Straight To My Head || Harry&Ginny Oneshot Collection

Not Strong Enough.

Quick summary - Set 3 months after the war. Harry and Ginny are together, but it's not all paradise. Harry assists with the rounding up of death eaters and rebuilding hogwarts. Ginny prepares herself for her final year at school. While the couple are very much in love, arguments are becoming more and more common under the stress. When the Weasley's receive an owl inviting them to the Battle of Hogwarts memorial, tensions are higher than ever. Will they pull through?

Losely based on the song "Not Strong Enough" by Apocalyptica.

(cover photo made by me)

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"Harry Dear, I insist you return home with us." Molly Weasley argued.

The War was over. Voldemort was dead, all thanks to Harry Potter. After all the pain and the fights, it was all over. Harry was free. No more nightmares or disturbing thoughts invading his mind.

"Mrs Weasley, I couldn't impose. Your family need time to grieve." Harry shook his head. One of the Weasley brothers, Fred, had tragically lost his life in the battle. Harry knew the Weasleys needed time to mourn the loss of their son and brother. They needed to be a family.

"You are family Harry. You have been for six years." Molly smiled warmly.

Harry opened his mouth to argue.

"No, I won't hear another word. Get your things, you're coming home." Molly insisted. There was something about her tone when she said the word 'home' that warmed Harry to his core. He couldn't argue, the Weasley's were his family.

Harry nodded his head. "Thank you."

3 months later.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" Molly bellowed up the stairs for the seventh time that morning.

After a loud groan, thudding footsteps down the stairs and a door slamming, Ron appeared in the kitchen. He wasn't shocked to see that he was one of the last ones to arrive at the breakfast table, the only ones left to join them being Harry and Ginny.

"Morning." Ron yawned as he plopped himself into an empty chair.

"Honestly Ron, it's almost ten thirty." Molly shook her head as she levitated large plates of eggs and bacon onto the table.

"It's not my fault, they were at it again last night. I swear they were still going at three this morning!" Ron grumbled.

"Again? That's the third time this week." Charlie raised an eyebrow.

"Everything will be fine. Eat your breakfast." Molly instructed. Although she too was worried for her daughter and her boyfriend. Recently the couple had been arguing more and more. The Burrow was a large house with multiple floors, but even Molly had heard them in the attic all the way from the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, Harry joined the table. He avoided eye contact with the seven red heads all giving him concerned looks.

"Morning." Harry said quickly as he grabbed some toast.

"Good morning dear, how did you sleep?" Molly asked.

"Great thank you." Harry said. They all knew this was a lie. Harry was asked how he slept every morning, and every time he replied the same. But the family knew better. They could tell by the dark circles under his eyes and the way he seemed distressed and agitated.

"Are you and Ginny joining us at the grave this morning?" Arthur asked over the top of his morning paper.

Every Saturday, the Weasley's, Harry and often Hermione, gathered at Fred's grave to lay fresh flowers and spend an hour just talking and sitting by his headstone.