Fic: Memories
Title: Memories
Author: jamieln612
Rating: PG
Word Count: 904
Summary: On a rainy day, Ginny sleeps and Harry reminisces.
Author’s Note: This was written for the March ’09 Challenge: Magical Mirrors. It's something I originally planned to write for my membership submission, but I just couldn’t get it to work at the time. A big thanks to lemondrop34. I hope you all enjoy it :)
Ginny was curled up in her favorite chair in the sitting room. She had been reading the latest issue of Quidditch Weekly, skimming an article about new improvements being made to the Firebolt, but fell asleep to the soothing sounds of rain tapping against the window. She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but Harry was noticeably absent when she awoke.
She could faintly hear him puttering around in the attic. Harry loved their house, and loved working on making it a home. Seeing Harry act so domestic never failed to put a smile on her face.
The quiet noises stopped. She sat there, listening for him to start moving around again. When he didn’t, she stood up with a stretch and walked toward the stairs.
She wasn’t concerned, only curious. She slowly made her way up to the second floor, stopping only to look at their wedding photo that sat on a table in the hallway.
She picked it up and smiled, watching as the Harry in the picture leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. They had only been married a few short months ago, and Ginny still had to look at the photo as a reassurance that that day had actually happened; that she wasn’t just having the most brilliant dream of her life.
She put the picture back down on the table and finished climbing the stairs. She pushed the door open, and peeked her head around the doorframe.
The first thing she saw was his messy mop of black hair. He was sitting cross-legged on the attic floor, surrounded by boxes and scattered papers. She could see him holding something in his hand, and made her way into the room to find out what he was up to.
He knew she was there. She could tell by the small movement his head made towards her.
She moved to kneel behind him, and placed a kiss on the back of his shoulder. She ran her fingers gently through the back of his hair. She could see his hands, and in them he held a shard of mirror, what Ginny knew to be a piece of Sirius’s two-way mirror. The mokeskin pouch Hagrid had given him sat on the floor to his left.
Ginny knew all about the mirror; it was one of the many stories Harry told her over the summer after the final battle. She remembered him telling her how he thought he saw Dumbledore’s bright blue eye looking at him, as they sat in the backyard of the Burrow drinking lemonade.
“Hi Harry,” she finally spoke after a few moments.
“Hey Gin.”
She didn’t say anything else. She knew he’d open up on his own.
“You fell asleep. I was going to wake you, but you seemed pretty out of it.”
“It was a good nap,” she said.
She looked around the attic. There were a lot of boxes in the small room. They hadn’t unpacked everything when they moved in, and many of their things were put up there. She knew most of the boxes were hers. Harry didn’t have too many possessions when they moved in together. Most of his belongings had still fit in the old trunk he had used at Hogwarts.
“I dunno,” he said with a shrug. “I was going to try and fix the bathroom faucet, but I ended up in here for some reason. I almost forgot I even had this.”
Ginny moved to sit down fully on the floor. Each of her legs sat on either side of him, and her arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Her thumb stroked back and forth on his stomach. His own hand moved to rest on her knee. He squeezed it lightly.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I think so, yeah. For the longest time even just hearing Sirius’s name would be so painful. Thinking about him now is kinda nice, though.”
“I know what you mean. A few months ago I found a Puking Pastille Fred had given me in the pocket of one of my old school robes.”
She could hear Harry chuckle. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. It didn’t even make me too sad. I thought about eating it, just to feel a little bit closer to Fred, though. I didn’t, of course. It was pretty old, and I really wasn’t up for getting sick.”
He laughed a little harder that time. “Probably wouldn’t have been your best idea, Gin.”
“Probably not. Who knows if it was even a pastille? Could have been some silly trick he was trying to play on me. I probably would have turned into a flobberworm or something ridiculous.”
Harry was openly laughing at this point. Ginny couldn’t help but think of how nice it was to see Harry be able to think about the past and not get upset. He was healing, and it gave her a warm feeling inside knowing that she was the one who got to help him.
“I bet there are some fun things in those boxes over there. Wanna look through them?”
He stood up, and turned around to help her to her feet. His reply was a wide smile and a kiss to her forehead.
He led her through a path of boxes to the other side of the attic, where they spent the rest of the afternoon looking at old photographs, laughing, and listening to the rain.
Author: jamieln612
Rating: PG
Word Count: 904
Summary: On a rainy day, Ginny sleeps and Harry reminisces.
Author’s Note: This was written for the March ’09 Challenge: Magical Mirrors. It's something I originally planned to write for my membership submission, but I just couldn’t get it to work at the time. A big thanks to lemondrop34. I hope you all enjoy it :)
Ginny was curled up in her favorite chair in the sitting room. She had been reading the latest issue of Quidditch Weekly, skimming an article about new improvements being made to the Firebolt, but fell asleep to the soothing sounds of rain tapping against the window. She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but Harry was noticeably absent when she awoke.
She could faintly hear him puttering around in the attic. Harry loved their house, and loved working on making it a home. Seeing Harry act so domestic never failed to put a smile on her face.
The quiet noises stopped. She sat there, listening for him to start moving around again. When he didn’t, she stood up with a stretch and walked toward the stairs.
She wasn’t concerned, only curious. She slowly made her way up to the second floor, stopping only to look at their wedding photo that sat on a table in the hallway.
She picked it up and smiled, watching as the Harry in the picture leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek. They had only been married a few short months ago, and Ginny still had to look at the photo as a reassurance that that day had actually happened; that she wasn’t just having the most brilliant dream of her life.
She put the picture back down on the table and finished climbing the stairs. She pushed the door open, and peeked her head around the doorframe.
The first thing she saw was his messy mop of black hair. He was sitting cross-legged on the attic floor, surrounded by boxes and scattered papers. She could see him holding something in his hand, and made her way into the room to find out what he was up to.
He knew she was there. She could tell by the small movement his head made towards her.
She moved to kneel behind him, and placed a kiss on the back of his shoulder. She ran her fingers gently through the back of his hair. She could see his hands, and in them he held a shard of mirror, what Ginny knew to be a piece of Sirius’s two-way mirror. The mokeskin pouch Hagrid had given him sat on the floor to his left.
Ginny knew all about the mirror; it was one of the many stories Harry told her over the summer after the final battle. She remembered him telling her how he thought he saw Dumbledore’s bright blue eye looking at him, as they sat in the backyard of the Burrow drinking lemonade.
“Hi Harry,” she finally spoke after a few moments.
“Hey Gin.”
She didn’t say anything else. She knew he’d open up on his own.
“You fell asleep. I was going to wake you, but you seemed pretty out of it.”
“It was a good nap,” she said.
She looked around the attic. There were a lot of boxes in the small room. They hadn’t unpacked everything when they moved in, and many of their things were put up there. She knew most of the boxes were hers. Harry didn’t have too many possessions when they moved in together. Most of his belongings had still fit in the old trunk he had used at Hogwarts.
“I dunno,” he said with a shrug. “I was going to try and fix the bathroom faucet, but I ended up in here for some reason. I almost forgot I even had this.”
Ginny moved to sit down fully on the floor. Each of her legs sat on either side of him, and her arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Her thumb stroked back and forth on his stomach. His own hand moved to rest on her knee. He squeezed it lightly.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I think so, yeah. For the longest time even just hearing Sirius’s name would be so painful. Thinking about him now is kinda nice, though.”
“I know what you mean. A few months ago I found a Puking Pastille Fred had given me in the pocket of one of my old school robes.”
She could hear Harry chuckle. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. It didn’t even make me too sad. I thought about eating it, just to feel a little bit closer to Fred, though. I didn’t, of course. It was pretty old, and I really wasn’t up for getting sick.”
He laughed a little harder that time. “Probably wouldn’t have been your best idea, Gin.”
“Probably not. Who knows if it was even a pastille? Could have been some silly trick he was trying to play on me. I probably would have turned into a flobberworm or something ridiculous.”
Harry was openly laughing at this point. Ginny couldn’t help but think of how nice it was to see Harry be able to think about the past and not get upset. He was healing, and it gave her a warm feeling inside knowing that she was the one who got to help him.
“I bet there are some fun things in those boxes over there. Wanna look through them?”
He stood up, and turned around to help her to her feet. His reply was a wide smile and a kiss to her forehead.
He led her through a path of boxes to the other side of the attic, where they spent the rest of the afternoon looking at old photographs, laughing, and listening to the rain.