New chances

The room was filled with cheers and every moment the glasses were raised to one person. The person sat in the far corner of the room in an armchair, facing the window. He was deep in thought. Long, had he turned away from the garish colours of the feast and the turmoil about his person. Behind him the crowd, his closest friends, was talking about the latest events and planning their carefree future. An auburn haired boy proclaimed, although drunk, his love to a brown haired girl. A short while later he had proposed to her. The women were now discussing the marriage plans as nothing stood in their way. He was happy for them but it had taunted him. The one he loved had fallen, taking his heart with her. He had pushed her away to protect her but he had killed their relationship and her with it. He looked out of the window.
How could they party while he felt so much pain?
He felt a new rush of pain, guilt and anger fill him. Suddenly he stood up and walked out of room, receiving a pat on the back or a hug by the people he passed. The whole atmosphere was too much for him right now. He walked towards a small bench he had sat so often with her. Memories filled him as he sat under the tree; the wind faintly rustling them just like when they had kissed so passionately. Tears streamed down his eyes. He smashed his fist against the wooden bench. On impact the plank burst, cutting his hand. He watched the blood slowly cover his hand. Completely lost in thought he did not notice a female figure approach him from the barn house behind him.
“Harry, dear,” She said motherly, sitting down next to him and fixing his hand.
“Give it some time to heal. I know it hurts,” she spoke the truth he never wanted to voice. More tears of anger and pain, filled his eyes and he buried his face in his hands.
“Why always me?” he screamed into the night, unleashing all his emotions. The sound echoed through the night but he did not receive an answer.

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“Harry, could you go to Diagon Alley and get some drinks for the Christmas party?” asked Mrs. Weasley.
“Sure.”
“Just take an umbrella with you. It looks like it’s going to rain.”
Harry apparated to Diagon Alley which was bustling as it had been when Harry visited it the first time. It was late November. In the store windows all type of Christmas presents were on display. Harry pushed his way through the crowd to the small liquor store next to the ice pavilion. He was about to enter the store when he saw a scene he never would appreciate. A blonde girl in a hazel brown dress matching her eyes and a boy with long brown hair were in a shouting match about their break up. It brought an earlier conversation back to his mind.

Ron and Harry were having breakfast in the small kitchen at Grimmauld Place.
“She turns up with more boyfriends then Charlie has girlfriends,” Ron said taking another spoonful of cereals.
“What does that have to do with me?” Harry asked.
“What does that have to do with you, mate!” Ron screamed across the table.
“You are the reason she is doing this. You know as good as I know you are the only one she loves, even though she doesn’t want to admit it.” Silence fell over the table.
Ron stood up and walked out of the door. At the door step he turned and yelled back in side, “At least talk to her!”

He pushed the thought far into the back of his mind and tried to settle his mind again. He bought the drinks for the Christmas party. His mind had still not settled and so he decided to take a walk. He reduced the drink boxes to the size of chewing gum and stuffed them into his pocket. He walked up to the Leaky Cauldron, not wanting people gap at him any longer. As he walked through the bar of which he was a regular guest, people gapped at him and tried to shake his hand. Tom was just pouring in the standard cocktail he ordered, Long sex on the beach. Although it was a muggle cocktail, it was served in the wizard pub. This was due to the new bond flourishing between Muggles and the wizarding community.
“Tom, I won’t stay,” Harry called across the crowd that gathered around him. After a small battle, he finally was out on the street. He walked over to a nearby park. He had visited the park often mostly to heal his wounds.
He had walked around for hours when it began to rain. He took out his umbrella and headed back to the bar to apparate. He reached the exit of the park when he saw the girl in the hazel dress soaked by the rain.
Inside of him a war was fought out. He did not want to destroy the last bit of hope he had for Ginny to return to him by moving on. On the other hand he had waited three years. He had not come to an answer when he stood right behind her.
“Madam, May I offer you a place under my umbrella?” Harry asked. She started to breath heavily.

She knew the voice. She loved it but it had caused her so much pain but it proved so soothing to her.
Did he know who she was? She had changed a lot. Will he take me back? Or is he taunting me? Will he hurt me again?
No, he did it because he loved me too much. But he ripped out my heart! And kept it save from all those others who wanted to use you.

“Thank you,” she said, changing her voice so that he would not know who she was. He stepped next to her so that both were under the umbrella. She had not turned around or even looked at him.
“Where are you going?” Harry asked softly as her scent reached his nostrils.
“To Grimmauld Place,” She answered in her fake voice.
“Right, then let us go to the underground.” They walked quietly next to each other through out the complete journey to Grimmauld Place.
“Which number?” Harry asked as they came around the bent.
“Number 12,” she said slowly in her normal voice.


Harry stopped dead in his tracks. They turned towards each other. Then everything happened so quickly. Their lips touched lightly at first but quickly turned into a passionate kiss. Harry threw the umbrella away. His hands pulled her closer to him. Time stopped around them. When they finally moved there lips away from each other but not letting go of the other, they were soaked by the heavy rain. Harry looked into those eyes he loved. She had changed her outside but her inside had not. She had given him a new chance.


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They just stood there in silence, feeling the warmth each other’s body radiated. The rain drops evaporated upon impact with the couple. The air around them had heated, as though a huge fire was burning. Their eyes locked. Ginny broke the connection, burying her face in his chest. She began to cry. Harry felt guilt and anger wash over himself. Gently, he lifted Ginny off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into his house. She maintained a firm grip on him as he moved to put her down. She looked up, still not letting go. Their eyes met again, the passion in them clearly visible.

Harry moved first, his lips touching hers while his hands supported her legs. She kissed him back, grazing her tongue against his lips. He felt her tongue seek entry and deepened the kiss. Electricity was running through their bodies. Her hands, which had been clutching his shirt, now moved under it.

Ginny felt his muscles tense under her touch. She had always loved his body, which had been so well trained by his Quidditch career. She had seen him play for England during the last World Cup final. Harry had not wanted to do anything with hunting the Dark Arts anymore.

She pulled his shirt over his head, breaking their kiss for a few moments, making them both lust for more. Harry pulled her closer to him. Their bodies only separated by the thin fabric of Ginny’s dress. She flung her hands around his neck and pulled herself even closer. They interlocked in a yet more passionate kiss.

The two climbed the first flight of stairs, still in their fiery embrace. Ginny suddenly pulled away. Their eyes met. Then she loosened her grip on him and stood in front of him. She bent down and took off her shoes. Harry watched every movement she made. He saw her hair sweep forward, same as it had many years ago. He closed his eyes and searched his mind for their first kiss.

Lost in his memory, the moments after he entered the Gryffindor common room in his sixth year, Harry barely felt the tug on his arm. Slowly opening his eyes, he just caught a glimpse of Ginny running up the rest of the stairs. Harry raced after her. She waited in front of his room for him to appear, then disappeared into the room.

The sight was familiar to him as she had done it so often during the last summer they had –the summer where Harry turned seventeen. During the last night of the holidays, Harry tried to make clear to her that he could not bear to put her in danger, initiating an argument. They broke up in a shouting match. He had never wanted to end it that way. Although he still felt guilty for what happened years ago, Harry saw the chance she granted him. He entered the dark room and closed the door behind him.

“Ginny, I’m so sorry for hurting you,” Harry whispered, his voice trembling terribly with anxiety. Then he felt arms wrap around his chest and a body press against his back.

“I’d forgiven you the next morning,” Ginny murmured, burrowing her head in his back. He turned around and kissed her forehead whilst his arms encircled her. Without his notice, Harry had moved from the door to the bed, on which he fell. Lying down, he watched Ginny scrambled onto him. She bent low and kissed him passionately. As he returned the kiss, he felt her thighs press into his chest. Harry tensed. She pulled away, feeling his reaction. Noticing her legs, she wanted to apologise, but Harry was kissing her fervently once more. She leaned over him, with an arm on each side of his head, feeling his hands crawl up her legs and her back as they removed her dress. He threw it into the darkness of the room, where it was soon accompanied by their remaining clothing.

“You know I haven’t been here for ages,” Harry said to Ginny, not knowing she was fast asleep. Ginny’s head lay on his head, softly rocked by his breathing. Suddenly, her arm stretched out and wrapped around his chest.

“Harry,” she murmured with so much love that Harry smiled and pulled her closer. He was dozing off as Ginny started talking in her sleep.

“No, I want the sandwich!”

“Mum, Ron took my steak!” Then she fall silent. Just as he was falling asleep, she started talking about a wedding. The sun was peeking through the window when he finally gave up trying to sleep and went down to get some coffee. He was careful not to wake Ginny, who was still talking. He sat down at the kitchen table and evaluated the house. Although nobody had lived in it for three years now, it looked pretty well in shape.

Just then, his eyes fell upon a figure on the stairs. She wore one of Harry’s shirts. Her auburn hair covered her shoulders. Her freckled face was not noticeable as her gleaming eyes captured anyone’s gaze. Her hazel-coloured eyes glowed like no other part of her body, sparkling brightly as Harry looked into them. His jaw dropped and he would have been drooling all over the table had she not pressed her lips to his. Harry let go of the coffee mug and placed both of his hands on her hips as he felt her hands ruffle through his already messy hair. Passion seared between them.

Ginny felt his hands remove the shirt just as two loud cracks echoed through the house, followed by exasperated calls.

“Harry!”

Two people stormed into the kitchen. The male frowned, “told you he’s messing with another muggle.” None of the new arrivals could see Ginny, who was concealed by Harry’s body.

“Well, at least he isn’t drunk and running through Diagon Alley in his boxers like he did last time,” Hermione added before Ron pulled her out of the room.

“We have to look after Jenny. She’ll be awake by now,” Ron said, pushing her out the front door. They disapparated just as muffled groans sounded from the kitchen.

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New chances part three.


Mrs. Weasley was sitting in the kitchen of the Burrow and watched a peculiar clock very carefully. The Weasley clock had two additions. There was a hand labelled Harry which at the moment was pointing at unknown and another hand labelled Hermione which just switched to travelling as Ron’s did. This was the sign for the inevitable return of the two from searching for Harry.
“Mum, we’re back,” called Ron from the front yard.
“Molly, Has Jenny woken up yet?” asked Hermione as the two entered hand in hand the kitchen.
“Mum, your back,” called a small three year old child with red, curly hair and a smile on its face. The child raced up to Hermione who knelt down so that she was on the same height as the child.
“Have you had breakfast?” Ron inquired as he helped himself to some toast.
“Yes,” said the small child.
“Have you brushed your teeth?” Hermione asked, looking at her daughter sternly. The child glared back at its mum.
“Do I have to?” Jenny asked, pleading.
“Yes, or else your teeth will start to rot and you’ll look like a goblin,” Hermione said.
“I don’t want to look like a goblin,” said the child while running to the bath room, followed by Hermione. As soon as the child was gone Mrs. Weasley directed the conversation to Harry.
“So where is Harry?”
“Harry was on top of some girl, most probably muggle, when we arrived at Grimmauld place. They looked like they had spent the night together,” Ron said, taking another bit from the toast.
“At least he didn’t do anything stupid tonight,” Mrs. Weasley said.
“Turns out like Ginny. I bet he had as many girls as she had boys over the last year. I didn’t see that coming. He seemed to be very selective,” She added before indulging in the cup of coffee.
“Yeah, shame the broke up in first place. Did they actually meet again after the defeat of Voldemort?”
“No, Ron. Harry never showed up for Christmas, but he wants to come this year. And since Ginny and Harry have their own flats, they never stay here very long. But that will change this Christmas, we are going to have a big family reunion. Even the Delacours are coming from France with Bill and Fleur. I haven’t seen Bill’s son in ages,” Mrs. Weasley complained.
“I hope Harry bought the drinks before he went “muggle-baiting”,” Ron sneered leaving the kitchen for his and Hermione’s room. He changed into warmer clothes as Hermione had thought a small tracking tour would be nice change for Jenny.
“Ron, have you got everything ready?” Hermione called from Jenny’s room.
“Yes, Darling. Meet you downstairs in ten minutes,” Ron lied. The truth was he hadn’t prepared anything. He quickly ran to the kitchen and asked his mum for a pick nick for three. Then he sprinted to the garden shed to get his wife’s Nordic walking sticks, their purpose a mystery to him. The walking sticks in one hand and the toy broom in the other he trooped back to the Burrow. Ron, Hermione and Jenny bade Mrs. Weasley goodbye and with the small addition of the pick nick basket they set out for the small vast plains surrounding St. Ottery.



After the three of them left the house, Mrs. Weasley sat down at the kitchen table and conjured herself a cup of coffee. She had been drinking a lot of coffee lately. She looked up at the clock again. Harry’s hand had still not moved from its position which worried her as he normally immediately obliged to all her wishes. She walked over to the cupboard and searched for the cookbook, to go over the list of ingredients she need again. Two cracks came from the front yard. Mrs. Weasley’s heart skipped a beat- requiring her mind to calm it again. Inside she still feared a Death Eater attack on her and her family.
“I’m back, mum,” called Ginny as she entered the kitchen.
“Ginerva Weasley,” started Mrs. Weasley as she walked over to the kitchen; her voice rather loud. Ginny raised her hand in a stopping motion.
“I am of age, mum. I don’t think you want me to do what Percy had done.”
“You dare to blackmail me,” Mrs. Weasley said, raising her finger. She had just opened her mouth but was cut short by Ginny embracing her.
“Nice to be back again,” Ginny said, hugging her mum.
“So what happened over the last two months?” her mum asked, more friendly now.
“Nothing much. Just some more wizards I never want to meet again,” Ginny said mockingly.
“I always hoped you would find your true love faster like I did with your dad or like Ron and Hermione,” Mrs. Weasley said, taking a closer look at her daughter.
“Would you like some breakfast, dear?” she added after Ginny settled in a chair at the kitchen table.
“I am starving. I missed dinner last night,” Ginny said.
“I put the drinks for Christmas in the shed, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said.
“Thank you, Harry. But now sit down and have some breakfast,” she commanded. Harry sat down, not to far from Ginny though. Mrs. Weasley quickly prepared two plates of sandwiches. Both of them plunged onto the food, not at all seeming annoyed by each others presence. This surprised Mrs. Weasley very much as at the only other time the two had met, Ginny stormed out of the room as soon as Harry had entered. Wondering what had brought about that change Mrs. Weasley started to inquire Harry on last night.
“Harry, you worried me to death last night. Throwing away your life and with all the bad news about you, I hadn’t dared to imagine what could happen. I sent Ron and Hermione to look for you this morning and they told me they found you in a rather intimate moment with your new girl friend. Who is she, if I may ask. Another muggle?” Mrs. Weasley asked curiously. Harry swallowed down the last chunk of his sandwich pile before answering.
“I met her in the rain and somehow we ended up spending the night together,” Harry said solemnly, catching a glimpse of Ginny who looked relieved by his answer.
“For the second part,” Harry added, “I am not sure as neither of us used magic. I even got on the underground before coming here.”
Mrs. Weasley looked even more surprised than before because between Ron and Hermione arrival and his arrival only half an hour must have passed.
“Mum, the breakfast was great,” Ginny said and walked up the stairs.
“I have to get going,” Harry said, and walked over to the door.
“See on Christmas eve.” He vanished with a faint crack. Mrs. Weasley got back to work in the living room happily, seeing that one of the possible conflicts had solved itself. Little did she now what was about to happen on the floor above.



Ginny had wrapped a towel around herself after getting out some new clothes. She carelessly grabbed the hot pants and the white top and was just about to leave for the bathroom when she heard an almost inaudible crack behind her.
Her heart started racing.
“Was this her ex boyfriend whom she had dumped yesterday?” Ginny thought.
“Is he going to ask for a second chance or has he come to seduce me?” She looked around for her wand.
“Damn!” She thought as she caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye. It lay on her desk. Fear clung itself to her body like the cold sweat that started to cover her skin.

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That was good but can you write more and make it so that harry and ginny get together.

Ps i dont understand this whole thing with jenny hermione and ron.Are they married and is jenny their daughter.Please explain this keep on writing.Sorry i am to lazy to go to a feedback thread.

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New Chances part four

She suddenly felt to strong arms enclose her tightly. Then she felt kisses being placed on her shoulders and neck. She turned around and stared into those beautiful green eyes she loved so much. She relaxed. Harry pulled her towards the bed, ripping of the towel. Ginny did not protest as she herself was longing for his touch. Her hands started roaming under his shirt as he slowly laid down on the bed. After throwing his shirt somewhere behind her, she jumped onto the bed.
There was a small cracking noise and with a loud shatter the bed collapsed. Ginny looked horror struck as she heard footsteps approach.
“Make yourself invisible,” she demanded as she wrapped the towel around her again. Harry obliged and moved into the far corner. Ginny was about to hide Harry’s shirt as her mum stormed into the room with her wand in front of her. Ginny quickly threw Harry’s shirt into her closet and turned to her mother.
“Ginny, everything okay with you?” Mrs. Weasley asked.
“Yes, The bed just collapsed for no apparent reason,” Ginny lied to her mum. Her mum waved her wand to restore the bed to its old form.
“You gave me a huge shock. I thought some..” But Mrs. Weasley stopped herself from saying anymore. She looked at her daughter. Something caught her eye.
“Never mind what I thought. May I asked you gave you these?” she inquired pointing at the love bites on her neck and shoulder. Ginny blushed a little.
“New boyfriend?”
“Yes, mum.”
“He will come over on Christmas eve.” This was more a statement than a question. Ginny’s mind raced.
“Err…, Yes. I mean no. Ahrr,” she got mad at herself.
“What I meant to say was he works at St. Mungos. He has got to workon Christmas eve,” she said, hoping her mum didn’t catch the lie.
“Oh,” her mum said, looking utterly surprised at her daughter.
“Well, then I won’t get a chance to met him until Jenny has something again. What is his name?”
Ginny looked around searching for some kind of clue.
“His name is James Abbot.”
“Okay, I am going to try and see him next time I get to St. Mungos but now I have to get back on preparing,” Mrs. Weasley said and left the room.

“That was close,” she said and turned to look for Harry. She found him stuck between the wall and her wardrobe.
“Could you help me?” he asked. His face was now turning slightly blue.
“Yes,” she replied and after freeing him kissed him on the forehead. Harry free wanted to place a kiss on her but she escaped his arms.
“Excuse me, Potter, but I need to shower,” she said.
“How am I supposed to know you aren’t going anywhere else, after that performance with your mum?” he asked playfully.
“You will just have to trust me. Plus, if I had told my mum you were here then she would have started preparing the wedding.”
“Trust, you know after all these boyfriends you had…” he started but she pressed her lips onto his.
“You are better than all of them,” she said, after at least fifteen minutes of snogging.
“Should you still not trust me, you could come with me,” she added, with one leg out of the door already.
Harry did not need to think what to do. He followed her out of the room to the bathroom.

As he stood under the shower, memories of when he had first tried to use the shower came back to him.
It was during his first stay at the burrow. He had searched for water regulation but found none. Ron came in about quarter of an hour later to tell him breakfast is ready. That day Ron didn’t stop laughing.

Lost in past memories, he didn’t notice Ginny turning on the water. As the cold water hit his skin, he awoke out of his trance like state.
“Damn, warmer,” he half screamed. Ginny got under the shower and hugged him. Here body seemed warmer than usual but he was grateful for the heat she radiated. He kissed her forehead, tenderly, pushing away the wet hair.
“I love you,” he whispered into her ear.
“I love you too.”
Harry got out of the shower first. He put on his trouser and left to search for his T-shirt. He was just about to enter Ginny’s room when he heard somebody call his name.
“Uncle Harry,” Jenny called.
“Hey, where were you?” He inquired the smiling girl as he hoisted her up.
“We went for a nick pick,” she said happily.
“You?”
“Uncle Harry was just coming and wanted to visit his favourite niece,” he said, playfully. With his friends’ daughter in his arms, he walked downstairs.
“Uncle Harry?”
“Yes”
“Why don’t you have a shirt on?”
“Oh, yeah right. One moment” and with a flick of his wand he transfigured a piece of parchment lying around into a fitting shirt.
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed when she saw the pair of them coming down the stairs.
“Hey”
“Why are you here, mate? Mum said you left like 4 hours ago and didn’t want to come back till Christmas eve,” Ron questioned, his head barely sticking out of Hermione’s and his bedroom.
“I just wanted to see you three once more,” Harry said. He let Jenny down who immediately ran to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was just preparing dinner.
“So great to see you,” Hermione said, giving him a friendly hug.
“Mate, who are you going to bring for Christmas?” Rona asked curiously.
“Nobody,” Harry answered calmly. As Ginny had tried all to hide their relationship he was not going to spoil her fruitful attempts.
“Just asking, because last time I saw you, you were banging a girl or at least it looked like it,” Ron sniggered.
“Ronald Weasley,” Hermione started.
“Sorry, forgot about Jenny being here,” Ron said. He walked over to her and kissed her.
“Just don’t let it get to a habit that you forget about your daughter.”
“I won’t”
Harry left his friends alone for the kitchen.
“Dinner is ready,” called Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen at the same time as a crack was heard from the front yard.
“Harry, haven’t seen you in ages,” Mr. Weasley said and gave Harry a fatherly hug.
“I was busy,” Harry said.
“I must admit I have been working as well,” he added as they took a seat.
Ron, Hermione, Jenny al sat at one side of the table; Mr. Weasley at one end, Harry on the other. Mrs. Weasley sat down next to her husband, once she had place the last pot on the table.
“Harry pass me the potatoes,” Ron demanded.
“Ron, guest first,” Mrs. Weasley said, threateningly.
“But mum, you said yourself that Harry is your seventh (Don’t know if I counted properly) son.”
Harry passed Ron the potatoes, just as Ginny entered. She sat down in the only empty chair, next to Harry.
She winked at him.
Hermione was too preoccupied with putting some peas on her daughter’s plate than to notice and Ron was as always focusing on the food. But one person at the table noticed and that was Jenny. Dinner passed without any other events that would be worth of mentioning except maybe Jenny feeding her peas to the new Weasley family owl. It was a young, brown owl with bright yellow eyes. The Weasley had bought it after Errol passed away. After dinner, Harry left quickly to avoid Mrs. Weasley from demanding him to stay at the Burrow.

Harry walked out into the cold night of the front yard. All tiredness was immediately swept away.
“Harry, wait!” Ginny called after him. He turned around and waited for her to come.
“Here, form mum,” she said and handed him a package.
“Say thank you from me,” he said. He placed a light kiss on her cheek.
“Wait, when am I going to see you again?” Ginny whispered into his ear.
“Just drop by at my place.”
“Number twelve?”
“No, I bought a small house in Hogsmeade. Ask Aberforth for the way,” He said.
“bye, love.”
“Bye, gorgeous,” he called after her and vanished with a crack.

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Ginny returned to the kitchen in a trance like state. She sat done and started tracing the rim of her goblet with her finger. The others were discussing the arrival of the Grangers for the Christmas party. Jenny was watching the whole scene but her eyes laid most of the time on her aunt. Jenny yawned which immediately caught Hermione’s attention.
“Ginny, it is getting late. Would you mind to get Jenny into bed?” Hermione asked cautiously. The truth was it was already past eight o’clock. Normally Jenny was brought to bed by Hermione at seven. Ginny snapped out of her trance like state and without replying hoisted Jenny out of her high chair. Then the pair walked out of the kitchen up to the third floor. They were on the second flight of stairs when Jenny yawned again.
“Aunt Ginny?”
“Yes, sunshine.”
“Why did you wink at Uncle Harry?”
Ginny did not know what to say. Such a small gesture had caught the attention of her niece; none of the others had noticed.
“You remember when I used to walk out of the room when Uncle Harry came or start yelling at him?”
“Yes, I had to but my hands over my ears caus you were so loud.”
“and I winked at him to show him I won’t do that.”
By the time Ginny had finished, they had reached the nursery.
“You have to sleep if you want to grow so we’ll get you into bed real quick,” Ginny said and took her wand. She tapped the girl on the head and with a small swish, her niece was ready for bed.
“Mummy, never does it with magic,” the small child said as Ginny her under the covers.
“Well, I am your aunt. So I do it my way,” Ginny replied and kissed her goodnight.
“Sweet dreams.”
She turned off the lights and silently walked downstairs, from where Neville’s voice boomed. As she entered the kitchen Neville hoisted her up and swirled her around. When he let her down, Ginny was gapping for air as he had squeezed her, more than her mother ever had.
“Luna has returned?” Ginny asked, although knowing the only source of his joy was Luna’s return from her trip through the Middle East. She had attempted to find one of the tears of Ala. It was some kind of muggle myth about a god crying over the desert. The tears are supposed to have magical powers.
“Yes,” Neville simply stated, but his buoyant spirit vanished. He sat down, his head hanging so low that he must have been able to kiss his chest.
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Weasley asked concerned. Neville did not answer immediately so Ginny asked, “Has she turned up with another guy?”
Ron frowned at her.
“Not everybody is like you. You could have been happy with many of your dates,” Ron added, his temper was rising.
“Ron, just because you are satisfied more easily doesn’t mean I have to be,” Ginny was now yelling back at him, now standing. Hermione had stood up as and smacked Ginny across the face in one swift movement.
“Just because you couldn’t stay with Harry who loves you,” Hermione said in a calm but cold voice. Ginny was lost for words.
“So loves me does he? So why is he messing about with other girls? He was the one who rejected me,” she stated.
“You know exactly why he did this,” Mrs. Weasley piped in now.
“Yes,” Ron said, standing up, “He wanted to keep you safe.”
“And he didn’t understand that I wanted him to be safe.”
“Ginny, he was safe all the time. He didn’t even injure himself or something,” Hermione argued.
“What he died at least twice when he did what he did,” Ginny said, meaning the hunt for the horcruxes.
“He lives,” Ron said.
“Oh, shut up, Ron. He was lucky but none of you had kept him from the hospital,”
“But your love saved him,” Mrs. Weasley said.
“No, just my scent awoke him once when he was badly injured that’s nothing much is it? We don’t have anything to do with each other’s live anyways.”
That earned her a second slap from Hermione.
“Hope that wakes you up,” Hermione said.
“Sorry guys but I have to go to Luna. She is in St. Mungos, collapsed on my doorstep,” he said shortly and left.
Ron, Hermione and Ginny all turned to face him, a fake smile over all of their faces.
“Bye, Neville,” they said.
“From where should that wake me up? The fact that you and my brother seem to be above the world to notice what really happens’?” Ginny said. Both Ron and Hermione wanted to slap her now but a small voice in the back ground stopped them.
“Why are you screaming?” asked Jenny.
“I am out of here,” Ginny declared and stomped out the door.
“You are not going anywhere GINERVA WEASLEY,” Mrs. Weasley screamed, hysteric.
“I am off age,” Ginny spat back and was gone.


She reappeared in the snow covered settlement of Hogsmeade which was decorate for the season. She passed the shops she had been so often during her visits. She walked to the Hogs Head which stuck out of the white mass surrounding it. She pushed the door. It did not budge nor move slightly. Desperate to see Aberforth, Ginny pounded with all her might against the door. No response came from inside but a group of three strangers approached her from behind.
“Sweetie, Can we help you?” one of them asked. Ginny turned around and faced the fierce-looking Warlocks. The three encircled her. Utter fright rushed through her but Ginny tried to keep calm. They must have seen the fright on her face as they started laughing.
“Puppy, come on,” the one to her right said and licked his lips.
Ginny stepped back but met the wooden wall of the Bar behind her. Again they howled with laughter and walked closer on her. Her heart was beating faster. Her face turned pale, making it almost seem ghostly. She could smell the strong alcoholic breath of them and feared the worse. Tears streamed down her face, the apprehension of what was imminent to happen was too much. She closed her eyes, hanging her head. Suddenly the strong stale was gone instead she found herself in somebody's arms that carried her lovingly. She did not dare to open her eyes and awake in the grim reality. Then she felt soft fabric below her and a warm cover wrap around her. The comforting warmth was enough to inject a feeling of safety into her.
She opened her eyes. The room in which she laid was decorated in red and gold, matching the bed cover. On the ceiling a large Gryffindor lion was painted. She stood up and walked out of the room. The room she entered was a large living room with a coach. On the sofa nobody else but Harry laid. At last she had not dreamt about his strong arms, they were real. Had he saved her from the terrible fate? Or was her brain simply blending out the bad event? She need to know the answer and nobody could give it to her other than him. She lightly shoved him to the side. A horrible side displayed itself to her. She shook him vigorously hoping he would wake up. He finally opened his eyes.
“What’s the matter, Ginny?” he asked half asleep.
“Harry, the blood,” she indicated. Harry looked down at his chest and the sofa which were soaked with blood; His blood.
“Cupboard, bathroom, potion, book,” stumbled Harry feebly before being knocked out. He hadn’t been sleeping. He had been knocked out. Ginny searched the house for the bathroom, crying. She had found it and ripped open the cupboard. Grabbing everything she could out of it, she ran back down to Harry. He was back to conscious.
“Everything will be fine. Don’t talk,” Ginny said, unscrewing a flask labelled blood replenishing.
“I love you,” croaked Harry, reaching out for her with his left arm. He rested it at her waist. New tears streamed down Ginny’s face as she forgot about the potion and kneeled down next to her beloved, cupping her cheek in his hand.
“I love you too,” she stammered.
“Don’t die now, Potter, We have a long future in front of us.”
“I love you,” Harry said, looking at her before slowly closing his eyes. On last breath for air and then it was done. Ginny wailed over his corpse, expecting him to wake up any moment and to tell her that the blood was tomato ketchup and it was all one joke but nothing happened. The sun rose when Ginny’s mind finally accepted a fact her heart would never, no her heart could never accept the fact.




Three days later, Hermione, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys except Ginny and many others assembled to say goodbye to an extraordinary person, Harry Potter. The dead had made clear that he wanted to be buried at the Burrow, which infuriated many as they wanted him buried at the ministry. Ginny was in her room, on the window sill and watched as the large flock of black dressed people gathered under the tree in their back yard.

Flashback

It was mid summer after their sixth year. Ginny was lying alone under the large tree in the backyard. She was mourning over her lost love.
“and all because of Voldemort,” she thought. Her eyes were closed as she tried to calm down.
“Ginny,” said a mellow voice to her, immediately spreading peace over her distraught mind.
Then two arms had pulled her into a loving hug. She turned her head and looked into those green eyes. In on harmonic motion they moved their heads closer and kissed. Electricity ran throw them, making the air around them unbearably hot. They lifted off the ground together, never wanting to touch down again. She never wanted to let go but Harry did after Ron and Hermione had beckoned him to the house.

End Of Flashback

The funeral had long ended and the backyard was dark. Christmas would be a sad affair for her, no wait life is and will be a sad affair for her. Why did he have to die? Had it been those warlocks he must fought to save her? She didn’t know all she new was she had nothing left.

Ginny crept outside, although it already December she only wore a light night dress. The one Harry had loved so much. Next to her skin she could feel the barren cold of the metal. She sat down on Harry’s grave. The cold earth send no chill to her it was welcoming to her. She pressed the blade into her flesh, cutting it. But to her now pain was felt, this was the only way to bring her closer to her lover, her beloved. Another cut, then to finish it off quickly, she thrust the knife into her stomach with the last power she had in her hands; both coated with her blood.
“Soon, I will be next to him again,” she thought and closed her eyes.

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I know I haven't posted in over a month and most of you would like to kill me for that but I was working all the time. I have written four alternative continuations but I think this one suits best. Hope you enjoy it and leave feedback!

They had forced him away from his guard position. They said he needed rest and a warm meal. But where could he find rest, no not even rest but a place where he could ban all troubles and doubts from his mind for just some seconds. Even now, as the hot water trickled over his torso and the odour of shampoo filled his nostrils, his mind had no rest. How could it? How was he supposed to rest? When was he ever supposed to rest? He had fought all his life, inflicting severe injuries in himself, more severe from battle to battle but he had never thought this kind of battle. A battle for hope. His battles had always been solved by luck, mistakes of his opponents or by the support of the people around him and the power of love. This battle though seemed not to be able to be solved by love nor any other power known to him.

The months passed by and soon the winter turned to spring which gave way to the warmth of the summer. It was one of the many sweltering days that summer, when he once again made his way through London to the hospital. He had isolated himself from the others and had no contact with the force that placed the dark curse on him except his daily visit to the hospital. This day was no different. He had seen a brilliant bouquet of flowers on his way and bought it. As he walked by the reception desk he heard to nurses converse aver him.
“Isn’t he a really sweet guy?”
“Yes, but what I don’t get is why he is still hoping for her to wake up. One of healers told me there was absolutely no hope for her. He ought to move on.”
“Ohh, com’ n don’t say she won’t wake up. Coz else we won’t have any big wedding party.”

He had overheard their talk and tears rolled down his cheeks once again. He had cried himself to sleep the past months, his heart aching to see her wonderful eyes again and feeling her snuggle against him as she had done so often in the past.
He placed the flowers in a vase next to her bed. Then he opened the window to let some fresh air in. As a faint breeze brought some relief from the heat, his eyes stung even more due to the unbearable tears.

After some time he retained his seat next to her. He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek.
“Tell me will you ever wake up again?” he asked in a crackling voice and yet again tears streamed down his face. As he was crying, he did not notice the sudden spasm of the hand he held after every tear. He looked up into her empty face. The face that had carried a vibrant smile and that made him feel special. The cold glares it had sent in his direction and the passionate kisses were all in this face if it only had life in it. Harry could not stand the sight any longer. Like at the end of every visit he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving her.


The sound of somebody hammering on the door echoed through Harry’s department in London. He slowly rose out of bed, extremely tired and with tear stains on both cheeks. He hurried towards the door as the knocks became louder and louder.
“Sir, please open up. I have got news for you,” called a female voice at the other side if the door.
Harry opened the door, half-expecting a prank but when he saw the St. Mungos’ dress his worst fears seemed to become reality.
“Is she dead?” he spat out, hoping to prepare himself for the worst. But as he said these words, he could not believe it himself.
Hadn’t she always been a real fighter? Hadn’t she always said she would wait for you?
Yes she had said all of this and so much more but hadn’t you promised her to keep her safe? If there is anybody to blame for her death it’s you.
As this realisation hit him, he broke out into tears in front of the nurse. She immediately saw his pain and took firm hold of both of his arms. Then she softly whispered as if saying it aloud would make it common chat, “ No, Sir. She is awake. She is in shock and wants to see you.”

Harry looked at the nurse incredulously. The nurse smiled at him. He stopped crying and after many months a smile spread over his face. But then the nurse’s smile vanished as she felt him drift away from reality. He had become weak and it seemed as if his body and mind only existed to hear that SHE had survived or died. The nurse swung her arms around him and immediately apparated to St. Mungos.


“I want to see him,” screamed a voice forcefully outside the door of Harry’s room.
“You can’t,” explained on of the healers, “he is in an emotional shock.”
“Do you think I could do any harm to him?”
“No, of course not?
“So why the (F-word) don’t you let me see him?”
Silence fell over the outside shouting match as the door slowly opened and Harry stepped out.
Ginny’s mouth fell wide open when she saw the state he was in. Tears of joy started to stream down her face as she threw her arms around him, pressing tight against him.
“Hey there, Sleeping beauty. I thought you would die on me.”
“SHh, Don’t say such a thing. But I dreamt about you dying on me.”

The healers moved in on them, trying to examine the couple. Harry waved them away and slowly took Ginny into his room. Then both settled down on the bed; Ginny still having a firm grip on him.

I know it has been a long time but I had a lot of trouble lately. Sry about the delay but here is the short and definately sweet end to the one-shot that developed a bit further.
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Max

Happy End (I just couldn't kill them again:) )

The first rays of sunlight lit the tiny bedroom. It was barely big enough to fit the double bed and the closet but it made the daily routine far more intimate and gave the young couple many chances to steal kisses at each other. They had bought this small flat in the South of London shortly after being discharged from St. Mungos. The sun rays hit his face slowly awakening him after the rough night. it was Sunday meaning no hassle to wake up but how could he fall asleep again. On his chest in a heap of red hair lay the lady of his dreams with whom he shared every possible moment he could regardless of the stress it involved from time to time. He loved her and nothing could separate him from her even though some of her bad sides came to show lately. She was getting rather moody as the months to the planned birth date of there first child was drawing nearer but what was even worse was her hassle about there wedding which would be in a few weeks time. So he rather enjoyed these carefree hours in the morning he had when she looked peaceful. Harry moved ever so slightly to ease the pressure on his left shoulder but it was sufficient to make her plea for another two minutes before they could get at it again. Harry still exhausted from last night could not help but smile at her unsatisfiable lust. Ginny barely opened her eyes before she kissed her way up to his rough jaw line as he had not shaved for the last two days before tracing sensual circles around his lips. Their hands caressed each other body's ever so nicely that they soon lost themselves in the heat of the situation. And that is where we leave the happy couple for now. Who knows what other adventures they may encounter in their future?

If any of you would like to continue this story go ahead but please do not added it to this thread. Thx and I hope you all like the end and please tell me if you don't