Summary: In between the birth of Albus Severus and Lily Luna, Harry Potter left his wife for almost three years. He's finally mustered up the courage to tell her what happened.
A/N: This was an idea I had from the song "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman.
Dislcaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Ginny Weasly knew when not to ask questions. When her long-time crush suddenly kissed her, she let him. When her boyfriend decided it was time to end a war, she watched him go. And when on a rainy night, her husband hastily packed a bag, and didn't come back for almost three years, she simply fire-called her mother, and declared that she was pregnant again, but she would be fine on her own.
There were a few things she had learned about Harry Potter over time; First was that he did what he wanted. Years of being told what to do had hardened his resolve to be his own person. Secondly, he loved deeply, and wholeheartedly, but was hesitant to show it. Thirdly, and this was probably the most important thing, was that he was completely and irrevocably in love with Draco Malfoy.
She figured that he didn't even know it about himself. So she'd married him and they began to build a life together. She wasn't the jealous type to begin with, fiercely protective, yes, but not jealous. There were times when she felt like he hardly saw her, days when she could sit right next to him, and feel alone. But these days were few and far between, so they went on. He told her his secrets, most of them, and she shared all of hers.
While he was gone, she experienced her first child's mistakes, and scraped knees. She gave birth again, and had to start all over. She sold Grimmaud place, and moved to the country, working out of an office in her house. She got used to being alone. He had been declared missing, and so had Draco Malfoy, so she didn't worry as often as she thought she should. She didn't move on, because she knew she couldn't. But she lived.
When he came back, she didn't say a word. He was a different man. She slapped him hard across the cheek, and handed him a crying Albus, then walked into her office. She didn't speak to him for a week. Later, when she asked, he never told her what happened, or why he had gone. He just kept telling her he was happy to be home. She tried to believe him.