Unforseeable

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"I saw you with Teddy," Ginny whispers in Harry's ear, both startling yet making him rather glad to hear her voice.

Registering her words, however, Harry blushed. Funny, he thought, how she'd been the bashful one once, yet now was unable to talk to Harry without making him stutter. He placed an arm around his girlfriend.

"Think I'll do a good job, do you?" He asked her, cringing at his own need of reassurance.

"Yeah I do," she said confidently, "and I think you'll look damn good doing it too."

Once more making him blush, Ginny smirked pinching his cheeks and making him uncomfortable by how much like her mother she was. He kept his arm around her as he surveyed his surroundings, chatting with her about how adorable Teddy was and how he'd always thought children were annoying until then. Although, he admitted, he hadn't ever really been around small children except for his cousin, who couldn't have made a good impression anyway. At this, Ginny laughed, though Harry didn't think it was all that funny and was amazed that Ginny thought he was in anyway funny.

As she laughed, her eyes closed joyously, and Harry couldn't help but admire her. The warmth of her laugh was what he'd been searching for all his life, and the fact was; it wasn't just her but her entire family as well. Harry felt as though he were in debt with them, and the death of Fred only worsened the feeling.

Ginny, however, felt very differently. She felt as though her family was forever indebted to Harry, as he'd so famously saved almost all of them at least once, and even going as far to support and invest in her older and idiotic brothers. She said that in the fondest way possible, because although it sounded a bit mean, it was what she loved most about the twins.

As she watched Harry, the knot in her stomach tightened, and the thoughts she'd been avoiding rushed back.

"Harry, we've got to talk," Ginny muttered, suddenly growing serious.

Harry nodded, running a hand through his already messy hair, and sitting to face his girlfriend.

"We cant just pick off where we left off without talking about it you know?" She ranted.

"I'm sorry Gin," he muttered.

She raised an eyebrow, "And for what Potter?"

He didn't reply.

He didn't know what to say, as he wasn't sure what this particular conversation was regarding. He had plenty to be sorry for, but would rather not bring something up that she wasn't already mad about. He watched her watch him.

"If you ever leave me again," she warned. "It'll be the last time."

She wasn't sure she meant that at all, but was sure Harry probably never would anyway. She understood why he'd broken up with her, or at least why he thought he should, but she didn't agree with what he'd done. She didn't think the pain she'd felt missing him was fair, and doubted he'd missed her like she had.

"Ginny, I had to protect you," he starts. "If he'd gotten a hold of you... I-."

She scoffs, "I can protect myself you know."

"I know," he replies.

Ginny was never one to keep quiet, and just because she loved Harry didn't mean he'd be an exception. She wanted it to be clear what she would and wouldn't tolerate, and that her love for him would not keep her from being herself. Much unlike her eleven year old self, she thought proudly.

"How'd you think I felt when I thought you were dead?" She asked angrily. "D'you reckon you're the only one allowed to go dying? Don't you know how badly that would hurt me?"

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