A/N: There will be flashbacks to Ginny and Harry's life. These aren't at all meant to be shippy, the only thing I need to warn about them and the rest of this story is they don't look too kindly at the Ginny/Draco ship. If you love that ship and would hate to see Draco treat Ginny horribly then you should read no further. I *hate* putting warnings, I don't believe in them, but seeing as D/G is a Portkey major ship I feel I must. Anyway, too much talking not enough story.
Harry put the shopping bags on the counter and maneuvered the three year old in his arms.
"Ginny!" He yelled up the stairs.
"Honey, where are you?" He yelled again.
The front door opened and shut, "I'm home," A ten year old in a pink and white leotard said.
"Eve, do you know where your mother is?" Harry asked.
"No Daddy, she was here when I left for practice." Eve put down her shoes.
Eve was tall and lanky with red hair tied neatly in a bun. She looked nothing like her younger sister, Lilly. The three year old had black messy hair and green eyes. Today Lilly had clearly dressed herself. She was wearing her tinkerbell dress and ruby red mary-janes, with bright green and black stockings.
"Have fun?" He asked unpacking the perishables.
"Every minute. Did you go to work today?"
"Yes, and I had fun as well, just in case you were wondering. Will you pack the rest of these while I try and find your mother?" Harry asked.
"Sure Daddy. She probably has her headphones on again. Either that or she's mad at you, does she have a reason to be mad at you?"
"Almost eleven years of marriage, have you ever seen us fight?" Harry smiled.
"No," his daughter smiled back, "But I've seen you both very sad sometimes. Why do you get so sad?"
Harry stopped at the foot of the stairs, "for a moment... a small moment so insignificant to ever really matter, we're sorry for the things we missed, for the people you'll never get to meet." He paused before he went back up the stairs.
He turned to the master bedroom and opened the door. Seeing his wife lying on top of the covers he walked up to her.
"You should wake up now, your daughter is asking questions, we all know you're the smart one, I'm just pretty." He sighed.
There was nothing, no sound, no stirring.
"Ginny, honey?"
Harry walked up to his wife and tried to shake her, only to touch ice-cold skin.
"Ginny?"
* * *
"Mr. Potter?" The doctor came out of the emergency room and took off his rubber gloves.
Harry stood and straightened himself out, "How long until I can speak to her, is she awake yet?"
The doctor looked at Harry in disbelief, "Mr. Potter, you're wife is dead."
"Didn't you try anything? You didn't even look for a pulse did you?" Harry yelled.
"Your wife was blue when you brought her in, she's been dead for some time now. I'm sorry for your loss, I truly am, but your wife is gone. Because of her age we'll be doing an autopsy, in a couple of days we'll get the results. I want to give you the number of a grief counselor." The doctor looked up from his chart to see Harry gone.
Harry apperated to the front door and went inside his home. Something inside him reminded him it was Wednesday and Lilly had picked pancakes for dinner. As he made dinner his two daughters watched him from the staircase wordlessly. They sat there and cried silently, not wanting to say a word.
Eve knew her parents had never fought, and they loved each other very much, so how was her father supposed to live without their mother? All the fairy tales she had ever heard from her mother ended in 'they lived happily ever after' not 'they lived happily for a while then one died.' This wasn't supposed to happen. They were good people, her parents never lied, not even about Santa clause, how was it they deserved this? How was she supposed to go on never being able to talk with her mother, to fight with her mother, to be loved by her mother.
There was a knock at the door, her father didn't get it, he didn't even notice it. She wasn't bound to get it either, she didn't care about anyone out there, everyone she loved that was left was here. Whoever it was let themselves in. There were three of them, with bright red hair. A man about her father's age seemed to be trying to approaching him while the older couple stayed back.
"Harry.... we just heard." The man said.
Her father went from the fridge to the cabinets, "I can't seem to find the syrup."
"What the... who cares about the syrup?" The man said again.
Her father kept searching everywhere in the kitchen as if he were on a holy quest.
"Where's the fucking syrup?"
That was the first time she ever heard her father swear in her entire life, under the right circumstances she might have been shocked.
"Harry, dear..." the older woman sobbed.
Apparently that was a very bad thing to say, he started to tear the kitchen apart. Lilly screeched when her mother's favorite mug hit the floor. The two older people finally noticed them on the stairs and Eve rushed with her sister up the stairs.
When the commotion stopped they went back down the stairs and saw their father sitting on the kitchen floor sobbing.
The next hour was a blur, her father was given some kind of knock out drug and was lying down on the couch. Lilly crossed the room and laid on top of her father, Eve followed and laid down next to them. Hopefully these strangers would get the hint that they were neither needed nor wanted. Apparently they didn't, because they stayed, whispering to each other. Soon enough the two girls fell asleep, not realizing they were tired in the first place.
Eve woke, but where she was, was a mystery. She was lying next to her father and sister, but the room was somewhere she had never been before. It was bright orange, the words 'Chudly Cannons' written everywhere. She got up and opened the door a little, she heard voices down the stairs. She quietly followed them a little until she could clearly make them out.
"So they've been married this entire time?" one male voice asked.
"It seems that way. Did you see how old the oldest is, do you think... do you think that's the reason they left?" A different male said.
Eve turned her head in-between the banisters, there were more people here, but the same three were there too. There was a man with a ponytail with the same red hair and a woman with almost unnatural blonde hair. Another blonde woman sat at the table with the man she had seen at her house, she reminded Eve of her art teacher that was sure she was abducted by aliens.
"What exactly are you saying, that Harry knocked up Ginny and they left?" The man with the pony tail said.
"Do we have to talk about this now, my baby's gone." The older woman said.
Eve's eyes widened. She had never put the two together, she was too busy grieving her mother, but these people looked just like her, just like her mother. That was her grandmother crying over there. She had relatives, living relatives.
"Sorry mum, I guess it's not such a shock to us. I think that we all, years ago, believed they could be dead. I grieved years ago for my sister's death," the man that was at her house said.
The others seemed to agree with him, a long moment passed before the same man broke the silence.
"Do you think Hermione got the message yet?"
"Not if she was out on an assignment. How do you think she'll take it?" the weird blonde asked.
"I don't know. Let's hope she's happy to see Harry again."
Eve decided she had heard enough and quietly made her way up the stairs again. Once she shut the door to the room she saw her father awake.
"Evie..."He said.
She laid down next to him on the bed and felt the warmth of his arm around her shoulders, she felt safe as he hugged her to him. They both fell asleep again.
* * *
Hermione opened the door to Ron's old room, Harry was laying on the bed with his two daughters curled up with him. Mrs. Weasley looked into the room and sighed. Hermione shut the door and walked down the stairs with Mrs. Weasley.
"Did the doctors say what killed her?" She asked.
"No, they haven't said anything." Mr. Weasley said.
"And you gave Harry something, to knock him out?" Hermione asked.
"Of course, you should have seen him. He tore apart his kitchen complaining about some bloody syrup." Ron said.
"I'm sure the syrup had nothing to do with it." Hermione said as she sat down and drank some of her tea.
"Hermione..." Ron sighed.
"What?"
"Don't tell me that you are feeling nothing right now. Don't tell me that when you saw what was in that room you didn't feel mad as hell."
Hermione shifted in her seat, then took another sip of her tea.
"Hermione, just say what you're feeling."
Hermione sighed and rubbed her temples.
"I want to kill him... and I am so relieved he's all right."