Jocelynn, you know you said it isn't your favourite - well....it's mine!

I loved this chappie Seriously

There was much more description and insight into how Gin feels. And the last bit was brilliant when they heard the thud.

Can I give a reply to the author's note? I think it should be a different little girl seen as Lily is the youngest, just make them have 4

Happy New Year

K xx

Thank you! That's what I was aiming for. The next chappie should be posted by the end of this week. And thanks for your input, because I do think it wouldn't make much sense if the daughter was Lily.

Thank for the reply! Much love,
Jocelynn <3

Chapter 10



“Harry, I‘m really starting to worry you might have a fainting problem. This is ridiculous.” I said as he awoke. His face was pale, but other than that he looked fine. I started to wonder if James had fainting problem too, but after being in the Order of The Phoenix, its not something that people would go bragging about. This is the third time he’s fainted. I’m really starting to worry.

“I’m sorry Gin, but anything but a girl.” Harry said. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“And what’s wrong with a girl?”

“The obvious. When she gets older, the guys will be all over her. Like they were with you.”

“But Harry, its going to be years before that. I‘m sorry to say, but it‘s going to happen either way.”

“Thanks for the help, Gin.” He said sarcastically, making a move to get up.

“Well, what else am I supposed to say? ‘Yes Harry, your daughter will be completely unattractive and no boys will have any interest in her whatsoever. She’s going to die alone with 13 cats.’ Why would I say that If I know it wasn’t true?”

“To make me feel slightly better.” He said. “And why cats? I mean, it should at least be dogs or something. ” I scoffed at him and put my hands on my hips.

“Harry, you‘re unbelievable.”

“Is that one of the reasons you married me?” He asked teasingly. But clearly I was not in a mood. But he couldn’t tell. He gave me a goofy grin.

“No, dear, that was not. I married you because you were sweet and loving and a wonderful person and many other reasons. Where has that sweet quality gone?”

“Its still here.” He told me, rising.

“It must be buried deep beneath, then, because I can’t find it. Your daughter isn’t even born yet and you are wishing she lived alone for the rest of her life with 13 cats.” I told him. “And you know what? You just might live alone with 13 cats.” I told him and then stormed out of the doctor’s office. He didn’t follow me, and I was glad. I needed some time to myself.

I walked, or rather waddled, without knowing where I was going, without having a definite location. I just let my feet guide me, as if they had a mind of their own. Without even knowing it, I had reached a cemetery. I recognized Vienna their. She held Jason’s hand, who stood there, staring up at his mother with curious eyes. I was curious myself, and found myself walking up to her, but a second later wishing I hadn’t. This was obviously a private moment which I shouldn’t have walked in on.

She looked up at me with red, puffy eyes. Her eyes widened when she realized it was me, Ginny Potter, and she quickly wiped the stray tears from her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She says quietly. I’ve got my eyebrows furrowed, wondering why she was the one who was apologizing.

“I’m sorry? I’m the one who should be apologizing. I walked in on you.” I said softly. But still she shook her head.

“No, no, its fine. You didn’t know. I was just…paying him a visit.” She said, her eyes drifting back to the tomb. I followed her gaze. And I understood the reason for her tears.

“Robert died just a few months ago. Its been really hard, you know, raising Jason on my own, and now I have another on the way. But I’m trying.” She said, her voice cracking. And just by instinct, I hugged her really tight. I couldn’t imagine how hard it was for her. Despite how much Harry gets on my nerves, the reality of it was that he could be gone just like that. And I don’t know what I would have done.

“I’m really sorry. I can’t possibly know what you’re going through. But it really is hard losing a loved one. I lost a brother. And I miss him very much.”

“Thank you. I’m really sorry about that. And about this. This is not the way I want people to see me.”

“I-I would have never thought. After how h-happy you seemed earlier.” I stuttered, lowering my eyes in shame for not realizing it.

“That’s the point. I don’t want pity. I’d be grateful if you didn’t tell.” Vienna had asked me.

My eyes widened in surprise. Does she think I would stoop so low already? “No, of course not. This moment won’t be mentioned to anyone ok?” I turned and found Jason still staring up at his mom. “He‘s a curious one. But he‘s such a sweetie.”

“He is. I think he likes you. He normally cries around strangers.”

“Well, I guess I’m no longer much of a stranger. We should meet up again.”

“Definitely.”

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I walked back into the doctors office, leaving with Vienna’s address. I found Harry waiting for me, and I immediately walked into his arms. He was taken aback, I could tell. I guess he was expecting another blow.

“You‘re not mad?” He asked, incredulous.

“No. I just had a change of heart. You remember that lady, Vienna?” I asked him.

“Yes. What about her?”

“I think I just made a new friend. I will be visiting her next Saturday. Will you come?” I asked him, looking up into those brilliant green eyes. He nodded and I smiled.

“of course.”

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Hermione had come over today. She was wearing a beautiful summer dress, and her hair had been straightened. It hung way past her shoulder’s, soft as a feather. I waddled over to her, and gave her a warm hug.

“Gin, are you sure you’re not going to fall over?” She asked me, concerned.

“No, ‘Mione. I’ve got it under control. How are you?” I asked her.

“Lovely. Gin, you just saw me last week. Not that long.”

I put my hand over my chest, and feign a shock. “Well, excuse me if I just happen to care. Excuse me if I love you and wonder how your day was going. But I guess I‘m not getting the favor returned. You Weasley’s are all the same. Tell me when was the last time I spoke to my poor dear brother.” I told her in a dramatic voice, now leaning my head back and putting my hand over my forehead in mock despair.

“Tuesday.” Hermione said, trying to sound serious but a giggle escaping her lips.

“And what is today?”

“Thursday.” She said.

“48 hours are much to long. Too long I tell you!” The Hermione starts to play along.

“Oh yes, I know love. But don‘t you worry. I‘ve been feeling neglected as well.” I says. I look up to her and pout my lips and encourage her.

“Do tell. Let it all out! I am your temporary therapist. Let all your feelings spill.”

“Well, Dr. Potter,” She said, “Ron‘s changed. I mean, I know that it’s the new thing. But I just want to be loved!”

“Let it out! Go on, ‘Mione.” I tell her.

“But I see he has someone new, or better yet, some things.”

“And what are those things?”

“The Xbox 360, the PS3, and food!” She cries. I burst out laughing. I would suck at being a therapist.

“Well there‘s only thing to do. An intervention.”

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” And that when we noticed Harry standing there, hands crossed and mouth hanging open.


“Oh, Harry. I didn‘t see you standing there.” Hermione said, a bright shade of pink appearing on her cheeks, her voice faltering.

“Well, obviously. Or this wouldn’t have continued for the last 10 minutes.” He said.

“You were there through the whole thing?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes, and I must say it was quite entertaining. Ron would love to hear about this.” He smirks.

“You wouldn’t.” Hermione gasps.

“Oh, I would. And I did.” And suddenly, there is Ron walking out the kitchen with a big sandwich in his hands. He smiles widely. He takes a bite out it.

“Hi, ladies.”

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A/N: Well that's the 10th chappie. I was kinda everywhere in this one. Mainly because I didn't quite have a goal for this one, other than the bit with Vienna. Tell me what you think? And also, I'm having some trouble picking a name because I can be picky even if its just a character, yadda yadda. Anyways, if you've got any ideas, just give me the list in your replies? Please and thank you =).

Much love,

Jocelynn

And thank you KatielovesHP

Oh you're very welcome I love to read this !!

Poor Vienna - such a shame She's strong, she'll pull through. Why don't you call Baby-Potter after her?? Or something like her name and make it a part of the storyline?? Think about that one!

The last part was like they were all young again and the XBOX bit was beyond funny!

You have a rare talent, you can write humour to the T but you are very capable of writing a serious story. You're so cool!

PAMS PAMS

K xx

Awww! so sorry for missing so much!
DAWWWWWWW! Ron.. Woww! Hahahaha!
It's reallllyyy good! And a girl! YIPPEE! *is excited for them*
I love Harry fainting again!
And poor Vienna!
I loved all the updates! Awesome job!

Ooooh I never thought of that. Thanks for the idea. Rare talent, that's so sweet, but I don't think its rare. I just love to write, it comes naturally.

Yes, the Xbox bit was a bit of a glimpse into my real life. I've got two brothers, so yea haha. Thank you bunches for the reply! You helped! c:

Oh its alright love, not your fault! I wasn't the best updater. But I'm glad you're still reading. Thank you for the reply! I'll try to update soon. Hopefully by the end of the week.

Jocelynn <3

OOoh, waiting for the update then!

Chapter 11

“Do you remember when we’d sneak out? We’d meet up at that old oak tree. I’d climb up and sit on a branch, silently waiting for you.” He said.

“Of course. I couldn‘t wait for the time to come.” I said, looking up into his green eyes, which seemed to shine, even in the night.

“You used to be worried at first. Worried that someone would notice and come looking for you. Worried that something would go wrong.” He told me, almost a whisper.

“How could I forget? My parents…they were so strict. They would have never approved. They would have done something. I was afraid of what that something would be.” I told him, my voice soft. Suddenly, his expression softened a little more.

“But yet you still came.”

“I always did. Unless there was a good enough reason not to.” I said. He nodded.

“I miss you. I‘m so sorry about this.” He told me. And suddenly, the tears came.

“I miss you too. You‘ve got no idea. I need you.” I choked out. He took a hold of my hand.

“I did not choose this, and neither did you. And I‘m sorry about this. I really am. I know that I‘m never going to see Jason and the baby grow up and live his life. I know I won‘t be there every step of the way. And it sucks.” He told me, and I could hear the true pain in his voice. And a thought came to mind.

“A time turner! That’s what we need. I could prevent this from happening. Then you would still be here!” I exclaimed. But to my complete surprise, he vigorously shakes his head.

“No. Don‘t do that.”

“Why not?” I was so confused.

“Because bad things would happen. Time is not to be messed with. Good things will happen if you keep things the way they are. I know it.”

“I don‘t care about that! I need you here. You simply don‘t understand.”

“Well, you must care. Promise me you won‘t mess with time.” He said. But I said nothing. I just looked away.

“ Vienna, promise me!” He said, desperate. “Look at me! Promise me, Vienna!”

“Ok, Robert. I promise.” I whispered, tears streaming. “I love you.”


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My eyes shot open. That dream. The recurring dream. Same place, yet different conversation. In my dream, we’d always be at that oak tree, just like old times. And we’d talk about things, but only briefly, and the dream would change. But I had gotten an idea. And he completely denied it. It was basically as if he was denying me from being happy. And I hated that. More than anyone would never know. I’d never be able to hear his voice in person again. Just in a stupid and useless dream. I cried. I won’t deny that. I didn’t know how long I sat there and let the tears fall. My alarm clock is what shoved me back into reality. I had woken up way before my usual time. It was then that I realized what day it was. Saturday. Stupid Saturday. Ugh. I hate weekends. In fact, I just hate days in general. It’s just another bitter reminder that I am living to see another day, and Robert is not.

Today is also the day that I get to meet up with Ginny Potter and her husband. I woke up a mess, but I am determined to never let them see me like this. Well, that is if they don’t think I’m too much of a depressed weirdo to even try and get to know me a little better.

And that’s when I heard another door creak open. I smiled a little for the first time today, I just knew who it was. Jason. I laid back down on my bed and put the cover over my face, and pretended like I was sleeping. I could just hear his faint footsteps walking up to me, to remove the covers from my face. Jason only knows me too well. A smirk crept up on my face, and that gave it away. He only laughed.

“See, I knew you were not sleeping!” He exclaimed. I just burst out laughing.

“I was sleeping love. You just woke me up.” I told him.

“No. You were smiling.” He said.

“I was having a nice dream.” I told him.

“I‘m happy you are having a nice dream.” He said. My smile faded slightly.

“But, Jace, I always have nice dreams.” I told him softly. To my surprise, he raised his eyebrows.

“No you don‘t, Mommy, you‘re lying.” He said.

“And how would you know if I‘m lying or not?”

“Because sometimes I hear you crying.”

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Ginny’s P.O.V.

“Wakey-wakey, Harry.” I said, opening up the blinds to let the sunlight in.

“No-ee, no-ee, sleepy, sleepy.” He said, which was apparently the most intelligent thing I could get out of him.

“Really Harry? We are seeing Vienna today! C‘mon, honey.”

“Five more minutes.” He grumbled.

“Why five? Why not now?” I asked.

“Because I‘m the chosen one.” He said. I sighed. I looked at the time.

“Well, I guess it‘s not terribly late. Alright. Five more minutes. Nothing more.” I told him, pointing my index finger at him, reminding myself of my mother. I walked out of the room to let him sleep. As I did so, I felt the baby kicking. I smiled to myself, and put my hand on my belly to feel it. As if the baby knew, she kicked again.
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“So, where will we meet Vienna today?” Harry asked me, taking a bite of his toast. I wasn’t eating breakfast, I kept eating ice cream, although I didn’t think it was that healthy.

“At the park. She can’t find a babysitter for Jason so we’ll go to the park. It’s convenient for her and poor little Jason won’t have to be so bored listening to us talk.” I told him, taking another spoonful of ice-cream and shoveling it into my mouth.

“Well, why can‘t her husband watch Jason? It‘s a Saturday, surely he can‘t be at work.” Harry said. My eyes widened when I realized Harry didn’t know about Robert. Harry seemed to notice my expression.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” He asked. I shook my head vigorously.

“No, no. Oh, I’m sorry I hadn’t told you sooner.” I said. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Tell me what sooner? What aren’t you telling me, Gin?”

“Well, the thing about Vienna is….She’s widowed. Her husband died just recently. She has no husband, technically.” I said.

“Oh. Oh, that’s…that’s really sad. I’m so glad you told me though. I wouldn’t want to make things really awkward. But, when did you find this out? You guys haven’t known each other long.”

“That day when you decided to faint in the doctor‘s office.” I said, and his lips pursed.

“Okay, I didn’t decide to faint. It just happened.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry, Harry, thanks for correcting me. When you were to weak to find out the gender of your child without fainting.”

“Fainting is normal for everybody.” He said defiantly.

“Oh, Harry we aren’t going through this again. You already know you will lose this argument. Like you did the last time. And the time before that.” I said, walking up to him and pinching his cheeks as if I were his grandmother.

“Oh, stop that.”

“Fine, then. We‘re leaving in 15 minutes. Go change. Can't go to the park in your pj's.”
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We arrived at the park, and I was looking for those dark curls of Vienna’s. I looked and looked, but I still couldn’t seem to find her. But what I did see is a flash of blonde hair go past me. Jason. Where there is Jason, there is Vienna. So followed him.

And there, across the park, is Vienna, watching with cautious eyes. Jason was like a magnet to her eyes, the way they seemed to follow him perfectly. And there that I realized that even though she may seem happy and bubbly, she wasn’t one to let her guard down. I waved at her trying to get her attention. Her eyes caught mine, she smiled and she signaled for me to come over, Harry right behind me.

“Vienna! So glad you came.”

“I had to. And plus, Jason loves coming to the park. It‘s a perfect opportunity. Hello, Mr. Potter.” She said.

“Please, call me Harry. And how are you?” Harry asked politely.

“Wonderful. It‘s a great day, how could I not be?” She said. Then she noticed Harry’s eyes. “Oh, did Ginny drag you out here?”

“Out of bed. Wouldn‘t even let me sleep.” He said, rubbing his eyes. Oh, he’s such an actor.

“I did let him sleep! Five minutes extra, actually.”

“Oh, five minutes. That‘s a generous gesture.” Vienna replied.

“Well, for her it is.” Harry said. I stepped on Harry’s foot and heard him groan, all the while a smile was pasted on my face. I saw Jason playing tag with a little boy about his age, maybe just a year older. He fell, and had a loud piercing cry. Vienna’s attention hadn’t been entirely on Jason, but on us too. Startled, she jump, and tried to run to him. Other kids were so caught up in their game that they ran in front of us. She tripped and fell flat on her stomach. And now the playground was filled with the cries of a hurt pregnant woman and her son. Today was not the day for this. This was not the plan. And now, because of us, this might be the end of Vienna's baby.
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A/N: So, the update too longer than expected. I was going through so much writer's block. I knew what I wanted, just not how to get there. You get what I'm sayin'? Yes, no? Ok, then. I've decided I don't want Vienna to be the depressed widow and single mother. I want to give her a life, and although I'm not sure exactly how, I do know this will build up to it. So please, do forgive me.

I really do hope you like it. Not the best chapter(Sorry, I'm always worried about stuff like that). Please reply, tell me what you think.

Ohmyword!!! Don't let Vienna's baby diee! That's soo sad! ::cries like a baby:: Dawww, I love the update though! And the whole part about Robert, dawwww, ::cries some more:: sooo sad!

Oh my Gosh!!!

I can't believe this, I hop the baby and Vienna are OK (they had better be)

K xx

EEP!! I love this fan-fic Please continue :o Poor Vienna Sh-she c-can't lose her b-baby *tear*
PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!

Nat xx

Chapter 12

I’d never thought this is how the day would turn out to be like. Vienna screaming. Jason crying. Healers rushing to her. Harry and I waiting long hours for the results. I felt so sick. I’ve never killed anyone. I just hope today isn’t the day that I do. And even worse, a mother, and innocent baby, and leaving a little boy orphaned. My eyes involuntarily roamed to Harry, and orphan himself. Our hands were clasped, waiting for any news about Vienna. Hermione walked up to me. She looked so professional. Her face gave nothing away. She looked at me.

“How‘re you holding up?” She asked me.

“I could be better. Way better. But I can‘t wait much longer.” I told her. She nodded.

“Well, I have some good news. Vienna’s fine. Alive.” She said. And I smiled, but realized that this had nothing to do with her baby. Hermione didn’t mention the baby.

“And the baby? What happened to the baby?” I asked frantically.

“We had to get the baby out. A boy. We didn’t think he would last another month.” She said in a sympathetic voice.

“So you’re telling me the baby’s born premature?” I asked her. That’s not exactly a good thing either.

“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.” She says, giving my eye contact. Like a professional.

“You think he’ll make it?”

“Yes, I think so. It‘s only one month, so it‘s not as drastic as for, 2 or 3 months. He‘ll be fine.” She said. Now I can breathe a little easier.

“Can I see her?” I asked. Of course I was expecting a yes, but I got otherwise.

“No. We aren‘t allowing her any visitors at the moment. But soon.” Hermione says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“So that‘s it? Not even Jason?” I ask. I didn’t think he’d be badly hurt.

“He‘s staying overnight. But yes, him you can see.” She said. I follow her as she leads me to Jason’s room. Hermione knocks, and although she doesn’t hear a response, she walks into the room. I’m at toe. I see Jason laying on the bed, with a cast on his right arm. There’s no television for him to watch like in a muggle hospital. He’s turned facing opposite of us.

“Jason? Are you awake?” Hermione asks. No answer. “Well, Harry and Ginny Potter are here to see you. You remember them, right? They’re your mother’s friends.” She continues. Jason gives no response, just a slight nod. Hermione steps aside to let me see him, and she leaves, giving us privacy.

“Hey Jason. It’s me, Ginny.” I say softly. I wouldn’t want him to call me Mrs. Potter, I am not that old. At first there’s no response, but then he turns and looks at me straight in the eyes. For a small boy, his eyes are piercing. They remind me of Harry’s. Young yet curious, insightful.

“Hi,” is all he says. He looks around the room, probably thinking that Vienna would be here with me. “Where‘s Mommy?” He asks.

“She’s not here.” I say simply.

“Well then, where is she? I want to see her.” He says, rising but feeling the pain of his arm, he lays back down.

“I want to see her too. But we can’t. She went through surgery.” I say.

“No, no, no! They won’t cut her. The wont hurt my mommy.” He says. He tries to rise, but I push him gently but firmly back into bed.

“They aren’t hurting her. They are trying to help her.”

“No! That’s not their job.”

“They are healers. It is their job.” I say calmly.

“No. There’s only one person who can help her.” He says so surely.

“And who would that be?” I ask.

“I can’t say. I won‘t.” He says, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Alright then. You don’t have to.” I say. I remember how Vienna had said that he liked me because he hadn’t cried in the cemetery. I can only assume that any good feeling or thought he had of me had taken flight. Jason wants to be left alone. So I get up and leave with Harry. Just as am about to walk out the door, he speaks again.

“Is the baby fine? He’s not hurting, right?” He asks. I look down at the floor. Black and white tiles. There is no shade of gray between them. No color in between that brings the shiny black and creamy white together. I think about my situation now. It’s either yes, or no. Black or white. Jason doesn’t understand premature birth. And how serious it is. So I say the first thing that comes to mind.

“He’s alright, I guess.” I don’t answer the second question. I don’t know if Vienna’s baby is hurting or not. So I leave.



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Knowing that you almost killed someone is dreadful. It’s a horrible feeling. How Voldemort or any deatheaters could possibly deal with that is beyond me. However, I’m not saying they were ever capable of feeling human emotions, though. I just feel like crap, to be honest. But someone is there to break me away from my worries. He brings me back to reality when I feel his arms being wrapped around me from behind, and he plants a kiss on my cheek.

“It’s alright. Know one is judging you.” He says softly.

“I bet poor little Jason is.” I manage to say.

“Jason is young. He doesn’t know any better. And I don’t think he even thought about blaming this on you. He’s just worried. He wants to see his mother.” Harry says. It makes sense, its reasonable. They are keeping him from seeing his mother. He must be at least curious. Then again, those eyes always show curiosity.

“The baby might be premature, but at least he’s alive. At least everyone’s alive.” I say. Harry’s no longer behind me with his arms around me when I realize that he’s walking in front of me. His eyes stare into mine, searching.

“You don’t really think it’s your fault, do you?” He asks, his voice very gentle, but disbelieving. When I don’t answer, he sighs. “Alright, let’s think this through. Vienna called for you to come over. And this is the park. it’s filled with clumsy and energetic kids. A fall could happen anytime.” He says. “And not only that, but a broken arm never killed anyone. I know deep down you are a wonderful person. Something as small as a fall could not have killed 3 people.” He says. And suddenly I feel better. Harry knew just the right thing to say when no one else is.”

“Harry, you are so sappy.” I tell him as I get up to give him a hug. He willingly hugs me back.

“But it worked, didn’t it?” He asks me.

“Yes. It worked wonderfully. You must tell me which Nicholas Sparks novel you got this from.” I say, pleased with myself when I hear him laugh.





A/N: Thank you for the replies. I don't think I'd be so heartless as to kill Vienna or the baby. Hello Lunax246, welcome . Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter. This story will soon be coming to an end though, . But, I am thinking of making a sequel. It will include the children during their Hogwarts years. What do you think about that?

Great post I love Nicholas Sparks

Glad the baby and Vienna are ok

Chapter 13

6 years later.

Me and Ginny sat on the couch at our living room. 6 years before, we sat at the exact same place, and I took a seat, telling her all that was bothering me. And I look back now, thinking how I could ever doubt anything. Robyn was born, although I was unconscious through half of it. I saw the blood and just lost it. It’s quite sad when you come to think of it because I’ve faced Voldemort, and there shouldn’t have been anything worse than that. Nothing worse than the Nose-Less Monster. That’s what I tell Robyn he’s called. I had tried to shield her from the fact that everyone now knew her and her parent’s names, but unless we were to live in the muggle world, we could do no such thing. It had found a way to reach her, but she still doesn’t understand even half of it fully, which I’m grateful for. We sat and looked through countless catalogues for children. Pictures of babies dancing with their own miniature versions of hippogriffs. Babies with Hermione Granger talking figures that practically took on a life of its own. Hermione thought it was rather creepy.

“That sounds nothing like me.” She says, scoffing. Me and Ron turn our heads towards her with a grin on our face.

“That sounds exactly like you.” We said in unison.

“But look at it’s hair. Mine is so much tamer.” She said.

“Not, it‘s not.” We said again in unison. At the point she stormed out, but we knew she never really was mad.

I wanted to keep it traditional. Girl’s like unicorns, right? Robyn didn’t mention a thing. She purposely seemed to keep us guessing. But she didn’t want to wait no longer. So one day, she walks up, with visible freckles and short shoulder length hair.

“Oh daddy.” She sings.

“Oh Robyn.” I sing back to her. She giggles and I see her two front teeth missing. “What is it you’d like?” I ask her.

“Oh that was exactly what I was going to tell you. You see, a special day is coming up.” She says. “And it could be a little more special with the wind in my hair.” She said. And then she walked away without saying another word. My daughter was so cryptic, but this I understand. She obviously got it from me (*cough* the greatest quidditch player in the world *cough*), she wanted a broom.

Ginny looks up at me, her eyebrows furrowed.

“What in Merlin’s beard….wind in her hair?” She asks.

“A broom, duh.”

“Don’t duh me. And yea…that makes sense.”

“So, there we have it. The perfect present.”

“She’ll love it. She’ll probably be better at it than you.”

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Ginny’s P.O.V.

Robyn’s birthday. March 6th. The years seem to fly. To know she’s already 6 years old, just blows my mind. And she’s so smart too. She has her bad times, but it pays off. Vienna has grown to become one of my best friends. I love Jason, and Alex, her younger son, gets along great with Robyn. I named Robyn after Robert. And plus, I had really liked that name. So now, here I am walking up the stairs to wake up Robyn. I have her get dressed and come down stairs. And squeals when she sees her new toy broom, and thanks everyone else for her gifts. Immediately she runs out to ride her broom, and everyone else but Hermione is up in the air to play a nice clean game of Quidditch. Robyn is the seeker with a little toy snitch that came along with the broom.

Rose, Hermione’s 5 year old daughter, falls off the broom but just laughs it off. Hermione scorns Rose's brother, Hugo for laughing. Then walks off to get a drink. So much children play and laugh, and it’s quite a bit of a cheesy picture perfect way to have a day. I guess having a big family really pays off. And now, I have not a worry into the world. Well, at least not until they all go to Hogwarts. But for now, I’m quite happy.




The End.


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This is the last and final chapter. But I am working on a new story. One with Robyn starting Hogwarts and all. @KatielovesHP I couldn't quite think of a name that was close to Vienna, so I choose Robyn, which was the closest to Robert that I could think of, well other than Roberta lol. Thank you for always commenting. I'm lucky to have had you as a reader.

-Jocelynn

This was a beautiful end. I'm really glad you moved on from the drama and were able to give us a soothing and happy ending. Robyn sounds great and naming her after Robert is priceless. I'm really glad I had an input. I really hope you write a sequel and I hope that you don't put yourself down because I am the only reader. Life outside SS is hard and I know lots of people would love to have time to sit down and comment. You're brilliant!


I liked this, still humorous!

I laughed at this bit

Hermione, your hair was only tame at the Yule Ball and possibly your wedding day!

She's adorable

Of course

I love it that you left it to Ginny to tell us about Vienna. It's just right for her to do it and not Harry. Its moving that she's named after Robert. You may not have thought about this being from Ginny and how you wanted it, it might have come naturally, but it was perfect.

You're very welcome. Thank you for writing this. It has been lovely!