Ginny packed her suitcase silently, glancing around the empty room every now and then. What once stood as a room of love, it stood us a room of remembrance. Harry’s ghostly form hovered around the room, silently sending waves of guilt over towards her.
She hadn’t really wanted to end it, but it had given her a reason to leave Hermione as well. Deciding her fate had been the hardest decision she had ever had to make. She couldn’t stay in the apartment, it reminded her too much of the life she could have had with Harry. Hermione’s apartment wasn’t an option, the temptation was too great. She felt unwelcome at the Burrow ever since she saw her mother’s disappointed look when she told her that she and Harry were no longer together. Ron’s also wasn’t an option; Cho and Ron had gone on their honeymoon and she knew that when they got back, it would be too horrifying to see the newlyweds together, with their touching and kissing.
The only place left was the Muggle world. No-one would look for her there. It was the only choice.
Ginny picked up her suitcase and closed the door to her bedroom. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as some of the realization began to sink in. This would be the last time she might ever step foot into the wizarding world. She pulled out her wand and sighed. She touched it to her hair. “Change meus saeta.”
Her long, red hair slowly began to change until she pulled away her wand. Instead of red, Ginny saw blond. She sighed and pointed her wand at her eyes. “Eyes ut puteulanus.”
Ginny’s brown eyes turned whiter as they changed into a light blue. Again she sighed, before pointed the wand at her cheeks. “Evanui freckles.”
Her trade-mark freckles, the last remaining inheritance from the Weasley line, disappeared and were replaced with clear skin. Looking in a mirror by the bedroom door, she smiled. Her looked different and was unrecognizable.
Slowly, she walked towards the front door, her breathing uneven. Her shaking hand clasped the handle and pulled it open with a slight creek. With another breath she walked out of the empty apartment. Quickly she pulled the door closed, knowing that if she didn’t do it now, she would never do it.
She took off slowly down the hallway, never stopping to have one last glance at her life.
The sound of small feet echoed through the small cottage on 16 Alsmoth Street. A young blond haired girl came running into the room, her plats bouncing on her small shoulders. She ran with a smile on her face and jumped on the bed. The two figures in the bed grumbled and rose slightly. A woman with blond hair, much like the young girl, smiled at her daughter, before falling back onto the bed. The man beside her tried to smile, but it came off as a yawn. “Lily, please go back to bed,” begged the man.
The blond head beside him laughed and pulled Lily into her body. “Come on Lily-pilly, I’ll go get you some breakfast.”
The little girl escaped from her mum’s arms and bounced out of the room. The man grabbed the woman’s hand. “No don’t go Ginny, I want more of you.”
Ginny’s husband wrapped his arms tightly around her stomach, pulling her back into his body. He kissed her along the neck, while tickling her. Ginny pulled away, laughing. “Get off me Thomas. Lily could come in.”
Thomas let go of her reluctantly and watched as his wife left the room, mumbling about their early waking daughter.
Ginny entered the kitchen and saw her daughter bouncing up and down on the chair by the kitchen table, her excitement still bubbling over. Smiling, the Ginny headed over to the pantry and started calling out cereals to her five year old daughter. With everything she said, the young girl would shout back no with a giggle. Coming out of the pantry Ginny looked at her daughter with a stern face. “Then Lily Molly Wright, what would you like?”
“Toast mummy. With peanut butter.”
“What do you say Lily?” asked Ginny with a slight laugh, although she kept a stern graze on her daughter. Lily was always forgetting her manners; it was a habit Ginny was trying to break her out of.
The little girl looked up at her mum with her green eyes, a smile on her face. Ginny placed the bread in the toaster and went and sat next to her daughter.
“What do you want to do today Lils?”
Lily looked up in excitement. “Can we go to the park mummy? We haven’t been in ages.”
Ginny smiled at her daughter’s response. She got off of the chair, promising to take her to the park later. Her hand was close to the toaster when a larger hand appeared and took the toast. Thomas smiled cheekily at his wife. He had already taken a shower and was dressed in his suit for work. With one hand he held a brief case and with the other he took his daughter’s breakfast. The little girl squealed and pointed a finger at her father. “You took my toast daddy. How could you?!” She stood up from her chair and put her hands on her hips, mimicking what she saw her mother do the other day.
Ginny laughed and smiled as she gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. Her daughter reminded her of her own mother. “Lily! Your father needs to get to work.”
Her husband swopped down on his daughter and pulled her into a hug. He still held a bit of toast in his hand and he waved it in front of her face. The little girl tried to snatch it, but her father placed it in his own mouth. He placed a kiss on her forehead before picking his briefcase up again.
“I’ll see you later tonight Gin. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He left the room and the front door closed with a soft click as he left the house. Lily ran to the window and watched her father get into their silver Mazda6. She giggled as she waved to him, a routine she loved to do every morning. When her father was down the street, she returned to her seat.
Ginny placed a plate of newly made toast and a glass of orange juice in front of her. “Eat up Lily-pilly.”
She left her daughter eating and went back into her room. Ginny looked at the photos on her bedside table, before quickly dressing. She walked over to a drawer on the other side of the room. She opened one of the draws. Inside was a box of memories of Ginny’s past. She pulled it out and took it over to her bed. With shaking hands she pulled out the top photo; it was moving as if a motion picture. Nine redheads waved up at her, all smiling and hugging each other. She smiled at her old life before turning to the next photo. This one moved like the other, but it was different. A red head woman had her arms around a black haired man’s neck. The man held the woman close with his hands on her waist. They were looking into each other’s eyes, smiling and kissing each other every now and then. It was painful to look at the photo. The man had green eyes… eyes that haunted her every day when she looked at her daughter Lily. With shaking hands she placed the photo down beside the other picture.
She turned her attention to a long stick of wood; the last factor of her old life. She didn’t dare pick it up, knowing she would never be able to put it back down. It had been seven years since she had left the world of magic behind and became a Muggle. Both her husband and daughter didn’t know about a different world.
When she had left, she had vowed never to return. She had made too many mistakes and she didn’t want to remember them, but she knew her daughter would soon be coming into her powers. She left the wand in the box and turned back to the photo of herself and the black-haired man. He had turned his attention from the woman beside him in the photo and was now focusing on her real life self. His green eyes taunted her, reminding her of the mistake she made six years ago.
Harry pulled Ginny in close to him, tears of joy falling from his green eyes. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, placing kisses along his jaw line. “I’ve missed you so much Ginny,” he moaned against her touch.
Ginny pulled him closer into her body, one of his legs fitting perfectly in between hers. It had been over a year since she had ended things with Harry and Hermione; a year since she had thrown away her legacy. It had hurt her too much to be in a world filled with pre-determined destinies. After only two months of dating a Muggle named Thomas, she had fallen in love. Three months after meeting they were happily married. They completed each other, just like Harry was completed her. Yet, un-like Harry, he showed her love every day, never making her feel incomplete. Harry had been the same too. After losing a child with Ginny, and their break-up, he had returned to Evelyn, vowing that he would never leave her again. Five months later they had been married in front of family and friends.
But, when Ginny ran into Harry at the supermarket, her lost feelings drew her closer to Harry. They agreed to meet for dinner that night, while Evelyn and Thomas were both away on a trip. Everything Ginny thought she didn’t feel for Harry, all came back. After a year of separation, without her knowing, her love for him had returned.
Harry captured Ginny’s lips in a kiss. His hands snaked under her white blouse and began to unbutton it. Ginny moaned against his lips, forgetting the thoughts of her husband. Harry pushed her down onto the hotel bed and crawled on top of her. Ginny pulled him closer into her, her breathing shallow as he removed her top. She felt him unclasp her bra and slide it off her arms. Harry kissed her neck, while she purred out his name. “Take me Harry; one last time.”
And Harry made love to her, like he had dreamed of doing for a whole year.
That night, Ginny had changed from her blond hair and blue eyes back into her old self. Harry had recognized her, even if she had looked different. He had asked her to change, just so he could see her for one last time.
Ginny let the tears fall from her eyes. It had been one night, a stupid mistake that had brought her the most amazing gift in the world. That night gave her Lily. After the accident, she had been told she might never be able to have kids and she had given up. Yet, that night gave her the one thing she dreamed of.
Thomas never knew of that night; there hadn’t been any reason to up until Lily had been born. It came as a shock to her when she saw her baby daughter open her eyes. Green stared back at her. Ginny knew immediately that the blue eyed man smiling at her was not the father. Thomas, although noticing the eyes, didn’t pay much attention. He was overjoyed to be a father.
For just under six years, Ginny had kept the secret of that night. She was lying to her husband, as well as her own daughter. Not even Harry knew.
The next photo was Lily in her crib at just a couple of months old, her eyes smiling up at Ginny. It was a still Muggle photo.
Lily rocked back and forth in her crib, a smile upon her lips. Her fluffy strands of blond hair were pushed back as Thomas bent down to pick her up. Ginny watched the both of them, trying to smile. Lily was looking at her with those eyes, showing memories of her past life.
Thomas was rubbing Lily’s back while singing softly to her. His voice was pure and sweet, making Ginny choke on her own sob. It caught in her throat, the guilt over what had happened a year ago still fresh in her mind. Those eyes, she knew, were to torment her for her mistake. Thomas continued to sing and Lily’s eyes slowly drifting shut. Ginny smiled this time, watching her baby girl drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Once she was asleep, Thomas placed her back in the crib. He grabbed hold of Ginny’s hand and pulled her out of the nursery and into their bedroom. He pulled Ginny in close to his body and rested his head upon hers. “I love you so much Ginny.”
Ginny smiled softly. “I love you too Thomas.”
She raised her head and kissed Thomas. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer into his embrace.
With shaky hands, Ginny placed the picture on top of the others. The next photo lying beneath it was of Ginny, the day she found out she was pregnant. Although, she hadn’t actually found out yet, she had been feeling sick all day. It was Thomas’ 28th birthday party and his family was there. It was in the middle of singing happy birthday that Ginny suddenly felt like she was going to vomit. Before the song was done, she had left to find the bathroom in the strange home of her in-laws.
Ginny sat in front of the toilet, waves of nausea washing over her. She knew what it meant; she’d experienced it once before. Picking herself up and ignoring the questions from those outside, she headed towards the tap. She washed her mouth and left the room. Thomas looked at her, his mouth forming a line. She shook her head and walked down the hallway. Her in-laws were shouting at her, but she ignored them.
She walked out the front door and headed to the car. Thomas quickly grabbed her hand and spun her around. “Ginny, what is it?”
“I’m not sure, but if it is what I think it is, we’ll be happy. I’ll be back soon; I just have to do something quickly.”
Thomas let her go reluctantly, but he had learned long ago that when Ginny needed to do something by herself, she would do it by herself. He watched Ginny get into the car, check behind her and pull out of the driveway. His hand was raised slightly to wave goodbye, but she never saw.
Ginny drove carefully, not wanting to get into another accident. She pulled up outside the pharmacy, nervously gripping the steering wheel harder than she normally would. “Okay, Ginny. You can handle this; it’s just a simple test, not hard at all. The result could be great….”
She slowly got out of the car and pushed the door open to enter.
Shelves lined the walls, as well as posters. She ignored them and headed towards aisle 4. With a shaking hand she grabbed a pregnancy test.
She paid for it at the register and got back into her car. Checking behind her, she pulled out. Her grip on the steering wheel was still more firm than it should be, but she didn’t notice.
Her heart was pounding against her rib cage with each kilometer she drove. Her eyes stung with unshed tears at what was happening. She wanted a baby, more than anything. As she got closer to the house she shared with Thomas, the tears flowed freely down her cheeks and over her chin.
She pulled up in the driveway and turned the ignition off. Her hands shook as she grabbed the plastic bag containing the test. As she approached the door, another car pulled up. Thomas quickly got out of it, thanking his brother Edward for taking him home. He grabbed Ginny and wrapped his arms around her. She cried against his chest and held up the bag.
Through the plastic, Thomas could see the test. “Are you…”
“I don’t know.”
Thomas pulled her closer, telling her it would be okay. He wove his hands through her blond hair. If he knew it, or just ignored it, Ginny’s tears soaked through his shirt. Slowly, he drew Ginny away from his chest and used the pad of his thumb to brush the tears away from her face. He smiled and pushed the hair out of her face lovingly.
He took her hand and with the other he opened their front door. The room spun around as Ginny lost her footing. Thomas noticed just in time and was able to catch her before she fell to the floor. He led her towards the bathroom door. “Do you want me to come in with you… when you know…”
Ginny nodded her head, unable to speak. She took the test out of the packet and placed it between her legs over the toilet seat, hoping she could generate enough pee to be able to.
Three agonizing minutes past, in which Thomas held Ginny close to his body, for fear that she would faint. The timer on his watch beeped, causing the two adults to break out of their thoughts. “Do you want me to look?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly. Again Ginny nodded, burying her head further into his chest. Taking a deep breath, he picked up the test.
A pink circle smiled up at him, causing him to laugh. He picked confused Ginny up and spun her around, before placing her on the ground. “We’re gonna be parents Gin!”
Ginny laughed and jumped into her husband’s embrace.
The voice broke Ginny out of her memory. Lily was standing in the doorway, a smile on her face. “Can we go to the park now Mummy?”
Ginny smiled and nodded. She picked up the photos beside her and placed them in the box, before returning it to its home in the dresser. She placed a hand on the box, before turning her attention back to her five year old. “Let’s go then.”
She grabbed her daughters hand with one hand and with the other she grabbed her keys and wallet. Lily grabbed their jackets off the hook by the door and ran out of the house. Ginny locked the door, before taking her jacket from her daughter. She put her jacket on before helping a protesting Lily with hers. Again she took her daughters hand and followed her out of their garden. Lily wanted to walk to the park instead of driving; she said it was more fun this way.
As they entered the gate of the park, not very far from their house, Ginny’s attention was caught by a mob of red hair on the playground. There were three red head children, around Lily’s age, playing together by the swings. A black haired man, with green eyes, was pushing one of them.
Ginny gasped, her hand letting go of Lily’s. Lily took the chance and raced off to the swings, her favourite part of the playground. She approached the black haired man and the three red haired children. She giggled at them, before smiling. “Can I play here with you? I really want a go on the swings.”
Again she smiled. Her eyes shone in the sun, making them brighter than usual. The black haired man noticed them and gasped. His attention then caught Ginny walking over towards them. He gasped again. He remembered her; her with her fake blond hair and fake blue eyes. Instead of seeing her, he saw her red hair and brown eyes. She smiled at him, unsure, before looking down at the little girl in front of him.
The little girl still smiled at him with her green eyes. They were the same shade as his, almost identical. He bent down, so that he was eye to eye with the little girl. “What’s your name?” he asked with a smile.
“Lily Molly Wright.”
He winced at the name Lily. He looked over at the fidgeting blond watching them. Her hands shook as she looked up at him with a sad smile. “And, Lily, how old are you?”
“I am…” she paused and counted on her fingers. The man smiled. “I am five and two months old.”
Again the man winced. Five years and two months old. If he was correct that was the last time he saw the blond haired woman watching them. Suddenly, as if he had been hit by a bus, it dawned on him. Five years and two months old… five years and two months old!
Suddenly he felt angry as he walked past the little girl. He walked straight to the woman, his green eyes blazing with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t I know I had a daughter?” he hissed at her.
Ginny looked away from the man, tears burning her eyes. “Harry, please…. I can explain…”
eyes ut puteulanus – eyes to blue
change meus saeta – change my hair
evanui freckles – disappear freckles (I know that isn’t proper English)
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