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The Commoner Queen
By Pilargirl

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Category: Alternate Universe, Post-Hogwarts
Characters:Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, James Potter, Lily Potter, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Oliver Wood, Other, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Sirius Black
Genres: Drama, Fluff, General, Romance
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 238
Summary: AU. A 1000 years ago, a magical Plague extinguished three quarters of Britain's magical population, including three of the four founders; Godric Gryffindor remained and founded a new world, with a monarchy that would last for years and years to come.

Now, Ginny Weasley is the Holyhead Harpies' star Chaser and a simple commoner, but Harry James Potter of Evans and Gryffindor, Prince of Wales, has an eye on her.
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Author's Notes:
Sorry, the formatting seems to be a bit off with the big spaces: I've tried a few things but can't seem to fix it completely.




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And Here Comes...The LAST Chapter


Chapter 18

11th December 2006

"It's beyond unreasonable, really," a man in his late forties spoke stiffly as he took a cup of tea to his mouth. Henry Selwyn sat in his favourite armchair in his dark grey and brown living room; around him, his family also took their evening tea, surrounded by the glow and warmth that the fireplace offered them.

"I'm voting yes," the youngest voice in the room suddenly said. Clorina Selwyn was almost afraid to look at her father in that moment, but she was 20 years old and she knew she had to begin standing up to him at some point. This might be a good place to start, it might open an opportunity to tell him later on about Link McDougal, the Muggleborn she had been dating for the last two years.

Henry turned his head slowly to look at his daughter with wide eyes. "You what?" he spoke in a threatening slow tone.

"I'm voting yes," the girl repeated, this time more clearly. "Harry Potter was trained since he was born to reign over this kingdom. Crown magic recognises him as the legitimate heir and Max Potter might die if the power strikes him now. Besides, father, I know Max from school and I don't think he has it in him, he doesn't even like magic."

"Clorina, dear, you must be joking," Henry tried. "Do you not realize who Harry Potter's wife is? That woman cannot be queen. She got married to a Mudblood and then divorced him! What kind of trash would we be letting in to rule our kingdom?"

"Well, isn't she better than Lily Potter?" Ulises Selwyn intervened, looking up from the paper he was reading. On the front page stood a photo of Harry Potter and his wife, waving at the cameras. The Daily Prophet had taken a side on the Suffragium Magicae and was asking its readers to allow the first heir to take the throne. "She's a pureblood witch," Ulises continued. "Of course, from the most Muggle-loving family, but who's to say Prince Max won't marry someone even worse! From his reputation, he might even try to marry a Muggle. And then we might get stuck with a whole new Mudblood royal line or something…No thanks, I'll take my chances with the pure-blooded Muggle-loving slut. I'm also voting yes."

It took all the strength in Clorina to not refute her brother. His words had been beyond disrespectful and she didn't share any of his views. She wanted to vote for Harry Potter because he was the best thing the country could have, another king with that amount of power would have just stayed anyway and destroyed the kingdom; this royal had decided to give the power to the witches and wizards of Britain. In her opinion, that was more than enough.

"Well, I do understand your point of view, Ulises. But I still cannot help that woman to the throne. Maybe a new line won't hurt us, Salazar knows that this royal line was completely destroyed the minute that James Potter married that mud-blood, but well, at least she was a royal, had some dignity…" Henry kept on at his idea.

"Well, I'm voting yes too," the final voice finally added to the conversation. The other three members of the room turned around to look at her in shock. It was very unusual for Marissa Selwyn to talk, let alone to say something against what her husband was saying. Marissa Selwyn was one of those women who thought what she liked and had no need to fight anyone for it She had tried to raise her children away from her husband's antique ridiculousness and she knew she had succeeded with her youngest. However, Ulises had been badly influenced by the worst Slytherin year since the war, and she hadn't been able to do much about him since he was 11. She was a woman who wrote and read what she wanted and she thought whatever the hell she wanted; she just wasn't keen on making a show out of it, she had never seen the need.

"You're voting to place a crown on the Quidditch player? You've always criticised the women who come undignified by playing that men's sport!" her husband raised his voice at her, shocked beyond words.

Marissa stuck her nose up. "It is undignified for a woman to play that sport in such a way, but it's not like she's playing it any more, is she? If you had studied History of Magic at school, dear, you might have learnt that our royal line is the most powerful out there and it actually cares what its people has to say. I'm not about to risk having a faulty royal line, or worse, being a country without magical royalty, just because I don't agree with the prince's choice for a wife. Ginny Potter barely has any power and her children will be brought up in a better way that she was. So yes, dear, come midnight, I most definitely will vote yes."

As she said this she stood up with her cup of tea and left the room. Henry followed her with his eyes, which landed on the fire as she left.

"Well, I'm still voting no!"


"It is a shame Harry couldn't come, Ginny," Molly spoke as she served the pudding around the table. All the Weasley children and their significant others were seated around the Burrow's expanded dining room.

Ginny smiled weakly. "He's busy talking to potion masters, trying to buy more time. I doubt he's even going to eat…"

Molly looks scandalized. "Well, I hope that's not true. A King needs to keep his strength up, there's a lot he will need to be doing tomorrow!"

Percy shook his head. "Well, mother, not technically King yet…"

"Nonsense," Hermione said. "I've done all the calculations. I'm 87.3 percent sure it is going to be a yes vote, Percy."

Ginny looked at her sister-in-law, not surprised at the exact percentage of certainty (after all, it was Hermione), but definitely surprised at how high it was. With everything going on, she had hardly had time to worry about the outcome of tonight. She touched her stomach discreetly and felt the magic in her finger tips react to the closeness of the magic coming from within her. Only her parents, Hermione and Ron knew about the news yet…there'd be plenty of time to tell the others later on.

"If Hermione says it, I wouldn't doubt it, Perce," Ron insisted. "She hasn't slept since the official statement came out, checking all the different outcomes…"

Hermione huffed. "I slept three perfect hours, last night, Ronald. Do you not understand how important…?"

"Of course, I do, I just…"

"Well, then why…?"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh at something as normal as Ron and Hermione's bickering. It seemed from another world. A world where she was just a content Quidditch player, without a husband, without royal power, without a baby… "Content," she thought. What a ridiculous word that seemed, now that she had lived in real happiness, now that she knew what fulfilment felt like.

"So, what will you do with the house in Spain?" someone asked, Ginny wasn't even sure who.

She shook her head. "I…I guess we'll have to wait for tonight to know that. But I doubt we'll go back soon, no matter what happens. Harry needs to be near his parents right now."

Everyone nodded in understanding.


"I've just received a note from the Queen to tell you she's in the east living room with some baby albums you wanted to see," Hermione told Ginny as they got ready to leave the Burrow.

Ginny smiled. "I thought she might like to show me some of Harry's baby pictures. You know, take her mind of…other things."

Ron and Hermione offered a sad smile. Ginny's brother held his wife closer to him.

"Have you done the gender spell?" Ron wondered out loud, checking around him to make sure no one would hear.

Ginny smiled wider and nodded. But didn't say anything before getting into the fireplace and Flooing back to the palace.

Hermione laughed and looked up at Ron, standing on her tiptoes to give him a small peck on the cheek.

"You know, it'll be our turn when the time comes, right?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "We won't need gender spells," he stated.

Hermione looked at him, surprised. "We won't?"

Ron shook his head. "I already know we're having a boy. There's no way in hell I'm having a girl, with my luck she'll end up just like her aunt Ginny."

Hermione could only shake her head and laugh as she thought about the little girl they'd have someday. In her heart she knew they'd have exactly what Ron feared. She could just imagine their little Rose.


"I've got some of the best potion masters of the country working on it, Dad; it might be a waste of time, but we'll keep trying. I promise you…" Harry spoke quickly as he rounded his father's bed.

The King placed a hand on his eldest child's arm to settle him. Harry shut up quickly and sat down in the chair next to the bed, holding on to his father's hand.

"Harry, I can feel it," James spoke softly, squeezing his son's arm. "I'm trying my best to ignore it, but my magic is telling me that this is it. I have nothing against anyone trying to save me, but…I have been the king for many years and I've learnt to communicate with the magic that protects me. It's telling me every second that it's not able to do its job and it's leaving…And I know that if you focus, you'll feel how it's leaving to go into you."

Harry didn't want to confess that he had felt it last night, as he lay in bed next to his wife. He could feel his father's magic entering his body as his own left, passing on to the tiny being that was growing inside Ginny.

The 26 year old brought his head down on the mattress, not wanting his dad to see tears forming in his eyes. He wasn't a crier, he didn't even like people who cried too much, but this…This was becoming too hard, too quickly.

"I haven't spoken to Ginny yet but, even if the No wins, we'll stay. I swear, Dad, we'll stay until the very end," he promised, still looking at the sheet in which his father lay.

James chuckled, reaching out to put a hand underneath his son's chin and lift it up. "Enough with those tears," he whispered, although his own voice didn't sound far away from tears either. "A great man once told me that, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

Harry couldn't even smile at that. "But us…But, you're not supposed to go yet, Dad. It's just not supposed to be this way."

James smiled sadly. "You need to be thankful, Harry. We…We're going to get time, okay? Months and months together. I-I never got to say goodbye to my parents, Pup. I thought they were safe, safer than I was, and in one day I lost both of them and almost lost you too. We have time…I have time to make up for how terrible I've been in this last year."

His voice broke at the end and Harry couldn't help but let more tears fall down his cheeks.

"No, no…Don't say that, Dad, please…I already feel bad enough. You were only looking out for us, I know that now. I'm sorry I put you through all of this…"

James shook his head. "Don't ask for forgiveness for something you had no fault over. And don't lie…You're not sorry, Harry. You can't be sorry for marrying the one woman who could make your life whole, you can't be sorry for your son or daughter...If it wasn't for the two of them, for your choice, we might all be dead now."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, whipping his eyes on his sleeve in the process.

"It's son, by the way," he said slowly and almost in a whisper. It seemed strange to say it out loud; he still couldn't quite believe it was true.

James frowned. "What?" he asked, looking for his son to repeat his statement.

Harry finally smiled. "Ginny and I…We're having a son. We tried the gender spell this morning and…"

James showed a bright smile as he brought an arm around Harry and his son stood up to hug him better. They stood there for what seemed like hours, just hugging each other at an awkward position, tears still coming out of both their eyes.

"You'll tell him about me," James spoke softly as they pulled apart, making Harry struggle not to break down crying like a baby. "Won't you? You tell that little boy about his bad tempered, grumpy grandfather…And how much he would've liked to see him and his siblings and cousins grow up."

Harry simply reached out to hug his father again. It seemed like, somehow, it might never be enough.


"A boy," the queen smiled brightly. "Oh well, it could be worse…It could be a dragon…"

Ginny couldn't help but laugh. "It's so strange…he's only existed for two weeks and I'm already impatient to meet him, to hold him…I really never thought I'd feel this way."

Lily also laughed, while she scanned through photos of Harry as a baby that Ginny had wanted to see. "Oh, you wait, till your eight months along in August, trust me, that's when you'll truly feel impatient, you'll want to Accio him out…This summer's going to be a real nightm-"

And there it was. Ginny had almost been worried at the cheerful atmosphere with which the queen had greeted her. It really made no sense, when she had been told she only had a few months to spend with her husband. Why wasn't she stuck at his side, now? Instead of in her office, sorting out papers.

Lily didn't let any tears fall, but her eyes stayed focussed at one of the photographs in the album. James was chasing a 1-year-old Harry around the room, tripping and running on the spot, as if he couldn't manage to catch the boy, lifting his eyes every now and then to throw a kiss at the camera. Ginny had no doubt it had been Lily taking the photo.

"I'm very sorry," were the only words Ginny could think of. "I know it's a stupid thing to say but…"

Lily looked at her slowly. "My husband's going to die before my own parents," she said slowly, as if coming to terms with it. "He's going to die before all our grandchildren are born. He should've lived until our grandchildren had children…And now…"

Ginny couldn't help the rush of sympathy that rose in her for her mother-in-law. If she had to go on living without Harry…

"But you'll see them," Ginny tried to comfort her. "And, later on, when you pass on, you can talk with him all about it. He'll tell you how he saw it and you'll tell him how you lived it."

Lily looked at the other red-head strangely. "You believe in the after-life?" she asked with incredulity.

Ginny smiled brightly. "Of course I do…I'm as sure of it as I am of life itself. Do you honestly believe that in this world full of magic only ghosts get to live after they're gone? No, they're up there. My mum's brothers, your parents-in-law, perhaps even the baby that Angelina miscarried…They're all up there waiting for us, looking upon us. You think that they're the unfortunate ones? I'd say they're the ones on the big adventure. It's just sad that sometimes we have to spend so long apart from them until we see them again."

Lily smiled too. "It's a lovely way to see it."

Ginny put a hand on the woman's arm. "Tell you what? You owe me a Rainforest Café meal when we get up there and you see that everything I said was true. I'll bet they'll have one of those over there."

Lily couldn't help but laugh at that as she kissed her daughter-in-law on the cheek. How her husband and she had ever been against this relationship, she didn't know.

"Perhaps I'll have forgotten by the time you join me," Lily finally added. "Don't tell Harry or his siblings, please," she continued. "But there's a legend…That a queen never outlives her king by long."

Ginny frowned. "It must be a child's story, Lily. There's nothing to sustain that might be true. Not even your magic is linked to the royal line anymore. You can't possibly think that you will pass soon, you're young…"

"I know…I talked it once with Hermione and we looked back at deaths in the royal line, nothing can be said for sure, but the times of death did seem to validate the theory."

"Don't say that, please. Harry couldn't go on without you. Neither could I," Ginny said. "If the yes comes out today, I'm going to need someone to walk me through being a queen. I…I'm definitely not ready for that."

Lily smiled and wrapped her head around the girl. "This country couldn't ask for a better queen than you, Ginny Wea-, sorry, Potter. Perhaps you're not conventional, but you've already given them so much, and you will continue to do so."

Ginny nodded, unsure.


"George's getting married!" Ginny exclaimed, coming into the room where Harry was laying on the bed.

The dark-haired-man looked up and tried to smile at his wife. It seemed that the only thing that could make him smile right now was thinking about his child; everything else simply paled in comparison to his father's future, or lack thereof.

"Mum caught them taking about eloping and let them know that she wouldn't allow it. She says they can wait until Christmas when she'll prepare a small ceremony for them. And they agreed!"

"That's great, Gin," Harry tried his hardest to evacuate the sadness from his voice, but Ginny's smile fell the minute she heard the tone. She waked towards the bed a little faster and sat beside him, laying a hand on his hair and caressing it.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

Harry stood up quickly, shaking his head. "Don't be stupid, baby. It really is great. I don't even know how they've waited this long; I thought George would propose at our wedding."

Ginny smiled sadly. "I guess they didn't want to rush into anything. But I have a feeling they're ready to start trying for a baby and they want to be married before, this time."

Harry smiled at this too, and put a hand on Ginny's stomach, causing her to role her eyes. "I hope they do get pregnant soon, that way our son will have a cousin close to his age."

His wife laughed slightly. "I don't want us to get ahead of ourselves, Harry…It's so soon…And the vote…"

He responded by shaking his head. "He's the only thing that makes me happy right now, Ginny…I'm going to make sure absolutely nothing happens to him or you. I'll protect you with my life…"

"But, if he's rendered a squib…" Ginny worried.

Harry shrugged. "If it comes to that, so will I, basically, Ginny…We'll go back to Spain, live with a low profile and bring him up in the best atmosphere possible. He'll be your son, Ginny, he'll be the best kid in the world."

Ginny laughed freely this time as she looked into her husband's eyes and gave him a searing kiss. "I hope you know you can count on me. For everything…whatever happens."

The king smiled and kissed his beautiful wife again. He wrapped her in his arms and leaned down against the headboard, laying her back against his front and pushing her tightly against him. "I have a feeling," he said softly, almost scared to say it out loud. "Gin, I…I think it's going to be a 'yes'".

Ginny turned her head slightly and looked at him. Then she looked at the clock on the night stand, the 20 minutes left until the vote was registered felt like an eternity but she knew exactly what Harry meant. "Funny enough, I think it's going to be a 'yes' too."

"Doesn't it bother you? You didn't sign up for this…" Harry asked her, hoping for an answer that wouldn't make him feel guilty.

Ginny smiled and turned her body so she was facing Harry. She held Harry's hand's in hers and led her magic to her fingertips, causing Harry's own magic to respond, and creating tiny sparks of heat to rush through their touching skin.

"I chose you…Whenever, whatever…May it be in a tiny, dusty, hotel room…May it be in our beautiful house in Spain…May it be here. England is our country, Harry, if not only magic but our kingdom decide that it's us they want, I will be okay with that," she told him sincerely.

"Even if it's not what you ever wanted for yourself?" Harry asked.

Ginny moved his hands towards her stomach and felt the magic transfer there, their magic could feel the new magic forming inside her.

"I thought I didn't want a husband, I thought I didn't want a child," her eyes watered slightly and her voice broke. "I thought I didn't want any part in this family…And to just think that I could've given all of this up, makes me sick, Harry. I love you, I was made for loving you…There's nothing in this world that I see more clearly than that. It's not going to be easy…"

"I'll make it as easy as possible," Harry promised.

Ginny shook her head. "You don't have to. It's not only up to you now. I'll be here for you and you'll be here for me."

"Whatever happens?" Harry asked with a smile.

Ginny turned back around and felt herself sink into his embrace again. So many things could happen…Not just in the next twenty minutes, but in the next few days, weeks, months, years…But she knew, just as you know the sun will rise every morning, that they would be okay. Together.

She laughed slightly as she held her hands in his. If anyone had told her this would be her life she would have cursed them. Thank Merlin life had helped her realize this was how it was meant to be.

"Whatever happens."


THE END


…Except for a little epilogue< em> that will be updated soon enough. But, yes, this is the end. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THNAK YOU so much for being there through this whole story, through all my writers' blocks and through all the times I just wasn't up to updating.

Thanks for loving it, thanks for the reviews, thank you for the awards on SIYE. Thank you, oh thank you so much, AMELIE, for being a fabulous beta and putting up with my terrible quick writing with thousands of errors.

It has been an amazing ride, guys. I know the end isn't exactly conclusive but, the epilogue will make clear what happened. I just thought it was better to leave it in the air. Because life is like that. You never know what's coming, and it's not really the important thing: the important thing is to know, whatever comes, you will be able to get through it. Because there's always something to hold on to. Whatever it is, whatever happens, there's always a way to hold on and be happy with what we have.

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