take time, but I’m working forward to making that first step.

Harry leaves for the Ministry and Luna and I sit down to talk. Nevaeh instantly hops up on Luna and my old friend begins to pet her.

“Oh, a kitten!” She cries happily, stroking his soft fur. “I love kittens. They make the most delightful pets, and can understand English… although they can’t speak it, of course.” Without looking at me, she brings Nevaeh into her arms as though cradling her. “I used to talk to the Madame’s cat, Shiftie, all the time you know, when I needed to sort things out.”
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I wake slowly, feeling heavy and groggy. Something is shaking me gently. I pry my eyes open but I can’t see anything as I am pressed close to someone’s chest, and I become aware instantly that I am totally entwined with this person. I stiffen and start to try to back away but I hear Harry’s voice, whispering in my ear, “It’s just me, firefly.”

I stop fighting but still back my head up to look into his eyes, which are red and I can tell he’s been crying. I frown, not sure what… my thoughts fade as I try to grasp at something in my memory… what happened last night?
( Still Living )

I look at the letter that Luna just sent back. I wrote to Luna on Sunday and I smile at the thought of seeing her. I scribble back a hasty reply to her.
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I have sent Hedwig to Ella to thank her for my drawing. Hermione helped me hang it on the wall, next to our other photos as we wait for the trial to begin. Harry will come back to get us and the three of us will travel to the Ministry. He told me that they are keeping it closed to the press. I am very thankful, as I doubt I will make it through the trial anyway. I barely made it through seeing my own brother two days ago.
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“I don’t know, Harry…” I whisper, shaking uncontrollably and fight with all my might not to run from the living room to our bedroom. I might need to anyway, if I get any more nauseated. “I don’t think I want to see Ron.” I don’t know if I can handle how he’ll look at me.

He opens his arms out to me, "Ginny, do you trust me?"
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I walk out of our bedroom, fresh from the shower but fully dressed, this morning to see Hermione sitting at our small kitchen table, drinking coffee. I pause as she gets up slowly and walks over to hug me. I hug her for a minute, but then wander off to our chair, wrapping myself up in the old quilt, half listening as they talk.

( My Day With Hermione )

I barely register the nagging ache that ripples through my belly as I roll over and feel the warms, clinging to it. It is comforting against the pain as I crawl out of the dregs of sleep.

Then I feel it… the arm… his arm. I push out, hitting at Ryan with everything I can, then kicking him in the thigh as I scramble from the bed, screaming, “DON’T TOUCH ME!” I have to find my wand!

“Ginny,” I hear Harry’s voice from far off. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, you were hurting and I just reacted.”
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It’s been over a week since Harry saw me without my shirt and the tension between us has been palpable. I know that Harry wants to convince me that I’m attractive to him and I’m fighting right back to ignore it. I still feel sick whenever I think of how much I’ve been hiding from myself… from Harry. I can’t believe I nearly married him without giving him the chance to know who he is marrying. It’s a clawing feeling in my gut that has turned me off of food almost completely.
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“Letter for you,” Harry tells me and hands it to me.

I open it slowly, and a grin spreads over my face. It’s from Luna! I read through it once quickly and then again, more slowly, taking in all the details.

“Who’s it from?” Harry asks as he prepares our dinner.

“Just an old friend,” I tell him absently as I wander into our room to find parchment and a quill. Dear Luna...