Past Consequences

A/N: Ok, I lied. I have another chapter for this, (and part of one more). This is my first fic that contains het(or anything other than H/D), so I'm a little hesitant to put up the next part, which I'm sorry to say is pure smut so far. This fic has not been beta'd, so any grammatical errors are entirely me. Hope you enjoy this chapter. ^.^~

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.





Ch. 2: Looking for Answers

“What do you mean you don’t know who my birth parents are? You two met one of them. My dad,” Ginny was almost hysterical, her parents had just confirmed that she had been adopted, but they didn’t know anything about her birth parents.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley! Control yourself,” cried her mother, Molly Weasley, “Your father and I have raised all these years. We are your parents, and there is no need to talk to us like that. Now, we don’t know who your birth parents are because right after the adoption, we were Obliviated, along with everyone else involved. All we know is that even though your birthday was recorded as August 11, 1981, that is impossible.”

“Why do you say that, Mum?” Ginny asked quietly.

Her father answered than, “Well, for one thing when adopted you on November 5, 1981, and you still had your umbilical cord. You had been aged slightly, but the cord was fresh, so you must have been born very close to that time.”

“So, you would guess my birthday is actually in November,” they both nodded, “I have another question. If I’m adopted, how come I look like the rest of the family? Red hair and all?” Ginny asked finally.

“There’s a spell that is used in adoptions to make an adopted child to take on the characteristics of their new parents. This all happened during the time we’ve forgotten.” Her mother had done the talking now.

“How did you come to adopt me?” Ginny asked, she got up from the chair where she was sitting, and sat between her parents, leaning on first one and then the other. They both placed their arms around her, and kissed her forehead softly.

“Well at the time we had six boys, and Voldemort had been defeated, so everyone was celebrating. Dumbledore approached us and told us there was a baby girl that needed a loving home, and that he knew we had been wanting to have a girl, but hadn’t had any success. We agreed, even to the terms that we would be obliviated afterwards. When we went back to the hospital, we found that no one remembered anything about the adoption or your birthparents. Not even Dumbledore remembers anything about it. We can only assume that your birth parents were in some way tied to Voldemort, and couldn’t keep you for some reason. But I know they loved you very much. We found a note from ourselves saying as much, along with your name. Apparently, we came up with it together.”

Another question popped into her head, so Ginny blurted out, “How come my brothers have never said anything about me being adopted? Well I guess Ron and the twins were young enough at the time to not remember, but Bill, Charlie, and Percy were old enough to remember something like that.”

Her parents avoided her eyes, but her father finally answered, “We modified their memories slightly so that they would think your mother had been pregnant with you, and that you had been in the hospital for two months. They loved you instantly of course, and feelings were mutual.”

“Thanks Mum, thanks Dad, for telling me the truth. I’m going to my room. I need to think about things, so don’t let anyone disturb me, please. I’ll talk to you later,” Ginny mumbled as she got up from where she was sitting between her parents and made her way to her bedroom, where she sat for the next four hours starring into space with a blank look on her face. She had internalized all of emotions and was exploring them within, after she had reabsorbed her memory of the dream.

She realized that she needed to talk to someone, and that Harry would be her best choice. He really was a good boyfriend and always listened when she had something to say, but also allowed her to be silent when she didn’t want to talk about something, allowing her to tell him on her own terms. Of course, no one knew about their relationship, not even her brother Ron, who happened to be Harry’s best friend, but he was too wrapped up in his relationship with his own girlfriend to notice theirs. Of course the twins suspected, they were her favorites of course, but they like Harry allowed her the freedom of discussing things on her terms.

Resolutely, she got up and changed her clothing, and packed an overnight bag. She threw on a casual robe on over her clothes, and she was ready to go. Then she walked downstairs and yelled to her mother, “Mum, I’m going to Diagon Alley to visit George and Fred, I may spend the night with them, so don’t worry.” And without waiting for a reply, she threw the Floo powder from the flowerpot onto the flames and called out “Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, Diagon Alley,” and she jumped in and felt the whirl of action as she passed several places before being thrown out into the backroom of the store, surprising Fred who was doing some book work.

“Hey, what’s this now,” Fred cried, but then seeing that it was his sister, smiled. Their Floo only allowed incoming traffic from certain places, but allowed all outgoing traffic so he had known it had to be someone they trusted. “Hey, Gins. How are you, Fred’s in the shop if you want to talk to him.”

Ginny walked over and smacked him, “Oh, do shut it, Fred. I’ll go talk to GEORGE if you’re going to be like that. As if I haven’t been able to tell you apart since forever.” She hugged him, “Fred, if you don’t mind, I have a favor,” she turned away from him and brushed, “I need you to tell Mum and Dad, that I spent the night here. I’ll be back here by morning so cover for me.” With that she walked back to the fireplace, grabbed some Floo powder, and threw it on the flames, “Bye, Fred, tell George I said Hi.” And then quieter, she whispered, “12 Grimmauld Place,” and jumped in.

*****

Remus Lupin was sitting eating lunch with his old lover, Sirius Black, and his almost godson, Harry Potter, when he remembered something that he had never noticed before, and without realizing spoke aloud, “But Dumbledore was never there, why was he in the dream,” As he continued to eat his lunch, he didn’t notice the other two giving him funny looks for talking to himself.

“Uhm, Sirius, Remus? Do you think Ginny could come over here later?” Harry finally asked.

“Sure.”

Just then, they were interrupted by a cry from the living room, where the fireplace was. As one they grabbed their wands and rushed in, to find that Ginny Weasley had landed on the sofa that they had moved the previous evening, for training and had forgotten to move back. Harry rushed forward to help his girlfriend up, “Ginny, what are you doing here? Not that I mind or anything, but I was just about to floo you to ask if you wanted to come over for a bit.”

“I just wanted to spend some time with my boyf.., uh my friend, why do I need a reason?”

Harry recognized the look in Ginny’s eyes, and realized something was wrong, but also that she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. But before he could say anything, Sirius interrupted, “Ginny, its okay, we know,” at her glare, he rushed on, “Oh, Harry didn’t say anything, its just he’s been moping around, but whenever your name is mentioned he lights up. Well, you do,” Sirius said as Harry glared at him too. Then he noticed the bag in Ginny’s hand, “Uhm, are you planning on staying here?”

“Well, maybe tonight, but you can’t tell my parents, they think I’m staying with the twins. Do you two mind if I take Harry away from you for the day.”

Remus answered, “Sure, I’m sure he’d love to spend time with his girl. Anyways, Sirius and I need to discuss some things in private. You two have fun, and don’t worry we won’t tell the folks,” He said playfully. With that he dragged an almost protesting Sirius down the hall back to the kitchen.

“Alone at last,” Harry said before embracing the girl in front of him. He whispered into her hair, “Do you want to go up to my room, I have something new to share with you.”

Ginny, not one to back down, reached down and cupped his growing erection, “You mean this old thing, but I’ve seen it already. Many times I might add.”

“Yeah, well, its learned some new tricks. And it’d like to share.”

“Sharing’s good. Let’s go see that bedroom of yours. Oh, tell me your not sharing a room?”

“Well, I have been sleeping in Sirius’s room, but I have my own room, that I can share with you,” with that he led her up the stairs into his room.

*~O~*


George was just putting the finishing touches on the window display for tomorrow in the store room when he heard the distinctive sound of the floo activating. Fred was in the store now with customers, so he called out without turning around, “Just a second, I need to finish this.” He was soon finished, and was pleased that his Knock-Him-Silly Lipstick display was finished and ready for tomorrow. He turned around and was surprised to see his mother’s face in the flames. “Oy, hey Mum. How are you doing?”

“George, I was wondering if I could speak to Ginny. She left earlier, and was a upset about something. I’m glad that she’ll be staying with you and Fred tonight, but can you tell her to contact us when she feels like talking, and tell her it doesn’t matter what time it is either. Well, have fun with your store.” And her head disappeared and the fire returned to normal before he could say anything.

George put away the display for tomorrow and cleaned up the workbench before going into the store, and when he saw that Fred was free at the moment, pulled him behind the counter, “Fred, why does mum think Ginny’s staying here? Where is she? I know she’s not here. And did she tell you why she was upset?”

“Hey, buddy-boy. Calm down. Gins, came through the floo earlier and said that she told mum she was staying here for the night, and for us to cover for her. Not sure where she went though, she whispered that part. She did seem upset though, so maybe she needed to talk to her friend to talk.”

“Yeah but do we trust her ‘friend’?”

“Oh, come on, her ‘friend’ won’t hurt her

A few minutes later

“I wonder what the little bastard’s doing to our little sis? Despoiler of sisters.”

“Probably nothing you or I haven’t done. Besides if Ron is to be believed, she’s a despoiler of men, ‘course now, he doesn’t know about the two of them, yet. Or maybe they’ve despoiled each other.”

“George, or are you Fred? I forget. Please no more. I don’t think I want to know. Do you realize our baby sister could be doing unmentionable things with that boy….right now?”

“Ok, who are you and what have you done with my brother. Anyways, I’m…”
“…Forge, and I’m…” “…Gred, or is it, I’m…” “…Forge, and I’m…” “…Gred… You know…” “…it doesn’t matter…” “…because together…” “…we’re Fredngeorge…” “…Weasley…” “…together, forever…” “…Now, we just need to find us…” “…a good woman, or two…” “…willing to share.” The two smiled and nodded as they went back to work, their minds effectively off of what Ginny might or mightn’t be doing.

*~O~*

Meanwhile downstairs in the kitchen at 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius and Remus were finishing their lunch, when they heard a door upstairs opening and closing. “Don’t even think it, Sirius. Let them be alone,” Remus paused briefly, “Sirius, do you think we could talk seriously.”

“Of course, aren’t I always Sirius?”

“Ha-Ha. Very funny. It’s just last night, I dreamt of…..her,” Remus said sadly.

Instantly, Sirius dropped his joking manner and he pulled the almost sobbing werewolf onto his lap. As soon as Remus felt Sirius’s arms around him, he burst into sobs. Not knowing anything better to do, he swung Remus up into his arms, while Remus snuggled into his neck snuffling. He carried the crying werewolf up the stairs to Remus’s room, where he spelled the door locked behind him. He then set Remus on the bed and stripped him down to his boxers. Then he tucked the still sobbing man under the covers, before stripping himself down to his own. He then climbed in after Remus and pulled the other man to his chest.

“It’s okay, Remus. I miss her, too. Even though, I know it’s worse for you. Can you ever forgive me for being such a prat all those years ago? Oh, gods, I’m so sorry.” Sirius started sobbing into Remus’s hair and started shaking as his sobs wracked his whole body. He didn’t even notice that Remus had stopped sobbing and was now hugging him close, as he rocked them and repeatedly muttered, “I’m sorry, so sorry,” over and over again into Remus’s shaggy graying brown hair.

Finally the sobs lessened and the two troubled men fell asleep.

*~O~*


A/N: So what did you all think? Were my george and fred a little bit believable? Does anyone have suggestions on...well, anything. All reviews welcome, especially constructive criticism. Thanks for reading! ^.^~