By Sabre275Chapter 1: Heartbreak at the Burrow
Harry Potter was in love; he was in love with Ginny Weasley. He wanted to shout out to all of Europe how he felt. In the end he just bought her flowers and sweets. Harry and Ginny's friendship had finally blossomed into a romantic relationship during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. The year after Harry graduated he took a job with the Ministry of Magic to stay as close to Ginny as possible. He had traveled to Hogwarts regularly for her Quidditch Matches, Hogsmeade weekends, and other special occasions. Ginny loved him dearly and secretly hoped that he would find the courage to ask her to marry him some time sooner than later.
Ginny had graduated last year and Harry finally felt the time was right to ask her to marry him. He had found the courage to ask Arthur for his daughter's hand and after a jovial grilling, much to Harry's displeasure, he declared that Harry had his blessing to marry his daughter.
Prior to the flowers and sweets, Harry had stopped at Gringotts to get his mother's ring. Harry had found a letter some time ago that Hagrid had written and saved for Harry for when he was older. In it, Hagrid had told Harry of the family heirlooms that he had taken and deposited in Harry's vault. Harry could feel the ring box in his pocket and could not wait for Ginny to see it. If all went as planned Harry would be engaged in a few short hours to his true love.
Ginny was waiting patiently for her love to finally arrive. They had planned to go out for dinner and Ginny was sweating. She had been nervously hoping that Harry would finally be asking her to marry him. Ron, Bill, and Hermione were perplexed as to Ginny's sudden nervousness. Ginny was very agitated and hyper all day. Fred and George were still recovering from her earlier fit of rage at them. They had made one tiny comment and they immediately regretted it. When she was done scolding them Fred asked Bill if she had found a way to channel mom into her.
Hermione was wondering the same thing.
Harry arrived half an hour before dinner. Ginny rushed him when he walked into the living room and gave him a big hug.
"I've got something important to ask." They both said at the same time.
"Harry, do you mind if I go first? Ginny asked.
"Actually love, if you'd let me I'm sure you'd like to hear what I have to say."
Ginny gave him a strange look. "Are you suggesting that what I have to say isn't as important?"
Fred and George, recognizing the tone of her voice, ran out of the burrow. Ron, Hermione, and Bill followed close behind them.
"I'm not saying that at all Ginny, I just have something to ask you and I'd rather not wait." He said as he reached into his pocket to draw out the ring box.
"So, its ok for me to be the patient one but not the great Harry Potter is it!" Ginny yelled.
"Ginny, that's not what I mean." He replied, defending himself from her sudden verbal lashing.
"This is an equal relationship, we each have to compromise. I'm tired of being the one to compromise. I want you to hear me out." Ginny screamed.
Harry relented. He let go of the ring box and looked at Ginny with calm resolve.
"Aren't you going to say something?" Ginny asked in an annoyed tone.
"You said you wanted to talk so I'm listening." He replied in an annoyed tone.
"God why do you have to be so difficult." Ginny replied exasperated.
"I'm not being difficult." Harry said standing up to his girlfriend. "I'm compromising. I don't want to argue with you, I just want to say what I've got to say."
Ginny looked at him. She was suddenly so furious with him. She didn't know why but she just couldn't stand to look at him right now. "Go Home Harry! I can't talk to you right now."
"What are you talking about, I'm not going anywhere until we…."
"I said get out!!!! Get Out, GET OUT, GETTTTT OUT!!!!!" and before Harry knew what was happening, Ginny had smacked him in the face and run up to her room crying hysterically.
Ron, Bill, and Hermione returned to the house upon hearing Ginny scream at Harry to leave. Ron watched as his emotional sister ran up the stairs crying.
"What did you say to her?" Ron demanded, grabbing Harry by his shirt and shaking him.
Harry pushed the enraged red head of him. "I didn't say anything. She just went off the deep end."
For the second time today a Weasley struck Harry. Unlike Ginny who had simply slapped him on his face, Ron had balled his fist and laid into his best mate. Harry smashed into the living room window, the glass cracked slightly. Before Bill could stop his younger brother the room was filled by the sound of a yell, "Expelliarmus!"
Bill and Hermione hadn't noticed that Ron had drawn his wand and before they could act, the furious red head had fired a spell at Harry.
Harry hadn't recovered from the blow to his face but suddenly felt himself thrown through the living room window and out into the lawn. Bill tackled his brother, and smashed his hand into the ground, causing Ron to drop his wand. Hermione ran outside to check on Harry. When she got to his side Harry had managed to prop himself up with one arm, he was in shock. Hermione watched as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Harry." Hermione started, and reached to wipe some blood off his head. A piece of glass had scrapped him as he went through the window.
Harry didn't let the girl touch him. Tears falling from his face, Harry stood up shaking, dusted himself off, and walked away from the Burrow.
Hermione ran after him.
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"What the hell were you thinking? Have you completely lost your senses? He's your best mate!" Bill yelled at Ron.
"He hurt Ginny." Ron barked back.
"You don't know what was going on." Bill replied. "You let your temper get the better of you and could have killed Harry."
Ginny came back down a moment later, the window shattering had alarmed her.
"What happened down here?" Ginny said her eyes still red from crying.
"Ron nearly killed Harry because of you. What happened between you two?" Bill asked.
"We had a stupid row over nothing, I let myself get too emotionally worked up." Ginny replied.
"You mean he didn't….." Ron started.
"He didn't do or say anything Ron, I wouldn't let him." Ginny said.
"Ohhhh Hell." Ron said, falling into a slump on the couch.
"Better fix this before Mum and Dad get…."
"What happened to the window?" Mrs. Weasley screamed from the outside.
"Bloody Hell." Ron whined and his head dropped into his hands.
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"Harry, calm down." Hermione said as the two friends apparated into Harry's Flat.
"Do not tell me to calm down. I was just attacked by my best mate, slapped by the woman I love and you have the gall to tell me to calm down?" Harry asked, in fit of rage.
"You have every right to be angry, I just don't want you to do anything rash." Hermione exclaimed.
An emotional Harry turned, grabbed Hermoine, and pulled her into a hug. "'Mione, do you know how much I love you?" Harry asked, forcing himself to calm down.
"You're like a sister to me, I care a great deal about you and would never want any harm to come to you." A red eyed Harry Potter stated.
"I love you like a brother as well, you and Ron were my first real friends." Hermione informed him a tear trickling down her left cheek.
"I can't stay here any longer. I can't be near them anymore. I loved them like they were my own family." He said, and levitated a garment bag to him.
"And I loved Ginny with all my heart." He then started throwing clothes into the bag.
"Harry." Hermione pleaded.
He pulled his Gringotts key out and the box containing a certain ring. "I want you to do something for me."
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"You should be ashamed of yourselves, both of you!" Screamed Molly Weasley.
"Ron, you attacked your best friend and sister's boyfriend without knowing what was going on." Molly exclaimed, then turned to her only daughter.
"Ginny, you've been on a short fuse all week. You've yelled at everyone including me over absolutely nothing."
"I don't know which of you I'm more disgusted with right now." Molly finished. She needed to catch her breath before continuing.
Arthur Weasley walked through the kitchen, and upon entering the living room found his lovely red-faced wife, his oldest son, and his youngest children in the living room, minus a large window.
"What happened here?" Arthur asked.
"You two explain, NOW!!!" Molly ordered.
Ginny and Ron told their father what they had done. Arthur, who knew full well why Harry had come over today, could not believe how stupid the two had been.
"Ginny, you may have just ruined your relationship with Harry forever." Arthur informed her.
"Why do you say that dad?" Ron asked. He had intended to take the blunt of the anger Harry would aim at the two Weasleys, he deserved it.
"Because your father knows what I know." Hermione chimed in as she returned to the burrow.
"'Mione, where've you been?" Ron asked.
"With Harry, trying to calm him down." She answered.
"How is he?" Ginny asked.
"He's…. He's gone." Hermione stated, tears falling from her face.
"What do you mean, where'd he go?" Ron asked.
"Away. He said he didn't think he'd ever come back. The two people he loved and trusted most attacked him, without reason." A crying Hermione related. "It took all of his willpower to gather his things, and not break down in his flat."
"He gave me the key to his vault to put something away, said he wouldn't need it anymore. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then left."
"Did you put it away?" Arthur asked the girl he had come to think of as a second daughter.
Hermione shook her head yes.
"What was it?" Ron demanded.
Arthur looked at his daughter and son. He felt bad for them, but they had brought this situation down upon themselves. Taking in a breath Arthur simply told them.
"His mother's ring. He was going to ask Ginny to marry him."Chapter 2: Ginny's Story
It was a Hogsmeade weekend and Ginny was racing to the Three Broomsticks. Harry was meeting her and they had special plans for the weekend. She had not been given all the details but knew that if Harry Potter had made the arrangements, they would indeed be special. The couple traveled by floo powder to an undisclosed location in London. Harry then blindfolded his ladylove and escorted her to their room where he had laid out the most stunning emerald green dresses and accessories Ginny had ever seen. He told her Hermione had picked all the accessories for him.
Harry left her to get dressed and told her to meet him in the dinning room when she was ready. Ginny opened a box next to the dress and found a card on top of the tissue paper.
Hope you like my choices
Ginny lifted the tissue paper and discovered black lingerie in her size. She smiled, and thought to herself that she, and Harry would have to thank Hermione for this later. When she was dressed, Ginny proceeded to the dinning room. She was taken aback at the scenery. Harry must have arranged for them to be the only ones there because the room was empty save for their table and the servers with the food. Harry was in a nice suit and turned to greet his love. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and led her by the arm to her seat. They then dined, and eventually danced. Harry had obviously paid a lot for this night and she knew that she'd never forget it.
When they were done, Harry led Ginny back to their room. He opened the door for her and kissed her hand. He then turned and looked like he was going to walk away. Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. She smiled and Harry held her closed and placed a kiss on her lips. Ginny gently pulled her lover into the room and Harry closed and locked the door behind him.
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That and so many more memories flooded Ginny's mind as she paced in her family's living room.
"How am I going to tell him?" Ginny said out loud. "We were always so careful, I don't know how this happened."
"Just tell him that you'll leave him for Malfoy if he doesn't ask you to marry him. That will get him to ask you." Fred bellowed. George was laughing hysterically at his poor sister. They had not a clue what she was mumbling about, but chimed in a playful response nonetheless.
"I'd never let anyone other than Harry touch me." Ginny yelled at her brothers. "Who are you to say anything about proposals. Angelina and Katie have been waiting for you two stupid gits to grow up, get a clue and act like men and propose."
"There are more important things in life then just having fun at another's expense." She screamed. "Why don't you act your age for once and be gentlemen. Now get out of my sight."
Fred and George had stopped laughing in the middle of Ginny's speech. Their sister had never talked to them like this. She was normally amused by their antics. The brothers lowered their heads and slunk out of the room.
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"He was going to propose." Ginny repeated.
Her father simply nodded yes.
Ginny curled into a little ball and started crying. Her mother felt bad for the girl, and it wasn't until Ginny was again on the verge of hysteria that her mother walked over to comfort her. She knew Ginny would be upset by this but there was obviously something else wrong with her.
"Ron…. You… You ha… have to find him." Ginny managed to sob.
"It won't do you any good." Hermione chimed in. "He said he was going to use a concealment spell so he would be untraceable. I'm sorry Ginny, he's gone."
"It's all my fault." Ginny said, almost screaming.
"No Gin, its mine." Ron muttered.
"It's both your faults." Bill said disgusted with them.
"That's enough Bill." Arthur decreed.
"I'll see if I can put someone on Harry's trail. There are some perks to being Minister of Magic after all." Arthur then stood and went to make the arrangements.
"Wait…." Ginny said. "I have to tell you all something. It's the reason why I've been so unbearable these past few days."
The room looked to Ginny, and she sat there for a moment, trying to gather the strength to finish what she started.
"I'm pregnant."Chapter 3: Harry's Life
Harry rode his motorcycle through the Arizona desert at top speed. He loved the feel of the air on his face on days like today. Harry had traveled to the states the day after Ginny and Ron had turned on him. That was six years ago, but he still thought of the Weasley's quite often. Before coming to America, Harry had decided he would like to live in Arizona. The area was scarcely populated and he could find time to fly on his broom and practice magic in peace. He had made contact with the United States Magical Commission prior to his arrival and they had briefed him on their rules and regulations. Some of the wizards there knew who Harry Potter was by reputation, and expedited his immigration into the country.
Magical use in the U.S. was strictly regulated but they were definitely more modern than Europe. It was considered impractical to use wands in America so a wizard formulated a way to fix that. The most common magical conduit was a bracelet for women, and rings for men. Americans had also found a way to have this enchanted jewelry access magic without an incantation or a flicking movement. Some spells required hand gestures though.
During his time away he'd sent several letters to Hermione telling her that he was ok and some of what he'd been up to. He didn't want her to worry. He refrained from using standard wizarding methods of communication in case she tried to track him down.
One Christmas Eve he'd apparated to Alaska to call her and wish her a Happy Christmas. He had requested that she be at her parents' home during a specified time. She was extremely grateful that he'd called her. She informed him that two years after his departure Ron and she finally married. He sent her his regards. Ron wasn't present for the phone call, much to Harry's relief. When she started to talk about the Weasleys Harry just told her to send his love to them and that he had to go.
Harry glanced at his watch and cursed when he realized what time it was. He'd been out too long and he was due back at the Parker's house in five minutes. He quickly pulled over to the side and with a wave of his hand he transfigured his motorcycle into something less bulky and immediately orbed to his garage. He then restored his bike, exited the garage, and walked to his neighbor's front door. He knocked and awaited a response.
"Be right there Harry." A woman's voice called out. Harry stood outside and watched as the front door to the Parker's house flew open and a little girl with black hair and green eyes tackled him. "Daddy."
Felicia Parker laughed as she watched the little girl squeal with delight as her tossed her into the air.
"Thanks for watching her for an hour Felicia."
"You know we love having her over. Anytime you need help we'll be there. I didn't hear your bike pull in otherwise I'd have been waiting for you."
"I'm sneaky, you know that." Harry said grinning.
His neighbor gave the little girl a kiss on the cheek, "Take care Amelia, and see you later Harry."
"Buh bye." Amelia replied, smiling. Harry just waved.
They entered the Potter family house and Harry placed his riding glasses, gloves, and keys on the table. Amelia walked over to the couch and climbed up. Harry couldn't believe how big his daughter was. At five-years-old Amelia looked everything like Harry and nothing like her mother. Thank God. He thought. Still as Harry looked at her he tried not to think of his ex-wife. Unfortunately that didn't work. Amelia would always remind him of her, but unlike Mel he loved Amelia.
Harry had met Melissa Cartwright shortly after his arrival in the United States and the woman turned out to be a witch, of the non-magical variety. Harry had been an emotional wreck for the first few months and she was a muggle working in the U.S. Magic Commission as an office worker. Her mother was a sorceress in charge of the Department of Magical Artifacts. Her father was an archeologist who worked with wizards to find, catalogue and store magical relics.
When they met he found Melissa to be very pleasant and extremely attractive, more so than Ginny in some ways. Harry had intrigued Mel. She had heard stories from her parents about the famous British wizard, so she asked him out to dinner. Harry, eager to forget his troubles in England readily agreed.
After a relatively short courtship Harry and Melissa were married. Two weeks after they were married she announced to her family that she was pregnant. At the time Harry was ecstatic that he was to be a father. He had always wanted a family of his own, the only nagging feeling he had was that it wouldn't be with Ginny Weasley. Though as he looked back, he realized he should have seen the signs of what was to come.
It was exactly one month after the announcement of Mel's pregnancy that everything changed. Melissa was disappearing quite often, claiming she had numerous doctor appointments, or was required to work late. Harry was getting worried about his wife. He told her quite often that too much stress and physical exertion wasn't good for the baby. Melissa seemed to ignore his remarks. One day he went to surprise her at work with a picnic lunch.
When he arrived his mother-in-law informed him that she was not only not here today but was on reduced work schedule because of her pregnancy.
"How long has this been in effect?" Harry asked.
"She's been on limited duty for about three weeks." His mother-in-law replied.
Harry said not one more word to her. He simply turned around and returned home. When he arrived he opened a bottle of wine, and poured himself a glass. By the time Mel finally returned Harry had consumed several glasses.
"How was work today?" Harry asked calmly.
"Busy, I just got out a half an hour ago." the sweating Melissa lied. The phone rang and interrupted them. Harry answered it. "Hello, yes she's here. Hold on please." He paused.
"It's your mother." he said, handing her the phone.
"Hi Mom." Mel said. "How are you? What was that?" Mel said, listening to her mother. Harry watched as Mel's face went pale.
"I'm fine yes. I'll get back to you soon mom." she said then slowly, not looking at her glaring husband, placed the phone down.
"Sooooo" Harry said in an irritated voice. "Where have you been?" He asked calmly.
"You can't lie to me Mel. If I need to I can read your thoughts." Harry reminded her. "Where have you been?"
"How dare you treat me like this I…" She stopped as Harry just glared at her. She could tell he was serious about invading her personal privacy and decided against acting like the wounded party.
"I… I've been with Jason." She said, turning away from her husband.
"Define been with." Harry requested.
Her silence told Harry everything he needed to know.
"Enlighten me, just how long has this been going on?" A rather angry Harry inquired.
"We never really ended our relationship." Mel calmly answered.
At that answer Harry completely lost his cool and tossed his wine glass at their wedding photo. The glass shattered and sent the picture to the floor. Red wine soaked into the picture.
"You mean to tell me you dated me, accepted my proposal, married me, and are having my child, but you were still seeing this Jason." Harry yelled.
"You were a distraction Harry, nothing more. I never thought Jason would actually let me marry you. I only wanted to make Jason jealous." Mel informed Harry.
"The baby's mine." Harry stated.
"I'm not sure." Mel replied coldly.
"I'm not asking, I'm telling you. I just know." Harry said, pouring himself a glass of wine in a new glass.
"You're point?" an annoyed Mel asked.
"When the baby's born I will take sole custody of MY child. You will not come near us. Furthermore if you try and interject yourself into our lives I will make you rue the day you did. Do I make myself clear?"
"What if I choose not to have the baby?" Mel threatened.
"I initiated a protection spell on the baby the moment I realized you were being unfaithful to me. You can't harm or abort the baby, no matter what you try. Oh, save yourself some money and just ask your mother, she'll tell you." Harry said.
Mel screamed profanely at Harry. She tossed several items at him that he either caught or moved out of the way of. Mel, her throat sore from yelling, tried to leave the house. The door wouldn't budge.
"One last thing before you leave here Mel, your parents are outside waiting to take you home. They heard everything we said." a smiling Harry informed her. "You were right, cell phones are great." Harry then picked up the active cell phone from the table and showed it to her.
"See you in seven and a half months." Harry told her.
Harry was normally not a vindictive person but the look of extreme displeasure on his soon to be former in-laws faces was absolutely priceless. Mel was in tears as her mother and father, glared at their daughter and escorted her out of their son-in-law's home.
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"Dad?" The little green-eyed girl said, interrupting his thoughts.
"What is it love?" She laughed every time he called her that.
"Who's Hermione?" The little girl asked.
Harry shook his head at the all to familiar name. "Where did you hear that name?"
"I found this in your room under the bed." Amelia said, pulling out a picture.
It was a wizard picture of the two friends from their sixth year. Hermione had given it to him. Amelia had started showing magical tendencies from age three so on her fifth birthday, Harry told his only daughter the truth about her father, grandparents and other grandmother's heritage.
He had told Amelia that her mother couldn't be with them, but never explained why. He just said he'd tell her when she would understand better. He did, however, make special arrangements for Mel's parents to see Amelia. It was not their fault that their daughter was a slut. He never denied them visitation, just Mel.
"She is a good friend and the closest thing I have to a sister." Harry told his daughter.
"So she's my aunt?" Amelia asked.
"I'm sure she'd love you to call her that."
"Can I meet her?" Amelia asked, her eyes, pleading with her father. "My birthday's coming up and you said we could do anything I wanted."
Harry thought about this long and hard. It had been over five years since he was last in England and he wasn't sure about returning. Although he would like to see his dearest friend again.
"I'll see what I can arrange." Harry told his daughter who was jumping for joy.
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"Hermione, telephone." Mrs. Granger informed her daughter.
Hermione Weasley was lying down resting when she heard her mother calling her. She was home visiting her parents on an extended break from teaching at Hogwarts. Ron was busy working at the ministry for the Department of Magical Games and Sports, and couldn't take any time off. Hermione was spending the rest of the week with her parents, since she was usually so busy teaching she couldn't spend much time with them.
"Hermione speaking." the tired girl answered.
"I didn't expect to actually find you there 'Mione, how are you?" The voice on the other end asked.
"In the flesh, so to speak." he joyfully replied.
"How are you, its been ages." she happily answered.
"I know, I'm sorry about that but I've been very busy. Listen, I…. I'd really like to see you. Are you free anytime this month for a visit?" Harry inquired.
"Yeah, I'm free. When would you be arriving?" she asked.
"How long are you going to be at your folk's place?" he asked, not directly answering her question.
"I'll be here for another week." she responded.
"I'll give you a call there when I arrive. 'Mione, please don't…."
"No one will know, I promise." Hermione reassured him.
"Thanks love." He said playfully. "We'll see you soon." And he hung up the phone.
"Who's we?" Hermione tried to ask but the connection was already lost.
Hermione hung up the phone and her head fell back on the pillows laying on the bed. She looked over to her right and saw a moving photo of her, Ron and Harry from their first year at Hogwarts. Next to it was a photo of Harry, Ginny, Ron, and herself paired off, couples smiling and hugging. The final photo was a picture of the Weasley and Granger families last Christmas. The Weasley family had grown some in the last five years. Fred, George, Bill, Percy, and Ron were all married. She looked at her finger, her wedding ring still shining like the day Ron had given it to her.
Bill was the first boy to have a child. None of the others had had children of their own. As she looked at the picture Ginny and twins were sitting there looking happy. Hermione knew that Christmas was about the only time she smiled. She put on a happy face for her two little ones with the help of her brothers, Molly and Arthur. Hermione and her parents never allowed the Weasleys to find out that Harry had been in contact with them over the years per Harry's request. As 'Mione looked at the picture she wondered if she should break her word to her best friend, in the hopes that he would return to the family that had shattered his heart, and hopefully, hopefully, mend it.
No, I better wait until I find out who 'we' is exactly. Hermione thought to herself.