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Nothing But Memories (Revised and Updated)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,282
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Harry
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After receiving a bone-crushing handshake, and ultimately a large hug from a sobbing Hagrid (\"OH! I\'M JUST SO HAPPY TO SEE YE \'ARRY!\"), I managed to escape to a table in the corner of the pub. From this vantage point, I could watch everyone. Or more specifically – I could watch Ginny.
She had been oddly quiet for the rest of the evening, even considering the heatstroke earlier. Currently she was sitting at the bar, keeping to herself, and puffing on a cigarette. She hadn\'t been a smoker last I\'d known. Not that I\'d had a great deal of contact with her. Yes, we called each every couple of months, sent emails weekly…I knew the general information she deemed neccessary to share. However, I had only seen her a few times since her graduation, and only because I\'d been invited to holidays at the Weasley home, or for weddings (Hermione and George Weasley\'s for example).
Our break-up hadn\'t been particularly messy. Not messy, no, just dramatic. Earth-shattering. Messy it was not, it had been a surprisingly clean break. Primarily because Ginny wouldn\'t speak to me afterwards.
Ginny and I started dating at the end of my 7th year. We didn\'t date long, but we were madly in love. The kind of love you only feel when you\'re 16 and 17 years old. The relationship, in total, lasted about three months. After I left school, I went immediately to an Auror training program. It left little time to spend with Ginny. There was still the threat of Voldemort looming over our heads, the fear that he would come after me, my friends...and worst of all, the fear he would cause harm to Ginny.
After the end, Ginny and I lost all contact. She wouldn\'t speak to me for months. She didn\'t understand how deeply I loved her, and how I only wanted to prevent her from being exposed to God-knows-what. I could only reflect back on it now with remorse, for having caused her an entirely different kind of pain. She probably didn\'t care for me at all anymore. I\'d be lucky if she felt anything towards me. Lord knows I don\'t deserve it.
A flash of light filled the room, startling some of the Wizarding-born inhabitants. It was Ginny, with a camera. Shy and cautious before, she was purely confident now. The lens gave her a certain kind of power, and you could almost feel it radiating from her.
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Ginny
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I flashed a few quick photos, and put my Leica safely back in it\'s bag. Everyone, tired from a night of dancing, story-telling, and laughing, began to gather their belongings. Dumbledore had sent down a few of the carriages (and thestrals of course) to aid us in our return to Hogwarts. The past five years since I’d left Hogwarts had gone by in a strange flash for me. It was as though the time were misplaced, and I was merely returning after the Winter Hols.
\"Oi! Gin! Wait up!\"
I looked behind me to see Harry waving an arm at me. He was lugging my tripod bag rather easily, despite it\'s weight. I had apparently forgotten it.
Harry piled the last of the luggage into the carriage, and climbed in with me.
The ride up to the castle was eerily quiet.
Harry
~~~~
After receiving a bone-crushing handshake, and ultimately a large hug from a sobbing Hagrid (\"OH! I\'M JUST SO HAPPY TO SEE YE \'ARRY!\"), I managed to escape to a table in the corner of the pub. From this vantage point, I could watch everyone. Or more specifically – I could watch Ginny.
She had been oddly quiet for the rest of the evening, even considering the heatstroke earlier. Currently she was sitting at the bar, keeping to herself, and puffing on a cigarette. She hadn\'t been a smoker last I\'d known. Not that I\'d had a great deal of contact with her. Yes, we called each every couple of months, sent emails weekly…I knew the general information she deemed neccessary to share. However, I had only seen her a few times since her graduation, and only because I\'d been invited to holidays at the Weasley home, or for weddings (Hermione and George Weasley\'s for example).
Our break-up hadn\'t been particularly messy. Not messy, no, just dramatic. Earth-shattering. Messy it was not, it had been a surprisingly clean break. Primarily because Ginny wouldn\'t speak to me afterwards.
Ginny and I started dating at the end of my 7th year. We didn\'t date long, but we were madly in love. The kind of love you only feel when you\'re 16 and 17 years old. The relationship, in total, lasted about three months. After I left school, I went immediately to an Auror training program. It left little time to spend with Ginny. There was still the threat of Voldemort looming over our heads, the fear that he would come after me, my friends...and worst of all, the fear he would cause harm to Ginny.
After the end, Ginny and I lost all contact. She wouldn\'t speak to me for months. She didn\'t understand how deeply I loved her, and how I only wanted to prevent her from being exposed to God-knows-what. I could only reflect back on it now with remorse, for having caused her an entirely different kind of pain. She probably didn\'t care for me at all anymore. I\'d be lucky if she felt anything towards me. Lord knows I don\'t deserve it.
A flash of light filled the room, startling some of the Wizarding-born inhabitants. It was Ginny, with a camera. Shy and cautious before, she was purely confident now. The lens gave her a certain kind of power, and you could almost feel it radiating from her.
~~~
Ginny
~~~~
I flashed a few quick photos, and put my Leica safely back in it\'s bag. Everyone, tired from a night of dancing, story-telling, and laughing, began to gather their belongings. Dumbledore had sent down a few of the carriages (and thestrals of course) to aid us in our return to Hogwarts. The past five years since I’d left Hogwarts had gone by in a strange flash for me. It was as though the time were misplaced, and I was merely returning after the Winter Hols.
\"Oi! Gin! Wait up!\"
I looked behind me to see Harry waving an arm at me. He was lugging my tripod bag rather easily, despite it\'s weight. I had apparently forgotten it.
Harry piled the last of the luggage into the carriage, and climbed in with me.
The ride up to the castle was eerily quiet.