ginny weasley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} weasleychick) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2015-01-31 12:21:00 |
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WHAT: Mother and Daughter meet
WHEN: Backdated to not long after Ginny’s arrival
WHERE: some coffee shop
RATING: Pretty tame
STATUS: in progress, but nearly complete
Lilu was nervous. No, scratch that, Lilu was actually terrified. Which was ridiculous if she thought about it. Lawrence had changed her, made her harder in many ways, though luckily she had kept her ability to see hope in everything. She had spoken to Death, fought the Devil, faced torture at the hands of a psychopath, and yet right now her heart was thumping in her chest more loudly than any of those, and the fear running through her veins nearly made her turn away more than once. There was a time she had been so good at this, bouncing introductions, gleefully announcing herself, full of pride about who she was and where she came from. But doing that had become harder. She didn’t even know if her father was still in Lawrence, or if the Seal had taken him as quickly as it had brought him. And it was irrational, yes, but Lilu had felt rejected anyway, even though she hadn’t even reached the point of being able to tell him who she was. With her mother it had been different. Ginny Weasley was as fiercely persistent then as she was as a grown woman, and Lilu had most definitely cracked and admitted her true parentage. Because at the end of the day, she was a young girl who missed her mum. It had been two years since she had last seen her, and she had wanted to feel that connection again. And Lilu knew it wouldn’t be quite the same, this Ginny was so young and not the mother who had read her bedtime stories and cleaned scraped knees, but she was still the same woman in her heart and that was enough for Lilu. Though she was still terrified. So she was a bundle of nerves as she sat in the tea shop near her house, fidgeting with a lock of her vibrantly red hair, as she waited for her mother to arrive. Ginny’s mind was spinning with everything she’d learned in the last hour. It was all mad - being brought here by a biblical seal, finding out about the reality of demons and angels and possession and then on top of that being confronted with another generation of people from her worth, one of whom was actually her hers. Hers and Harry’s. It had become pretty obvious, with the name and the hair color and then Lily had confirmed it. Ginny had always thought that she and Harry would work things out. They’d never been very good at staying away from each other, even when they weren’t together, strictly speaking. Now, here it was, proof of what she’d always suspected or perhaps just hoped for and all Ginny could think was how was she supposed to be a mum to a girl who was ever older than she was. Not knowing her way around Lawrence meant she had to travel the old-fashioned way - by walking. She navigated her way from the modest motel room she’d been given to the tea shop where she had agreed to meet her daughter with a mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling in her chest. She really had no idea what she was going to say, even as she made her way inside and searched the shop for Lilu. Lilu noticed the instant her mother entered the shop, and her face did break into a huge smile. Because yes, Ginny was younger, yes, things were weird, but the woman in front of her was still most definitely Ginny Weasley, one day to be Ginny Potter, and she was her mum. She waved, trying to catch her attention. “Hi.” She practically bounced in her seat. That was just her natural attitude, to bounce, to be happy. “I bought you some tea,” she gestured at the cups in front of them. “I hope your tea tastes don’t change over the years, because otherwise this could get awkward, and I didn’t actually really think about that because tastes do change, like a few years ago, I hated leeks. Really hated them, but now I kind of like them and even my tea taste has changed over the past couple of years and….” She stopped, took a deep breath. “I am babbling. I know this. It’s sort of a thing, I do it a lot. Sorry. Hi?!” Ginny just stood there for a moment, taking in the exuberant not-quite-teenager in front of her. This was her daughter. If there had been any doubt, it vanished now, because she could see bits of Harry and herself and even her own parents in the young woman before her. It was surreal, but in a way it was wonderful. Whether or not anything happened with Harry here, it was fantastic to know for certain they had a future. “Just look at you,” she breathed aloud, a smile forming across her lips as hungry eyes drank in everything about this girl. Blimey, it was weird, but it was sort of brilliant, Ginny couldn’t help being amazed. Almost self consciously, Lilu reached up a hand to toy with her hair, twisting the chestnut, ginger and brown combination of strands around her fingers. Her hair was a shade darker than many Weasleys, the Potter influence coming through, and she used charms to emphasise the different colours. But it was still undeniably Weasley hair, and she was proud of it. “Hi, Mum,” she offered Ginny a goofy grin and a small wave. “Surprise, it’s a girl?” It was an attempt at humour and Lilu blushed anyway. “I know this must be so weird for you. Coming here, finding out you have a daughter. I hope it’s not too weird though?” Unable to resist any longer, Ginny reached forward and pulled the girl - the young woman, she corrected herself, for her daughter was fully grown - into a warm hug. Weasley’s were an affectionate bunch and even having just met Lilu, Ginny had been struck with the urge to hug her, so that was just what she was going to do. “Standing right in front of me and I can still scarcely believe it,” she breathed a moment later. It was so surreal, hugging her fully grown daughter when she still felt like just a girl herself in many ways, but it was cool, too. How many people actually had the chance to know their own future children in this way? With that hug, all of Lilu’s nerves melted away and she grinned, her entire face lighting up as she hugged her mother back. Because this was her mum, yes younger and it was all weird, but that didn’t matter, the hug was still the same feeling of warmth that Lilu had felt all her life. And had missed so much in the past couple of years. “This place can have that effect on people,” she half smirked. “You should have seen the time when Aunt Hermione was here and she was eleven. And still ended up bossing Hugo around, it was actually impressive.” “I believe it,” Ginny returned with an easy grin. “Hermione’s always been good at bossing people around. You should have seen her with Harry and Ron, even when we were all just kids.” Ginny had never been good at being bossed around, of course, but even she had felt sort of compelled to listen to Hermione most of the time, unless she was feeling extra prickly. At any rate, the idea of an eleven-year old Hermione bossing her adult child was amusing and her lips turned into a smirk as she thought of it. “I guess our roles are reversed a bit right now, too,” she added, her expression turning a little more thoughtful. “I’m relying on your to teach me how everything works here instead of the other way around.” Lilu could well believe that about her Aunt, having known her both as an adult and a child now. It was just awesome watching when the adult Hugo had hung his head in shame when the tiny Hermione had lectured him about misbehaving. And her mother was right, which was an unnerving thought. She would have to be the one teaching and explaining. “Well, I guess I start by talking about how dangerous this world can be. How crazy. With the demons and the monsters and all. There was a war here before. Actually there might still be something of a war, I’m not too sure of the details on that. Oh, but I got you something.” She rummaged around in her bag and brought out an amulet. “If you wear this, it will protect you against possession. There’s also some vervain in there that I wove in, it’ll protect you from some of the vampires compelling you. I’m super close friends with a couple of them, but a couple of them can be real jerks sometimes. So it’s better to be safe. And no one wants to be possessed, it’s horrible. I used to wear the amulet before I got the tattoo and holy Merlin I just confessed to my mother than I have a tattoo.” Her eyes widened comically large with some degree of horror. “This is where I’m supposed to act all outraged, isn’t it?” Ginny laughed. It was hard to shift into mum mode when she couldn’t quite picture being anyone’s mum. She expected it would happen someday and here Lily was living proof that it would, but her kid was actually older than she was. She could picture her own mother’s reaction to everything perfectly and that made her smile, too. “I suspect your father would have a much more appropriate reaction. I sort of just want to know if it looks cool.” Ginny took the amulet from her daughter as she brought it out and a moment later pulled it over her head, letting it settle around her neck. Vampires existed in their world, not that Ginny had ever met one, but demons were new and weird. It was a lot to wrap her head around, but she was just going to have to trust Lily to tell her everything she needed to know. “Anything else I need to know?” she asked, more serious now. “That would be the traditional parent reaction,” Lilu grinned. “Dad, the Dad who was here before, he was so weird about it, since okay, it is important and all, but still tattoo!” She twisted around slightly, pulling the collar of her shirt down to show the back of her shoulder. “Here, that’s how it looks. Not really a design I’d choose myself, but hey, we don’t get to, so I can at least pick a decent place for it.” Her nose wrinkled a little. “Hurt like crazy, but worth it. I never want to be possessed. It happened to one of my best friends and he’s still dealing with it.” Lilu let out a sigh, her expression becoming thoughtful. “There is a lot of strange things about this place. The Seal brings a real mix of people through. We need to be aware that any day, it could even bring Voldemort. Or, in a more complicated way, Tom Riddle.” She chewed on her lip for a moment. “This place is big on second chances, on letting people who have hurt others have a fresh start here. Voldemort would be beyond it, but Tom Riddle? Maybe not. Maybe he would be given the chance to be saved here.” Not that she was sure how she felt about it. Yes, she had said in the past that, if Tom was from before breaking his soul, she herself would give him a chance, but now her mother was here, her protective instincts had flared up. "Yeah, that sounds like Harry," she laughed, wondering what she was actually like as a parent. She hoped she was a cool mum, she hoped she was half the mum gets was. Ginny had been the recipient of many a disapproving glare, but she still held to the opinion that her parents were the absolute best. "That is a really unattractive tattoo," she observed out loud. "How come you don't just wear the amulet?" There had to be some kind of perk, right? Because you wouldn't put yourself through that without some kind of reason. When Lily brought up Voldemort, Ginny's own hackles went up. "Over my dead body, they'll give that bastard another chance," she exclaimed furiously. "If he shows up here, he's dead, I don't care what their bloody policy is." She couldn't help thinking Harry would feel the same and so would Ron and probably everyone else from their world. Even as Tom Riddle, even before he'd done the horcruxes and all, he'd been evil. Giving a chance was just going to get a lot of innocent people killed. Not happening. |