A/N: This set directly after Harry and Ginny kiss in the Room of Requirement, and I just recently discovered that it is G-I-N-E-V-R-A, not G-I-N-E-R-V-A. J.K.Rowling please don't kill me! :)
As Ginny skirted the piles of clutter in the Room of Requirement, her hand intertwined with Harry’s, she spotted a glimpse of red and gold in one of the distant piles. As they neared that pile she saw is was a dusty Gryffindor crest, specifically a badge, the size a Head of House would wear. On a whim, Ginny tucked it into her pocket as they passed, for some reason taking care not to let Harry see.
That night she lay awake studying the badge, and had found the design to be old-fashioned, but how old she couldn’t tell. Finally her eyes closed in exhausted sleep, her hands still clutching the badge.
She was dressed in a gold dress, its style centuries old. Her red hair was plaited and set in a style that matched the time period of the dress. Ginny looked around her and saw she was sitting on the front step of Hogwarts, though it looked brand-new, with not so many additions on it. She glanced down at her hands and noticed seeing she was still holding on to the badge, tightened her grip on it. At least something was familiar in this dream. The sunlight warmed her face, and the slam of a door behind her made her jump. A brown-haired young man of around her age, maybe older, sat down on the steps beside her.
“Hello Ginevra,” he smiled, “I am Godric Gryffindor, and I believe you have found my Head of House crest.” She stared at him in wonder. No one had ever told her that the founder of Gryffindor had been so handsome!
She managed to blurt out, “Well, I guess I did find your crest, and why do you look so young? Weren’t you older than this when you and the others founded Hogwarts?” Godric laughed and smiled again.
“No, I was this age, 17. I was the youngest, but Helga was only a few months older.” As he talked Ginny got a sinking feeling in her stomach. Tom Riddle had been 17 when he came out of the diary as a memory. Despite everything she knew about Godric Gryffindor, fear started to take over. But then Godric noticed her fear. “Ginevra, my soul is completely intact. The badge is not a horcrux. And before I tell you the rest, I must tell you this: even though you are asleep, I am real. I am not just a dream.” He looked at her, his grey eyes so serious, and she nodded. “My spirit, not ghost, spirit, lives in Gryffindor Tower, and I watch over every student that lives there. I have watched you especially careful, dearest Ginevra, and though I was born centuries before you, I feel like I have known you all my life.” Ginny suddenly felt it too, like they’d been best friends since they were born. On sudden impulse, she reached over and squeezed his hand, smiling at him, and surprising herself. “I also should mention that I came as my 17-year-old self so I could do this...” Godric whispered, leaning in close to her, before brushing his lips lightly across hers. Ginny savored his scent, his touch, every feeling before he drew away. She knew that soon her visit with him would be at an end, and they would go back to living within their separate centuries. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Ginevra,” Godric’s voice broke, and tears pricked Ginny’s eyes. “But we’ll never be together, and we would have been perfect.” Ginny nodded and allowed a tear to fall. Godric brushed it off her cheek as she spoke.
“I don’t know how, Godric, but I’ve fallen in love with you in one night. I hope there really is such thing as reincarnation, Godric. Maybe we could be together that way.” But before she could say more, she heard someone calling her name, and felt her dream world slip away. Godric dissolved beneath her fingertips, as she crashed into reality.
She awoke to Hermione telling her it was time to get up, or she’d be late for classes. But Ginny felt sick, she had found her true love in a dream, and a dream could never be real. Her heart was surely broken now. She rolled over to face the window and sat up with a start as an unseen finger started tracing words into the humidity the rain left on the warm window.
I’ll find a way, dearest Ginevra. -GG
She broke down and cried then, some tears of joy for he wasn’t a dream, and some of sorrow that there might not be a way. Her heart mended slightly, but only a little. But as the tears slid down her cheeks she felt a hand brush away her tears, and she knew it was him.
Ginny then threw herself into her life with her friends, including Harry. She couldn’t stand to be without a hand to hold, though she knew Godric would be watching. If Godric knew her as well as he thought he did, he would understand. But there was no more chemistry with Harry, he was just her security blanket, to keep from being alone. She still cried when he ended it, before he went off with Hermione and Ron, leaving her with only Luna and Neville to keep her company. Nothing could be the same now. She started to feel even more alone, and was lost during the summer, and spent most of her time in her room, reading as many books as she could about Godric. She could not stand to be alone.
She sat at the Gryffindor table with Neville, waiting for the end of the beginning of the year feast, so she could escape to her dormitory. Picking at her food she was staring into space when the slam of a door behind her made her jump. She didn’t turn around to see who it was, for she could care less. All she wanted to do was to go up to Gryffindor tower, to where Godric was. Ginny heard Professor McGonagall talking above the murmurs of the students, “This is our new sixth grade transfer, previously sorted into Gryffindor by Professor Dumbledore, Godric Grey.” At the sound of the familiar name, Ginny looked around wildly, and saw a brown-haired young man her age walking towards the Gryffindor table, grey eyes sparkling. Ginny jumped out of her seat and ran towards him, her Godric, just like he was in her dream. He smiled at her, picked her up in a hug, and twirled her around like a little girl.
“Dearest Ginevra...” he said softly when he set her down. He set her down and took her face in his hands and kissed her like he had in her dream.
“Oh, Godric... I missed you, I thought we’d never....” Words failed her and tears of pure joy took over. Godric just brushed the tears away and wrapped his arms around her, walking her back to the Gryffindor table. “I still have your Head of House badge, you know.” Ginny whispered.
“I am the only one who calls you Ginevra here, you know.” Godric winked at her and she laughed and kissed his cheek, her heart whole once more.
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