The Intermitence of Death

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Again, this is for geminiscorp, I owe her this; and for scatteredlogic for her patient editing process.

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Prelude
Chapter I
Chapter II

Chapter III

Family is an odd thing. Ginny Weasley knows about it. Love and debts, deep wounds, unfulfilled demands, sometimes coloured with manipulations and contradictions, misled by good intentions, old scripts played again and again.  The secret, she thought is not only to give, but to know how to receive what the rest can offer you.

So, what’s your answer?  An anxious Harry look behind a cup of tea, his glasses foggy with the steam.

Ginny walks her new - born child from one side of the kitchen to another.  Now checking a pot, now mumbling nonsense to Jamie or just staring at Hermione with knowing eyes; there was something comical in all this. Hermione, a halo of morning light trespassing onto her unkempt hair. Their Hermione, looking more like a fretting Trelawney than ever, black circles under her eyes, unnatural pearled skin, her shoulders curved from years of carrying more books that was wise.

Harry I’m no good with children, you know that,  said Hermione imploringly; she played lazzily with her oatmeal, picking at some fruit while trying to make her point.

Ginny hid her face in her son’s neck, and inheled his innocense. She knows what is to come. Harry never takes rejection well, and on Hermione’s part the old “Why can’t you understand I have quit the Wizzarding world dramma” would start again. Ginny always suspect that deep inside the hard façede of bravery, Hermione hadn’t really coped with  the changes in her life; she yet needed to mourn; her lastest obsession, the sociology of death, had a taste of unsolved questions, as her petit mort, the death of magic still haunted her.

What I know is that Teddy adores you, Hermione,  Harry caught his hair in his hands, messing even more his morning swirl,  you have been a great godmother

Their eyes met, Hermione was searching Ginny for some support. A long big burp from Jamie was her only answer.

That’s because Ginny always tells me about his birthday and tips me off about the perfect gift, argued Hermione as a last resort; she knew defeat when she faced it, but she could only try.  I’m no good for a kid, let alone a magical one, Harry.

Here we go, thought the young mum, it only takes three minutes:

James will need someone who helps him grow into the Magical society. Why can’t you understand I have quit the Wizarding world?

The boy sleeps with your photo under his pillow!, How cool is that?; He doesn’t give a damn about your magical abilities.  A flash of triumph crossed Harry’s features; Teddy Lupin, the rainbow cub, has just one idol in his life, that is his oddmum; Hermione can’t refuse that.

He was possessive – his wife thought - a man that knew no way of loving but gathering his loved ones around him, close. Sometimes Ginny wonders if he married her or the Weasleys, maybe in her husband’s mind they were one and the same. She knows how Harry had a hard time dealing with her friend change of life; the fact that Hermione is more and more involved with her studies, speaking of weird Muggle things that few people could follow, was threatening. Harry. In his mind, he was losing her to a different world, one he neither liked nor understood. Having her as Jamie’s godmother was a last resort to make her close to him. Hermione understood that, Ginny could see it in her softened expression:

I love you like a sister; I’m like Jamie’s aunt, I don’t need to be officially his godmother.

Please.

The sight of a begging Harry, in his Batman PJs, his morning hair all swirled up and his spotted glasses was just too much; the two young woman burst in histericall laughter.

And so Hermione Jean Granger became part of the Potter family

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