Chapter 11 : I Have One Wish
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Chapter Eleven: I Have One Wish
“Harry wake up! Wake up!” A voiced jeered next to him as he fumbled for his glasses with his left hand.
“Wha-at?” he asked groggily.
“It’s your birthday!”
“Oh right.” Harry said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Ron was standing in the doorway dressed and looking very pleased with himself.
“Get up I’m hungry!” Ron said.
“Oh, so you don’t even care about me, you just know that your mum’s making a lot of food and you’re hungry.” Harry said.
“Hey, sometimes you’ve got to think with your stomach.”
“And Happy Birthday!” Ron said and tossed Harry a package and Harry opened it. Inside were an assortment of Weasley Wizard Wheezes products, from Peruvian instant darkness powder, to Extendable Ears. Harry smiled at Ron and Ron smiled back and then insisted that he get up again.
Harry looked at the mirror, but he had already given up on his hair. He fumbled as he put on a shirt, and hurried down at Ron’s insisting.
“Here’s the birthday boy!” Mrs. Weasley said and engulfed him in a hug. “Eighteen.” she smiled.
“In the muggle world, you would be an adult.” Mr. Weasley said with a bit of toast in his mouth and Harry grinned at him. Mrs. Weasley just shook her head.
“Well, I won’t keep you waiting, dig in.” Mrs. Weasley said and returned to the stove as bacon sizzled.
Harry took his usual place and as food was passed around the table, it seemed that several of the Weasleys who weren’t normally there for breakfast, had wisely come for the birthday food. As George chatted to Percy about who knows what, Hermione and Ron were obviously playing footsie under the table, Harry tried to catch Ginny’s eye. She refused to look at him, but she was animated, talking to George when the subject turned to quidditch and fiercely defended the Harpies. Harry smiled as food was placed in front of him, and as he finished his fourths he had to refuse, “If I eat any more I might burst.” She smiled at him, and he hurried up to Bill’s old room to put on a bit more suitable clothing.
Pulling on jeans, and looking in the mirror to make sure that everything was in order the mirror replied, “Why don’t you just shave it off?”
“My hair is not the problem.” he said, and walked out of the room slightly laughing.
He headed down the stairs and a voice whispered out to him, “In here.”
Harry turned around to see Ginny standing in her doorway and beckoning him. He followed her in and she shut the door behind him. Harry stared out the window, and Ginny put her hand on his shoulder.
“Last time I was in here, a year ago...” Harry said trailing off.
“You left the next day. You didn’t even say goodbye.” Ginny said.
Harry hugged her, “If I could have, I would have.”
“I know.” Ginny said.
“Do you want us to be something? Something more than secret dating partners or whatever we are?” Harry asked.
“I do, it’s just-” Harry kissed her stopping her mid-sentence. The kiss deepened as Ginny regained her composure, and as they came apart, both were gasping for breath.
“I’m not going to hear any buts, if Ron or any of your other brothers don’t think it’s right, we can go back if I don’t think I can take them, or we could run away and elope.”
“I like the second option better.” Ginny said and kissed him again.
The door opened, and a slight “Oh!” interrupted them. Hermione looked embarrassed. “Harry, you might want to leave, Ron’s searching for you, and he’s not going to like it much. Remember last year?” Harry nodded and pecked Ginny on the cheek and then left with Hermione.
“I found him!” Hermione called.
“Where was he?” Ron asked back.
“In the bathroom!” Hermione called and they walked down the stairs. As they joined Ron, he looked around and seemed pleased to not see Ginny. Harry rubbed his lips hoping that there wasn’t any lipstick on them.
Ron started talking but Harry was just thinking about what he and Ginny had been talking about. How was he supposed to go around talking about it to anyone. Hermione was quiet, and he wasn’t sure how he should around it all. He found him following Ron outside, and he just blurted out, “I think I’m going to date your sister.”
He surprised himself as much as Ron and Ron froze and stuttered. “What?” he asked.
“Your sister, I think I’m going to date her.”
Ron just froze and glanced at Hermione who looked into his eyes and said, “Remember.”
“That’s, that’s great mate.” He said.
“So you’re cool with it?” Harry asked. “You’re not going to go all funky and change your mind?”
“No.” Ron said, “I’m not.”
Harry smiled, relieved. He had no idea how it was going to go, and that was one of the last things he had expected.
The day continued, and Harry’s urging to Mrs. Weasley had kept it fairly small. Hagrid, Teddy, Andromeda, Neville, Luna and all of Weasleys were there. A cake was made and Harry opened the presents and thanked everyone profusely. As everyone was getting ready for bed, Harry went outside, and making sure that nobody was watching, apparated.
With a pop he appeared outside a small church. Unlike the previous time he had been here, the summer air made it much warmer, though since it was almost midnight, nobody was out. He creaked open the gate, and walked past the gravestones. He knew exactly where they were, and he kneeled in front of the marble.
“Mum, Dad, thank you so much. For the year that I knew you, I know that you love me, and I know that you’re there with Remus, Sirius, Dumbledore, and well just about everyone else that has died. I know that you don’t want me to dwell and there’s this great girl, I think you would like her mum. Dad, there must be a thing about red-haired girls and Potter boys. It’s hard to believe that I was born this day, thank you so much. I wish you were here, but I know I can’t change the past.” He wiped a tear that fell down, and with a wave of his wand, he summoned eighteen lilies and placed them on the grave. With a pop he vanished.
Harry looked in the mirror, making sure that his shirt was on correctly. He adjusted his glasses and hurried downstairs, today, was way more important than his birthday. He almost ran over Ginny on the stairs, and he hugged her. “Happy birthday!” he said.
“Thanks.” She said.
“So, how does it feel?” Harry asked.
“Like I could do anything and my parents couldn’t do anything about it.”
Harry laughed, “I particularly like your parents for your information.” He could hear several voices from downstairs and mumbled, “So your whole family is here.”
“Not my entire family.” Ginny said and Harry was sure she was thinking of Aunt Muriel.
“If you say so.” Harry said and they appeared in the kitchen, as Ginny entered several people clapped.
“Finally, the entire Weasley clan is of age.” George said.
“If you say that,” Charlie laughed, “Mum will be asking you to make some grandbabies.”
“Don’t worry,” Bill shrugged, “She’s already badgered Fleur and I.”
“And you still aren’t up to it.” Mrs. Weasley said with her arms crossed.
“Not everyone takes Dad and your approach.” Bill said to Charlie and George’s laughter.
Mrs. Weasley muttered something under her breath, and George put an arm over Ginny’s shoulder, “The world is your oyster now,” he started leading her away, “For example, you mum can’t take away your money, you can also open your own vault, but since you have a rich boyfriend who doesn’t have any parents, that won’t be a problem.”
Harry heard Ginny say, “Technically, we aren’t dating.” Before they walked out the door.
Harry quickly sat down hoping that nobody else heard George’s comment. Nobody gave him a second look, and he dug into the masterpiece that Mrs. Weasley had created.
A bit later, in an hour several people were due to arrive for an actual celebration, Harry was in Bill’s room pacing up and down. He hoped to see Kingsley so that he could ask him about the Aurors. He looked down and imagined that he was in the Auror robes that he had seen all around him recently. Auror Potter was stitched on his uniform and no one would ever try to do what Voldemort had done. Ever again. This was his fantasy and just thinking about it made Harry smile. He blinked and drifted back to reality as he heard people walk outside his door. He wondered how to approach Ginny tonight. Ever since his birthday he hadn’t been able to get some alone time with her and he wanted to continue their discussion. Ron had said that he was okay with it and while Ginny didn’t really care about her brother’s approval Harry did. They had been friends for seven years and that doesn’t count for nothing. He sighed and looked outside the window to see her laughing at something that George had said. He studied George and while George had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and wasn’t in the best of shape, he did have a smile on his face and that was what mattered. Harry moved away from the window and then took a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine.
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