Forgiven: A Ginny Weasley Story

Forgiven: A Ginny Weasley Story

Forgiven

A Ginny Weasley Story

I had never really forgiven him for dying. Yes, I know. It sounds really stupid and selfish, but at the same time he had made me promise to move on, the smart bastard that he was. But as I looked back I realized something. He was saving me from the years of heartache and loneliness of isolating myself from the world. I loved him, yes, and would have given everything, even my own life for to save him, and that was the problem.

Couldn’t save you from the start

Love you so it hurts my soul

Can you forgive me for trying again?

Your silence makes me hold my breath

All the time has passed you by

I had that conversation with Hermione dozens of time after his death, the conversation where she told me that if I had given my life for him where would that leave him.

I always said that he only saw me as Ron's little sister and not as a love interest.

She would always remind me of what he said right before he died.

Not that I really needed reminding, the conversation was always on my mind. I guess I was trying to figure my way out of my promise so that I could be with him. It never worked. And then I would remember again and relive the pain of losing him.

"Ginny…" he had said softly.

"I'm here, Harry," I answered.

"Ginny, do you remember that promise I made you all those months ago."

"Yes," but I didn't want to remember.

"I am going to have to break that promise."

For so long, I’ve tried to shield you from the world

You couldn’t face the freedom on your own

Here I am

Left in silence

"No, Harry! You can't leave me! I love you!!"

"I succeeded, Ginny. He's gone. I want you to move on, live, and love. Do not dwell on me. I only ask one thing."

"What?'

"Name you first son after me."

He made me promise and I was one step closer that day to completing that promise.

I had looked down at the invitation in my hands. The ornate border did nothing to hide the sickening glee of my parents at the thought of their youngest child and only daughter getting married. I almost threw the thing across the room.

Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Weasley

Request your presence at the

Wedding of their Daughter

Ginerva Molly Weasley

To

James Isaac Sullivan

Son of

Mr. and Mrs. Jonathon Sullivan

October 31, 2002

I thought it was an appropriate day and James hadn't objected, though my parents were concerned. Thankfully Ron and Hermione kept their mouths shut about the whole thing. Then again, they had named their first child Lily Emma Weasley.

Now I can hear the complaints and cries of outrage. James?! JAMES?! (That is what Ron had said when he found out.)

I didn't agree to marry him because of his name. He understood what I had gone through and didn’t resent Harry for the love I still had for him. He was kind, understanding and wanted what I wanted. I loved him for it. No other really understood.

And when we started talking about marriage, he had agreed with me that I should keep my promise to Harry. I knew he understood what all of it meant to me.

Even when my first love had died, but I'm not bitter. Despite what some people still think.

You gave up the fight

You left me behind

All that stands forgiven

You’ll always be mine

I know deep inside

All that stands forgiven

When I married James it was because I loved him. Everyone realized that in the end. That, or they just didn't want to face my temper. James and Hermione still laugh at the time Ron tried my patience for the last time about me marrying James. I think Ron still has the marks where I hit him with that curse. Ron just leaves the room whenever they talk about it.