Like Snowflakes

Author's Note: This is the edited chapter by alix33. I am truely thankful...it was very nice of her to edit all my chapters. I am going to repost each one of them soon...I am also working on the next few chapters , so look forward for an update soon

Hi guys this is a new story that had been in my mind for quite a while...I know I need to update Harry's Angels...and I promise I will during my christmas break...it's a little sad in the beginning but it will get better...hope you guys like it and leave a review to let me know

Disclaimer: All original Harry Potter Character and plot belong to J K Rowling...

Chapter 1

Ginny Weasley didn't want to get up on Christmas morning. This was the first time she wasn't in the festive spirit. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she thought about what would happen today. Molly Weasley's funeral would be held in the morning of December 25th. Christmas would never be the same again.

She sat up and got out of bed, wiping away her tears on the way to the washroom. She needed to be strong, she thought as she brushed her teeth, hardening her heart and pushing back the tears that threatened to fall. She was the only woman left in her family and she needed to be there to keep them from falling apart. Just like her mother used to- Molly Weasley was the glue that held them together. Ginny tied her hair back in a pony-tail and headed downstairs.

She found her dad sitting on the floor staring at the Christmas tree, clutching his blue jumper with the letter "A" in front. She had never seen him so lost. The sight of him sitting there just broke Ginny's heart. She remembered last Christmas...

She had walked in on her parents sharing a special moment.

" Remember our first Christmas together... I didn't even have the money to buy you a hair-clip...not that I have all that much more now." Arthur Weasley was saying, holding his wife in an embrace. Ginny had heard her mother sigh and rest her head on her father's shoulders.

" You gave me your love, Arthur Weasley. You gave me my beautiful children who I cannot live without. You gave me my home. I have everything I ever 

wanted right here in your arms." Molly Weasley had replied as she broke apart from the embrace and smiled at her husband. Ginny felt as though her mother had spoken those words before, as she could see the feeling of reassurance in her father's eyes and the love he felt for her mother. " Now wear this jumper and let's go down before the children get impatient"

" Ah...blue...my favourite colour." her dad had said, putting on his jumper and giving her a kiss. Ginny had taken this as her cue to leave the room.

She missed her mommy. She couldn't fathom the pain her father was going through. She didn't know what she would do if Harry...No she would rather not think of that now. After breaking up with her at the end of the school year at Dumbledore's funeral she had last seen him at Bill and Fleur's wedding.

They had avoided each other for the most part, only having polite conversations one usually has among strangers during the whole ceremony. She knew he had planned something as he kept sneaking glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking. At the end of it he had pulled her aside.

" Can we talk?" he had asked, as they sat at the empty Weasley kitchen. Ginny had nodded, sipping the hot chocolate that was already there. Her mom always took extra care to make sure her guests felt comfortable, here at the Burrow. She always left a couple of mugs of her special hot chocolate on the table to serve this purpose. Sometimes Ginny felt like Dumbledore was to Hogwarts, Molly Weasley was the keeper of the Burrow, and there was always some ancient magic that lingered when she was around.

" Ginny..." he started and paused,as though to find the right words. " You looked beautiful today." he said. She looked up, surprised, she didn't expect him to say that.

" Thanks, you cleaned up pretty well yourself," she said, recovering quickly, with a small grin.

" Thanks, my lady, glad you noticed," he said, chuckling softly. But then he grew serious. " We are leaving tonight, Gin. I wanted to go alone but Ron and Hermione...well, they have been through so much with me, I couldn't deny them any more...I have to do this now...I am not going back to Hogwarts," he said looking at her to see her reaction.

She knew something like this was going to happen, and though she didn't really know Harry's intentions behind it, she knew his ultimate goal. She had been preparing herself for this conversation since Dumbledore died, but it did not make it any easier. She wanted to go with Harry of course, but knew it was no use. She knew he could be stubborn, but that itself wouldn't have stopped her. She knew being here gave him reassurance, something he longed to have. 

She knew her mother would have a hard time leaving her children, she didn't want to make it any worse. She also knew that no matter what Harry thought, there was no safe haven in the world any more, especially not The Burrow. They were blood traitors. That scum had killed the headmaster, going after her family or herself seemed like a piece of cake compared to that. But Ginny Weasley knew if that happened she would not go down without a fight, not after what happened after first year, not after what he had taken from her. Tom had taken her childhood. She loved Harry Potter and knew she would always love him and if he wanted it this way she wouldn't argue.

" Say something, Ginny, please..." Harry's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

" Alright, Harry..." was all she said. He was surprised to see her comply so easily, she could tell from the startled look in his eyes. He stared at her for a long time, his green eyes piercing her own. Then he nodded as though understanding her decision. He slowly brought out his hand and placed it on top of hers and intertwined their fingers. She looked up and smiled at him, she knew how much simple gestures of affection meant to Harry, having been brought up with none at all.

" I want you to know ...that I ...I really care about you, Ginny...I have never cared about anyone in this way...and if something happens I want you to know..." He was about to say it when Ginny silenced by placing a finger on his lips with her free hand.

" Don't, Harry...I know what you are trying to say: I care about you in that way too...but I want you to tell me when all this is over...and there is just you and me.." she was cut off by Harry gently brushing his lips with hers.

" And a bunch of little Potters?" he finished, his eyes glinting with that special spark Ginny helped him dream of the future. He would try his best to come back to her just for that moment. She nodded a lone tear falling down her cheek.

" And a bunch of little Potters...though you have to ask me to marry you first before any of that.." she muttered softly as Harry pulled her to his chest and buried his face in the crook of her neck crying his own tears for that tomorrow. She held him tight and let him loosen his burden. " You will always have me, Harry," she whispered quietly in his ears. The three of them had left the next morning.

Stopping here will start of in the present again from next chap please review :)