This is my last chapter. Perhaps I will make a sequal (I haven't decided). Enjoy ;)
Wish Came True
A noise so sad and sweet surrounded her and became magnified in the emptiness, disturbing the serenity of the atmosphere.
Come back Gin, come back to me- come back to your son…he needs you Ginny
My son the words pierced her soul. I have a son…
Ginny reached out from the darkness to where she could hear low, pulsating beeps.
I've got you Gin he grasped her and pulled her quickly from the darkness.
The blur of brightness softened into shapes and colors.
Harry's brilliant smile and emerald eye filled with warm tears swam above her. "You came back to me."
Ginny didn't need to speak as their eyes locked, in shock, disbelief, longing, and love. Within moments her lips were upon his. She didn't know how in those few minutes she was breathing, but she didn't care.
Harry nuzzled his forehead against hers. Ginny was struggling to concentrate on her breathing while Harry stroked her hair and continued to kiss her face and neck tenderly. Her entire body was turning into mush within his hands. Harry felt Ginny's head nodding on his shoulder, and he gingerly laid her back onto the bed. He made a move to rise, but Ginny, still panting, grasped his hand desperately. Harry chuckled to himself, obliging with little resistance to rest down behind her, wrapping his arms about her until he was spooning her from behind.
Ginny's heart revived itself automatically hours later. Her fears were subsided when she felt Harry's comforting warmth about her. Snuggling back into his embrace, Ginny let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"How are you feeling love?"
"Perfect" Ginny smiled, leaning back for kiss.
Ginny's aching body collapsed back onto the bed in pain as fire sprung up in her abdomen. Harry's voice cooed comforting words in her ears.
"I'm so sorry Gin, the doctor says you'll be sore for a while…delivering the baby took a lot out of you…oh Gin I'm so sorry, I love you so much…"
Ginny's eyes flashed open.
"Where is the baby?" she croaked, stifling the pain with the thoughts of her firstborn child. Ginny hastily made a move to rise.
"Careful" Harry's arms were about her, hoisting her up.
Within moments, Harry was walking towards a bassinette near the bed. How could Ginny have missed that precious contraption that held the life she had been carrying around inside of her?
"Would you like to see your son?"
Ginny nodded through tears.
Harry gingerly drew out a bundle of blue. His eyes lit up when he looked into the bundle, his fingers drawing away the fabric.
Harry silently laid the child in Ginny's arms. Ginny immediately burst into tears as she saw the sleeping form of her son…her son…
She peeked further over the blanket at the thick tufts of jet black hair.
"A spitting image of his father"
Harry sat beside her on the bed, embracing her and holding her weak body up.
"What will be his name?" she looked at Harry with loving, hopeful eyes.
"I was thinking of the name you suggested, James…"
Ginny's eyes spilled over. "It's perfect." She drew out the small fingers from the warm blanket and held the tiny soft fingers within her own.
"…and Frederick, for his middle name…"
Ginny's head shot up at the utterance of her fallen brother.
"Harry, I-" Ginny bit her lip, overcome with emotion. She looked down at her baby, her son. Her chest swelled with love, and an insurmountable happiness she had never known…
"Thank you Ginny…for giving me the world…" Harry whispered, kissing her hair.
Ginny startled, looking up at her Harry "But where shall our little world live?"
Harry smiled crookedly. "I think I found a place perfect for our family."
"Family?" Ginny choked on the words.
The long postponed wedding occurred that late June when Ginny fully recovered. Hermione held James in the front row with Ron, the Weasleys, classmates and Order members – and the family and friends that could not make it, who were watching from some place else, were given an honorary seat in the front row of the ceremony.
It was the happiest days of Harry's life, aside from learning of Ginny's pregnancy, and the night- the only night – he had laid with Ginny. The gossamer lace lightly flowing in front of Ginny's face, her glowing smile, the radiance of her beauty that could not even be outdone by the old-fashioned lace wedding gown, - Harry knew these images were imprinted on his memory for life.
Harry presented at the wedding his mother's antique ring with the wedding band. Ginny, surprised, refused to wear it – saying that her love for Harry was more than a ring – but upon further coaxing from Harry who vowed his mother would be ecstatic to see it on her hand, she agreed with all the love in her heart. Harry had hoped Lupin would be alive to do the honors of conducting the ceremony, but now that the last of the Marauders was gone, Harry asked Bill to execute their vows. Ron stood beside Harry, as best man, and Ginny had chosen Luna as her maid of honor, with Hermione close behind holding their son.
The reception was dazzling. From twilight after the ceremony, until the late hours of the night, the reception went on in the field where the old Weasley house once stood. Ginny thought it fit to clean up the remains, and hold the reception in the direct spot where their house used to stand. It was her home, and was forever a part of her. The dead tree beside the house was decorated in a thousand white lights. The trees surrounding the house were doused in white lights and paper lanterns with faeries that Fleur was able to conjure for the occasion. The large white tent was surrounded by twinkling lights, held white glittering table clothes, a white three tiered cake with gold and maroon flowers, white and yellow candles, and a small sparkling glittering fountain of butterbeer. James was constantly being passed around, coo-d over, kissed and coddled, and spent most of the night content sleeping with Mrs. Weasley who was relishing in having her first grandchild. Towards midnight there were colorful bewitched fireworks, compliments of George who claimed his brother, whom he knew better than anyone in the family, would have been ecstatic to be there.
The event was better than Yule Ball, although Ginny did dance with Neville – her old dance partner and best friend. It was an event everyone wanted to attend, and which Harry and Ginny wanted to share with everyone – especially in light of the dark events that only passed two months prior.
There was enough laughing and happiness, and drunkenness, to carry everyone into the future. Not a tear was shed, except for in the remembrance of the fallen. And during the toast, when Ron got up to say a few words for his best mate, whom he couldn't imagine a better fit for his little sister, he got down on one knee and proposed to Hermione Granger. There was even more merriment afterwards, and Harry who was in on the proposal, had prepared a separate tent for Ron and Hermione to celebrate in. For his two best friends, he always felt deeply indebted – for their continuous encouragement, how they never left his side, and making him laugh when he was at his darkest hours.
And while Ginny kept wondering in her teenage youth, what was now to come for her – now that Ron and Hermione were engaged, not that she was Mrs. Potter,…Harry had an answer for that too. As they gazed up at the fireworks with James in their arms, Harry whispered in her ear of a cottage, not far off…secluded with enough foliage that they could raise a normal family. It had a backyard, a garden, a nearby pond, it was close to the new Weasley manor being built for the 'grandparents,' it was close to where Ron and Hermione were going to live…
The doorway of the cottage was in plain sight, just beyond the fur trees. He stepped foreword with caution, not wanting to disturb the radiant calm that emanated from the dwelling. He could hear her humming in the distance, a familiar song she once hummed to him during a time of dwindling hope, only a year and a half ago. His heart leapt into his warm throat, choking him in love struck innocence. His gait quickened past the rose bushes and wild country flowers his wife refused to tame- swearing by their natural and uncontrollable beauty.
"She walks, in beauty like the night…on cloudless nights and starry skies…"
Strong arms wrapped around her petite figure. Startled, she dropped her dish back into the soap water before melting into those familiar arms.
"Sleeping…he's had a long day"
He chuckled, planting kisses along her neck. His hands wandered in curiosity down her form.
"Harry!" she cried, laughing whilst turning to face him. His eyes danced with scandalous lust.
"You know what I absolutely love about you?"
"What?" she grinned.
"…I still can't seem to get enough of you…and I love, the fact that you're all mine"
Ginny blushed profusely, her face falling into redness.
"And I've only counted the freckles on…part of your body-"
"Harry Potter! You are NOT counting the freckles on my bum!"
"Oh, but you have a beautiful bum" he grinned. Ginny giggled and let him whisk her into his arms and carry her up to their room. "Besides,…I want a little girl."
Ginny grinned, burying her face in his chest. "Your wish has already come true" Her hand rested on her stomach.