The Sun From Both Sides

The Sun From Both Sides

Prologue: A Glimpse of Heaven

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven--Karen Sunde

Ginny Weasley stared in shock at the two pieces of parchment before her. They were written by different people, but they gave the same results. Her heart was steadily breaking for more than one reason. The late evening light did nothing to improve her mindset. Darkness would suit her mood perfectly at the moment. She just wanted to disappear into blackness and never appear again.

A sudden hooting brought the young woman back to reality. She dug into the pocket of her robes and pulled out a few owl treats. The two owls, one black and the other white, gulped down the treats quickly, hooted their appreciation, and flew off into the sunset. Ginny watched the beautiful birds disappear in the distance, leaving her to deal with this situation on her own.

She blinked in confusion and tried to comprehend what she reading. Taking a deep breath, she read the note in her right hand again to make sure she understand its meaning:

Dear Miss Weasley,

I have the results from your recent physical at St. Mungo's. I am happy to tell you that you are not sick. According to the tests and your symptoms of nausea and tiredness, you are approximately two months pregnant. Congratulations on this development and I hope to hear from you soon regarding an appointment to check the baby's progress. Hope you have a pleasant day, Miss Weasley.

Sincerely,

Dr. Marcellus A. Vilcheek

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Floor 6, Office 113b

This couldn't be! She couldn't be pregnant. It was impossible. She only had sex one time and that didn't even count. He was drunk and didn't know what was going on. She wasn't thinking clearly either...how could she become pregnant after one time?

Ginny slumped into an old armchair near the window, her head resting in her hands. Silent tears made their way down her pale face and splashed onto her robes. Sobs racked her small body as she remembered that night.

--Two Months Earlier--

Ginny placed her black hat gently on its stand and stared for a moment. She had been hoping to put that awful piece of material away forever when Harry defeated Voldemort four years ago. She had hoped that all the deaths of people she loved and cared about would end that day. But, it seems all her hopes had been for nothing. Rubeus Hagrid was dead and buried next to his little hut on the grounds of Hogwarts, the place he always called home.

Sighing in defeat, the young woman strolled into her bedroom and began removing the worn mourning robes she had worn to the funeral that morning and the gathering of friends that afternoon. She glared at it with deep loathing. The deep black color did nothing but emphasize the brightness of her hair. Normally, Ginny loved how her hair stood out in crowds, but the last thing she wanted on the day of Hagrid's funeral was to be on display. But, that was the trials of being a redhead and a girl.

Suddenly, a wave of tears snuck up on Ginny. She had been trying so hard to forget the fact that the lovable giant was no longer living, but it seemed she wouldn't be forgetting that anytime soon. She tried to get herself together and fixed a small dinner of potatoes and steak. After what she just dealt with, she wasn't really in the mood to chow down.

A few hours later, Ginny was preparing to go to bed when she remembered that she had lent her Quick-Quotes Quill to Ron a week ago for an assignment he was doing for the Ministry. It seemed kind of stupid, especially at ten o'clock, but she needed that quill for work at the Daily Prophet tomorrow. She had an interview at eight-thirty and she needed that quill.

Grumbling, Ginny pulled on a dark blue cloak over her nightgown and shuffled out her flat. After she exited the building onto Diagon Alley, she concentrated and apparated to where Ron and Harry shared a small apartment overlooking Quality Quidditch Supplies. Ginny pulled her cloak tighter over her thin gown and made her way to the fourth floor where the apartment was.

Gingerly, she knocked on the door of apartment 432 and waited. Ginny waited in the dark hallway for about five minutes and didn't receive an answer. Finally, she rummaged through the cloak and found the spare key Ron had given her for emergencies, unlocked the door, and wandered in.

Like most of the times Ginny had visited the loft, it was a mess. Clothes were thrown all over every bit of furniture. Plates of half-eaten food could be seen scattered on tables throughout the apartment. Unopened newspapers and books lay across the carpet which was stained with what looked like failed potions experiments.

But, there was no sign that Harry or Ron were there at the moment. She listened carefully and couldn't hear a thing. Ginny began wondering through the rooms, trying to determine where her quill might be. After a few minutes of searching, she was about to give up when she saw a small light in the back of the apartment. It seemed to be coming from Harry's room. Maybe he'll know where Ron hid my quill, she thought to herself. Her heart began to beat at the prospect of seeing Harry...alone.

Gently, she made her way to the doorway where a sliver of light could be seen. She placed her ear to the door, attempting to listening for signs of Harry. Ginny was surprised to hear the clink of glass inside the room. Without thinking anymore, she pushed open the door and stared in horror at Harry.

He was slumped in an old rocking chair, a half-filled glass clutched in his hand. She spotted a bottle of Firewhiskey on the night stand and noted with a frown that it was almost empty. Harry's robes lay in wrinkles at his feet while he was clad only in a pair of black pants. His muscular chest gleamed in the dull light of the candle near his bed.

Ginny found herself staring in wonder at the lean lines across the boy's chest as well as the small patch of hair around his nipples. No...stop right there Ginevra Molly Weasley! She scolded herself, Now is not the time to be gawking at how sexy he looks...you have to help him!

"Harry?" Ginny timidly asked. Her palms began to sweat as they always did when she was in close proximity to him. Her pulse sped up to an almost maddening speed while butterflies could be felt in the pit of her stomach. Even saying his name caused her body to go into strange convulsions.

At first, he didn't respond. Ginny wasn't sure if he heard her so she repeated his name once again. This time she was answered by a piercing look from those eyes that she worshipped so much. But, she was taken aback by the fact that the emerald depths, usually so full of life and happiness, had become dead and dark. Instinctively, she placed her hand to her heart in an attempt to calm her nerves. She had to be strong, she had to help Harry!

"Harry? Are you all right?" She tried to get him to speak once again.

Harry laughed, in an almost insane sort of way, "All right? Am I all right? Of course I am! I just buried the first friend I ever made in the magical world." The room seemed to ring with his words and Ginny felt sympathy for him. He had been through so much already and here he was again, burying somebody who he cared deeply for.

"I know you aren't completely all right, Harry. I was meaning...about that bottle on your table..." She pointed it out and Harry followed her finger. He stared at the bottle for a moment as if trying to figure out why it was there. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, the pupils enlarged abnormally. Then, before Ginny could continue, Harry picked up the bottle and poured the contents into his glass. He was just about to down the drink when an arm grabbed his wrist and then pulled the glass away.

He glared at her for a moment before she spoke, "Don't do that. That's not going to help anything right now, Harry. And you know it!"

"I don't care! I don't want to feel anymore! I don't want to feel this pain again. And I don't care how I do that," Harry screamed as he tried to grab the glass, but failed miserably. Giving up, he sank back into the chair and stared at her.

Trying to act normal, Ginny took the bottle and the glass and hurried to put them back into the kitchen. Once she left the room, she let out a huge gasp of relief. Then she was struck by waves of sympathy and sorrow for the boy sitting alone. He was losing it and she was the only one who could help stop it. She straightened herself up and walked back, pretending like she had no fear, when actually her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Harry was in the same position as when she had left and she headed for him. Ginny gently grasped the black-framed glasses that were sitting on the window sill and handed them to the disoriented Harry. He fumbled with them for a moment and peered up at her again. His steely glare returned full-force and Ginny tried desperately not to seem intimidated.

"Well, let's see if we can't get you ready for bed, Harry," she chirped in an annoyingly happy way. Harry's eyebrow rose at her tone, but he didn't say anything. He didn't even object when she grasped his arms and pulled him to his feet. She gently guided him to the bed and sat him down upon the comforter.

Ginny then thought of something, "Harry? Where is Ron?"

"He spent the night with Hermione. He said he didn't want to be alone after the...funeral," Harry responded in a monotonous tone.

Ginny nodded, "And where is Scarlett?" She was referring to the brunette whom Harry had been seeing for the past few months. Anger swarmed in her heart at the thought of that bimbo who didn't know a charm from a piece of a jewelry. She remembered all too well the way that ditz ran her hands all over his body like it was her property. Ginny had felt waves of jealousy whenever she saw them together and usually couldn't stand to be around them.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and lay his head back on the pillow, his eyes closing in what seemed to be pain. Ginny pretended not to notice the crimson flushing into her face and concentrated on the drunken man before her. In a few moments, she had him carefully tucked into bed and prepared to leave him alone.

Just as she was walking out the door, she heard Harry mumble, "Don't leave me..."

"What?" Ginny answered with an air of surprise.

Harry repeated, "Don't leave me alone tonight. Please..." Ginny's heart softened at the sight of his pleading green eyes. Sighing, she turned around and headed towards the bed. She, with a bit of uncertainty, sat down upon the bed and tried to relax.

Harry watched her with an unfailing stare until she was on the bed. Then, he struggled to sit up so he could be eye to eye with her. She tried to help, but he pushed her hand away. Now, that's more like the Harry I know! Never let's anybody help him...

"Thanks..."

"No problem, Harry. It's no problem at all," Ginny responded, her voice a bit higher than normal. Probably a result from being so close to the man she had loved since she was ten and on a bed no less!

They sat in silence for a few moments. Harry seemed content to stare at her without even blinking, it seemed. But, as Ginny couldn't look at him without getting gooey, she resorted to observing her surroundings. Suddenly, a wave of cold air rushed through the room and she shivered.

Harry apparently spotted the movement, "Are you cold?"

Ginny grinned sheepishly, "A little..." Harry then flipped the covers off and gestured to the area next to him. She paused for a moment before crawling under the blanket and resting her head against the pillow.

"Is that better?" Harry asked her, his eyes showing a hint of concern. Ginny almost grinned with pleasure, he was concerned about her! She quickly nodded her head in response and began to relax as best she could.

A few moments passed, the couple didn't say a thing as they stared off into space. Ginny kept trying to slow her heart rate down by explaining that he was just doing this because she was Ron's little sister. He would never like her like that.

Suddenly, she felt his strong arms wrap tightly around her waist. She gasped in surprise at the sudden pull against her body. Before she could even respond, Ginny's back was squashed against Harry's chest. She closed her eyes as she felt his soft, warm breath on her neck. Her mind was racing as she clasped his hands.

Ginny stayed in that awkward position, trying to relax, for about five minutes when she felt something that sent thrills through her body. Harry's lips were lightly caressing the back of her neck, leaving tingly spots all over. Ginny's brain tried to command her to stop this madness and leave the apartment before she did something she would regret, but she ignored it as Harry made his way to her shoulders.

It was then that she noticed her cloak had fallen off her body and she was clad only in a thin nightshift, next to a half-naked man! But, in a wave of energy, all conscious thought flew away from Ginny's mind. Gently, she wrapped her fingers into his thick mass of black hair. That slight movement of welcome caused Harry to groan in pleasure as she continued to massage his head.

He raised his lips from her ivory shoulders, "Don't leave me tonight...stay here...with me." Ginny heard his plea and, without thinking, pulled him closer to her body. In an instant, she found herself facing him, his chest gleaming with a hint of sweat and his eyes glittering dangerously. She knew she should have felt scared at that look, but it only helped to increase her desire.

Ginny breathed deeply and then took things into her own hands. She peered into his eyes and placed her lips upon his own. The slight touch sent her into a downward spiral of passion. Harry took the incentive and began kissing her with more and more aggressiveness. He ran his tongue along her teeth, begging for entry. She willingly opened her mouth farther and almost fainted at the feeling that overcame her as their tongues met in a fury of desire.

They clung to each other as they memorized the taste of their mouths linked together. Then Harry ripped his mouth from hers and ran it down her neck and to her collar bone. Passion unlike anything she had ever felt swept through her, destroying any bit of decency she had. She wrapped her arms around his chest and massaged his back, in awe of the amount of lean muscle she found there.

Harry continued to cover her skin with feather light kisses causing her to writhe in rapture. She muttered a slight protest when she felt him pulling the straps of her nightgown, but was quickly silenced by his lips on hers once again. While she was concentrating on the feeling of their lips joining in fiery torment, he had skillfully thrown the silky dress to the floor. He rose from her mouth and stared in wonder at the sight before him. Ginny shifted slightly at the intense look he gave her naked body. What if she wasn't pleasing to him? What if she wasn't thin enough or tall enough?

"You are so beautiful..." Harry mumbled as he placed his face into the valley between her breasts. She linked her fingers harder into his hair, moving in rhythm with him. The deeper and deeper they got lost in each other, the more Ginny began to lose focus. This was Harry Potter. The man she had loved since she first saw him on the train at King's Cross. The man who had defeated Voldemort and done the impossible at age seventeen. But, none of that seemed to matter now. All that mattered to Ginny was that he shouldn't stop doing whatever it was he was doing. It felt so good, it felt so right.

She moved her hips slightly upwards and collided with his hardened manhood which was straining against the pants. Grinning devilishly, she linked her fingers into his waistband and began removing them. Harry looked up into her face and his eyes gave her the approval she needed. She tossed the black material to the floor where it mixed with her nightgown.

Their naked bodies pressed against each other, soft and hard, man and woman. Harry pushed himself on top of Ginny and bent down to kiss her soft lips which were bruised slightly. She flinched a bit as he eased himself into her. This was such a strange feeling yet it felt perfect.

Suddenly, Harry met bondage and smiled sweetly at the girl below him. He then plunged deeply into her body just as his mouth met hers for another ravishing. A sharp twinge of pain erupted through Ginny and she shrieked in agony for a moment. But, then the horror was over and was replaced by nothing short of pure pleasure.

Harry took the reassuring squeeze Ginny placed around his shoulders as an invitation indicating she was all right. He began thrusting inside her, his hips meeting hers in a fiery rhythm of passion. The couple moved as one for a few moments, their desire and passion reaching unimaginable heights.

Then they came together in a wave of shocking waves. Ginny hollered out her pleasure as Harry met her with just as much force. They tightened their hold on each other as their breathing became normal and they peered into each other's eyes, holding the stares. Harry gently placed her beside him on the bed and kissed her lightly on the forehead before snuggling close. In a few moments, they were both asleep and began dreaming of the passion they had shared.

--Present Day--

Ginny sobbed as she remembered that night with such precision. Why hadn't she used protection? She was the clear-headed one, he had no idea what he was doing. All he wanted was comfort and she happened to be there at the right time.

Tears ran down her face and hit the second piece of parchment she had been clutching. If she thought the doctor's note had been hard to read, this one was beyond her comprehension. Ginny tried to compose herself and reread the familiar scrawl that signaled a letter from Harry.

Ginny,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know this is a little unorthodox, writing a letter like this, but I haven't had the time to talk to anybody. So letters are going to have to do. Though I wish I could see your face when I tell you the news.

Scarlett and I are engaged! I proposed to her two days ago and she accepted. We have discussed a few things and we want you in our wedding, Gin. Scarlett says she would be honored if you and Hermione would be two of her bridesmaids. Please write back with your answer soon. I hope you accept because that would mean the world to me, to have the two girls I have come to love as best friends at my wedding.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Harry

How could something like this happen? She was pregnant with a man's baby who didn't remember they even slept together and was now due to engage someone else. And she was expected to be in the wedding! Why was life so unfair?

Ginny wrapped her arms around her stomach where she knew a little life was slowly growing. She sat in that position for a long time, contemplating what her next move should be. Should she tell Harry? No, this would ruin any chance he had of happiness even if it was with...Scarlett.

What about an abortion? No...she couldn't kill an innocent baby just because she didn't plan right for it. But, what should she do?

Then it hit her. She would run away, leave England, and start a new life somewhere else. She would get a job that could help support her and she could raise her baby by herself. Ginny smiled softly at the thought of holding a small baby with her red hair and Harry's green eyes. She nodded to herself. That's what she would do.

Before she thought of anything else, she sat down to write a note to Harry and her family:

Mom, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Harry,

I am writing to you for a strange reason. I can't tell you why but I am leaving England and moving away. I'm going to find a job somewhere else and build my own life. I wish I could tell you the reason behind this move, but I can't at the moment. But, I promise that I will return someday and explain everything. I wish you all good luck with your lives! Hope to see you soon! Feel free to continue to write me as well! I love you all!

Ginny Weasley