Enough Trouble for a Lifetime. Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. All rights go to JK Rowling/Warner Bros. I do not profit in any way. Enough Trouble for a Lifetime? Chapter 1: Harry woke up. He lay still for a moment, waiting expectantly for the usual feeling of reluctance at facing the new day. He had become used to that feeling in the last year or so. But it didn't come. Flashbacks filled his head as he remembered the events of the previous night. Dead. Lord Voldemort was finally dead. And as the jubilation of his victory began to overcome Harry, other memories began to materialize. The line of bodies, stiff and pale in the Great Hall. Harry curled up on his four-poster. Grief was a strange thing, thought Harry; it was ever present in his life, for as long as he could remember. Thinking about the war fatalities, all lined up neatly, Harry took a silent vow.
Another thought entered his head, suddenly. Harry lay quietly, hoping for sleep to overcome him again. "Ginny, I'm so sorry. " "No, Harry. "Ginny? " Parading angels. A/n: for Amy (FollowThisRhythm), because she's the only one who can ever make me really believe in HarryGinny. (And slightly because I still owe her a birthday present, which I will write, I promise.) And because she's the perfect Lily to my Lysander. With prompts set by Scrunchy ( Schermionie ) at The Slytherin Corner forum: the quote below; the one-word prompts: hands, starry-eyed, and dance; the character Ginny Weasley and the wild-card prompt of the location of a ruin or any kind of run-down building. "Only the dead have seen the end of war. "(- Plato) parading angelsGinnyHarry and i don't know if it's me or you,but i can see the skies are changing from all the shades of blue.- Please Don't Stop The Rain, James Morrison.
She finds him when the bodies are not yet cold on the ground. He's sitting on a rock amidst the burning rubble that once was a Charms classroom, his back to her and his head in his hands. "Harry," she says, and she's not entirely sure why but she's whispering, "Harry. " Courgette Stew. A/N: For the Americans reading this... a courgette is a zucchini. Feedback is always appreciated! Also, I've edited this slightly, making it more grammatically correct and tweaking a few things here and there. :) Courgette Stew I used to tease Molly when she made courgette stew. It's always been her "comfort" food, having made appearances at all the most major moments in our marriage.
She had insatiable cravings for it while pregnant with all of our children, and it was served at our wedding, so it's always held a special place in her heart - and in mine, at that. She made courgette stew the day Ron went off to Hogwarts. Of course, Ginny was taken with him, even then. "Did you see him, Dad? I chuckled and ruffled her hair affectionately. At that her face scrunched up and her bottom lip quivered. "What - does this mean I'm too old to play with my own daughter? " I remember how confident I was, then, about my ability to protect my little girl. They say ignorance is bliss. He was wrong. Flying Fire. Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns them. "Where's Ginny? " Harry asked as he scraped the last of Mrs. Weasley's Shepard's pie off his plate. It was a warm night in early June and he and Ron had just come back from Auror training. They shared a flat in London now, but still found themselves back at the Burrow most weeknights.
"It's such a nice night, she left to take a walk just before you arrived," Mrs. He kissed Mrs. It was a nice night out, he thought to himself as he squinted in the light of the full moon. He found her twirling in the open field behind the house. She was surrounded by what could have been a hundred fireflies. Harry stood in awe as he watched her, the moon was shining off her hair and her summer dress blew in the soft breeze. She stopped suddenly, lifting her hands so that the lightning bugs could land for a moment before taking flight again. "Harry! " Her smile nearly knocked him out, but he managed to take a step forward. She was beautiful. "Harry? " "It's you," he answered. An Engagement To Remember. AN: Why, hello there! I have returned. :D Due to many requests, this is another expanded headcanon. :D I hope you like it! Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did… Well… I don't know what I'd do… An Engagement to Remember "You ready, mate?
" Harry jumped at the sound of his best friends voice. Ron looked confused, "We're playing Quidditch. Harry was playing a small game of Quidditch with all the Weasley children, for they were all visiting their parents for Easter. Ron walked towards the shed, and quickly got out broomsticks for himself, Harry, and Ginny. Calm down, you lunatic! Shaking his head to himself, he started towards Ron, only to be stopped abruptly by a bushy haired girl.
He turned to her, and Hermione whispered, "I have it set up. He nodded and sent her a silent thank you, "I hope it works too. " She let go of his arm, and together they both walked to Ron, who handed him a broomstick. Harry's heart leapt at her name again. Hermione shrugged, "She was—" "Right here. " And then she was gone. Remember by potterfan2008. The Real Memory. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters. "Harry Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Boy Who Lived. " None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting. Everything was waiting. Voldemort had raised his wand. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone. He lay facedown, listening to the silence. A long time later, or maybe no time at all, it came to him that he must exist, must be more than disembodied thought, because he was lying, definitely lying, on some surface.
Almost as soon as he had reached this conclusion, Harry became conscious that he wasn't really alone. It was beeping quite loudly actually. Cracking one eye open, he blearily saw a digital alarm clock on a wooden nightstand. It was his room back at the Dursleys, and yet it wasn't at the same time. The room was painted a calming shade of green and the window was hung with royal blue curtains.
Forget the contacts. What was going on? The Prank Proposal. Disclaimer: All creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s) and are in no way connected with J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Publishing or Warner Bros. The author of the following FanFiction does not in any way profit from the story and it is written solely for entertainment purposes only. Rights to characters and their settings is neither claimed nor implied.
Chapter I Harry swung the door open in one swift motion with his hip. Harry kicked the door closed with his right foot and continued toward his large oak bed. Ginny burst out in laughter. Harry smiled in relief. Harry lay down next to Ginny, spooning her and placing kisses around her temple to erase the damage. Ginny's lip quirked up in amusement, "I know, Harry. Harry groaned and buried his face in Ginny's tousled red mane. Not wanting Harry to go into guilt mode, she adeptly changed topics. Harry's muffled voice answered back from the hair at the nape of her pale neck. Harry began to panic. Need. Author's Note: Well, this is what I've been working on while you were all waiting for next chapter of The Prodigal Daughter. I DO apologize for the long wait on that but now that this fic is finished (and it is completely finished btw), I'll be returning to TPD with bells on. I'd like to explain just a bit about this story before you read it: First of all, it completely consumed me.
It's also a different Harry and Ginny than I've ever written before. The characters are loosely based on (and I know this is silly but I couldn't help it) the characters Starbuck and Apollo on Battlestar Galactica. I don't know if anyone watches that show but I love it and so some of the scenes are from storylines on the show--of course they've been adapted to fit Harry and Ginny. Did I mention it was AU? But it's not meant to be an epic retelling. I hope you enjoy it and as always, look forward to your thoughts.
An extra-special thanks to my beta Indie, who, as always, makes a diamond out of the rough. The Start of a Family. The day finally came. Voldemort was defeated. His presence was no longer a threat, and others were finally free to live out their lives without fear. Though lives were lost, and grieving continued on in the months following Voldemort's downfall, the Wizarding world rejoiced, for their hero, Harry Potter, succeeded. These months turned into years. Those that grieved began to smile and laugh once again. One particular person was Molly Weasley. Harry accepted an offer of becoming an Auror, the job he had been longing for. As promised, Harry looked after Teddy, with help from the Weasleys and Andromeda Tonks. Harry proposed to Ginny, after dating for over a year. Grimmauld Place, once the home of Orion and Walburga Black, was now inhabited by Harry Potter and his wife, Ginny. All the changes were necessary very soon because Harry and Ginny often looked after Teddy.
Teddy had finished his supper and was sent upstairs by his godmother to get a bath. "Teddy, please! "Harry's home. "Ginny? " Boys, Drama, and Eating Disorders. AN: This fic is a challenge submission to the lovely Amy-2609 , to which I give all the credit she deserves for thinking of most of the idea. This is not meant to offend anyone who has struggled with eating disorders or anyone who has a friend or loved one who has. It is just meant as a story about something that Ginny went through. This fic takes place throughout Order of The Pheonix. In the beginning, Ginny is probably about 5'2 and 110 pounds or so, which would be a normal, healthy weight for her. She is anything but fat, but she starts to believe more and more that she is overweight and that is why Harry doesn't love her. (just to clarify) Disclaimer: For this chapter, and for all the chapters to come I am saying right here that I do not own Harry Potter. o0o0o0 Ginny Weasley was sitting on her bed in her small, gloomy bedroom in Grimauld Place talking to Hermione about a certain black-haired boy with glasses, a boy in which she was completely and unconditionally in love with. o0o0.