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Category: Post-OotP Characters:All Genres: Songfic Warnings: Sexual Situations Story is Complete Rating: G Reviews: 5 Summary: Her name was written on the photograph. Hitcount: Story Total: 5507 Author's Notes: I dont own nothing excpet my plot. the ong belongs to the delightfully talented Jamie cullum and the rest belongs to J.K Rowling |
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*~*~*~* Her name was written on the photograph Right next to her red, sunburnt face It all had happened in that long tall grass About a mile from her old place And I can’t remember how it started and if it lasted that day in the sun *~*~*~* He had come back from the war, and entered the unusually quiet house hesitantly. He expected to see human life, but instead, the sight that greeted him sent dread traveling through his body. Ron and Hermoine had gone to retrieve Hermione’s parents from where they were hiding. Harry had wanted them hidden during the war so they wouldn’t be used against the trio to distract or blackmail them. Harry didn’t want to know where they were; because he was afraid Voldemort would creep into his mind. He just wanted to know they were safe and well hidden. So he stood in the quiet, empty house, expecting the worst. He didn’t want to believe they were gone. He wanted to believe they were still here. But the house told a different story. There was paper, documents and photos scattered everywhere. He cautiously traveled to the lounge room, Looking down at the photos that had been part of a family. They were moving, laughing, smiling back up at him, and he found it cruel they were tormenting him like that. *~*~*~* We said that we were going to study hard We held our books instead of hands She held a blanket over cans of beer I can’t deny I was so full of fear *~*~*~* Harry sat down and sorted through the photos. He found photos of Molly and Arthur on their wedding day. Photos of Bill as a child. Photos of Charlie looking after a dragon. Percy when he first started school, Fred and George and their identical gappy smiles. Ron, sleeping in his cot. And one of Ginny taking her first steps towards Molly, who embraced her daughter with open arms and a teary smile. There were photos of the children playing, and of family portraits. Harry couldn’t the strange emptiness that filled him. All he wanted was a family, and finally defeating Voldemort filled with the hope that his dream would become a reality, and in a cruel twist of fate, it was snatched from him. A black, leather bound book was lying under the photographs and as he opened it, he realized it that it was Molly’s diary, and he read. Seeing the world through a teenage Molly’s eyes, and at times, he found himself chuckling at the dry sense of humor and brutal honesty of Molly’s personality. As he read on, Molly grew from a teenager, into a woman into a mother, and realized how little he really knew her, now he would only know her from her diaries. As he sorted through the photos, he came across one that was taken in his fifth year. Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny had come home for the weekend to celebrate Arthur’s 50th. He and Ginny had to study, and he watched as the photographic image of he and Ginny sat opposite each other, their backs against the willow tree, holding books but not reading, each turning around and stealing glances at one another, until they both looked at one another and Ginny burst into fits of laughter. Harry looked at the photo and smiled, he had watched Ginny laugh and couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight. It was, at that moment that he remembered; that he realized he loved her, he knew at that moment that they would spend their lives together. He also remembered that as the day he and Ginny got absolutely legless on the firewhiskey and other various grog that Ginny had nicked from Arthur’s party the night before, Ron and Hermione were too busy with each other to even know what they had done. *~*~*~* Its just another story caught up in another photograph I found And it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago form now *~*~*~* He remembered how he and Ginny went skinny-dipping in broad daylight that day. He had the best day of his life, all his inhibitions faded as he and Ginny enjoyed the smooth coldness that wrapped around their naked bodies. He hadn’t ever laughed that hard or that much in his entire life, and he realized how stupid they were, it was a miracle they were never caught, and he laughed as he remembered that night. Harry looked around and picked up another photo. It was taken at Bill and Fluer’s wedding, he saw the images of Bill and Fluer kiss each other, Fluer had looked beautiful that day, but it was Ginny who stole the show, every eye turned her way as she walked down the aisle. Dressed in a deep emerald green silk gown, the same color as Harry’s eyes. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose red ringlets. Harry remembered wishing he was in Bill’s place and Ginny was dressed in white, walking towards him and becoming his wife, but he had distanced himself from her for her own protection and safety. For her life. *~*~*~* When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life I see so magic though I missed it at the time *~*~*~* All he wanted to do was hold Ginny that day, and after much encouragement from Hermione, he asked her to dance. Standing in such close proximity to her set his body on fire and his hormones in a rage. He held her waist and swore her could feel her skin under the fabric, her hair smelt of strawberries and her skin held the lingering scent of roses…Harry wasn’t sure what to do, every part of him was screaming at him, he wanted to kiss her so badly and by some miracle he was able to resist that temptation, he pulled her into him and held her, savoring the feeling of her body against his. She rested her head on his shoulder, and the world went away. Their surroundings blurred and the music faded and it became them just dancing, holding onto to one another, holding onto the moments they had before he left. The wedding reception continued late into the night, and Ginny was able to steal Harry away along with the alcohol she had accumulated and they disappeared into the garden near the lake. They drank and kissed and drank until Harry couldn’t anymore. He remembered throwing up behind the orchids while hearing Ginny’s laughter. And still to this day, he was utterly amazed by her. She could really hold her liquor. *~*~*~* And there’s the first time that I tried that stuff I think I look a little green I remember throwing up behind a bush And I found it hard to use my feet And who is that easily led little boy who’s really off his head? *~*~*~* Some time near dawn, they had stumbled to the dance floor in the backyard only to find it completely vacated. Harry, like the true gentleman he was asked Ginny to dance, giggling, she agreed. They rotated in circles and after a while Ginny needed to sit down, because her head wasn’t agreeing with her and her stomach was threatening a revenge attack. Harry laughed while she sat on a chair. And then he kissed her. They weren’t sure what happened after, but somehow they managed to get to bed. Harry wasn’t quite sure which was the worse punishment, the headache or Molly’s anger after she had discovered what they had done. They spent the day recuperating in between the jobs molly had set for them to do. Harry felt incredibly guilty, so after he and Ginny cleaned up and apologized profusely to Molly, she smiled at them and told them she remembered what it was like to be a teenager, and the headache they were enduring was probably worse than any punishment she could hand out. She treated their hangovers and sent them straight to bed to recover. Harry laughed as he found the picture of him and Ginny in her bed. Molly had not been impressed, but she had let it slide because they were still too drunk to do anything. Harry realized that even though that headache was worse than any curse Voldemort could place on him, he wouldn’t have changed a thing that day. That was the best day he had in his life, and he laughed again as he realized that nearly every time he and Ginny were together, most of the time it involved alcohol. He was able to experience being a teenager, though he could’ve lived without the headache. *~*~*~* It was the same night that I kissed that girl The tall one with the auburn hair I remember laughing coz to kiss me She had to sit down on a chair! And she tasted like the schnapps she drunk And the cigarette she’d stolen from her mum *~*~*~* He left the photos on the floor and traveled up the empty staircase, watching all the pictures wave and smile at him as he passed. He smiled back and continued up to Ginny’s room. He slowly pushed open the door and looking back at the photos, he realized that now was the only way he would ever see their faces again. Turning back into Ginny’s room he found it the same as the lounge room. Ginny was never this untidy and he wondered what the death eaters were looking for if they had attacked the burrow. He sat down on her bedroom floor and began sorting through the photos. Most of them were of Ron, Hermione and himself. He also found incredible photos of himself playing Quidditch and he remembered Ginny taking them. Colin had showed Ginny his camera and taught her how to work it, now she was a better photographer than Colin. She had wanted to be a photographer. His eyes scanned the room and behind him on her bed he found her “God save the queen” Sex Pistols t-shirt. He held it close inhaling her scent and turning his attention back to her photos. He found a picture Ginny liked to call “the notebook photo”. After Hermione had taken Ginny to see the muggle movie. Harry watched as he picked Ginny up, swung her around and kissing her before he put her down. He smiled and remembered that was the day he realized they had been dating for a month. They had spent the whole day in each other’s company. They had also busted Ron and Hermione in the astronomy tower, their lips locked. Picking up various photos, Harry also found her diary lying open buried underneath her photographic memories, and he felt his mouth go dry and his heartbreak as he read the hurried script written on the page. “They’re coming for us. Mums screaming at me to get out of the house as I write this. I don’t have time, I’m scared and I wish Harry were here. He has to finish this. I miss him, I love him…” Harry felt a lump in his throat as he realized that was her last entry, her last thoughts were of him; she died because of him, because she loved him. *~*~*~* And it's just another story caught up in another photograph I found *~*~*~* He turned the page, hoping for something, for an idea about what had happened, he couldn’t comprehend what he was reading he wanted to be wrong, he wanted her to be there. “It’s over! Ron, Hermione and most importantly, Harry will be home soon. Mum wants to make a photo album for us of us and I think it’s a brilliant idea! I found so many photos I didn’t know we had taken or that I had. Mum and I spent the whole morning talking about the photos we have collected, and she’s quite fond of my notebook photo too. We’re going to get food and more albums soon…can’t wait to show Ron and Hermione and Harry. I can’t wait to see them”. His heart skipped a beat. She was alive. They were alive. He was elated, his family was alive, and he could see them, hold them, hug them, and touch them… “Harry?!” His head turned to see her in the doorway. The most magnificent angel was standing there before him. “Ohmygod, Harry!” Ginny said. He rose to his feet to embrace her, and she pushed him back onto her bed, drowning him in many passionate kisses. God he had missed her. “That excited to see me huh?” Harry said, looking into her eyes and getting his breath back. “You better believe it!” Ginny replied and kissed him again. When they finally broke apart, Harry got to his feet and pulled Ginny up with him. He took her Polaroid camera and took a picture of just the two of them, taking a pen from her desk he wrote: After the war! To new beginnings! Together forever, You and I. He stuck it on her mirror and smiled at his handiwork. Turning back to Ginny, he kissed her again. “If you’re here, does that mean…?” Ginny asked but was cut off by Molly’s screams of joy. “Ron! Hermione!” “They’re downstairs and Hermione’s parents should be as well!” Harry smiled as he heard laughter and Molly welcoming Hermione’s parents. He kissed Ginny again, finally understanding why he had defeated Voldemort. He was meant to be alive, to have a family and he was meant to be kissing Ginny for the rest of his life. He couldn’t ask for more. Reaching for Ginny’s hand, they made their way down to the others. Closing Ginny bedroom door behind them he smiled as all their memories lay on the floor, knowing soon, that plenty more photos full of magic, joy, family and friends would be joining the thousands scattered all over her bedroom. *~*~*~* When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life I see so much magic though I missed it at the time When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life I see so much magic though I missed it at the time *~*~*~* |
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