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Nov 9, 2017 9:59:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2017 9:59:47 GMT -7
With everything that had been going on in the Wizarding World in the past, Ginny felt like it was starting all over again. Ginny had been born in a time of the First Wizarding War against the Dark Lord Voldemort, though he was anything but a Lord. She was born around the time that Harry Potter became famous and known as the Boy That Lived. She had been raised around the young man, thankful that her brother Ron had befriended the young boy, and later down the line, they fell in love. Sure, Ginny had loved him since she first laid eyes on him. Harry loved her then down the line, but both of them believed that it had always been a slow burn within them. They both had a tie to Voldemort; Harry had defeated him as a young baby and Ginny had been under his control her first year of Hogwarts. They both knew what it was like to have the Dark Lord controlling them, picking at their brain as if it were a harp. And now? Years after the Second Wizarding War, where Voldemort was defeated for the last and final time, everything seemed to start right back over. This time in the form of the Purifiers. First, there were the murders, then the kidnappings, and then the whole thing after the Triwizard Tournament, and to top it all off her husband had disappeared in the night. The only thing left for her, and her children was a letter. Ginny swallowed, shaking her head from the thought as she grabbed her coat and purse, leaving the Daily Prophet Headquarters. She worked there since James was around the age of two, having first been a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. After she lost her memory, not remembering anything from her adult life, she had left her job on a sort of leave before moving back with her mother and father. Time went on, relearning her entire adult life had been hard, not only for herself but her family as well. She didn’t remember marrying Harry, didn’t remember her children’s birth or childhood; she remembered nothing. All she had was the photos and stories that she was told. And now, now she was back to square one. There was no word on Harry, at least from what she learned on Hermione, but they were trying everything to get him back. Her children were slowly graduating from Hogwarts, Lily is in her last year and given a year she too would graduate from Hogwarts. Ginny smiled, she was proud of her children and would always be, even if she didn’t remember everything about them. She slowly walked through Diagon Alley, looking at different things and remembering certain things she had done as a child. Like running through the place, the time that she had gone to the bookstore and stood up to Draco in front of Harry. She smiled as she grew closer to the local shop that Fred and George had opened, she frowned at the memory that was seemingly still fresh in her mind. She remembered how happy they both were when they opened the shop, recalled all the pranks they shared with Hogwarts and now the entire Wizarding World. Now, while Fred has passed for a long time now, she still believed that he was pranking the world wherever he was. She stopped in her track to look at the familiar building, the colors, the cartoon character that stood by the words.
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Nov 11, 2017 8:21:01 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on Nov 11, 2017 8:21:01 GMT -7
One thing that could be said for the magical community in Britain was that it was a very small world. Just running a “quick errand” in Diagon Alley before the shops closed for the night wasn't really possible. There was always someone there with whom to catch up, even if it was a conversation about the weather—not that there were many of those with as much as had happened in such a short span of time. Sometimes, it was possible to avoid discussions of tragedy, usually when people considered themselves too polite to bring it up. No one was oblivious, though; Parvati was certain of that.
As she carried her shopping bags back with her through the street, she glanced occasionally at the window displays that she passed by. From a visual standpoint, those were some of the only things that ever really changed about Diagon Alley, and there was some comfort in that. Businesses were passed down through the generations of the same family, and some of them had been for centuries.
While it had been in business for only a few decades and not a few hundred years, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes—just up the way—had followed a similar model. Since Fred and George Weasley had founded it, it had stayed a family business, even after Fred's untimely death in the Battle of Hogwarts.
The nearer that Parvati got to the shop, the more that she became aware that someone—a woman, it looked like—was standing outside of it, apparently with no intention of entering. She remained rooted to the spot, Parvati observed, and was looking into the window. The displays inside of the joke shop always had been colorful and entertaining, so she didn't think very much of it.
And then she saw the woman's hair. The pieces fell together, and Parvati walked over to stand in front of the window beside her, shifting her bags back up onto her shoulder. “Alright, Ginny?” She spoke gently in her greeting. She didn't want to break her old friend's train of thought, but she didn't want to startle her, either. Harry's having disappeared had been overshadowed by what had happened to the foreign delegations to the Triwizard Tournament, yet it was still fresh.
Parenting as a single mother was a challenge that had tested Parvati's strength more times than she could count, but it was divorce that had done that. They might have had an unhappy marriage, but Ernie hadn't left without a trace. He had fathered two children besides hers, but he had never vanished on her. That Harry Potter would leave his wife and children of his own accord was unthinkable.
Ginny still had little memory of the majority of her life; she was working, and she had three children, one of whom was still in school. The pressures on her were far greater than anything Parvati had dealt with firsthand, and she knew that Ginny was going to need a village of support until Harry came home safely.
Ginevra Molly Potter
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Dec 30, 2017 17:12:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 17:12:51 GMT -7
Who knew how long Ginny Potter stood there, her eyes never fazing from looking at herself in the reflection of the glass. How much she had changed over the years, her fashion right down to her hair. No longer was she that pale young woman with flowing red hair dressed in hand-me-downs. Instead, she stood there as a confident woman that had married the man she loved, had children that she adored, chopped off her hair and had clothes that she picked out of a store instead of a chest of clothes worn by Weasley women before her. Luckily for Ginny, since she has the first female to be born after many generations of male heirs, it meant that many of the clothes had been tossed or no longer mattered, so she had a mixture in her clothes growing up, but now she never had to worry about that. She had a good job, Harry had a good job – or rather he did before he disappeared. But none of that mattered, what mattered now was actually finding Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the man she married, the father of her children. The selfless man who didn’t think before he jumped into danger to save those that he cared for, the stupid hero that she loved with all her heart. She felt herself growing more upset with each passing moment, and she took a quick breath, a breath that was interrupted by another figure appearing in the reflection of the joke’s shop window, and the voice of someone that knew her. Her attention snapped to the side, and she frowned, “Yeah—I’m fine Parvati,” she breathed out with a shaking smile on her face. While they hadn’t been in the same grade, she had been in Harry’s level while at Hogwarts, they did share the same house as well as the Order of the Phoenix, so she had gotten to know her a bit. At least—enough that she was getting better at not mistaking her for her sister, Padma. “I was just—a little lost in the past,” she said with a small laugh as she turned to fully face the woman, turning away from her thoughts as if they were stuck to the glass. “Uh—how are you Parvati?” she questioned, wanting to change the subject from herself.
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Dec 31, 2017 21:56:16 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on Dec 31, 2017 21:56:16 GMT -7
Ginny breathed out as soon as she spoke to her, and Parvati immediately felt bad for having caught the redhead off guard. Although Ginny said that she was fine, her expression and the way that her smile shook as she spoke suggested otherwise. “I was just—a little lost in the past,” she explained herself.
Parvati guessed that Ginny’s laughter must have been forced, too, but she didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she responded gently, excusing the other woman from her reverie. “It happens,” she said. It was easy to miss those times. Even if everything wasn’t perfect then, either, there had been a lot of good in it. Truthfully, she wasn’t surprised that Ginny would want something that could take her back to decades before the present time, if only for a moment. The memory loss in combination with the stress that must have been unbearable on its own certainly warranted wanting an escape from everything, back to a time that she could remember. Parvati couldn’t imagine how much it would have taken out of her if she had been in Ginny’s shoes. Even if she and Ernie were divorced, they had had a life together, and it was worth remembering.
Ginny asked how she was. She still sounded unsure to Parvati, as though she had to search for something to say.
“I’m alright,” Parvati told Ginny. Her life wasn’t completely uneventful at the moment, but—relatively speaking—she had nothing about which she could complain. “It doesn’t quite feel like summer yet,” she considered, probably owing to the fact that the school year at Hogwarts had been cut short. It was harder than it seemed to think of something to say that didn’t relate back to something else that was a less pleasant subject. The weather wasn’t quite warm enough to consider it summer yet, either, at least… “I can’t believe that my boys are almost in their seventh year,” she smiled, knowing that the youngest of Ginny’s three, Lily, was in their same year.
“How are your children?” Parvati added. They must have been affected by their father’s disappearance, too, though she hadn’t been able to meet with Lily before the term had come to an end. Both of the Potter boys had left school, though she hadn’t heard much through the grapevine about what the younger, Albus, was planning to do now that he was finished with his seventh year.
Ginevra Molly Potter
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Jan 8, 2018 14:48:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 14:48:12 GMT -7
Parvati and her twin sister Padma had also been in Gryffindor, though they were a year older than she. She remembered seeing Parvati with Harry at the Yule ball back when she was a fourth year with Neville, some could say she was a bit jealous that he asked her instead of Ginny herself, but she had a nice time. Neville was a great dancer, and from the looks of it, she and he were having a far better time than Harry and Ron were. But that was a time when Harry liked another girl, a Ravenclaw by the name of Cho Chang, though she had been with Cedric that year, at least, until he was killed by Voldemort before Harry’s eyes. But that was enough of the past; she forced herself into the present as Parvati told that she too was alright and that it didn’t feel quite like summer yet, this caused Ginny to smile a bit. “It is strange to believe that summer started so early for the children, and for you as staff as well, with everything that went on with the attacks. It reminds me a bit too much of what happened during our time at Hogwarts, though not to this extreme extent,” she said biting her lips. She didn’t want to dwell on it, and once Parvati mentioned her boys were almost seventh years, she smiled, “It is strange to think that my youngest is entering her last year as well,” she mused truthfully. The conversation quickly changed to that of her children, and she smiled though it was filled with a bit of sadness. “They are fine, though I think their father’s disappearance is affecting them a lot more than they let on, though, I guess that is to be expected.”
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Jan 13, 2018 8:09:50 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on Jan 13, 2018 8:09:50 GMT -7
Ginny commented on how unusual it was that the summer had started so early, since the attacks had thrown everything and everyone into a tizzy. “It reminds me a bit too much of what happened during our time at Hogwarts, though not to this extreme extent,” she commented.
Parvati was heartbroken that another attack was what had given her more time with her sons and more time away from the castle, but it was what it was. The atmosphere anymore was one of fear, and the Auror patrols at Hogwarts were proof of that. They had to anticipate the worst and act accordingly, and that was what they’d done in shortening the term.
Even amidst the tragedy, life moved on. Ginny agreed that it was strange to think that her youngest child was almost finished with school, too. In the eyes of the rest of the world, they were all adults or nearly there… How had they grown up so quickly?
On the subject of how her children were doing, Ginny’s expression became noticeably sadder. “They are fine, though I think their father’s disappearance is affecting them a lot more than they let on, though, I guess that is to be expected.”
Understanding how that was, Parvati nodded. She didn’t think that her sons had shown her the full extent of their feelings about everything that had happened with their father, either, though attempting to compare the situations was pointless; it was like apples to oranges.
“I’m sure they don’t want to worry you,” Parvati told her. “Though I don’t think that they always realize that mums know,” she emphasized, offering Ginny a small smile. It was part of a mother’s intuition to know when her children weren’t being completely truthful—whether that was with themselves or with others—and she knew that Ginny hadn’t lost that along with her memory. “But they only end up worrying us more, in the end.”
On that note, she reached out and touched Ginny gingerly on the arm. She doubted that Ginny would go into detail about her own feelings surrounding Harry’s disappearance while they were in public like they were, but Parvati knew that she must have been far from fine. Ginny wasn’t helpless; she had never been helpless. Still, being without so much of her memory, there was no question that she was vulnerable. Harry wouldn’t have put her in that position; he wouldn’t have gone off without telling someone—Ron or Hermione, even, if not Ginny—where he was going, what he was doing, and when he planned to return.
That was what made words of comfort so challenging. It wasn’t like him to leave her and their children. It wasn’t like him at all, which made his safety—wherever he had gone—that much more uncertain. Parvati couldn’t say that everything was going to be alright. She couldn’t say that he was going to be found unharmed and that everything was going to return to the way it had been.
“Just take everything one day at a time,” she advised Ginny softly. It was what she would need to do not to lose her mind because of it. “That’s all that any of us can do.” As the Order got leads, they would act on them. That wait, though, must have been excruciating already. Ginny wanted answers, no doubt, as did they all.
Ginevra Molly Potter
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Jan 26, 2018 17:27:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 17:27:09 GMT -7
“Oh yes, it’s a bit close to what we went through, I’m just thankful that it wasn’t as extreme,” she breathed out, while that was the last thing that Ginny fully remembered, she knew that if it had been a repeat for her children she would have been terrified. She wasn’t even sure how her mother dealt with the whole battle, knowing that her children were fighting and one of them even was killed, Ginny wouldn’t be able to deal with it all over again if it happened during her children’s school year. With Harry, gone, she couldn’t deal with anything more remotely bad happening to her family. While she grieved for the people that lost their lives and the families that lost their loved ones in the attack, she was just thankful that it wasn’t another member of her family. As Parvati revealed that the children are fine, though affected deeply by their father’s disappearance but not letting people on that it was, she nodded her head. “Believe me—I know,” she breathed out, call it mother’s institution, she knew that her children were grieving and she knew that it ran deep within them. Ginny smiled a bit, Parvati seemed to understand it all. While the children wanted to hide their emotions so that they wouldn’t worry those around them, their mother would always know them better than they knew themselves. And while Ginny didn’t remember giving birth to them and thus, didn’t know them at all, she still could tell their emotions were deeper then they let on. She worried about them; now she knew what it felt like to be her mother during their childhood. God, how did her mother do it with so many children and still end up sane as hell? As Parvati said that they just needed to take everything one day at a time and that it was all that any of them could do, Ginny seemed to nod in defeat. “I know—I just wish that it wasn’t the truth,” she said with a small laugh. She wanted answers, she wanted her husband back home, and patience wasn’t her strong suit, never was.
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Feb 11, 2018 7:53:57 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on Feb 11, 2018 7:53:57 GMT -7
Parvati reached out to touch Ginny lightly on the arm. It wasn’t fair to her; she had done nothing wrong, nothing at all to deserve the cards that she had been dealt. It hurt Parvati to know that there was little that she could really do to help her, either. She couldn’t bring Harry back, as much as she wished that she could, nor could she restore Ginny’s memory to what it should have been. If she could have done either one of those things, then Ginny would have been better off for it. If she could do both—recover Harry and the decades of lost memories—that would be a feat known to very few.
Taking it all day by day was easier said than done. Parvati knew that, and she knew Ginny well enough to know that the woman had never lost her stubbornness, not even with everything that would have broken anyone else’s spirits. She was still as determined as ever, and she needed that fighting spirit; it was what would be able to carry her through until Harry could be found.
”We’re all here for you, Ginny,” Parvati promised her quietly. Her family and all of the Order—even people who weren’t, too, she was sure—would be there, standing beside her, and she wanted to ensure that Ginny was reminded of that. She didn’t have to go through it alone.
Thinking, Parvati motioned to the shop. “Do you want to go in?” she asked; of course there was nothing stopping her from it. “I don’t know if George or Ron is working,” she said of Ginny’s brothers, “but even just looking around in there… It might help.” Maybe it was a silly idea, but it was somewhere that was about as familiar to Ginny as anywhere in Diagon Alley could be. Wonder Witch products hadn’t been of any interest to her in over twenty years, but there was still a certain nostalgia to it, one in which she would be glad to indulge if it meant helping Ginny.
Ginevra Molly Potter
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Feb 28, 2018 15:04:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 15:04:38 GMT -7
‘We’re all here for you, Ginny,’ Those words made Ginny smile at the other woman, nodding her head, “I know,” she said softly. She did know that, so many people that she was friends with at Hogwarts including those that remained with the order had offered her any help that they could give, especially now with Harry gone. With her memories disappearing a little while back, she at least had Harry to help her with things, including getting used to the adult life once more, but now that he was gone, turning to friends was all that she could. Of course, her family members were a huge help, from her siblings and parents to her children, and then there was the order and Hermione herself. Pulled from her thoughts, she noticed Parvati motioning to the shop, the same shop that Fred and George had opened up around her fourth or fifth year at Hogwarts, the same shop that was kept up by George and Ron to this day. Parvati asked if she wanted to go in, not knowing if her siblings were working, but offering that it might help just looking around. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders, “Sure—I’d like that,”
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May 2, 2018 21:50:50 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on May 2, 2018 21:50:50 GMT -7
In the midst of everything else that was going on with Harry’s having gone missing, at least Ginny knew that she wasn’t alone in it. She had a massive network of family and friends, all of them rallying around her and her children. As long as she knew that—which she nodded and said that she did, Parvati knew that it wouldn’t be completely unbearable for her.
Inviting Ginny inside her brothers’ shop, outside of which they were standing anyway, seemed like a good distraction. Fred and George had always had a knack for coming up with eye-catching names, products, and displays, and it was no different decades on. Maybe the joke shop was an assault on the senses, but it was familiar to Ginny in so many ways. It was what she needed.
Ginny shrugged her shoulders, agreeing to go in.
Parvati held the door for her friend, smiling already when she saw the product range inside the shop just beyond the threshold. “Merlin’s beard,” she laughed as she caught a glimpse of some of the Weasleys’ WonderWitch line. It had been a while.
Ginevra Molly Potter OOC: We can wrap this one up somehow, if you would like?
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May 19, 2018 13:22:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2018 13:22:31 GMT -7
The moment Ginny and Parvati entered the store that was started by Fred and George, she looked around. She felt her heart pound in her chest, remembering when her elder brothers had opened the shop after receiving money from Harry’s tournament winnings. They had been so excited to finally open a shop together, creating the thing they did around Hogwarts into a reality. Ginny still remembered them selling stuff to small students to get them out of class, or when they attacked the great hall with fireworks during Umbridge’s reign. It had been epic with them around the school, and once they graduated, they were able to bring it into the wizarding world. After her brother died, Ron even decided to help out around the store, taking over partially in his place. She smiled, she knew that her brother was watching over everyone and smiling each day. Ginny laughed as Parvati did, looking at the line of WonderWitch and smiled, “Merlin’s beard is right,” she breathed out. The remainder of their time together was wandering around the store as if they were young kids once more. They talked for a bit, and Ginny found herself distracted from the world around them, it was just the two of them in a joke shop, and she forgot about her problems. When they parted ways after a while, Ginny going one way and Parvati the other, Ginny found herself once more lost in thought, but this time, it wasn’t filled with the negatives but with hope and positivity.
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