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April 7th: Dandelion

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Harry looked outside the window of the living room as he heard loud giggles and shouts. He smiled as he watched his children running amuck, pulling dandelions out of the ground.

Lily, the youngest and most energetic, plucked one from the ground and blew on it harshly, delighted in the way they flew around her.

Ginny chuckled beside him. They sat cuddled on the couch, watching their kids’ antics. “They find joy in seemingly small things.”

Harry hummed. “It’s wonderful how fascinated they are by everything.”

They watched as Lily plucked two dandelions from the ground and ran towards the house. Her brothers exchanged a surprised look and ran after her.

It was not look before Harry and Ginny heard the pitter-patter of her footsteps hurrying into the living room.

“Mummy! Daddy! Look, I got you a-” She paused as she looked down at her flowers, the pollen around them gone.

Harry and Ginny exchanged an anxious look just as James and Albus entered.

“Lily, what-” James started but he was cut off.

“No!” Lily cried. “What happened!”

Harry sat up immediately, taking Lily’s arm, and pulling her to him. “It’s alright, Lily. They probably fell while you were running.”

“But I wanted to show you!” She whined.

“We were watching you play through the window, they were really pretty,” Ginny assured her.

Lily looked down at the stems in her hands, disappointed. Harry gently took them and kept one for himself and gave the other to Ginny. “There. We can still keep them.”

Lily smiled at them. “Good! Then I’ll get more!” Before Harry could stop her, she bolted out of the room followed by her laughing brothers.

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April 6th: Whistle

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Ginny stared at the fireplace of the Gryffindor Common Room, listening to the low crackle that was the only noise in the room, save for the group of third-years mumbling in a far corner. She was trying desperately to complete her Charms homework and had been at it for an hour, and only finished half. She almost gave it up but heard Hermione's voice in the back of her mind, telling her how difficult O.W.Ls are and how important they are.

She sighed, looked back down at the textbook laid out before her, and flipped a page. As she read, she began to whistle a tune that was vaguely familiar to her but she could not tell where it came from.

Being so immersed in her writing after finally finding the right answer, she hardly noticed the sound of a whistle behind her that was aligned with her own. Her whistling died out as she turned her head to see Harry sitting in the armchair not far from her, taking out his textbook and parchment. Once he heard her stop, he snapped his eyes up and smiled.

"I see Celestina Warbeck has wormed her way into your head," he smirked.

Ginny slammed her hand on the table. "That's who it is! Goodness, I couldn't place who the song came from!"

"Years of hearing your mother play it must have some lasting effect."

Ginny sighed dramatically. "Yeah. It's a shame to admit I actually like it." Harry chuckled and Ginny grinned.

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April 5th: Impossible

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Harry stared at the ceiling of the tent. He could hear Hermione shuffling about under him, setting up her bed. He wished she would settle down but she seemed fitful nowadays.

They had only exchanged a few words between them since Ron left. Hermione spent most of her time silent or crying and Harry would never know what to say to her. He did not have the same calming ability that Ron had.

Ever since Ron had left, Harry himself had been distant and quiet. His best friend had left him alone, the one person he could always rely on.

Harry sighed and turned to his side. He had the snitch clutched in his hand.

The intensity of the task ahead seemed to weigh on him more and more as the days passed. It was starting to feel impossible.

Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve, a familiar voice in his head said.

Harry let out a soft chuckle at the memory of the two of them in the library, sharing chocolate eggs, and being chased out by Madam Pince. At the time, his biggest worry was how he was going to contact Sirius. Now, he was trying to live to see another day and her words still rang true.

He closed his eyes as her voice filled his mind and the last thing he thought of before drifting to sleep was her sweet and soft voice at Dumbledore’s funeral when he had broken his own heart.

Maine Pyar Kiya Chapter 8

Woh Aap Ki Kya Hai?

For the Romione fans especially ;)

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April 4th: Souvenir

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On the morning of the 31st of July, Ginny paced the length of her room, sunlight streaming through the window. Her eyes kept darting to the door, and she almost stepped towards it but stepped back after a moment of deeper contemplation.

She could not believe she was even considering this. The idea sprang into her mind last night, and it slightly amused her. She supposed the source of this idea was her endless dreams of happier times and the ache in her heart every time she woke up.

She stopped in the middle of her room, turning her body towards the door.

In the end, she only wanted to give him something to remember her by, a souvenir to keep for the journey she knew he was taking.

She took a deep breath and walked to the door, creaking it open.

"Harry, will you come in here a moment?"

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April 3rd: Distance

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Ginny entered the dormitory, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the door, willing her breathing to slow and her hands to stop shaking.

It was another day of the Carrow's wrath. Another day of innocent children being tortured and punished for things out of their control. Another day of Ginny spending endless hours comforting and helping the children to the best of her ability, all while keeping up a brave front.

She slowly walked to her bed, her breath coming out in harsh huffs and her hands running through her hair. She sat on the edge of her bed, with her head bent low, choked sobs escaping her lips.

She felt like she was living a nightmare in which no matter how hard she tried, she could not get out of it or save anyone else. The place she had once called home was shrouded in darkness and misery. She had been comforting a first-year girl, a victim of the Carrow's anger. She had been crying profusely, saying again and again that she wanted to go home. The young witches and wizards who had been so excited to start their new life at Hogwarts want nothing more than to live it all together.

Ginny closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She tried to think of happier times when her only worries consisted of homework and Quidditch. She thought about the days she would spend with her family and friends, lounging in the Burrow, flying with Ron and Harry-

Her breath hitched as green eyes and messy hair filled her memory and she screwed her eyes shut.

Almost against her will, her mind was invaded by memories of lazy summer days, running her hands through messy black locks, and lopsided grins that made her heart skip a beat. She remembered running hand in hand through corridors, laughing, trying to find a broom closet and hide from Filch. She remembered soft touches and heated kisses that made her weak at the knees and yearned for more.

She snapped her eyes open, coming back to the present. Her breathing had returned to normal and her heart rate had slowed. She was quite astonished at the calming effect those memories had on her.

Those moments seemed such a great distance away, almost like a dream. A dream she once attained but lost because she had fallen in love with a courageous and noble man. He should not have to fight or risk his life. He should not be a target or doomed to die since birth.

But power and immortality are more important than love, are they not?