Deep Within The Soul (Book 2: Sequel to Perfectly Imperfect/ Ginny Weasley Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

*16 Years Later*

Ginny-

Family. Family was everything to Ginny Potter, it always had been. It was the days like these, when all of her family was together in one place having fun and just generally spending time with each other. That was the best sort of time that was spent with loved ones that you could never get back. Ginny liked to cherish these moments.

She watched as her husband ran around the garden with her brother's, their children and all of their niece's and nephew's shooting water gun's at each other. The look on the children's face's made Ginny's heart warm. Even though a lot of the children were mostly teenagers, things like water guns still made their faces light up; and Ginny loved it.

Ginny looked around the garden and smiled. Her Dad was stood at the barbecue in the corner cooking whilst her Mother was hovering around trying to get everything ready. Mrs Weasley never stopped.

"Ginny, are you away with the fairies again?" Ginny's best friend, Taylor Windsor waved her hand in front of Ginny's face.

"Taylor! I was thinking! I'm not away with the fairies." Ginny rolled her eye's.

"Well you never know. It's always a possibility." Taylor shrugged.

"Whatever Taylor." Ginny sighed.

"Taylor, you will never learn how not to be rude will you?" Hermione butted in.

"I'm not rude! I'm just curious!" Taylor defended herself.

"You can be a bit rude sometimes Taylor." Angelina, Ginny's sister-in-law added.

"Well if I'm gonna be bullied I might go and sit with Victoire and her friend's." Taylor shrugged.

"Oh bloody hell Taylor, please don't. Leave the poor girls alone." Ginny laughed.

"What?! They love me!" Taylor cried.

"Taylor they're seventeen, you're thirty five, I'm sure they don't want you hanging around with them." Ginny rolled her eye's.

"She still thinks that she's that age Ginny." Hermione laughed.

"Why does that not surprise me?" Ginny laughed.

"This is just abuse! Olly! Tell them to stop abusing me!" Taylor cried at her seventeen year old son who was sat with his girlfriend, Laura across the garden.

"I don't blame them Mum, you're a complete nutter." Olly shrugged.

"Mum! Come and join in!" Taylor's younger daughter, Lottie, who was ten called her.

"No way! I don't like water fights!" Taylor replied.

"Come on Taylor, you spoil sport!" Harry, Ginny's husband cried at her.

"You're calling me a spoil sport! What about your wife?!" Taylor cried.

"Come on Taylor!" Ginny cried, pulling Taylor up and running right into the middle of the water fight.

"Yay Aunt Ginny!" Lottie cried, spraying Ginny with her water gun.

Suddenly Ginny fell to the ground in pain. She held her head as the screeching filled her ears and her head. It wouldn't go away. It suddenly stopped and an old memory filled Ginny's memory.

Memory:

It was the summer of 1995 and Ginny, Taylor and Colette were sat by the lake that was nearby the Burrow. Ginny had just been involved in the battle in the Department of Mysteries. The sun was blazing down on them.