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THE ‘CHOSEN ONE’ LIVES!
Rumors have been confirmed that Harry Potter, the Chosen One, is alive!
It was five years ago that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was vanquished, and that we thought Harry Potter had died too. Our thoughts were diminished when we caught up with him at the Ministry of Magic just a few days ago.
“Mr. Potter, can you reveal what happened five years ago?”
“That is not up for discussion now,” he commented before going into Shacklebolt’s office.
The boy who we had come to love – now a man – is back in action, and the Wizarding World could not be anymore grateful! Time will tell what Mr. Potter will be up to, and what his plans are.
As for his relationship with Ginny Weasley, his former girlfriend, we do not know what will come of that. Just a week ago, when Mr. Potter revealed himself, Miss Weasley was supposed to marry Draco Malfoy. I’m sure we will also learn how that turns out.
The best wishes to Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, along with joyous greetings to Mr. Potter!
The rest of June dragged on slowly before it turned to July. Ginny was six months pregnant, and avoided Harry and Draco. Letting her emotions take over, she stayed at the Burrow and ignored the chance to speak to Harry or Draco. The only people she would talk to were Charlie, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Draco was staying with his parents while he tried to get a hold of Ginny. He continued to write to her, tried to talk to her family members, and even stopped at the Burrow a few times, but no one would allow him to see her. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” they would ask him.
As for Harry, he stayed with Ron and Hermione. For a little over a week, it had just been Hermione and him staying at the house, as Ron stayed with his parents, since he didn’t know how he felt towards Harry, or Hermione. Once Ron overcame his anger, he went back home, and they were now living there harmoniously as if nothing had happened.
Mrs. Weasley continued to have the family gathering every week. Each time, when everyone was gathered around the table, she would go up to Ginny’s room to see if she would join them. Never obtaining the response she wanted, she would let out a soft sigh and head down the stairs.
It wasn’t until the end of June that Ginny came out of her room and down the stairs. She reached the kitchen to see Mrs. Weasley washing dishes and getting the next family meal ready.
“Mum?” she questioned as she leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley jumped as she dropped the potato she was holding. She turned to look at Ginny with a startled expression, her hand over her chest. “I’m so glad you finally decided to come down.”
“I think I’m going to go to Charlie’s for a little bit,” Ginny said without responding to what Mrs. Weasley said.
“Yes, yes, enjoy,” Mrs. Weasley responded hurriedly. “Will you be joining us for dinner tonight?”
“No, not tonight, Mum. I’ll see you in a little bit.”
Before Mrs. Weasley responded, Ginny walked away from the doorframe. She went to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and then was spinning towards her destination. Once her feet landed against the grate, she stepped out of the fireplace and looked around Charlie’s small house.
She walked over to the window above his sink, and saw him out in his garden. Reaching up, she pushed the window up and shouted, “Charlie!” As he looked up from his garden, not finding where the voice was coming from, Ginny laughed. “Charlie, in here!”
Charlie looked towards the house to see Ginny behind the window, laughing. He smiled back, shoved his shovel into the ground, and walked into the house. “I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Yeah, me too,” she responded, leaning against the countertop as he washed his hands in the sink. “I didn’t want to wait for you to come to the house.”
“What’s going on?” he asked as he dried his hands.
“I need help,” she admitted after a bit.
“I’ll help you, if you sit down. You look like you could pass out at any moment.”
She sighed and sat at the small table. Her eyes then settled on the table. “I’ve been up all night long. I don’t want this going on any longer – me having to choose between Harry and Draco, or neither one of them.”
“I don’t know if I can help you with this, Gin,” he responded as his brows furrowed. “This is something you have to do on your own.”
“I’m not asking you to make the choice for me, Charlie. I just want your opinion. I think you have the same amount of liking for the two of them. If I ask anyone else, they’re going to instantly tell me that Harry’s the one.”
Silence fell between the two as Charlie contemplated what she was saying. Rather than saying anything related to what Ginny had just said, he commented, “You took off your engagement ring.”
“I didn’t think it was appropriate,” she whispered as she reached to the inside of her shirt, “on my finger anymore.”
“You’re wearing his ring by your heart, and having his child,” Charlie stated. “He’s had a year with you, and has helped you in the hardest part of your life….
“I can’t help you in making your ultimate decision. You’ll know what’s best for you, but you also have to consider what’s best for your baby. Do you think you could be happy with Harry again? Even when you’re going to be having Draco’s child? Do you think you could be happy with Draco and your child, knowing that Harry’s around?”
Ginny sat there, even more confused than before. She let out a sigh. Her and Charlie then continued talking about all the different things, coming up with different reasons for each one.
“We better be getting to the Burrow. We don’t want Mum to go nuts,” Charlie said with a chuckle. “You joining us tonight?”
“That’s not even a valid question,” she responded as she looked up at Charlie.
“Fair enough,” he said as he helped her out of the chair. “Getting pretty close, eh?”
She nodded. “Can’t wait.”
They then walked to the fireplace, Charlie grabbing a handful of Floo powderand shouting, “The Burrow!” Landing, Ginny instantly moved to the stairs and headed to her bedroom, as Charlie walked into the kitchen, joining everyone else at the table.
Later that night, Ginny lied in bed awake, her thoughts not allowing her to sleep. She finally stood from the bed, lit her wand, and began to look for a couple pieces of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. After a few minutes of scrambling through her things, she found them and walked back into bed.
When she was comfortable, she whispered, “Lumos Maximus.” Light filled the room, and her quill began to scratch against the parchment.
We need to talk. Please meet me at the Three Broomsticks around 3 o’clock tomorrow.
Once she was done, she switched the papers, and began to write again.
Meet me in Godric’s Hollow around 4.
Once she was done, she walked over to Pigwidgeon’s cage and opened it. As she pet him, his amber eyes opened and looked at her. She tied the letters to him and said, “Get those to Draco and Harry as quickly as you can, and make sure they read them.”
Pigwidgeon clicked his beak and flew out the window quickly. Ginny watched as he flew into the moon, a small sigh escaping her. Letting her arms cradle her stomach, she bit her lip, and lied back in bed.
“Oh, Merlin, please let this be the right thing I’m doing….”
The next day, Ginny woke up, a new form of nerves and nausea hitting her. She was sitting at the table with her mom as she ate lunch.
“Are you sure you don’t want some, dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked as she looked at Ginny.
“No, Mum,” Ginny responded. “I’m going to be heading to the Three Broomsticks in a little bit. I’m meeting with Draco.”
“Oh?” she questioned, her voice going to a higher octave. “I didn’t know you made your decision.”
Ginny sighed as she looked at Mrs. Weasley. “I’m seeing Harry too this afternoon.”
“I see,” Mrs. Weasley responded.
“I should probably be going, Mum….”
Without waiting for a response from Mrs. Weasley, Ginny walked out of the kitchen, and went to the fireplace. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, she stepped into it, and threw the powder down, shouting, “Hogsmeade!”
She started to spin quickly. After a moment, she finally landed and stepped out of the grate. Brushing the soot off of her robes, she walked along the cobbled stones to the Three Broomsticks.
As she passed other shoppers, a few of them stopped her and gave their condolences about the wedding, but gave their cheers for Harry being alive. All she could was smile slightly and thank them.
Finally, she reached the Three Broomsticks, and peered into the small place to see Draco sitting in the back waiting for her. She let out a slight sigh, tears already stinging her eyes. Entering, the small bell tingled above, and her eyes met Draco’s instantly.
She took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly before making her way over. He stood when she reached the table. Smiling slightly at him, she sat down and leant forward, her hands lacing together.
“Draco, I think we both know what I’m going to say…,” she finally said after they sat in silence for a few minutes.
“I know what happened was awful, Ginny, and I knew I should’ve said something to you…,” Draco started. He paused and said, “I should’ve told you right away, and I’m sorry I didn’t. When he asked me to do it, I told him he was bloody mental, and that I’d never be able to do it. I told him that you’d never be able to love someone other than him.”
“But then I started to,” she whispered, her eyes moving down to the table.
“And I love you, Ginny,” he said, reaching for her hand. She pulled away, and he continued, “The feelings I have for you are real, I swear to you. He may have asked me to do something, but I truly do love you. I want to be with you.”
She stayed silent for a moment, her eyes still stinging with tears as her thoughts processed what he said. After another silent moment, she finally said, “I’m sorry, Draco, but I can’t do it. I can’t be with you anymore. Our relationship was based on nothing but a lie. Your feelings and actions may have been true, but there’s the underlying factor of you keeping the truth from me.
“I wish it could be different, I really do, but I don’t think I can do it. I fell in love with you, and I continue to love you. From this point on, I think there’ll always be a connection between us…. I’m just at a place now where I can’t act upon it….”
Draco continued to look at her, his body still. When he didn’t say anything after a few minutes, Ginny bit her lip, trying to keep herself from crying, and stood from her chair. As she was about to walk away, she turned to him, undid the necklace that wrapped around her neck, and handed him it, the engagement ring still attached.
He asked in a pleading voice, “What about our child, Ginny?”
Pain washed over her completely as she turned around and looked at him. “There was a complication a week ago…. I’m so sorry, Draco, but we lost him….”
A few moments passed before Draco could choke out, “Him?”
She walked over to him, and kissed his cheek as her hand rested on his neck. A tear began to roll down her cheek as her forehead rested against his. “I’m so, so sorry, Draco.”
The oncoming emotions becoming too much for her, Ginny left before Draco could stop her. Tears continued to fall from her eyes as she exited the building. As she made her way down the cobbled street, she finally made it to the fireplace she came from. She took a deep breath as she tried to recompose herself. Once she did the best she could, she grabbed a handful of powder from the pouch in her pocket and threw it down into the fireplace.
Finally, she stopped spinning, and her feet landed against a grate. She took another deep breath and stepping out of it. Walking out of the fireplace, she turned down a small, closed in street. Once she made it through, she passed a few houses, before she reached one that used to be a house.
There was hardly anything left of the original house that stood there before. Ginny’s thoughts went back to the war, and what they were fighting for. Everything led back to here, where it all started.
“What does this make you think of?” Harry asked her as he stopped next to her.
She turned to him, her brows furrowing slightly. Turning back to the house, she said, “It reminds me of the reason the war started. Of what we were actually fighting for.”
“What was it you were fighting for?”
“Love,” she responded. “For everyone I ever cared for. For the ones I loved.”
“I believe that’s what everyone fights for, whether a war is going on or not.”
Ginny then turned to him, and searched his emerald green eyes – something she sorely missed. She then said softly, “Will you come with me?”
“After you,” he answered.
She tore her eyes away from him and walked down the lane to the small church. Walking to the back of it, she walked through the gate to the graveyard and stopped in front of his grave. Harry looked at her curiously, not knowing why she suddenly stopped. “I don’t think you know what this was like. You won’t ever know what it was like.”
Finally, he looked down at the grave to see his name carved into the stone. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, or to tear his eyes away from the headstone. When he didn’t say anything, she continued, “There was so much pain and love here that day…. I don’t know if you know, but your cousin, Dudley, was here.”
“D-Dudley?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” she answered. “He didn’t say too much. I don’t think he knew what to say…. You could definitely see the pain he was in, although I don’t think he really knew.”
He stayed quiet, not being able to answer her. Before she told him her decision, she asked, “Who was it we buried?”
A few minutes passed before he said even more softly, “Dobby.”
She didn’t respond to his answer. They stayed silent for a few minutes, and she saw a tear escape him. The urge to comfort him washed over her, but she fought it.
Finally, she said, “You’ve hurt me worse than I’ve ever been hurt in my life, Harry. Learning that you’ve been alive all this time has hurt a lot worse than thinking you were dead…. I can forgive you for that, and I have….
“I’ve been fighting with myself for the past month. I wanted to fight anything I was feeling for you, but the love I have for you wouldn’t go away. Even the pain you caused doesn’t diminish an ounce of what I feel for you.
“I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I didn’t spend the rest of my life with you. After all this time of being upset, feeling as if my life couldn’t truly go on, I owe it to myself to feel that happiness I once had….”
As soon as she finished, Harry pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. He kissed her forehead, and then moved lower, kissing her lips over and over again.
After a few minutes, she broke away with a smile. As she looked at him, the smile still on her face, she said, “And if you ever hurt me like that again, I will, personally, bury you in the ground myself.”
He chuckled and started kissing her again, his arms wrapped securely around her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back, the missing piece of her puzzle finally filling.