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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“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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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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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?
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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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Bill and I made it into the tomb! You can read about it here. I also wrote to two of my brothers, George and Ron because I felt that they both needed a bit of sisterly intervention.