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Hallucinations. by sweetredrose
Chapter 1 : You're Still The One
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Disclaimer – I own nothing except the plot, the characters, setting etc all belong to JKR. If I had my way, they’d be mine. *Grumbles*

A.N: My first Harry/Ginny fic! I hope you all enjoy. It is also my first song fic, so I’m sorry if it ends up a mess. This was just a spur of the moment thing, ya know? I get these often. I was listening to Shania Twain because I felt like listening to some songs which remind me of my childhood. =) So I was listening to Celine Dion, Shania Twain, Dusty Springfield and Lisa Stansfield because they used to be some of my mums favourites and they would be playing downstairs when I awoke in the mornings. I was also listening to Leanne Rimes, Billie Piper, Sheryl Crow etc because my sister liked them. =)
Oh and please, bear in mind that Dumbledore is not dead yet. This story takes place around Ginny’s 6th year at Hogwarts. And it is very AU.
The lyrics in this story are by Shania Twain – You’re Still The One.
Anyways, on with the story…

You’re Still The One
- Sweetredrose

Ginny sat back in her comfortable wooden rocking chair and sighed, deep in thought.

“Grandmother?” A voice chirped, disturbing her.

She opened her eyes. Three green-eyed, red-haired children were peering innocently at her.

“Hello, dears.” She greeted them, smiling at her grandchildren.

“Grandmother – what are you thinking about?” The eldest, Ashon, asked.

He was a tall fifteen-year year old boy, with respect for his superiors. He was a good child and took authority over his younger siblings. His eyes had been inherited from his mother, although he had gotten his hair from his father’s side of the family.

“I was just thinking back to the days when your grandfather and I went to Hogwarts,” She informed her grandchildren, gazing at them through her sparkling hazel eyes.

All three of them had the same eyes, same hair; green eyes, red hair.

Her son, Jordan, was their father. He had found a girlfriend at Hogwarts; Amelia Foster, and they had produced her three beautiful grandchildren.

The children now sat around the fire, gazing at her. She smiled broadly.

“Tell us a story, Grandma!” The youngest, Jennifer, exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. Jennifer was seven years old.

Her brother, Talon, who was twelve, nodded in agreement.

“Oh, alright then,” Ginny sighed, pretending it was a huge effort “I’ll start with when your Grandfather and I first got together…”

Ginny walked down the corridor, hand-in-hand with Harry Potter. Her brother, Ron Weasley, was on Harry’s left, occasionally knocking shoulders with Harry. Ron had taken to following the pair of them around, making sure they weren’t up to no good.

They had been together for almost two weeks now, and were getting sick and tired of Ron following them around.

“Ron, cant you leave us alone for two minutes?” Ginny asked, impatiently.

“Yeah, haven’t you got some girl to be off with?” Harry agreed.

Ron glared at them through his hazel eyes.

“You know full well that I haven’t got a girlfriend.” He muttered.

“Where’s Hermione?” Ginny asked.

“Out with a boy.” Ron asked.

“Oh, that Ravenclaw guy?” Ginny asked, interested.

Ron nodded.

“Hm.” Ginny though hard, trying to think of another way to get Ron away.

“What about Lavender Brown?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Look, I don’t care if you’re trying to get me away from you, ‘cause it’s not going to work!” Ron replied, stubbornly, “I am not letting my sister and my best friend, who, incidentally, are going out together, be ALONE together.”

Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Its not like we’re gonna end up having sex, Ronald!” She exclaimed, “Just let us have some peace for a while – half an hour at the least!”

“You’d have enough time to –”

“RON!” Ginny yelled, “We aren’t even READY to do that, and we’ve been going out a week – I’m not THAT easy!”

Ron sighed.

“Fine,” He muttered, “Half an hour.”

He strolled off, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

Harry smiled and turned to Ginny, pushing a strand of red hair from her eyes.

“We finally got rid of him.” He stated.

Ginny grinned.

“Harry – I…I really like you,” She whispered, stepping closer to him, “I believe that we’re going to make a fantastic couple, no matter what anyone says.”

Harry smiled.

“They all doubted us the first week we started going out.” He muttered, stepping towards her.

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong,

“I guess we proved them wrong,” Ginny said, closing the space between them.

“I guess we did.” Harry breathed. She was intoxicatingly close to him, and he couldn’t stand it.

He crashed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. Ginny returned the kiss, making the most of it.

The kissed feverishly for two whole minutes before braking apart.
“I love you,” Ginny stated. It was a bit quick to be saying that already, after only two weeks, but she had known him much longer and had known that she had loved him for a while.

“I love you too,” Harry replied, before their lips were glued together again.

Twenty minutes later, they were still engrossed in each other. Ginny was rubbing her hands up Harry’s arms, and he had his hands on either side of her face, kissing her gently.

Ron stood behind them, an eyebrow raised.

He cleared his throat.

Ginny and Harry leapt apart and stared at Ron through guilty eyes.

“I did not want to see that.” Ron commented.

Ginny giggled nervously. Harry remained quiet, in case he said the wrong thing and it set Ron off.

“Oh look,” A voice drawled, “The newest couple in school…and the third wheel.”

The three whipped around to face Draco Malfoy and his gang.

“Malfoy,” Harry sneered.

“How nice it is to see you again, Potter,” Draco smirked, winking at his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, the school slut.

“I am not a third wheel.” Ron muttered, angrily.

Malfoy snorted.

“Give them some space, Weasley, I’m sure your sister doesn’t want you following her and her boyfriend around everywhere.” Pansy said.

“Yeah, it makes you look like even more of a loser, if that’s even possible.” Theodore Nott murmured in a deep voice.

“Leave him alone.” Ginny said, glaring at the loathsome Slytherins.

“Ahh, always wanting a piece of fame, aren’t you, Weasley?” Malfoy looked at Ginny, his eyes sparkling.

Ginny took Harry’s hand.

“Ahh how sweet!” Draco jeered.

[You’re still the one]
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
[You're still the one]
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ginny smiled at her grandchildren, who were now peering up at her.

“Is Draco Malfoy related to Travis Malfoy?” Ashon asked, apprehensively.

Ginny nodded.

“He is indeed,” She said, “It seems the boy has inherited the Malfoy arrogance.”

Ashon smirked.

“Definitely,” He agreed.

A while later, Ginny and Harry were celebrating their one-year anniversary with a picnic by the lake.

Ginny was gazing intently into Harry’s green eyes, intrigued, when a voice appeared out of nowhere.

“It’s never going to work.”

Ginny and Harry looked up.

A vengeful Hannah Abbott was standing over them, her face contorted in disgust.

Harry leapt up, Ginny following suit, wand out.

“Leave us alone, Hannah.” Harry warned her.

“Oh, Harry, how could you stoop so low?” Hannah whined, “She’s your best friends little sister! I could be much better…I’d give you anything you wanted: sex, presents…”

Harry stared at the Hufflepuff girl in shock. He would never had guessed she was so easy.

“It wont work, Harry,” She went on, ignoring Ginny, “You’ll never make it…She’ll ruin it all.”

Hannah was desperate now.

“GO AWAY!” Ginny yelled, furious at the girl.

Hannah jumped about a foot into the air. She had forgotten Ginny was still there. She stormed back up the slope back to her friends.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Harry sighed, taking Ginny’s hands in his own, “We’ve been going out a year now, that’s a long time…You make my life complete, Ginny…I love you.”

Ginny smiled and wrapped her arms around Harry. Harry hugged her back, wrapping his strong arms around her petite body protectively.

“I love you too.”

Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'

They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong,

Ten years on, Harry and Ginny were still together, and had a beautiful two-month old son, Jordan. They had been married two years previously. It had been a beautiful ceremony, with just a few friends and family to witness it.

“Harry, could you get me another diaper?” Ginny called through to the back room. Harry walked through, handing her the nappy and watching her appreciatively. He smiled.

“I adore you, Ginny.” He said shortly.

Ginny fixed the nappy around Jordan.

She looked up and smiled and Harry.

“You know I’d do anything for you?”

Ginny nodded.

Harry sighed deeply before continuing.

“There’s something I have to do.” Harry said, his vivid green eyes twinkling sadly as they bore into Ginny’s.

Ginny’s brow creased into a frown.

“There’s a new dark wizard,” Harry explained, “He calls himself Blatzemus. He says he’ll only give up if I agree to battle him,” Ginny blinked. Harry continued, “Otherwise…he’ll blow up the whole world. He knows how to do it…And there’s absolutely nothing we can do to stop him, except let him battle with me.”

Ginny gasped.

“B-But what if…”

“If I die?” Harry asked, “I don’t know. Just make sure Jordan knows I love him, and that I did this for him…and you.”

Harry bent down and kissed Ginny gently on the lips.

[You're still the one]
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
[You're still the one]
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night,

Talon gasped.

“We did about Blatzemus in History of Magic!” He exclaimed.

Ginny nodded.

“He was an awful man.”

Twenty years on, Ginny stood, a frail 46 year-old women, over her husband’s grave.

“I love you, Harry,” She said, dropping a bunch of flowers to his grave. A tear fell with them.

It was the day before her son, Jordan, was to be married.

“I’m sorry you can’t be here,” She sighed, “I know you did this for us all, but I just wish you didn’t do that, and that we all died together. I don’t think I will be able to cope without you tomorrow. Jordan will miss you so much.”

[You're still the one]
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
[You're still the one]
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night,

And now, another twenty years on, Ginny sat telling the story of the love of her life to her grandchildren.

“Your grandfather was a great man,” He informed the children, “Never doubt that. Whatever anyone says, never doubt that. He did a lot for this world, and we cant thank him anymore for that. Now, off to bed with you.”

She stood up and hurried them up the stairs.

“Mother?” A voice whispered from the doorway.

“Hello, Jordan,” Ginny smiled at her son.

Jordan walked towards his mother and held her in his arms, tight.

“I love you, mum.” He said, before following his children up the stairs.

Ginny smiled, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing.

She was a frail old women now. She just wished Harry was here with her.

She crossed the room and picked up a picture of herself and Harry. It had been taken on his 21st birthday.

She set her eyes on Harry and felt tears well up in her eyes.

Harry was staring up at her, a smile across his face. A younger version of her was pressing soft pink lips against his cheek.

She stroked her thumb over Harry’s face and felt a lurching feeling in her stomach.

She set the picture down on the table and fell to the floor.

She leant against the wall and began to sob uncontrollably.

“Ginny,” A voice whispered.

She looked up and stared.

Harry Potter had just materialized in front of her.

“Harry,” She stated.

“You know I’m still here with you, Ginny,” Harry said. Ginny nodded, “We made it this far. I’ve followed you everywhere.”

Harry crossed the room and sat down in the chair of which Ginny had previously occupied.

“Our son’s wedding. The birth of our grandchildren…I was there, watching,” Harry looked into the fire, “Its time for you to move on, Ginny…Come to the afterlife with me.”

Ginny stared in shock.

“H-Harry, I cant…Jordan…Our grandchildren…they’d be devastated.”

Harry stood up.

“Have it your way.”

He smiled grimly and blew her a kiss.

And then he was gone.

“Whom were you just talking to?” Amelia asked, leaning against the doorframe. She looked concerned.

Setting two mugs down on the coffee table, Amelia walked towards Ginny and put her arms around the delicate old women.

“He’s always with you, Ginny,” Amelia reassured her mother-in-law, “Always in your heart.”

Ginny smiled and kissed the women’s forehead.

“You had better take that coffee up to Jordan, my dear, or he will be worried about you.”

I’m so glad we made it
Look how far we’ve come, my baby.

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