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[  hog's head inn, the dead of night. january 20, 2031. feat. ginny & lila. ] @hogwartsexpress

she hates this. she already fought a war, she already won one before she was out of her teens. won, such a loose term. the light was victorious. she remembered that may morning after all was said and done, how the warmth of the mug felt on her hands, how drained she felt when the pure exhaustion finally hit. that night was so horrifying in so many ways, but there was a feeling of hope that fell over that great hall. a feeling that they could properly breathe for the first time in a long time. yet, then there was everything else that followed. a long, what seemed of never ending stream of funerals: her brother, her friends, life long grief that chased you down on a sunny day. ginny was determined to make an amazing life for herself, for her family despite, despite, despite. and she did. but fate always manages to laugh in your face.

hagrid. dead. yet another friend to bury. it never ends, doesn't it? the giant seemed immortal. like he was always there and he always would be. he loved harun so much, he loved their family so much. her daughter's godfather. ginny will never forget the look on his face when they told him they wanted him to be it. like he couldn't believe they wanted him. so many tears, him nearly squeezing the life out of them because he was so happy. she'll never forget how tiny lila looked in his arms. it happened so fast, too fast to comprehend in the moment. the order trying to get everyone to safety, a booming voice interrupting it all. in a way, it was poetic. the snow, the person that had protected harun for the better part of his life doing so one last time. but now she has to pick up the pieces of his sacrifice. now she has to tell her daughter. damn it.

the woman doesn't want to. merlin knew her youngest had been through enough. all she ever wanted was to protect her children. any mother could tell you, though: that wasn't always possible. it was so much easier when they were little, so much easier when their family didn't feel fractured. ginny wants her to know before daylight breaks, before the school knows. so she pulls out her phone, hands trembling as she opens up their message history. something happened tonight. can you meet me? sent. quickly typing out an alone. this had to be a conversation just between the two of them. so she waits in a renovated hog's head inn, head aching from the night's events, preparing to break lila's heart even more than it already was. maybe she'll get lucky and lila won't see it. maybe she's fast asleep and ginny won't have to tell her he's dead. ha, ginny's not that lucky. she knows her youngest. for better or worse.

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Alexandra Breckenridge as Melinda Monroe on Virgin River, episode 1.04 “A Wounded Heart”

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𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭. — made it out alive, but i think i lost it said that i was fine, said it from the coffin. remember how i died when you started walking? that's my life, that's my life. i'll put up a fight, taking out my earrings. don't you know the vibe? don't you know the feeling? you should spend the night, catch me on your ceiling. that's your prize, that's your prize, well.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻. FULL NAME. ginevra molly weasley polat. NICKNAME(S). gin, g. AGE + DOB. forty eight & august 11. ZODIAC. leo. GENDER. cis woman. PRONOUNS. she & her. ORIENTATION. bisexual. BLOOD STATUS: pureblood. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married in limbo rn.OCCUPATION. retired quidditch player, sports reporter for the daily prophet.

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴:

FACECLAIM: alexandra breckenridge. HEIGHT: 5'7. EYE COLOR: green. HAIR COLOR: red. SCARS: various scattered through out her body. PIERCINGS: ears. OTHER NOTICABLE FEATURES: faded freckles across her cheeks.

𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈.

PARENTS. molly & arthur weasley. SIBLINGS. bill, charlie, percy, fred, george, & ron weasley. HUSBAND. harun polat. CHILDREN. jan sirac, altan sever, lila lunara polat, teddy lupin. IN LAWS. jan polat, lila evren polat, hermione granger, audrey weasley, angelina weasley, fleur weasley. NIECES & NEPHEWS. victoire, dominique & louis weasley, rose & hugo granger weasley, lucy & molly weasley, roxanne & fred weasley. the entire wizarding world jfc.

𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲.

HOUSE. gryffindor. WAND. 14" 1/8 inches, yew wood, phoenix feather core. BOGGART. used to be voldemort, now it's her family murdered and her being the only one left. ALLIANCE: order of the stag. PATRONUS. horse.

𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈:

trigger warning for mentions of pregnancy complications, death.

the first weasley daughter in generations. a miracle. lucky number seven. but ginevra was anything but soft or gentle. how soft can you truly be when you have six older brothers? she learned how to hold her own from a very young age, trying to keep up. and she did. a force to be reckoned with. she had always loved that about herself. her ability to stand up for herself, for others. but how come no one noticed she wasn't her self her first year at hogwarts?

possessed, left to die. it was so isolating. it was so hard to explain. no one understood it. she was supposed to be safe at hogwarts. weren't they all? it was terrifying — not knowing what every year ahead held. she was scared, but never let it show too much. she let her strength carry her, carry others who needed it with pleasure. the story of her life. she could handle it. the fire that's been there since before she was born, a welcome friend. tom riddle didn't have power over her anymore. and he never would again.

amidst the grief following the battle of hogwarts, ginny went back to her first love: quidditch, of course. it healed her. she played a few seasons with the holy head harpies, winning a world cup. but she always knew when her and harun had kids, she would retire. and that's exactly what she did. first came jan, and how her mother did it seven times, she had no clue. it was difficult from the get go. all pregnancies were hard, she supposed, but not all pregnancies end up with you nearly losing your life.

she saw her brother. and everything felt so... warm. but as quickly as he appeared, he was gone again. his face replaced by the relieved faces of the healers and her husband. once again, she was a miracle. once again, saved from the brink of death. pretty on brand for the polats. if nearly dying from her first pregnancy wasn't traumatizing enough, she thought why not try her luck two more times? back to back to back in a very molly weasley way. however, unlike her mother, she cut it off at three. whether she got her girl or not, no more kids. but thankfully, she got her girl.

in retrospect, she should've known one day everything would start up again. because history always repeated itself. the first time he died, the moment she saw hagrid carrying him in his arms, something in her died. the hopes, the dreams, everything she wanted for them, dead and buried. not for long. because of course they were going to grow old together. they deserved a soft epilogue. but once again, that was too much to ask for. the cruel hands of fate gave ginny everything she wanted, just to rip it from under her.

the woman kept her grief to herself for the most part. she didn't want her kids to worry about her. no, she was the parent, that was her job. to take care of them, to protect them. when your kids are young, it's so much easier. then they grow up into adults and they make their own decisions. good decisions, bad decisions, the stupid, foolish decisions. the resurrection fell under the latter. maybe that made her a little angry. no, it certainly did. but there wasn't anything that her children could do that could make her stop loving them. wasn't like she could be surprised, they were cut from the same cloth of their parents. and merlin knows their parents and friends did their fair share of stupid things, just not.... resurrection.

and then the love of her life doesn't have his memories, which of course he doesn't. that would be too easy. some days ginny just doesn't want to deal with any of it. some days the gravity of every single thing she's ever been through hits her like a freight train and all she wants do is rot in bed. certainly a sensible reaction for anyone in her shoes, but she can't. not when she has so many people depending on her, looking to her. not that she wants to anyways, keeping herself busy keeps her sane. well, as sane as she can be. just like everything she's been through, the fire in her still burns bright as ever, maybe the brightest it's ever been. she allows herself to feel what she needs to when she needs to, then she gets back up and focuses. the story of her life.