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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“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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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…

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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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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I am glad that I decided to come see the children at Phoenix House and also thankful that Susan said I could come. I have arranged to be there once a week and I am hopeful that my time with the children will be healing for me… and possibly fun for them. I floo into Susan’s office to see her holding one of the toddlers who lets out a small sneeze as I brush myself off. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to cause so much dust.”

“It isn’t you,” Susan assures me. “Tina has a cold.”

“Aw,” I walk over and look at the little girl. Her big, brown eyes peak out at me from beneath a lot of thick, wavy brunette hair. She gives a pitiful sniff and rubs at her eyes. “Hi sweetie, how old are you?”
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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 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 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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“Please state your name,” the skinny man, Cornelius Smith, says.

“Ginevra Weasley,” I say flatly, already disliking this man greatly. When Padma left she looked horrible and I’m positive that this man is responsible.

“Occupation?” he asks as he takes careful notes on a piece of parchment that seems to have written out questions.

“Curse Breaker.”
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I wake up to feel a pair of lips on mine and Harry crouched down next to our chair. “Hi there beautiful,” he whispers and I start to laugh but it is interrupted half way through by a yawn.
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