#95 - Black Out & #96 - Out of Time #73 - Dear Diary
Title: Forever Dark
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | Depression, Suicide, Mention of Character Deaths
Characters/Pairing: Narcissa Malfoy, cameo by Lucius
Summary: Narcissa should have realised that given her surname she would be surrounded by darkness. Now it is too much for her.
Word Count: 1197
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: Both
All her life she had been surrounded by the darkness. Sometimes literal, sometimes not. As she sat there now it was the literal darkness that surrounded her as she waited for her husband to return home. It was midnight, if not later. She didn't want to know the time, she would just fret if she did, well fret more than she already was. It had been happening for weeks now. Well weeks that she had noticed, for all she knew it could have been happening for years. Actually she didn't want to know, she wanted to remain in ignorant bliss. Her happy place, the place where she and her husband were happy together like they used to be.
As she sat there, the moon streaming onto her face she felt the tears start to fall. She didn't bother to hide them, not this time, not last time and not the next time they fell either. She wasn't the innocent little girl that she used to be, she had lived through two wars and had come out of them alive, she would survive this. Nothing would break her now, not even her son abandoning her after the war, to try and remake his life. She and her husband hadn't heard from him since days after the war, after they had all been pardoned. It broke her heart to think about it. All of it these days was depressing, there was no light in her life any more something she craved but had no idea how to get back.
She didn't even know if she did want it back when it came down to it and that scared her more than she would ever want to admit.
Bringing her legs up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them leaning her chin on them. She had no idea how long she sat like that. It could have been minutes or hours for all she knew, she just tried her hardest to forget everything, to block everything out and to pray that everything was normal once again. Except it wasn't. It was far from normal.
Finally she looked at the clock and saw it was 3am. She should be asleep but she knew if she went to bed know she would be plagued by nightmares of the war like she always was. No matter what she did, what potions she took they came each night. Always the same.
At first it would start with her husband in Azkaban, the Dark Lord in their manor and then it would move on. Her son would be tortured, she would be beaten, tortured and raped. The Dark Lord doing it personally, breaking her physically and mentally. It would go on and on like this until the end. The Battle of Hogwarts where she witnessed Bellatrix dying over and over again. Seeing Severus's dead body, her husband and son dying too. While the last two hadn't happened during the battle she dreamed of it every night and she hated it.
She was sobbing by now but she didn't care. If there was one thing the war had taught her was that appearances no longer mattered, no matter how much she wanted them to. Her family and her had fallen so far and had yet to crawl out of the hole they had been thrown into by the Dark Lord's punishment and now the new Ministry's hatred of them and all things Dark.
It did nothing to help her.
Not bothering to light a wand, she rose and moved through the house silently, knowing where everything was despite the darkness surrounding her, not even the moon or the stars lighting the way for her. Reaching the cupboard in the 'forbidden room' as she called it - no one had come here in years, not even during the past year with the Dark Lord's reign over the manor had they entered the room.
Taking a deep breathe she tried to calm herself as she opened it, the counter spells to the wards coming instinctively to her. Reaching for the vial she was after she took a deep breathe, pulled it out before locking it behind her.
Raising, she made her way back to the living room where she poured herself a glass of wine, tipping the vial into it. She had to do this. There was no turning back now, there was no light in her life and she refused to live in the darkness despite her maiden name. Perhaps she should have realised that her parents name was a curse years ago. Andromeda disowned, Bellatrix insane, she should have known something of the darkness would fall open her too despite it being so many years of lightness in her life.
She didn't think of Lucius or Draco. She only thought of the pain that would never go away, the darkness that had surrounded her for months, never disappearing, no matter what she did. Drowning her. That was what the darkness was doing, it was forever drowning her and there as nothing she could do about it. Not any more. Perhaps at the beginning if they had tried harder to keep the family together they would have managed it but not now. Now it was too late for all of that.
The only thing that mattered to her now was ending this and to her at that moment there was only one way to do so.
Closing her eyes, she lifted the glass to her lips and stilled. She was starting to panic, was about to not do it when she managed to convince herself that there was no other option. She had to go through with it. Even with the nerves. With that she gulped down the wine, dropped the glass on the floor, vaguely hearing it smash as it hit the tiles.
She could tell the potion was starting to work. The world was getting darker, it was harder to breathe. Falling to her knees in the broken glass she didn't notice the cuts all over her knees and palms from it not the pain that they caused her. She felt the pain in the chest as she struggled to breathe, the burning of the blood as the potion entered her veins, the blurry vision. All signs that it was working.
It wouldn't be long soon.
Vaguely she heard footsteps approaching her, someone gasp and drop something on the floor. She didn't pay them any attention until they knelt in front of her, pulling up her chin to look at them. Seeing it was Lucius she did feel a flash of guilt at the look upon his face.
“I had to, Lucius. I couldn't take the pain any more,” she managed to gasp out as she struggled for air even more so.
“I know, love,” he said reaching out to stroke her face. “I'll join you in death, I won't abandon you again. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long. I just felt so guilty about everything that had happened to her,” he said softly.
That was the last thing she heard before the darkness claimed her forever.
Title: Keeping Promised
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | Depression, Suicide, Mention of Character Deaths
Characters/Pairing: Lucius Malfoy, cameo by Narcissa
Summary: Lucius keeps the last promises he made his wife.
Word Count: 890
Author's Notes: Sequel to the above fic.
Registered purchases?: Both
After the war everything had changed for Lucius, he had felt so guilty about everything that had happened to his family that he felt like he should make amends in the only way possible. He had never been one to kill but he would if necessary, to protect his family. They meant the world to him and to see the family falling apart, it hurt and he didn't know what to do.
After the war, after it became clear the Ministry were just focused on being their usual selves, Lucius had taken it upon himself to hunt down the remaining Death Eaters, to give them the justice they deserved. He knew if he was ever caught he would be sent to Azkaban again so he did it in the dead of the night, being incredibly careful. Death Eaters or not he was still a murderer and not to be trusted in the eyes of the Ministry.
He felt responsible for Draco leaving and he wanted to make it up, to keep them safe. It wasn't until too late that he realised that he shouldn't have, he should have spent more time with them, told them what he was up to. Perhaps then all of this could have been avoided. Except he was out of time now, he had lost everything that had meant anything to him. Narcissa to death, Draco to... He had no idea truthfully and he hated it. It had been months, nearly a year since he had last heard from his son and when it came to it he had no idea if he was still alive or not.
Watching his wife die in front of him and broken his heart. He had meant it when he told her that he would join her in death, that he wouldn't abandon her again. It had taken time running out for him to realise that he had been wrong. If he could have he would have gone back in time and changed it all, paid more attention to her, told her what he was doing. He had been doing this for her and it had resulted in him loosing her none the less.
Glancing at the clock he saw it was ten to four, much later than he had planned. Taking a deep breathe he rose and found the vial that his wife had used. There was just enough
Nine.
A minute had passed while he had been doing it.
Eight.
Lucius was scared. He admitted that to himself for the first time in a long time. He had been scared for years and years. He had been scared of everything that had come to pass, had tried to stop it as much as possible but he had failed.
He had failed everyone. Himself most of all.
Seven.
Lucius stared at the alcohol in the cabinet pondering if he could be bothered. In the end he he decided not to. Instead he gulped down the remaining few drops of the potion. It would take longer than it had his wife but it would work none the less.
Six.
He could feel the potion working wihtin his blood stream. The blood was boiling, his chest was getting tighter, his vision more blurry. While he could he got down on the floor, took Narcissa into his arms and held her against him.
Five.
It was approaching, the end. He knew that and laying there with his wife in his arms he found he was no longer scared. He was content for the first time in a long time, something he had missed greatly. It was a shame that death had to be the thing that made him feel content again. Or the closest thing to content that he could in the current situation.
Four.
He was gasping for breathe by now. It was one of the most painful things he had felt but he didn't care. He just wanted it over and done with.
Three.
It had to be soon. It had to be. The pain couldn't go on for much longer, it was a fire worse than anything he had ever experienced. He just wanted it to end. Except it didn't, no matter how much Lucius prayed it kept on going, never ceasing, never lessening in pain.
Two.
If anything the pain was getting worse and worse. Lucius would have screamed if he could but he found he didn't even have the air to whisper but somehow, he was still alive.
One.
Soon. It had to be soon. Moving slightly, Lucius looked down at his wife, looking so peaceful in his arms, in death. She looked content and happy if that was possible and that broke his heart so much more than it should have.
Zero.
The clock ticked over to four and Lucius felt the last breathe leave him, the world go dark as the potion finally took his life. He was finally with his wife again, able to make it up to her. He wouldn't fail her again. Even if this was the afterlife they were in.
Reaching out he took his wife's ghostly hands in her and pulled her into an embrace, repeating the promises he had made to her as she had laid there dying less than an hour ago.
Promises that he would keep forever.
Title: Dear Diary
Rating/Warnings: PG | Spoilers for the Epilogue? Does that count?
Characters/Pairing: Ginny Weasley
Summary: Ginny reflects on her and Harry just hours before their wedding
Word Count: 1069
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: Both
Dear Diary,
I've written that in here, each night, every day, ever since I was five years old and nothing would ever change that. Not even being possessed by one. Yeah, you would think if you were possessed by a diary you might be a bit inclined not to use one any more but then again I was never normal. There was no way I could be normal given who my family was.
You might have heard of me, I'm Ginerva Weasley and tonight is my wedding to the world famous Harry Potter. To me though he is just Harry and that is what matters right now. Oh, at first I had a crush on the Boy Who Lived but when I got to know Harry I started to crush on him too. It made a big difference getting to know who he actually was. Even if my first impression on him mustn't have been the best. I was such a young girl then but he says he doesn't mind, he finds it cute. I don't know whether to believe him or not.
But that doesn't matter. He loves me and I love him or so it seems. Sometimes, just sometimes I wonder if things would be different if I hadn't gotten back together with him after the war. There was no denying that we did like each other but we were so young, we, well Harry, never dated much otherwise. Yes he dated Cho but really that was one date and was such a disaster neither of us really count it. So essentially I'm the only one he has ever dated. I don't know whether to feel special or not.
He says he loves me but he hasn't experienced other women before. Mum would say this was usual pre-wedding nerves but there's something deep inside me that is questioning all of this. I have to wonder if this is the correct thing to do. Everyone expects it of us, just like they expected Ron and Hermione to marry. I have to admit I sometimes wonder if Harry and Hermione would be happier together, my brother and her are just that different.
I never will voice these thoughts out loud though. I'm not dumb. Mum would yell and cry and everyone would look at me aghast. Really, my entire family is just so predictable it is boring at times. I want adventure, I want fun and I want to live. Perhaps Harry will give me that, he did have plenty of adventures at school though things have seemed to have settled down lately. He says he wants a peaceful life but this is him we're talking about... I doubt he'll ever get the peace that he desires.
Sometimes I do feel bad for him but I love him. I love seeing him happy and enjoying himself, not having the whole world on his shoulder. At least their expectations at least. After the Battle I had never been prouder of him. He was amazing during it and he did it. He had killed Voldemort something that should have been impossible but he did it none the less.
I think at first I only got back together with Harry to make mum happy. Especially after Fred's death. Like I said I do love him but he has barely experienced the dating scene. I know he likes people to like him for who he is and not what he did and that majority of people are like that - or so he thinks, I don't know for sure though. Perhaps we might have gotten together later, perhaps not but I think he should have dated others.
It is too late now. I'm not going to back out of the wedding and he is happy which is important. His happiness is one of the most important things to me which is why I worry about him not experiencing the world so much. He seems so sheltered and I don't like that. Sometimes I'm so scared for him and everything that might happen.
I've considered talking to Hermione about this but I just can't. Perhaps Luna or Neville but at the same time I don't want to worry them. They might think I'm overreacting. Well Neville would try and understand but Luna... She might or she might go on about one of her creatures again. I love them I really do but I don't think they are the ones to talk to about this. The problem, I just don't know who to. Not that anything can be done. There's only hours till our wedding after all.
I best not dwell on the past I suppose but look forward into the future. I know Harry wants a family and I'll give him one. I do want children too. Daughters, I want lots of daughters especially coming from a family so full of boys but I suppose all we can do is wait and see what will happen. It is just pure chance after all.
I suppose I really should get ready. Even if I feel sick with nerves. Plus I'm sure mum will be up here soon if I don't come down and I really don't want anyone finding this. Especially her. She'll cry and become all upset and ruin the whole day and really, I don't want that. Today is a happy day, one of joy and celebration and I'm determined that is what it will be like.
...I think George just let off a prank firework given the bang I just heard. It wouldn't surprise me truthfully. Actually I'm kind of glad even if I'm not down there. Yes mum's probably yelling - yes I can hear her from up her but I'm positive everyone will appreciate it. Despite what mum says we all love what he does and find it amusing. At least I do and I'm guessing Ron too. Bill and Charlie too, no idea about Percy truthfully though I'm just glad he's still talking to the entire family. We'll all be here - my brother's partners and their children too which is great. It will be a massive experience but so much fun.
Yes, I really do need to get ready. Mum's on her way up now actually by the sound of it. Got to hide this too as it is.
I'll write later. I'll be Mrs Potter then.
~Ginny
Points:
Fic 1 Words: 40
Bonus Points: 10
Total: 50
Fic 2 Words: 30
Bonus Points: 10
Total: 40
Fic 3 words: 36
Bonus Points: 10
Total: 46
Alexandra | Hufflepuff
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | Depression, Suicide, Mention of Character Deaths
Characters/Pairing: Narcissa Malfoy, cameo by Lucius
Summary: Narcissa should have realised that given her surname she would be surrounded by darkness. Now it is too much for her.
Word Count: 1197
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: Both
All her life she had been surrounded by the darkness. Sometimes literal, sometimes not. As she sat there now it was the literal darkness that surrounded her as she waited for her husband to return home. It was midnight, if not later. She didn't want to know the time, she would just fret if she did, well fret more than she already was. It had been happening for weeks now. Well weeks that she had noticed, for all she knew it could have been happening for years. Actually she didn't want to know, she wanted to remain in ignorant bliss. Her happy place, the place where she and her husband were happy together like they used to be.
As she sat there, the moon streaming onto her face she felt the tears start to fall. She didn't bother to hide them, not this time, not last time and not the next time they fell either. She wasn't the innocent little girl that she used to be, she had lived through two wars and had come out of them alive, she would survive this. Nothing would break her now, not even her son abandoning her after the war, to try and remake his life. She and her husband hadn't heard from him since days after the war, after they had all been pardoned. It broke her heart to think about it. All of it these days was depressing, there was no light in her life any more something she craved but had no idea how to get back.
She didn't even know if she did want it back when it came down to it and that scared her more than she would ever want to admit.
Bringing her legs up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them leaning her chin on them. She had no idea how long she sat like that. It could have been minutes or hours for all she knew, she just tried her hardest to forget everything, to block everything out and to pray that everything was normal once again. Except it wasn't. It was far from normal.
Finally she looked at the clock and saw it was 3am. She should be asleep but she knew if she went to bed know she would be plagued by nightmares of the war like she always was. No matter what she did, what potions she took they came each night. Always the same.
At first it would start with her husband in Azkaban, the Dark Lord in their manor and then it would move on. Her son would be tortured, she would be beaten, tortured and raped. The Dark Lord doing it personally, breaking her physically and mentally. It would go on and on like this until the end. The Battle of Hogwarts where she witnessed Bellatrix dying over and over again. Seeing Severus's dead body, her husband and son dying too. While the last two hadn't happened during the battle she dreamed of it every night and she hated it.
She was sobbing by now but she didn't care. If there was one thing the war had taught her was that appearances no longer mattered, no matter how much she wanted them to. Her family and her had fallen so far and had yet to crawl out of the hole they had been thrown into by the Dark Lord's punishment and now the new Ministry's hatred of them and all things Dark.
It did nothing to help her.
Not bothering to light a wand, she rose and moved through the house silently, knowing where everything was despite the darkness surrounding her, not even the moon or the stars lighting the way for her. Reaching the cupboard in the 'forbidden room' as she called it - no one had come here in years, not even during the past year with the Dark Lord's reign over the manor had they entered the room.
Taking a deep breathe she tried to calm herself as she opened it, the counter spells to the wards coming instinctively to her. Reaching for the vial she was after she took a deep breathe, pulled it out before locking it behind her.
Raising, she made her way back to the living room where she poured herself a glass of wine, tipping the vial into it. She had to do this. There was no turning back now, there was no light in her life and she refused to live in the darkness despite her maiden name. Perhaps she should have realised that her parents name was a curse years ago. Andromeda disowned, Bellatrix insane, she should have known something of the darkness would fall open her too despite it being so many years of lightness in her life.
She didn't think of Lucius or Draco. She only thought of the pain that would never go away, the darkness that had surrounded her for months, never disappearing, no matter what she did. Drowning her. That was what the darkness was doing, it was forever drowning her and there as nothing she could do about it. Not any more. Perhaps at the beginning if they had tried harder to keep the family together they would have managed it but not now. Now it was too late for all of that.
The only thing that mattered to her now was ending this and to her at that moment there was only one way to do so.
Closing her eyes, she lifted the glass to her lips and stilled. She was starting to panic, was about to not do it when she managed to convince herself that there was no other option. She had to go through with it. Even with the nerves. With that she gulped down the wine, dropped the glass on the floor, vaguely hearing it smash as it hit the tiles.
She could tell the potion was starting to work. The world was getting darker, it was harder to breathe. Falling to her knees in the broken glass she didn't notice the cuts all over her knees and palms from it not the pain that they caused her. She felt the pain in the chest as she struggled to breathe, the burning of the blood as the potion entered her veins, the blurry vision. All signs that it was working.
It wouldn't be long soon.
Vaguely she heard footsteps approaching her, someone gasp and drop something on the floor. She didn't pay them any attention until they knelt in front of her, pulling up her chin to look at them. Seeing it was Lucius she did feel a flash of guilt at the look upon his face.
“I had to, Lucius. I couldn't take the pain any more,” she managed to gasp out as she struggled for air even more so.
“I know, love,” he said reaching out to stroke her face. “I'll join you in death, I won't abandon you again. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long. I just felt so guilty about everything that had happened to her,” he said softly.
That was the last thing she heard before the darkness claimed her forever.
Title: Keeping Promised
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | Depression, Suicide, Mention of Character Deaths
Characters/Pairing: Lucius Malfoy, cameo by Narcissa
Summary: Lucius keeps the last promises he made his wife.
Word Count: 890
Author's Notes: Sequel to the above fic.
Registered purchases?: Both
After the war everything had changed for Lucius, he had felt so guilty about everything that had happened to his family that he felt like he should make amends in the only way possible. He had never been one to kill but he would if necessary, to protect his family. They meant the world to him and to see the family falling apart, it hurt and he didn't know what to do.
After the war, after it became clear the Ministry were just focused on being their usual selves, Lucius had taken it upon himself to hunt down the remaining Death Eaters, to give them the justice they deserved. He knew if he was ever caught he would be sent to Azkaban again so he did it in the dead of the night, being incredibly careful. Death Eaters or not he was still a murderer and not to be trusted in the eyes of the Ministry.
He felt responsible for Draco leaving and he wanted to make it up, to keep them safe. It wasn't until too late that he realised that he shouldn't have, he should have spent more time with them, told them what he was up to. Perhaps then all of this could have been avoided. Except he was out of time now, he had lost everything that had meant anything to him. Narcissa to death, Draco to... He had no idea truthfully and he hated it. It had been months, nearly a year since he had last heard from his son and when it came to it he had no idea if he was still alive or not.
Watching his wife die in front of him and broken his heart. He had meant it when he told her that he would join her in death, that he wouldn't abandon her again. It had taken time running out for him to realise that he had been wrong. If he could have he would have gone back in time and changed it all, paid more attention to her, told her what he was doing. He had been doing this for her and it had resulted in him loosing her none the less.
Glancing at the clock he saw it was ten to four, much later than he had planned. Taking a deep breathe he rose and found the vial that his wife had used. There was just enough
Nine.
A minute had passed while he had been doing it.
Eight.
Lucius was scared. He admitted that to himself for the first time in a long time. He had been scared for years and years. He had been scared of everything that had come to pass, had tried to stop it as much as possible but he had failed.
He had failed everyone. Himself most of all.
Seven.
Lucius stared at the alcohol in the cabinet pondering if he could be bothered. In the end he he decided not to. Instead he gulped down the remaining few drops of the potion. It would take longer than it had his wife but it would work none the less.
Six.
He could feel the potion working wihtin his blood stream. The blood was boiling, his chest was getting tighter, his vision more blurry. While he could he got down on the floor, took Narcissa into his arms and held her against him.
Five.
It was approaching, the end. He knew that and laying there with his wife in his arms he found he was no longer scared. He was content for the first time in a long time, something he had missed greatly. It was a shame that death had to be the thing that made him feel content again. Or the closest thing to content that he could in the current situation.
Four.
He was gasping for breathe by now. It was one of the most painful things he had felt but he didn't care. He just wanted it over and done with.
Three.
It had to be soon. It had to be. The pain couldn't go on for much longer, it was a fire worse than anything he had ever experienced. He just wanted it to end. Except it didn't, no matter how much Lucius prayed it kept on going, never ceasing, never lessening in pain.
Two.
If anything the pain was getting worse and worse. Lucius would have screamed if he could but he found he didn't even have the air to whisper but somehow, he was still alive.
One.
Soon. It had to be soon. Moving slightly, Lucius looked down at his wife, looking so peaceful in his arms, in death. She looked content and happy if that was possible and that broke his heart so much more than it should have.
Zero.
The clock ticked over to four and Lucius felt the last breathe leave him, the world go dark as the potion finally took his life. He was finally with his wife again, able to make it up to her. He wouldn't fail her again. Even if this was the afterlife they were in.
Reaching out he took his wife's ghostly hands in her and pulled her into an embrace, repeating the promises he had made to her as she had laid there dying less than an hour ago.
Promises that he would keep forever.
Title: Dear Diary
Rating/Warnings: PG | Spoilers for the Epilogue? Does that count?
Characters/Pairing: Ginny Weasley
Summary: Ginny reflects on her and Harry just hours before their wedding
Word Count: 1069
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: Both
Dear Diary,
I've written that in here, each night, every day, ever since I was five years old and nothing would ever change that. Not even being possessed by one. Yeah, you would think if you were possessed by a diary you might be a bit inclined not to use one any more but then again I was never normal. There was no way I could be normal given who my family was.
You might have heard of me, I'm Ginerva Weasley and tonight is my wedding to the world famous Harry Potter. To me though he is just Harry and that is what matters right now. Oh, at first I had a crush on the Boy Who Lived but when I got to know Harry I started to crush on him too. It made a big difference getting to know who he actually was. Even if my first impression on him mustn't have been the best. I was such a young girl then but he says he doesn't mind, he finds it cute. I don't know whether to believe him or not.
But that doesn't matter. He loves me and I love him or so it seems. Sometimes, just sometimes I wonder if things would be different if I hadn't gotten back together with him after the war. There was no denying that we did like each other but we were so young, we, well Harry, never dated much otherwise. Yes he dated Cho but really that was one date and was such a disaster neither of us really count it. So essentially I'm the only one he has ever dated. I don't know whether to feel special or not.
He says he loves me but he hasn't experienced other women before. Mum would say this was usual pre-wedding nerves but there's something deep inside me that is questioning all of this. I have to wonder if this is the correct thing to do. Everyone expects it of us, just like they expected Ron and Hermione to marry. I have to admit I sometimes wonder if Harry and Hermione would be happier together, my brother and her are just that different.
I never will voice these thoughts out loud though. I'm not dumb. Mum would yell and cry and everyone would look at me aghast. Really, my entire family is just so predictable it is boring at times. I want adventure, I want fun and I want to live. Perhaps Harry will give me that, he did have plenty of adventures at school though things have seemed to have settled down lately. He says he wants a peaceful life but this is him we're talking about... I doubt he'll ever get the peace that he desires.
Sometimes I do feel bad for him but I love him. I love seeing him happy and enjoying himself, not having the whole world on his shoulder. At least their expectations at least. After the Battle I had never been prouder of him. He was amazing during it and he did it. He had killed Voldemort something that should have been impossible but he did it none the less.
I think at first I only got back together with Harry to make mum happy. Especially after Fred's death. Like I said I do love him but he has barely experienced the dating scene. I know he likes people to like him for who he is and not what he did and that majority of people are like that - or so he thinks, I don't know for sure though. Perhaps we might have gotten together later, perhaps not but I think he should have dated others.
It is too late now. I'm not going to back out of the wedding and he is happy which is important. His happiness is one of the most important things to me which is why I worry about him not experiencing the world so much. He seems so sheltered and I don't like that. Sometimes I'm so scared for him and everything that might happen.
I've considered talking to Hermione about this but I just can't. Perhaps Luna or Neville but at the same time I don't want to worry them. They might think I'm overreacting. Well Neville would try and understand but Luna... She might or she might go on about one of her creatures again. I love them I really do but I don't think they are the ones to talk to about this. The problem, I just don't know who to. Not that anything can be done. There's only hours till our wedding after all.
I best not dwell on the past I suppose but look forward into the future. I know Harry wants a family and I'll give him one. I do want children too. Daughters, I want lots of daughters especially coming from a family so full of boys but I suppose all we can do is wait and see what will happen. It is just pure chance after all.
I suppose I really should get ready. Even if I feel sick with nerves. Plus I'm sure mum will be up here soon if I don't come down and I really don't want anyone finding this. Especially her. She'll cry and become all upset and ruin the whole day and really, I don't want that. Today is a happy day, one of joy and celebration and I'm determined that is what it will be like.
...I think George just let off a prank firework given the bang I just heard. It wouldn't surprise me truthfully. Actually I'm kind of glad even if I'm not down there. Yes mum's probably yelling - yes I can hear her from up her but I'm positive everyone will appreciate it. Despite what mum says we all love what he does and find it amusing. At least I do and I'm guessing Ron too. Bill and Charlie too, no idea about Percy truthfully though I'm just glad he's still talking to the entire family. We'll all be here - my brother's partners and their children too which is great. It will be a massive experience but so much fun.
Yes, I really do need to get ready. Mum's on her way up now actually by the sound of it. Got to hide this too as it is.
I'll write later. I'll be Mrs Potter then.
~Ginny
Points:
Fic 1 Words: 40
Bonus Points: 10
Total: 50
Fic 2 Words: 30
Bonus Points: 10
Total: 40
Fic 3 words: 36
Bonus Points: 10
Total: 46
Alexandra | Hufflepuff