Chapter 6 : My Life: The Fairytale Gone Horrendously Wrong - Evil Witch Included
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A/N: Special thanks to Scriblerian for editing this chapter for me, you truly are a lifesaver!
Slowly she shuffled through the papers and found a blank piece of parchment. She grabbed a quill and started to write.
I know this may come as quite a shock………
Ginny looked down at the piece of parchment with a heavy sigh before crumpling the letter in her hand. She looked around for another piece of fresh parchment and grabbed another piece from the night stand. Ginny sat there for awhile, desperately trying to form an intelligent sounding letter in her mind.
How in the world do I even write a letter like this, Ginny thought with frustration. It’s not like I can write, Surprise, I’m pregnant! By the way, you’re the father, sorry I never told you! I have just been so hectic in the last five months!
Fighting back another sigh, Ginny picked up the quill and started over, vowing to write the letter now.
I know that this letter will come as quite a shock, for more than one reason, and I am so sorry. There are no words to explain why I have waited this long to write, and I know that you owe me nothing. I will completely understand if you choose to disregard this letter and pretend that you never heard from me. With that said, I have something to tell you, and I hope that you can understand why I have waited until now to tell you. Harry, I’m pregnant. I realize that writing you a letter isn’t the best approach when you have news like this, but I have no choice. I know this all sounds like a joke gone bad from my prank playing brothers, but it is all true. I can’t explain everything to you right now Harry, and I am sorry for that, but some things just need to be said in person. Please contact Hermione. She can tell you where I am. There are things that need to be said. I need you Harry, more than I ever needed another person.
I never stopped loving you Harry. No matter what happens, or what you decide, I need you to know that. I never did, and I never will.
With a sigh of relief, Ginny set down her quill and looked at the letter in her hand. With trembling hands, she folded the parchment and addressed it to Harry. She was about to summon an owl to take the letter away when Bill burst into the room. Quickly she stuffed the letter in a pile of papers on the night stand, determined to send the letter later when she had a moment of privacy.
“Ginny,” Bill yelled as he entered the room.
“Bill,” Ginny replied loudly.
“We need to talk,” he said with a firm look.
“Apparently,” Ginny replied with a smirk. “Do you mind if we talk instead of shout?”
“I’m being serious here Ginny,” he stated grumpily.
“Bill,” she said calmly. “I have no idea what in the hell you are rambling about, so for my sanity, could you please just start this joyous lecture.”
“I just wanted…..” Bill trailed off. “I just wanted to let you know that we will be here for you. We would have taken care of Harry for you Ginny. I just had to let you know that no matter what happens, you’ll always be my sister. No matter what you do, I’ll always be here for you. I’m sorry that you have to deal with this alone, and at this age. I wish I could have protected you forever. I wish I could have stopped this from happening.”
“Oh Bill,” she sighed. “You couldn’t have stopped this from happening. We both wanted this. I made the decision to leave Harry, he has no idea. You don’t know how much I need that though. You always made everything better.”
“Scoot over,” Bill instructed as he sat on the edge of Ginny’s bed. “I guess that is what big brothers are for. Just promise me one thing. Don't forget who you are Ginny, and never ever give up on your dreams.”
“Bloody hell,” Ginny giggled. “I didn’t know you became a motivation speaker Bill! That was quite possibly the cheesiest line I have ever heard anyone deliver. How about next time you don’t quote the well-known best-seller What to Say When A Famous Wizard Knocks-up Your Little Sister.”
“You are such a prat,” Bill laughed.
They sat there for a long time laughing, as Bill entertained Ginny with stories, trying to keep her mind off the situation at hand. When Bill finally left, Ginny gave a sad smile and turned off the lamp. As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, the note lay within the stack of papers, completely forgotten.
While Ginny was having no trouble drifting to sleep, elsewhere, Harry was lying in his hotel bed wide awake. It had been months since he had spoken to Ginny, and it was eating him up inside. Sure, he was enjoying his new career as a professional Quidditch player, but at the end of the day, he still headed to an empty apartment. It didn’t matter that he was famous. That didn’t warm his bed at night, or make him a homemade meal.
Even more disturbing was the amount of attention he was receiving from Cho. Sure they worked around each other, but he was positive that she spent more time around him than any other player on the team. He had always assumed she was still upset about the way things had ended up between them after their brief affair at Hogwarts. In fact he had been a little leery of hiring Mr. Cho, despite his impeccable resume, because of the issue. Mr. Cho had reassured him that those things were in the past, Cho had grown up and moved past the pain of losing Cedric.
With a heavy groan he climbed out of his bed and headed down to the hotel lobby in an attempt to find some butterbeer to help soothe his nerves for the game tomorrow. Just as he walked out of his room, he ran into another guest with incredible speed.
“I am so sorry,” he apologized as he bent down to help the person up. All he could make out was a womanly figure with dark hair.
“It’s okay,” she replied. “I know you have a lot on your mind Harry.”
“Cho?” Harry questioned as he recognized her voice. Slowly she lifted up her head and gave him a sheepish grin.
“Guilty,” she replied. “I never have been the most graceful woman in the wizarding world.”
“I just had my mind on other things, it was all my fault,” Harry explained.
“Other things, or a certain woman with striking red hair and a herd of brothers?” Cho asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s just hard to let go sometimes,” Harry replied. “Hey, I was heading down to go find some butterbeer to help me sleep, care to help me hunt some down?”
“Actually,” Cho said with a smile. “I have some in my room, how ironic, would you like to join me?”
“I don’t know if that is the best idea Cho,” Harry frowned.
“Harry,” Cho giggled. “We are both adults here. Besides it’s just a bottle of butterbeer, what are you scared of?”
“You’re right,” Harry said. “Of course I’ll join you in your room.”
“I was hoping you would say that,” Cho smirked. She turned and headed back towards her room, and Harry followed, trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing.
Once they reached the room, Cho let them in and Harry took a seat on the edge of the bed while Cho rummaged around. Slowly she stood up with a sheepish grin and held up a decanter of liquid.
“Whoops,” she laughed. “I guess I thought this Firewhiskey was butterbeer. My mistake. Do you still want some Harry?”
“Well,” Harry hesitated, a vision of Ginny dancing through his mind. In an instant that image was replaced with one of Ginny and Draco in a heated embrace. “Yes, I think that would definitely help right now.”
“Here you go,” Cho whispered as she handed Harry a large glass of Firewhiskey. “This should help.”
“I bloody hope so,” Harry answered as he took a large gulp and grimaced. “I can’t get her out of my head. She's there when I sleep, when I wake up, when I am playing Quidditch, all the time. I don’t know how to make it stop.”
“I am so sorry Harry,” Cho said as she sat next to Harry on the bed, watching as he took another large gulp of Firewhiskey. “I know how it feels to lose someone you love. You never fully recover Harry. It’s a pain so deep, and nobody can relieve the pain, but sometimes it helps to have a friend to talk to Harry. I can be that friend. I can help you forget what she did to you. I can help you forget the pain.”
“Why Cho?” Harry asked confused as he drained the glass. His eyes were glassy, and he could feel the Firewhiskey running through his veins. “Why would you want to help me? After everything that happened between us, why would you want to help at all?”
“Because,” she replied as she leaned closer, her breath hot on his cheek. “You deserve better Harry. You deserve someone who will treat you right. Someone who can satisfy your every need and want.”
“I don’t know what’s happening here Cho,” Harry said foggily. “What are you trying to imply?”
“I think you know who I am implying Harry,” Cho whispered seductively.
“Who?” he asked suspiciously.
“Me,” she said softly as she moved her body against him. “I can make you forget her Harry. I can be everything you’ve always wanted. Let me Harry...let me help you forget.”
Before Harry could protest, she wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her lips against his. Harry tried to fight the feelings, but he couldn’t fight the Firewhiskey that was drumming through his system. Soon he was reacting, as he pushed his hands through her long mane of hair and pushed his own mouth roughly against hers. She let out a whimper as they came up for a breath of fresh air, her eyes dancing with pleasure as she looked at the man in front of her. She leaned back in and whispered in his ear softly.
“Harry,” she purred. “Now it’s time to really forget Ginny Weasley.”
Ginny woke up the next morning when Hermione came in with a platter of breakfast food from the hospital cafeteria for her. She gave Hermione a smile as she saw the assortment of food that she had brought for her to eat. As she was starting her breakfast, she decided to fill Hermione in on the details of last night.
“Remus came to visit me last night,” Ginny started. “He said things that made a lot of sense, and I decided to write Harry.”
“You did?” Hermione asked shocked. “That’s wonderful Ginny! Did you already send him a letter?”
“No,” Ginny replied. “I have it written though, I just need to send it by post.”
“Do you think he’ll really get it?” Hermione questioned. “I mean, his advisor was really strange about the whole situation last time.”
“Oh my god,” Ginny yelled as realization hit. “You’re right, maybe I shouldn’t even send the letter Hermione. What if it causes this huge mess, and he would have never wanted to know anyways?”
“That’s not what I meant Ginny,” Hermione answered exasperatedly. “I just thought it might be hard to get a hold of the real Harry Potter, not the fake Harry Potter advisor who answers mail."
“No,” Ginny decided. “You’re right, I can’t send that letter. I’ll just destroy it now before it falls into the wrong hands.”
“Ginny,” Hermione tried to reason. “No, I think you should send the letter.”
Ginny completely ignored Hermione as she searched the night stand for the letter she had written the previous night. All she could find was a few blank pieces of parchment, and the crumpled letter she had destroyed last night. She started to panic. The letter wasn’t there anymore...anybody could have that letter now. For all she knew it would be splashed across the next edition of Witch Weekly. Ginny’s face drained as she imagined the headlines, Teenage Witch Pregnant With Harry Potter’s Love Child.
“What’s wrong Ginny?” Hermione asked as she studied Ginny’s pale face.
“The letter,” Ginny whispered. “It’s gone. The letter is gone.”
“What do you mean?” Hermione questioned, a confused look on her face.
“Usually when something is gone, it means it isn’t here anymore,” Ginny started sarcastically. “I could look up the exact definition for you, if you care to use it in a sentence later.”
“That attitude is not helping Ginny,” Hermione replied in frustration. “I bet the nurses took it when they tidied up your room this morning.”
“Why are they tidying up my room?” Ginny asked heatedly.
“Because it’s their job Ginny,” Hermione replied, her annoyance with Ginny at a breaking point. “Maybe tomorrow you could leave them a note saying, I am a crazy hormonal pregnant woman, please don’t move my things. Now, I will go look for this disappearing letter, can you describe it for me?”
“Well, it was a piece of parchment, and it was folded up,” Ginny started. “Oh yeah, it was addressed to Harry Potter.”
“Fine,” Hermione yelled. “Go ahead and be sarcastic. I am going to go look for your precious note, and when I come back maybe they will have sedated you! Otherwise I am going to come back and tape your bloody mouth shut!”
Ginny leaned back with a groan as Hermione marched out of the hospital room. Not only had she angered her best friend, and the woman who could cast a pain-free charm during the delivery, but she had also lost the letter to Harry. Which she was now unsure of whether or not she was now going to send. Not to mention her face would soon be posted all over the bloody Witch Weekly Magazine when her letter was found by some snot-nosed little reporter.
This is it, Ginny thought. I have actually entered hell. No doubt about it, I am truly there.
Once Hermione left Ginny’s room, she headed down to the nurse’s station at the end of the hallway. She slipped in and began looking through the mess of papers on the counter. Most of the time the nurse’s helped the healers by cleaning the rooms. She was snooping through a pile when a dark-haired nurse walked into the room.
“Can I help you find something?” the nurse asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes,” Hermione said professionally. “I am working on the Weasley case, and the poor girl happened to misplace a very important letter. Where could I find that?”
“Oh dear,” the nurse answered nervously. “That letter was sent this morning. It was already addressed so we figured it just needed to be sent off. I hope that was all right.”
“Perfect,” Hermione murmured with a smile. “You did the right thing, thanks.”
With that Hermione strolled out of the nurse’s station with a grin covering her face. If she had found the letter, she had been planning on sending it to Harry herself, but now the deed had already been done. All they had to do now was wait. Wait for Harry to receive the letter and come running. She knew he would be here instantly. He would do anything for Ginny. After all, he still hadn’t recovered from the end of their relationship, now had he?
The sun was just beginning to rise when Cho woke up and looked across her bed to see a sleeping Harry lying next to her. She was just about to move closer to him when he opened his eyes and looked at her with shock. After a moment he jumped up and looked around, clearly surprised at where he was and who he was with.
“What happened here?” Harry asked, his head pounding from last night’s drink.
“You know what happened Harry,” Cho replied with a smile. “I’m a little hurt that you even have to ask.”
“Cho,” he started. “This was a mistake. I let the alcohol take control. I am so sorry.”
“I’m not,” she replied with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re not?” Harry asked. “But, we don’t belong together. I belong with Ginny...this wasn’t the right thing to do.”
“How do you know we don’t belong together Harry?” she questioned. “I certainly don’t see Ginny here with you. Why are you fighting this?”
“This was wrong,” Harry started. “You know that Cho. You know as well as I do that this was really wrong. I think you are a sweet girl, and some man will be very lucky someday, but I’m not that man.”
“We’ll see about that,” Cho said to herself as Harry headed for her bathroom. She sat back down on the bed with a heavy sigh. She hadn’t expected him to fight her so much this morning. She had assumed he would accept her story, which he had, but she thought this would be the beginning to something between them.
It’ll be okay, she thought. You're the only one who remembers what actually happened last night. You are the only one who remembers that Harry passed out, and all you did was sleep in the same bed. I am just going to have to try harder to get rid of that Weasley girl. He is still too attached to the idea of him and her together.
As Cho was thinking to herself an owl appeared at the window. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear him tapping on the glass. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a hoot at the window, and she slowly got up and opened it. After she took the letter from the owl and sent him on his way, she looked at the parchment in her hands. It was addressed to Harry, and she almost fainted when she saw who had sent the letter. Ginny Weasley. She panicked. Everything was finally falling into place. Ginny had given up Harry...she couldn’t just take him back again.
So without a moments thought, and without another look at the letter, Cho raised her wand and set a corner of the parchment on fire. She watched entranced as the fire ate away at the letter, never knowing the importance of the letter she was destroying. Never knowing that back at St. Mungo’s a young and scared teenager was eagerly awaiting the return of the father of her child. Never knowing that she was splitting up what could have been a very happy family. Never knowing, that with one choice, she was destroying the happiness of a man and a woman who belonged together.
A/N: Big thanks to all of you loyal readers, hope everyone enjoyed this latest chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read, have a wonderful day. As always reviews are appreciated, thanks again so much, you all make my day! Just a friendly reminder, despite how much we hate Cho right now, make sure those reviews are 12+! Thanks again for reading!
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