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A/n: Forsake – leave, desert; abandon
A reminder: ~*~|*|~*~ separates the present whilst ~*~ separates the past.
Chapter: Forsaking Flower [Part 1]
“Harry!” Ginny had appraised him with a smile.
Harry nodded to her. “Ginny.”
“What’s happened to Cicily?” she asked lightly.
He knew that she wanted to know where she was not what had just happened. Harry felt like a piece of him had been taken away, but since he was stubborn he dared not think of pleading her to come back with him. It had after all been his fault though…
“Harry? What’s up?” Ginny wondered, now trying to catch his attention.
He snapped out of his thoughts. “What?”
“You looked like you were somewhere else. Now, where’s Cicily?” she asked again, but more softly.
Harry answered, “With her parents.”
“Right… I was wondering why she left you behind, but… oh… never mind,” she sighed and played with a loose carrot-red curl.
Harry took the curl and placed it behind her ear without a single thought of doing it. She bit her lip as she looked up at him.
“Bugger, I need something,” he hissed to himself, but to Ginny he asked, “Where’re the drinks?”
Her brown eyes widened, but she pointed them out. “Over there beside the food trays.”
“Thanks,” he told her and then left.
Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. She had thought that he was going to kiss her… but that was all over. She now had Markus to take care of her.
~*~|*|~*~
Once he had arrived at the drinks area, Hermione was at his side trying to pick out a juice.
“Harry,” she acknowledged him.
Harry greeted her soberly, “Hermione.”
“What’s wrong with you and what’s wrong with Cicily?” she asked as she checked the labels of the cans.
He told her, “Nothing, I guess…”
“Right, ‘nothing’ is really ‘anything’,” she murmured sarcastically, “Tell you what, Harry? Cicily was taken inside the house a moment ago and she was crying and guess what I saw?”
“What?”
“She didn’t have her ring on. How is that for ‘nothing’?” Hermione wondered.
“Bugger…”
Hermione put her hands on her hips as she pointed a finger at his chest and hissed angrily, “Don’t you ‘bugger’ me. You know better than to do that, Harry. Look at what happened! What exactly did you do to her?”
“Nothing. I did nothing,” he answered lightly.
Hermione let her shoulders slump as she finally took a cup of water. “I’ve always wondered why those two girls,” she gestured toward Ginny and then the house, “were after you without even thinking about the fame that you have or the loss of anger management that you have.”
She then left him with one last statement, “You need to choose once and for all, Harry. Don’t go for the ‘perfect match’. Try looking for the girl that actually warms up your heart and loves you with every single ounce of hers.” Hermione gave him a one armed hug and then left.
Harry took a soda instead. He was about to make his way out of the covering, but Ginger beckoned him, “Come on, Harry, you’ve got to say good bye to your goddaughter first. And be careful about Severus.”
Harry nodded.
“Dear, can I ask you something?” Ginger asked silently.
He nodded again. “You want to ask me about what happened to Cicily? Why did she break up with me? Why I’m caught up between two girls? Why I’m practically…” he stopped to catch his breath. “I need to go.”
“Of course, but first take your leaving after saying good bye to your goddaughter,” his godmother advised, “I know what’s going on with you, so if you need someone to talk to – I’m here, okay?”
“Right,” he answered, “but remember that I’m not a little kid anymore, Gin.”
“Of course, I will,” Ginger replied as she rolled her eyes. “See you later, Harry!”
He waved, but stopped when he noticed that Sirius was shooting a disappointed glance at him. Harry then made way towards little Marcey.
When he had arrived, Severus was no where in sight. Instead Luna, Neville, and Margo were around the baby.
“She’s so cute,” Luna smiled. “Did you know that babies have the tendency to be cute when they’re newborns?”
Neville sighed, “Yes, Luna, we know.”
“Of course,” Margo agreed, but when she saw Harry she stood up with Marcey in her arms. “Harry! You’re here!”
“Yes, I am,” he notified and then gave a weak smile. “Now, where’s Marcey?”
“Right here,” Margo presented him to the baby.
Harry held her up to him. The little baby’s tuff of silky black hair was brushed neatly and her grass green eyes gazed at him innocently. Marcella’s little toothless mouth gave him a smile, but to Harry’s surprise she stopped and cried. As much as Harry tried to calm her down, the cries turned larger.
Severus soon asked from far away, “What’s happened?”
“Nothing, dear!” Margo replied just as loudly. “Marcey just needs to be fed.”
“Alright then,” he responded.
Harry gave Margo the baby and soon the baby stopped crying. Harry felt put out. The baby had just cried continuously in his arms for an unknown reason. Was he that bad a godfather? That was when Andromeda Tonks came over, holding Teddy’s hand.
The little boy’s hair was an electrifying blue at the time and his eyes were brown like his Dad’s. Harry wondered if he knew…
“Nonsense, he’s just a baby,” Harry said to himself.
Andromeda smiled at Harry when she arrived. “Hello, Harry!” Then to Teddy, she said, “Say hello to your godfather, Teddy. Now come on.” She smiled as she encouraged the little blue-haired boy to speak.
“Hello, ‘Arry,” he greeted with an unsure smile.
Harry bent down until he was at Teddy’s same height. “Hey, Teddy!” He outstretched his hand and Teddy took it cautiously.
Harry simply waved his wand and made a lollie pop appear. Teddy took it and smiled goofily at Harry.
“Say ‘thank you, Harry’,” Andromeda told him gently.
Teddy told him, “Thank ‘u, ‘Arry.”
“That’s close enough for wear,” his guardian sighed. “Well, we have to get to see Victoire.”
“Of course. I was only leaving,” Harry replied.
Andromeda replied warmly, “Yeah, it’s a shame that you can’t stay…”
“Yeah, it sorta is. Well, see you later, Mrs. Black,” he smiled. “And you too, Teddy.”
Teddy waved as he said, “G’bye, ‘Arry!”
Harry waved back. “Good bye, Teddy.”
And he left.
~*~|*|~*~
Cicily was given the guest room to stay in. She curled into a ball is she cried. Severus and Margo ended the reunion early and everyone said their goodbyes to Marcella and then made their ways home.
At the moment Cicily felt broken. Even her heart felt the same way; it was scattered all over after what Harry had said.
”I’m not sure anymore…”
Of course he wasn’t, Cicily sobbed. He still loves her…
His voice sounded again, ”I need time to think this over…”
”So do I, Harry, so do I…” Cicily sobbed again.
Margo sat down by her side as Severus came back from putting his sleeping daughter back into her crib. He also sat down beside her and held her wand in his whilst Margo tried to sooth Cicily by wrapping an arm around her.
“It’s okay, Sisi, it’s going to be over,” she would keep murmuring as Cicily continued to cry.
Severus frowned in disgust. “Potter will pay for this.”
“Severus, don’t do anything rash or harsh. This happens in everyone’s life’s journey,” Margo said gently. “I’m sure that Harry didn’t do much wrong to her…”
Severus gently squeezed Cicily’s hand, now understanding. This seemed to have happened to him as well – only with Lily.
“I – I – needed – him… and – and – he – left me for – for her,” Cicily hissed in between sobs.
“I was under the impression that you left him, dear,” Margo replied sadly. “Now, now, don’t woe yourself over that boy. He’ll come around if he loves you truly.”
Cicily dug her face deeper into her huge pillow.
“He’ll come around, I promise you,” Margo whispered as she kissed her forehead. “I promise you that he will.”
Her daughter looked up at Severus and Margo with a small smile. “Thank you – for – for – being here – for – for – me.”
“Of course, we’ll be here for you – always,” Severus told her as warmly as he could.
Margo kissed her forehead again as Severus took out a vial of headache-remover potion. “Here, take this in the morning if you get a headache. I can assure you that you’ll be as good as new.”
“Thanks, Dad-Severs,” she smiled wobbly. “Thank you, guys. Thank you…”
“That’s enough thanks for today, dear. You need to go to sleep now,” Margo told her softly as the two of them stood up.
Margo tucked in the sheets and clicked the lamp light off. Then Severus and Margo walked out of the room to click the door closed.
Once outside, Severus hugged his wife.
“I knew that this was going to happen one day,” she whispered. “I just knew it since I saw the look in her eyes at Grimmuald Place…”
Severus took her to their room, but he wondered, “Where did Potter put the ring?”
~*~|*|~*~
Harry sat down on his bed and took James Potter’s book from his night side table. They were going to read it that day…
He mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. If he hadn’t stared at Ginny or felt anything for her then Cicily would be here reading with him.
“That’s right, kick yourself for being so stupid,” he spat. “Kick yourself for loosing her…”
He felt lonely, but the only way to not feel like that was to read. He read the book cover again and turned it to see the spine.
James Charles Potter’s diary DO NOT TOUCH!
Then he flipped the little piece of the label over to see the underside.
unless the Marauder’s Map told you to do so.
He then flipped past the pages and the familiar labels on the tabs (Detention Procrastination, Forged Signature, List of Hynagogic Horcruxes, and When Evans joined Buy-Early…) until he reached one that sounded very familiar to his situation:
Forsaking Flower
He flattened out the pages and started to read to himself.
~*~|*|~*~
Dear reader,
Remember when I told you that I was going to get married? Well, it’s kind of off now. My flower got angry at me, packed her bags, and well… left. I don’t think that I have the guts to talk to her, but if I don’t… ah, never mind. I’ll just tell you what caused it.
I’ll tell you what caused my flower to forsake me.
Yours truly,
James Charles Potter Also known as: Prongs
~*~|*|~*~
A messy black-haired man that looked to be in his early twenties paced the floor of his study with exhaustion on his face. He was spending a load of time on the newest assignment that had been given to him at the Auror Agency.
Well, not only the assignment was on his mind. He stopped pacing when his brown eyes clicked onto the calendar across from him. There was a very noticeable red streaked circle around one day in the month of September. It was nearly Saturday. It was nearly the fourteenth.
The messy-black-haired man turned to look at a framed picture that was on his dark oak desk. In it was a non-moving picture of a woman that portrayed her longish auburn hair out nicely. She wore a soft green blouse that emphasized her emerald green eyes and gave her freckles an earthy appearance.
James Potter sat down at his desk to admire the woman portrayed in the frame as he ran a finger down the side of the frame.
“Don’t worry, my flower, everything’s going to turn out great,” he whispered.
That was when his mind whirled onto many ideas. What if he invited some of his girl friend’s best friends over to help him figure out something special for her? Would that be acceptable?
He pursed his lip as he thought it over. He didn’t want Lily to know anything about the preparation so inviting them over wasn’t really something to bargain with. What if he just wrote to them?
“Excellent idea, Prongs,” he grinned, now opening the many drawers of his desk to take out the needed materials.
After about two hours he finished writing the eight letters that he planned to send out. Each of course were for Lily Evans’ closest friends: Pamela Bruche, Lance Noming, Samantha Ludwig, Grace Megs, Natila Johansson, Morgan Bruche (cousin to Pamela), and Victoria Shields.
James only hoped that he could come up with something before the fourteenth.
Quickly he sent the letters off to the recipients and so he started to plan.
~*~
It was the next day and James waited as patiently as he could, only to think that he shouldn’t have started on this idea due to the fact that he hated waiting. Byerly had showed him that many times in the past and he dreaded thinking about how short his patience was as well as his annoyance.
At least Lily was helping out, he thought to himself as the red-haired woman entered the house with a lot of bags in her hands.
He raised an eyebrow at her as he took the bags from her hands. “What are these for?”
“Oh, just decorations and fix-up stuff that I found at this nice store off of Main Street,” Lily answered. “Thanks, for taking the bags, James. You have no idea how much they weighed!”
After settling the bags on a sofa, he rolled his eyes. “You could have levitated them, you know.”
Now Lily scoffed, “Right, when there are normal people about you just simply levitate whatever you’re carrying and soon they’ll ask: ‘How’d you do that?’ or ‘Are you a freak or something?’”
She closed her eyes as she laid her head down. James placed a small cushion underneath her head. Once again she thanked him and he smiled.
“Well, you’re welcome, but aren’t we normal people?” he pondered.
The red-haired woman replied sarcastically, “Sure, we are.”
“Then why didn’t you levitate your bags on the way back?” the messy-haired man asked as he quirked an eyebrow up at her.
Lily sat up and notified him, “I believe that the Statue of Secrecy is still up.”
“Yes, not that was what I wanted to hear. You know, you being the brightest witch of our year and all…” He sat down beside her and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I was starting to get worried that you’d forgotten.”
The red-haired woman let her head fall on his chest as she rolled her eyes. “James Charles Potter-“
“Yes?” he asked as he looked at her innocently.
“What would you like to eat today?” she asked pleasantly, now standing up and getting out of his reach.
James pursed his lip in thought, but just as he opened his mouth to reply, there was an owl pecking at the window.
“Hmm… I wonder who it’s from,” Lily murmured as she walked toward the window. James stopped her and told her, “I’ll get that, Lils. How about you make some… er… steak or something?”
“Okay… I’ll see,” she replied uncertainly, but then she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. “I’ll see if there’s anything close enough, but will you tell me about the-“
Once James had opened the letter he told her very quickly, “Nope, I can’t. It’s a secret order from the Auror Agency.”
“Aren’t you already in on a case?” his girlfriend asked carefully.
He nodded. “Yeah, they’re just adding this one in.”
He walked out of the room before she could say something else, but he turned back and told her, “I’ll come down in a moment, I promise, but I can’t tell you anything.”
At her blank face, he added, “Sorry; strict orders from Moody.”
Then he took off up the stairs, leaving Lily calculating her thoughts.
“His rank is too low to get two cases at once…” she remembered as she took out the needed foods for the day’s meal.
As she prepared a salad, she made a mental note. Check on him to see if he’s actually up to something…
Even though it seemed seemingly impossible for James to be up to something, Lily had the feeling that she had to check on him. Some times things never turned up as they appeared – in other words, may be he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to…
Lily shook her head at the thought. He would never do that…
Then again, no one said he couldn’t…
~*~|*|~*~
Harry was about to flip the page over, but he heard the magnified sound of a knock at the front door. His hopes rose as he put the book down and ran down the stairs, taking two at a time.
What if it was her? What if she noticed that he didn’t really want Ginny as much as he wanted and loved Cicily?
He hoped dearly that it would be Cicily as he held the door knob with a quivery hand. He turned it.
Then something rushed at him. She was crying and the only thing that he could do was hold her profoundly. Briefly he believed that it was Cicily, but instead of seeing black hair he saw carrot-red hair.
It wasn’t the girl that he had been waiting for.
It wasn’t Cicily.
It was Ginny.
~*~|*|~*~ A/n: *gag* I can’t believe I’m doing this!!! I mean, I could be instantly making them reconcile, but where’s the fun in that? Currently I’m testing out my amateur skill at putting back broken relationships together. So this will be a very steep ride.
Oh, Harry continues to read James’ diary, but after the wedding, which is the next day!!! (Sirius and Ginger’s wedding, if you get me!)
Now, a question to my readers & reviewers:
What happened to Ginny?
Or
How will Harry and Cicily get back together again?
I would like to see theories. Oh, you guys better have a Happy New Year!
Your escritora,
~Meli♥
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