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Title: Their Love
Challenge:Song lyric - By Brave Saint Saturn - quote: Let's close our eyes till daylight comes/Babies' breath and crysanthemums/so beaming blue, these dreaming skies/in soundless sleep now close your eyes
Summary:Harry and Ginny Find their Joy and Love after the war.
Rating:PG
Genre:Romantic
Word Count:
Notes/Warnings:Thank you to my beta Bejeweled over @ siye
Author:Saruhime
She stood leaning against a beech tree, watching the waves wash upon the
white sands, her belly showing signs of pregnancy. She was beautiful, her
fiery hair burning the white of her shoulders. She was an angel, the moon a
gentle halo on her being, illuminating her aura.
"Harry," she had said to me, "We should go away, and live somewhere where
chrysanthemums and baby's breath grow wild." I looked at her as if she were
mad.
"But, what about your parents?"
"Oh, Harry, please just take me away, just for a few years." She gave me a
smile that I could not refuse.
"This war it has taken its toll on the both of us, and well, I'm pregnant. I
don't need any child of ours growing up while things still aren't right."
I stared at her as if she had grown an extra head, and a pair of horns. "Are
you really?" I felt so stupid, that those were the words, which had come
out, out my mouth but she did not seem to mind as she hugged me nuzzling her
head into the crook of my arm. "Okay, then we'll go." She cried, and we left
our small home.
"Ginny?" she turned to face me "He kicked, Harry." She placed my hand over
her stomach, but there was not one single movement, I frowned. "I guess he
isn't very fond of his father, do you think he approves of my half-blood
genes?" she swatted my shoulder. "Of course he approves you git."
"Do you think we'll make good parents?" I asked.
"This, sky.." She said, looking up ward.
"Seas of beaming blue, these dreaming skies. I want for our son this
sky, for him to laugh, and cry beneath it." The sun was starting to set as
we headed inside. Our time here was wonderful. Our family came to visit, and
made sure that all was well with her pregnancy. We would apparate to the
burrow for Christmas.
Here at this place, I never dreamt of the war. It was a soundless sleep, a
dreamless sleep, and the only dreams that ever set sail where those of a
future. Of children running along the white sands, building castles and
swimming, while Ginny and I watch them grow. Then we would send them off
to school; where they would know of the love their parents have for each
other. They would dream of a good life. Dream of their own castle, a place I
had called home for seven years of my life.
They would be happy.
July came fast, and I remember being so nervous, I was going to be a father,
and all at twenty-two. Nevertheless, it is what I wanted ever since I was
eleven, a place to belong, and call my own. A family that I could protect,
find joy in. He was beautiful, with dark hair, and dark eyes.
We named him Frederick after Ginny's brother. We had lost both Fred and
George to the war. He was such a beautiful boy. My parents had felt this
joy right after I had been born. Pride surged through Ginny and me as we
watched him grow. As a year went by, again I watched her watch the sea, her
hair burning the white of her shoulders again the signs of pregnancy
manifested to me. Gideon was the polar opposite of Fred in every way from
his red hair and green eyes to his fascination with dragons and his studies.
We watched them sleep in the hammocks under starry skies, and make the sand
castles I had dreamt for them. We watched them play in glassy seas of blue.
Watched them receive their letters, and watched them leave from King's
cross.
We watched them win their first Quidditch games.
Watched them win their last.
We watched them marry, and have children of their own.
"Harry." I looked at her, a crown of moonlight, a garland of baby's breath
and lilacs on her copper head.
"I will dream of you." I said. She laid her head in my lap. She was my
angel.
"Harry, let's close our eyes till daylight comes."
"Ginny, let's close our eyes till daylight comes." I held her close to me we
found shelter in the forbidden forest. I sang to her a song of hope, a song
I didn't know, but it had swelled in my heart the moment Voldemort had died.
I had found her covering Dean's body with her own. Mourning her lost, I
pulled her away sheltering her, healing her the only way I could think of. I
held her, wrapping my cloak around her body. Then I sang it was odd at
first but it mattered not to her as tears swelled, and spilled from those
bright brown eyes "Let's close our eyes till daylight comes, baby's breath,
and chrysanthemums. So beaming blue, these dreaming skies in soundless
sleep now close your eyes."
"Ginny?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
It was no big declaration, and it was not romantic at the time, but I thought that these
words could heal whatever pain flowed through her heart.
Challenge:Song lyric - By Brave Saint Saturn - quote: Let's close our eyes till daylight comes/Babies' breath and crysanthemums/so beaming blue, these dreaming skies/in soundless sleep now close your eyes
Summary:Harry and Ginny Find their Joy and Love after the war.
Rating:PG
Genre:Romantic
Word Count:
Notes/Warnings:Thank you to my beta Bejeweled over @ siye
Author:Saruhime
She stood leaning against a beech tree, watching the waves wash upon the
white sands, her belly showing signs of pregnancy. She was beautiful, her
fiery hair burning the white of her shoulders. She was an angel, the moon a
gentle halo on her being, illuminating her aura.
"Harry," she had said to me, "We should go away, and live somewhere where
chrysanthemums and baby's breath grow wild." I looked at her as if she were
mad.
"But, what about your parents?"
"Oh, Harry, please just take me away, just for a few years." She gave me a
smile that I could not refuse.
"This war it has taken its toll on the both of us, and well, I'm pregnant. I
don't need any child of ours growing up while things still aren't right."
I stared at her as if she had grown an extra head, and a pair of horns. "Are
you really?" I felt so stupid, that those were the words, which had come
out, out my mouth but she did not seem to mind as she hugged me nuzzling her
head into the crook of my arm. "Okay, then we'll go." She cried, and we left
our small home.
"Ginny?" she turned to face me "He kicked, Harry." She placed my hand over
her stomach, but there was not one single movement, I frowned. "I guess he
isn't very fond of his father, do you think he approves of my half-blood
genes?" she swatted my shoulder. "Of course he approves you git."
"Do you think we'll make good parents?" I asked.
"This, sky.." She said, looking up ward.
"Seas of beaming blue, these dreaming skies. I want for our son this
sky, for him to laugh, and cry beneath it." The sun was starting to set as
we headed inside. Our time here was wonderful. Our family came to visit, and
made sure that all was well with her pregnancy. We would apparate to the
burrow for Christmas.
Here at this place, I never dreamt of the war. It was a soundless sleep, a
dreamless sleep, and the only dreams that ever set sail where those of a
future. Of children running along the white sands, building castles and
swimming, while Ginny and I watch them grow. Then we would send them off
to school; where they would know of the love their parents have for each
other. They would dream of a good life. Dream of their own castle, a place I
had called home for seven years of my life.
They would be happy.
July came fast, and I remember being so nervous, I was going to be a father,
and all at twenty-two. Nevertheless, it is what I wanted ever since I was
eleven, a place to belong, and call my own. A family that I could protect,
find joy in. He was beautiful, with dark hair, and dark eyes.
We named him Frederick after Ginny's brother. We had lost both Fred and
George to the war. He was such a beautiful boy. My parents had felt this
joy right after I had been born. Pride surged through Ginny and me as we
watched him grow. As a year went by, again I watched her watch the sea, her
hair burning the white of her shoulders again the signs of pregnancy
manifested to me. Gideon was the polar opposite of Fred in every way from
his red hair and green eyes to his fascination with dragons and his studies.
We watched them sleep in the hammocks under starry skies, and make the sand
castles I had dreamt for them. We watched them play in glassy seas of blue.
Watched them receive their letters, and watched them leave from King's
cross.
We watched them win their first Quidditch games.
Watched them win their last.
We watched them marry, and have children of their own.
"Harry." I looked at her, a crown of moonlight, a garland of baby's breath
and lilacs on her copper head.
"I will dream of you." I said. She laid her head in my lap. She was my
angel.
"Harry, let's close our eyes till daylight comes."
"Ginny, let's close our eyes till daylight comes." I held her close to me we
found shelter in the forbidden forest. I sang to her a song of hope, a song
I didn't know, but it had swelled in my heart the moment Voldemort had died.
I had found her covering Dean's body with her own. Mourning her lost, I
pulled her away sheltering her, healing her the only way I could think of. I
held her, wrapping my cloak around her body. Then I sang it was odd at
first but it mattered not to her as tears swelled, and spilled from those
bright brown eyes "Let's close our eyes till daylight comes, baby's breath,
and chrysanthemums. So beaming blue, these dreaming skies in soundless
sleep now close your eyes."
"Ginny?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
It was no big declaration, and it was not romantic at the time, but I thought that these
words could heal whatever pain flowed through her heart.