harry potter (yerawiz) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-12-29 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | eddie carmichael, ginny weasley, harry potter, lily evans |
Who: Harry & Ginny Potter + OPEN TO ALL HP
When: Monday 30 December beginning around 8:00am
Where: Ginny (and Harry)'s flat
What: Harry's back!
Rating: TBA. But so far Ginny has dropped a cup and attacked Harry, so who knows.
Notes: This started as a Harry/Ginny log, but I want to give everyone else a chance to react to him being there when they show up, so if you want to log with Harry, just start a new comment thread that will take place after Ginny starts letting people in the flat.
Harry hated paperwork. He bloody well hated it. Unfortunately, being an adult meant that while he could leave it for the last minute, he couldn't just get Hermione to do it for him. Being an adult really sucked at times. And it was times like this when he thought maybe he should have taken Ginny's example and played Quidditch. He was an ace seeker, probably could have gone pro if he wanted. Being an Auror had felt like a natural fit, though. Alright, so maybe it had been partly that he felt it was his responsibility to accept when the offer was made, but whatever his reasons, it had felt right. Glancing at the clock, he sighed. 7 o'clock. Ginny was going to give him that Look when he came home and it would be one of those times where was actually cross with him rather than just doing it just to do it. But when you left paperwork for the last minute, you ended up staying at the office well past when you should have been heading home. It was as he was on his way down to Floo home that he saw it. That bright light that split the ceiling, exposing the heavens above him. Harry's wand was instantly in his had, a reflex more than a conscious thought. "What the-" it was like nothing he had ever seen. Curiosity had him reaching towards the apparition above him, even as logic told him he couldn't possibly grasp it. The pain that came next was worse than anything he had ever experienced, worse even than all the times his scar had brought that searing pain through his head. It was worse than the most painful cruciatus curse he'd ever felt. By the time it was over, Harry was sure he would go mad from it if whatever was happening didn't kill him. Eventually, the world righted itself again, but Harry very clearly wasn't in the Ministry anymore. As he struggled to focus on surroundings and explanations, one thought formed in his head, clear as anything. Ginny really was going to kill him for this. ** Packing. It was the worst part of taking a trip of any sort, but especially the ones that you decided to embark on at the last possible minute. It had meant hours of laundry, of rushing out of the Tower to find various items that she was going to need for the trip. But with the rush and bother of getting herself sorted, Ginny had to admit that she was excited at the prospect of visiting London. Ghost horsemen didn’t seem like the sort of thing that would deter her - she’d gone to school with a bloody pack of them roaming about - though she was aware that the reality of her, well, reality being proved as a fictional world was something that was going to hit her hard and fast. She had reasoned with herself that it couldn’t be any worse than spending Christmas without her family. Sure, Hermione, Luna, Neville and the others had been round and they’d made the best of it but Ginny had been exhausted with pretending that it wasn’t awful. She’d lost count of the times she had excused herself to get a grip on her emotions and, in turn, the amount of scolding she had given herself for being so bloody emotional over something that she had no control over. Logically, if Harry and her children had a choice in the matter they’d have been with her. So the idea of stepping onto English soil with no hope of seeing Diagon Alley or the Ministry or her parents home - it was painful, but the sort of pain that Ginny knew she needed. Physical evidence would help her put some perspective between her new world and the one she had grown up in. And maybe she’d stop missing Harry and her kids so much. Sometimes she worried that she would wake up and have forgotten Lily’s gummy smile, the way Albus’ tongue poked from between his lips as he tried to tie his shoes, how Jamie inevitably ended up hanging halfway from his bed no matter how tightly she or Harry tucked them in. It was truly her greatest fear as her time in Manhattan grew larger - that the distance would make her family a distant memory, something which she’d have to actively struggle to recall. Ginny scrubbed a hand through her hair, groaning in frustration as she wheeled her suitcase towards the living area. Everything she needed was packed inside, leaving only her handbag and tablet to contend with before Dorcas and the others arrived. And that meant coffee - the one consolation that she’d allowed herself since arriving on American soil. The Yanks certainly knew how to make coffee, and a good portion of it was a hell of a lot better than their standard British fare. “Coffee,” she breathed, grinning around the rim of her cup as she took a long sip. ** It was hard to say how much time had passed for Harry since he'd left his office at the Ministry. Particularly since it seemed to be hours earlier here than it had been at home. Or perhaps he'd just it skipped the remainder of evening all together and had skipped straight on til morning. After all, it seemed he's jumped into the future somehow, so anything was possible. Harry had been vaguely aware during the interview and medical exam. He'd been with it enough to answer questions, but not to ask many. He was coherent enough to be annoyed at the poking and prodding, but not enough to raise much of an objection. Time seemed to both drag and speed up all at once and at the end of it Harry was standing there with a key card, some money, his wand and the clothes on his back. He decided there was nothing for it but to make his way to the room they'd assigned him. The number was written on a scrap of paper and he'd been given some basic directions. Harry was exhausted and he found himself thinking that if he just found the flat, he could sleep. Maybe things would feel a bit clearer after a nap. They'd told him during the interviews after his arrival that there were people he knew here, but Harry had honestly been fairly out of it, so the last thing he expected as he let himself into that flat was to find his wife there. Harry forgot all at once about his plans to nap as he stood there staring like a muppet at that very familiar face. "Gin?" he said stupidly. It came out sounding like a question even though it was very clearly her. If nothing else he knew there was no one else in the world capable of looking at him like that. He just couldn't believe she was actually here. ** The cup she had been holding fell from Ginny’s hand with a light crash, dark brown liquid scattering over the floor with pieces of blue ceramic. She didn’t even acknowledge it, stepping through the entire mess on a quick inhale of breath as her eyes went a little wide. It was Harry. She knew that without question. But there was a level of shock that left her speechless. So she just stared as she made her way around the counter and towards the front door, taking in every single detail from the curl of his hair to the bright red cloak of his Auror uniform. He was different from the last version she had seen - definitely younger. He’d been a few years older the last time - the only time - not that she’d cared. Harry was still Harry, and so long as he remembered that they were married and had a pretty great life Ginny had been certain she could handle all the rest of it. She stopped just as quickly as she had begun moving, her feet curling against the hardwood of the floor while her hands lightly rolled into fists. And there was a moment, the slightest bit of hesitation before she rocked on her heels and then, quite literally, launched herself towards him and secured her arms around his neck and her mouth onto his. It was a while before she came up for air, let him go, did anything other than pour her entire self into kissing the life out of her husband. And, even once she pulled away from him, Ginny considered the merits of just diving in again. Did it really matter if she explained anything right away? Because she hadn’t seen him in months and well, she’d bloody missed him. So she ignored trying to talk, crashing her mouth into his for another long moment and then parted with a sigh, “Where in the bloody hell have you been?” she muttered, sucking a gulp of air into her lungs, “Months. Harry. Months.” |