Ginny awoke with a start. She shoved back the covers and swung her legs out of the bed. "What where!" she said looking around the room frantically.
She sighed in relief when she saw her room. All her things were in their accustomed places. She looked down at herself. She was in good shape, but she was not as toned and fit as her future counterpart had been. "It's not too late," she said smiling widely. She hurried to her wardrobe and began to get dressed.
"I have so many things to tell Mum and Ron," she said to herself. "I don't know if they'll believe me, but I have to try."
Once she had all her clothes on, she left the room and went down to the kitchen. She froze when she saw Ron and Molly sitting around the kitchen table. Neither looked happy.
Ron was pale. He stared straight ahead, his blue eyes dull. A muscle in his jaw kept twitching and his hands shook uncontrollably.
Molly wasn't much better. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot. Tears ran down her face and made a puddle on the table in front of her. "So foolish," she kept whispering.
Ginny slowly entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. It was several moments before either her Mother or Brother noticed she was there.
"Hi gin," Ron said quietly. "Did you have a… er… visitor last night."
Ginny nodded. "Mine was a young girl. She showed me the future." She shuddered, remembering how her Mother had killed and eaten a rat. "It was horrible." She paused. "Well, most of it was horrible. I'll do whatever it takes to prevent that future from happening.
"Mine was Harry's Mum," Molly sniffled. She showed me Harry's past. It was horrible. When I woke up last night, I just kept thinking about everything. I was so horrible to that poor boy. I don't know how I can even begin to say sorry for everything I've done.
Ginny glanced at Ron. "Who was your visitor?"
"Fred," Ron said softly.
Molly and Ginny both gaped at him. "Fred!" Molly said jumping to her feet. "Is he alright? Did he seem happy?"
Ron rubbed his jaw absently. "He wasn't very happy with the three of us. He was especially angry with me for abandoning Harry." He looked down at the table. "He was right you know. He said that I was jealous of everything Harry had. I never really considered everything Harry lost. I never thought about how lucky I was. Did you know that Bill still talks to Harry? He had dinner with him last night." He hesitated looking at Ginny.
"What is it," Ginny asked nervously.
"Bill told Harry that he may need to move on from you," Ron said this very fast as if the faster he got it out, the less pain it would cause his sister. "He said he'd never be able to heal if he kept coming back here to be hurt."
Ginny glanced away from her brother. "I can't say that I'm surprised. I've been really lucky that Harry hung on for this long. I guess all I can do is apologize and hope he gives me a chance to make it up to him."
Ron nodded. "I've got to do the same with Hermione. I've been a real prat. If I want to be with her, and I do, I need to learn more about the muggle world. I need to listen to her more and try to take an interest in the things that she enjoys."
Ginny grinned. "Why Ron, you've grown up."
Ron grinned back, but he still looked sad. "I treated her so bad for so long. I hope she sees that I am really sorry I just wish I'd have thought about how my actions were affecting my friends."
Molly reached out and squeezed his hand. "Neither did I. I never considered what I was doing to that poor boy. I just wanted to punish him for causing Fred's death."
Ron looked over at his sister. "You said your guide was a girl? That seems kind of strange. What'd she look like?"
"Hard to say," Ginny said reflectively. "Her appearance kept changing. She said she was Harry's daughter, but she said something about how her Mother hadn't been decided yet." She frowned fiercely down at the table. For the first time since the talk had begun, she looked unhappy. A solitary tear ran down her cheek.
"What is it, dear?" Molly asked.
Ginny took a ragged breath. "In that future, Harry was married to Luna and they had two children. At the time I saw, Luna was holding their new born son and she was talking about having child number 3. As much as I love Harry, I don't think I could cause two kids not to exist. That just seems cruel to me. It would be worse than killing them."
The sound of a throat clearing interrupted their conversation. They all turned to see Arthur entering the kitchen. Silently, he walked over to the table and sat down. He took Molly's hand and smiled at his two youngest.
"I may have a way to help you, Ginny, if you're willing."
"What do you mean," Ginny asked. "How can you help me? I don't think there is any way I can be with Harry."
"Perhaps perhaps not," Arthur said. "First, I need to know what you three are talking about. I heard something about guides. Where did they take you and what did you learn that has you so upset?"
Over the next half hour, Molly, Ginny, and Ron told Arthur of Dumbledore's visit. Each explained about their own trip through time and what they had seen. When they were done, Arthur chuckled.
"Well, we do live in a world of magic. I have never heard of anything like this before, but that doesn't mean it's not possible."
"So you believe us?" Molly asked.
"Oh yes," Arthur said. "It explains your sudden change of heart concerning Harry."
"So what do we do now?" Ginny asked. "How can we apologize to Harry for what we did?"
"One word at a time," Arthur said solemnly. "I don't know if things will ever be the way they were between you three, but we can try."
"Do you know where he is?" Molly asked.
"There's only one place he could be at this time of the morning."
Harry awoke to a persistent knocking on his door. Still half asleep, he rolled out of bed and walked downstairs. When he opened the door, his eyes widened.
"Hello Harry," Molly said tentatively. "Can we come in?"
"Why are you here?" Hermione said from behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry noticed that her wand was pointed at Molly's face.
Molly took no notice of the wand. "Please Harry, we just want to talk. We've made so many mistakes and we need to apologize to you."
"We?" Harry asked.
Molly gestured behind her and Harry saw Ron, Ginny, and Arthur standing behind her.
Harry looked over his shoulder. "What do you think?" he asked Hermione.
"We might as well hear what they have to say."
Harry turned back to the Weasleys. "Come on in," he said quietly.
Molly smiled at him. "Thank you," she said gratefully.
Harry led them to the kitchen. As they sat down at the table, Kreature appeared and set dishes of bacon, eggs, fried tomatoes, baked beans, and toast before them.
"Help yourselves," Harry said. "Hermione and I haven't had breakfast yet."
They all piled their plates with food and began to eat. When they were done, Harry leaned back in his chair, surveying the four Weasleys calmly.
"You said you wanted to talk?"
Molly cleared her throat. "Yes, I… I…" She paused and took a deep breath. "Harry, I am so sorry for everything."
Harry looked at her saying nothing. He took a long drink of pumpkin juice. "What are you sorry for exactly?"
Molly winced at his tone. It was calm, cold, and devoid of all emotion. Steeling herself, she continued. "I am sorry for treating you like dirt for the past year. I'm sorry that I blamed you for Fred's death. I've realized that it wasn't your fault."
Harry looked at her silently for several moments. "Why?"
Molly blinked at him. "What?"
"Why did you blame me? Why was it my fault? I did the best I could. I stopped Voldemort as quick as I could. Did you honestly think that I would draw the war out? Hell, Voldemort wanted me dead. I was undesirable number one, remember?"
Harry continued. "You blamed me for Fred's death. It took people along time to convince me that none of the deaths were my fault. Why? You claimed I was as good as a son, but your actions said otherwise. You drew your entire family around you. Hell, you would've even let Hermione into your hearts, but you wanted me as far away as possible."
"You're right," Molly said. "You have every right to be angry with me. I wouldn't blame you if you never spoke to me again." She stopped speaking to take a drink of water.
"You want to know why?" she asked looking deep into Harry's eyes. "The Daily Prophet."
"It was the newspapers fault?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
"In a way," Molly explained. "They said that you were the chosen one. They said you were the only one that could stop You-Know-Who. I guess reading about that day after day. I started to believe that it was your responsibility to stop him. I know that is no excuse, but it is the truth."
Harry looked at Ron. "What about you? You were my friend. Why would you turn your back on me?"
Ron shifted in his seat, refusing to meet Harry's eyes. "I have no excuse," he mumbled. "I guess I was just jealous and angry. I let my Mum's beliefs influence me. I let her convince me that it was your fault. I know it wasn't right, but it was easier to blame you than to go against my family."
Harry's expression was totally blank. "Apparently, you were not the only one who felt that way," he said glancing at Ginny.
Ginny winced and looked away from him. "I deserve that," she said in a small voice. "I should've stuck by you. I should never have just left you alone to deal with your grief. You will never know how sorry I am."
Harry was silent for a while. He looked over at Hermione and she stared back. Looking back at the Weasleys, he spoke in a soft calm voice.
"I understand why you did it. You probably aren't the only family that blamed me for the death of one of their loved ones, but your abandonment hurts. You all were the closest thing I had to a real family. I really felt like I was a part of your family for a while. When it came down to it, you kicked me out." He turned to Ron, his green eyes flashing.
"Ron, you have proven once and for all that blood means more to you than friendship. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. I don't know. I never had a family that gave a damn about me." He glanced at Ginny.
"Ginny, I love you. I'd hoped to build a life with you, but how can I? Would you be loyal to me if we got married? What if I had a disagreement with your parents? Who would you side with? Don't get me wrong, I am not saying that I expect you to tell me I'm right even if I'm wrong, but I need someone that will have my back. Can you be that person?"
Ginny raised her chin and stared straight into Harry's eyes. "I think I can be," she said quietly. "You're right. You need someone who will fight for their beliefs. Before Fred's death, I was that type of person. I didn't let anyone influence my opinion. If I believed something was wrong, I said so. Wouldn't you agree?"
Harry nodded his ascent. "You did," he said firmly.
"I did a lot of thinking last night. I realized that I'd treated you very unfairly. I expected you to wait for an unknown length of time for my Mother and brother to come around. I'd become a spineless little coward, afraid of angering my Mother. It didn't matter that my Dad never believed in what she did. I wanted the entire family to love you before beginning our relationship again."
"And now you want to start our relationship again," Harry said softly. "It's just a coincidence that your Mum and Ron have come around, is it?"
Ginny looked down at the table. "Would you believe me if I said yes?"
Harry let out a huff of air. "Ginny," he said tenderly. "There would've been a time that I would've loved to have been with you. Maybe we can be together in the future, but I've met someone over the past year. I don't know where it's going, but we seem to really fit, you know? I want a chance to see where it goes."
Ginny's lip trembled. "I understand," she said softly.
Harry turned to Ron and Molly. "I don't know if we can, and I can't speak for Hermione, but I'd like a chance to try and rebuild our relationship. I don't have enough friends to go throwing them away, but please understand it's going to take time."
Molly smiled at him. "Of course dear," she said reaching across the table and patting his hand.
Hermione spoke next. "Ron, you seem to really have changed and I do believe you are sorry for everything you've said and done over the past year. I don't know if our relationship can be fixed, but we can try."
Ron smiled hesitantly. "Thanks Hermione."
"Well," Arthur said standing up. "Thank you for breakfast. I think it is time for us to go. Come on, Ron, Ginny, Molly." At the door, he turned back to face Harry. "I want you to know that regardless of how this situation turns out, you both will always be welcome at my home."
"Thanks, Mr. Weasley," Harry and Hermione said together.
After the Weasleys were gone, Hermione looked at Harry. "What do you think?"
"I don't know. I hope they are sincere in their regret, but I don't know if I can trust them again."
Hermione squeezed his shoulder. "I understand, but we can at least give them a chance."
"Yeah," Harry said staring down into his plate. "I guess that's all we can do."
Later that day, Harry approached a house that looked like a giant chess piece. As he reached out to knock on the white door, it opened.
"Hi Harry," Luna said smiling at him. "How are you today?"
Harry smiled hesitantly at her. "Hi Luna, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Yes," Luna said dreamily. "Come with me." She took his hand and led him behind the house to a wooden bench overlooking a small pond. She sat down and pulled him down beside her.
"Ginny and I use to swim here a lot when we were kids."
Harry looked at her. Did she know? At the expression on his face, Luna giggled. "She came to see you today, didn't she?"
Harry blinked. "How?"
"I knew she would eventually come around. What did she have to say?"
"It wasn't just her," Harry explained. "Ron and Molly came to. They all wanted to say how sorry they were that they'd abandoned me."
Luna continued to stare at him, saying nothing. She took his hand and squeezed it gently.
Taking strength from her touch, Harry continued. "They seemed sincere, and I forgive all of them, for my sake if not for there's." He looked down at the ground. "But, I don't know if I can trust them anymore. What happens if Ginny and I would begin dating? What if we had a fight? Would Ron and Molly gang up on me? Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying they shouldn't. After all, they are her family, but would they let Ginny and I be allowed to try and solve our differences on our own?"
Luna reached up with her other hand and stroked his cheek. "There's something else, isn't there?"
Harry looked at her. He could feel his face heating up. "Well," he mumbled. He gathered his courage and looked deep into her eyes. "You and I have gotten a lot closer. I'd like a chance to see where our relationship might go. That is, if you want to."
Luna's smile lit up her face. Her silvery blue eyes sparkled. "So, this will be a date?"
Harry shifted his feet. "I was hoping for a more meaningful relationship. You know, as a couple."
The sparkle in Luna's eyes grew even brighter. Her lips twitched. "So you'll be my boyfriend? You know you'll be my first boyfriend, right?"
Harry felt a smile grow on his own face. "I'll try not to disappoint you."
"I'm sure you won't be a disappointment," Luna said softly. Leaning forward, she kissed him gently on the lips. Wrapping his arms around her, Harry returned the kiss. After a few moments, they pulled back, grinning widely.
"That was lovely," Luna said dreamily.
"Yeah," Harry said grinning goofily.
"I think we need to practice some more," Luna said. Grabbing Harry's face, she drew him back to her, kissing him hungrily. As they kissed, Harry reflected that he had indeed made the right choice.
Over the next couple of months, Ginny watched as Harry and Luna began to build a relationship. From a distance she watched them kiss and hold each other tightly. She heard from Hermione how they had gone out to restaurants in muggle London several times. It was obvious that they were very happy together.
Ginny didn't know how to feel about this development. On one hand, she was very jealous of Luna. Luna was in the position Ginny wanted to be in. On the other, Luna was obviously making Harry happy and Ginny had to be grateful for that. After all Harry had been through, he deserved some happiness in his life.
Ron and Hermione's relationship was strained at best. Ron was making an effort, but Hermione was hesitant to trust him. Ginny could understand that. Sure her brother might have changed, but he'd said he was sorry before and then made the same mistakes. She wondered if it wouldn't be for the best if Ron and Hermione started seeing other people.
Molly was doing much better. She seemed to be more cheerful and less angry as time went on. She was thrilled to learn that Bill and Fleur would be expecting their first child and was happily knitting a jumper for the new addition to the family.
As for Ginny, she tried dating Neville. After all, the little girl said she hadn't given their relationship a real chance, dedicating most of her time to her quidditch career. This time, she started early. She wanted to see if Neville and she could have something.
Ginny had to admit it was fun being with Neville. They spent a lot of time together going to quidditch games, having drinks at the three broomsticks, and just sitting and talking. As time passed, Ginny began to realize there was something missing from her relationship with Neville. When she looked into his eyes, she knew he could see it to. One day, they sat down to talk about it.
"I know I have a lot of fun with you," Neville said nervously, "but I don't know. There's no spark, you know? As much as I like you, well…"
"You don't love me," Ginny said quietly.
Neville looked away from her. "Sorry," he mumbled, "but I don't."
Ginny gently cupped his chin between two fingers. Gently, she turned him back to face her. She kissed him gently on the lips. "I understand," she murmured. "I feel the same way. I think we could have fun together, but there'd always be something missing. We should be free to find love with someone."
Neville was nodding as Ginny spoke. "So I guess this is good-bye," he said.
"As a couple yes, as friends, never."
"Ginny," Molly called. "Luna is here to see you."
Ginny came down the stairs feeling puzzled. "Why would Luna be here? Stepping into the kitchen, she saw Luna sitting at the table chatting animatedly with her Mother. When she saw Ginny, she stood up.
"I hope you will excuse me Molly," she said politely. "Ginny and I have something to talk about."
Ginny followed Luna out of the house and to the apple orchard behind the burrow. Sitting down on the grass, Luna gestured for Ginny to join her. After she'd sat, Luna looked at her seriously.
"We need to talk about Harry."
Ginny's gut clenched. "Is something wrong?"
Luna patted her shoulder. "No, nothing is wrong at all, but I need to talk to you about mine and Harry's relationship."
Ginny looked at her oldest friend surprised. "Luna, shouldn't your relationship be between you and Harry?"
"Not when it concerns you as well."
Ginny blinked. "How could it concern me? Has Harry said something? Is he angry with me about something?"
Luna held up a hand, stopping Ginny's rambling. "Harry isn't angry with you. He says that you have been nothing but supportive of our relationship, which is why I wanted to talk to you."
"Okay," Ginny said slowly.
"As you know, Harry is the last of the Potters. Even if I did nothing but pop out babies, it would be very difficult to rebuild his family line. I want to insure the Potter family thrives again."
"What does any of this have to do with me?" Ginny asked.
"Under some old laws, the last of a family can have two wives to help rebuild their family line.
"So you want Harry to have two wives?"
"Yes, if you agreed, you would be the second Mrs. Potter."
"I don't know," Ginny said. "Harry seems really happy with you. "I don't want to mess that up."
"You still love Harry. It could work. After what you've gone through, I seriously doubt you would do anything to hurt Harry again."
"But I don't want to ruin your relationship with Harry, he deserves to be happy."
"We could make him happy," Luna said confidently. "Between the two of us, I think he'd be very happy indeed. He'd never have to wonder what would happen if he'd married the other one of us because he'd have both of us."
"Is your relationship with Harry really that serious? You two have only been dating for a few months."
Luna smiled dreamily. "He will be my husband," she said with certainty.
Ginny sat thinking for a few moments. Finally, she smiled at her friend. "If you can convince Harry to go along with this crazy plan, I'll agree to give it a try."
Luna grinned. "Great," she chirped. "I'll go talk to him right now."
Before Ginny could say another word, Luna was up and off, running back to her house.
"She's certainly happy isn't she," a deep voice said from behind Ginny.
Ginny turned to see her Dad smiling down at her. "How much of that conversation did you hear?" she asked softly.
"Almost all of it."
"What do you think?"
"Well," Arthur said his smile widening. "I told you that there was a way for you and Harry to be together. If you can make this work, that little girl you saw will be born and the children you saw with Luna will exist as well. I'm not saying it'll be easy, but at least this way you can be with Harry without feeling guilty.
Ginny suddenly felt very content. "It's up to Harry now, isn't it?" she asked her Father.
"Yes it is," Arthur said, patting her shoulder. "But don't worry, Harry has a knack for making the right choice."
Of course, things weren't that simple. It took several months for Luna to convince Harry to attempt a relationship with her and Ginny. After months of discussions that went nowhere, Luna sat down with Harry for a talk.
"Harry, this will not change us. "I love you and if I have my way, we're going to be married someday. All I'm asking is that we try. If it doesn't work, then we'll help Ginny find someone for herself."
"Luna, I love you to. Our relationship is important to me. I don't want to lessen it by adding another person to it. You are enough for me."
"Harry, we're not lessening our relationship. We're just adding another dimension to it."
Harry grunted in annoyance. "I'm not even sure I love her anymore."
Luna's lips twitched. Her eyes began to sparkle. "You can't tell me you haven't wondered what would have happened if you two had gotten back together. Now is your chance to find out."
"I don't want to know," Harry snapped. "I'm happy with you."
"Will you just try it, for me," Luna delivered this line with a small pout and wide eyes.
Harry tried to look away, but Luna reached out and took his face in her small soft hands. She leaned close to him, batting her eyelashes.
"Please," she whispered her lips only inches from his.
Harry's shoulders slumped. "Okay," he said defeated.
Luna kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Things were strained in the new relationship. Harry was extremely uncomfortable with showing Ginny any sort of affection around Luna. "It's like cheating," he explained one day.
Again, Luna came to the rescue. She suggested they alternate days to be with Harry. Once he was used to going on dates with each girl individually, they started going out as a trio. It took some work, but they managed to settle into a comfortable relationship.
Ron and Hermione's relationship ended amicably. They both gave it an honest effort, but too many things had happened for them to be able to stay together.
Hermione eventually started dating Neville and married him after a few years together. She rose through the ranks of the ministry, finally becoming minister of magic.
Ron eventually got together with Padma Patil and they had one son. He treated Padma with respect and love and he positively doted on his son.
Molly was simply happy to have loads of Grandkids to spoil. She made sure that her temper never controlled her mouth again and became the best Grandmother she could be.
Harry's relationship with Molly and Ron eventually repaired itself. As Harry had said, he didn't have enough friends to go throwing them away. Ron could often be found over at Harry's house and vice versa.
To help rebuild his relationship with Molly, Harry began taking cooking lessons with her. Molly was delighted to have someone to pass on her recipes to and Harry was happy to be learning something new. An unforeseen benefit was Harry's skill in potions grew by leaps and bounds. He was never going to be a great Potions master, but he was one of the best brewers in the family.
Harry went into business manufacturing brooms. His broom, named The Phoenix, was used in the international Quidditch league. It wasn't the most exciting career, requiring weeks of research for each broom, but it was a lot safer than chasing dark wizards.
After several years together, Harry proposed to Luna and Ginny. The three were married in a quiet ceremony.
Luna became owner of the Quibler when her Father passed away. She eventually bore Harry two children, a son they named Xino Sirius Potter, and a daughter they named Diana Selene Potter.
Ginny played Quidditch for five years: before retiring to become a Quidditch reporter for the Daily Prophet. To her delight, she bore Harry a daughter, Lily Luna Potter. As she lay on the bed, looking down into her daughters beautiful brown eyes, she remembered the little girl who'd guided her through the future. One of her appearances looked just like the baby she held in her arms.
As she nursed her daughter, she thanked Dumbledore for sending those spirits to herself, her Mother, and brother.
Things had started rocky, but she couldn't be happier with the life she had. Her Mother was the best Grandmother around, her brother was happily married, and she had one of her closest friends as a sister wife. She couldn't think of any way her life could be better.
All was well.
A/N I hope you all enjoyed this little story. When I started this, I never expected it would end this way. I hope you take a moment to leave some feedback.
Until next time.