Search Home Read Write Forum Login Register
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing you recognize.

A/N: I decided to combine all the one-shots in the "Their Legacy" Series into one story (: Also, the next chapter, "Heartsong" is in the works, and is just about finished! Hopefully it will be coming soon! Please enjoy!


Home


It was just a house. It was just wood, bricks, and shingles. The yard usually so cluttered and messy, was empty. The grass had grown so high. Vines had taken over the entire front side of the house. The garden was even more overgrown than it was when the house was inhabited. Ginny in her old age could almost smell her mother’s home cooking on the late summer breeze. It had been a long time since she had last been here – five years to be exact. But all the memories were just as vivid as if they happened yesterday. She remembered running through the field to the orchard to play quidditch by herself while her brothers were away at school. She remembered the time when she was four and had woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare; her mother and father had run in to comfort her. She remembered the summers when all of her brothers would be at the Burrow – all one big happy family. But all that was gone now. All those memories were just that – memories. They were forever locked; frozen in the past. Granted, these last twenty odd years had been relatively happy with her very own little family growing. But nothing had ever been the same since they had died – cruelly taken when it wasn’t their time to go.

Molly had moved in with Percy and Audrey roughly five years ago because the house was just too much to keep up with. There were so many memories that haunted her, there had been two too many deaths, it was just too much. Ever since Arthur Weasley had passed away twenty years ago, Ginny Potter couldn’t bring herself to truly come back here. Sure, she had been back physically, but it hurt too much to be all there. Arthur had been the one to teach Ginny how to ride a muggle bicycle that he had found abandoned in the village one day. He had been the one who taught her how to fly – well sort of. He had ended up falling off demonstrating. Her mother had then insisted that Ginny stay away from flying. But being the man Arthur was, had turned a blind eye when he knew she was still secretly flying at the age of eight.

Ginny could feel the tears rolling down her wrinkled face. And she could in no way stop them from coming. This house brought back all those memories. She was nearly 55 years old and yet, here she was crying like a baby. She had gone through so much in her life. Ginny didn’t even bother drying her tears. She deserved a good cry. The war with Voldemort had been trying enough. They had lost so many. Remus, Tonks, and Fred were gone. They’d been gone almost forty years, and still, their deaths hurt like they did the day of the Final Battle. But somehow the people they had left behind were still able to go on with their lives. Happy times followed. Harry and Ginny got married and brought three beautiful children into the world. Ginny still couldn’t believe just how fast they had grown up. She still couldn’t believe she had five grand children already! And that is what had brought her here, to the rundown home of her childhood this late summer morning.

Albus’ second child had been born shortly after midnight on August 27. Ginny was so happy about having another grandson! Now James’ son, Sirius Matthew Potter, would not be the only boy of the group. But thinking of James made the tears come even faster and Ginny could no longer hold in the sob that so badly wanted to escape from her lips.

It had been the Burrow where Ginny and her father had bonded all those years ago. It had been at the Burrow that James had been born – Ginny had been so sick when she went into labor that flooing and apparating had been out of the question. It had been the Burrow where both lives had been taken – one twenty years ago, the other but five. Arthur had been taken in an explosion – he had been “fixing” a muggle car. And James, James had been struggling to breathe. Lung cancer, the healer had said. It was some rare disease for a wizard to come down with, being a deadly muggle disease. The healers hadn’t been able to explain how he had come down with it, but the fact was that he did. James fought it for as long as he could, until he could no longer hold on. Ginny still didn’t know how she had gotten through that time with her entire family distraught. Carly Thomas-Potter became a widow at 25, and Harry and Ginny had to bury their first-born son. But five years heals a lot, as time often does. The wounds never completely went away, but there was no longer the raw, raw pain eating away at Ginny’s heart.

James Arthur Potter broke into the world at eight pounds and ten ounces. He had Albus’ and James’ midnight black hair, and Janey’s, Albus’ wife, sparkling blue eyes. Little Leighton Nolee was a big sister at six years old, and had blatantly refused to sleep until she saw her new brother or sister. Ginny had laughed when Leighton excitedly ran into the waiting room at St. Mungo’s, screaming about having a new baby brother. Albus had come in afterward to let the rest of the family go and visit the newest edition. Three year old Mesa Hamilton, Lily and Carter’s little girl, had been almost asleep, but was just as excited as her big cousin to see tiny James.

James Arthur looked almost identical to what Albus and James looked like as newborns. Tears had pricked Ginny’s eyes, when she had finally looked into the face of her newest grandson, Harry’s arm tight around her. Harry, the ever-proud grandfather, cooed and the little form in Janey’s arms, Albus’s arm protectively around his wife. Ginny couldn’t get over how much of a pushover Harry was when it came to his grandchildren. She laughed at what the future of little James looked like being spoiled and pampered by his doting grandparents. It had really been a celebration, but the family couldn’t help but become a bit emotional when Albus announced that they had named him after his late brother and grandfather. It had brought back all the memories. Ginny hadn’t been able to take it anymore – that’s why she left the hospital. She tried in vain to sleep, but it avoided her. At dawn’s first light, she came here – the place where her world had turned upside down.

A wind played with her long graying hair as she heard footsteps coming from behind her. But she didn’t have to turn to see who it was. After 35 years of marriage, she knew the sound of Harry’s footsteps.

“I thought I’d find you here,” he said, putting an arm around his wife.

She leaned into him, looking up and giving him a watery smile. Harry bent down and kissed her tears away, “Love, this should be a happy day! We have another munchkin to spoil rotten!”

Ginny gave a watery chuckle, Harry had only adopted the word “munchkin” after Leighton was born, and Ginny constantly teased him about it, “Munchkin? Really Harry? And I know, it’s just so hard still. They named him after Daddy and James – it just reopened those wounds that never really fully healed, I guess.”

Harry rubbed Ginny’s arm and kissed the top of her head, “I know, I miss them, too. It really wasn’t fair the way they were taken.”

A few birds chirped in nearby trees as the elderly couple stood there watching the unkempt, crumbling house.

They had been through so much together. Harry had always been her rock, the love of her life. Ginny knew that she couldn’t have made it through without him by her side. What she didn’t know was that while Harry had comforted her when she needed it most, she had been his strength to get him through the tough times as well.

And then Harry broke the silence, “And besides, Love, even though James and Arthur are no longer here, their spirits will live on in little James. You and I both know that Al is every bit mischievous as Jay was – he just didn’t like to show it.”

Ginny let out a little laugh, “Oh goodness! Do you remember the time when Jay and Al dyed Lily’s hair purple and green?”

Harry chuckled, “I do. I still can’t believe that it had been Al’s idea. Those boys.”

“Our little boys…” Ginny trailed off.

Harry squeezed her shoulders, “So many memories.”

The two stood in silence for a long time, both reflecting on the past. They remembered the good and bad, the best and worst. Ginny felt a few tears fall into her hair. She knew that Harry was crying, but didn’t say anything. He wasn’t one to cry, but when he did, she knew that she just had be there for him, and nothing else. She loved him so much, and knew exactly what he needed when he didn’t tell her. However, Ginny then felt it was time to break the silence, because really, there was just one question bothering her.

“Harry, dear? How’d you know I was here? I hadn’t come here since – since – “

Harry wiped a few tears of his own away, “I don’t know. I just knew. This place was so close to both our hearts. It’s almost where everything started. It’s where I truly met you for the first time, where I asked you to marry me, where we got married, where we had our first son. We have so many memories here. Wherever my family is, is where my home is. But this place was where our family began. I just knew you’d be here.”

Ginny put both of her arms around her husband, both still looking at their beloved Burrow, “I’m glad you knew, Love.”

Track This Story: Feed


Write a Review

out of 10

JOIN HARRY POTTER FANFICTION


Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.

Register Today!