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Rejection: A Double-Edged Sword	By : brooklynvtc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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So, with bated breath, Harry slowly reached forward, his hand twitching as it made its way into the box, and grasped the smooth texture of the priceless stone…
Harry hadn't realized that he had closed his eyes, as he had done this. Afraid to see what may or may not be in front of him. So, he waited, with eyes clasped tightly shut, for any sign that getting his hopes up, wouldn't be in vain…
"Harry…"
Chapter Nineteen
Harry's eyes snapped open, shocked at hearing his name in the otherwise empty room.
But after he had opened his eyes, it was to see nothing in front of him... just an empty desk, and the frames of snoozing portraits on the wall...
There was no one of significance to him. There was no James Potter, no Lily Potter, and no Sirius Black.
He was alone.
Immense pain immediately overcame him. Crushing disappointment making it difficult for him to breathe.
He was always alone!
Fresh tears started to leak out of his eyes against his will.
Why had Dumbledore done this to him? It was the cruelest trick that anyone had ever played on him in all of his life. Not even the cruel game of 'Harry Hunting' that Dudley had played with his friends, came close to the sadistic trick that had deceived him now...
What a fool he was, to think that he was worth a visit from beyond the grave... it had to have been one of the portraits that had called his name. There was no other explanation to it. Harry had been tricked. Plain and simple.
But, it didn't feel like a simple joke when he stopped to think about how broken his soul felt.
Though, there was no one to care about his hurt... his pain. It was like Uncle Vernon always said... how could anyone ever love him? Everyone who had, either died or avoided him. He was a freak... a burden... and forever alone.
Now, more than ever in that moment, Harry felt the control that he once had on his magical core, slip. Until he lost all ties to his control, entirely.
He was a pitiful excuse of a wizard... that must be why the stone didn't work. The only reason why anyone thought him worth anything was because of the stupid scar on his forehead! Which he got from his parents' murderer... He was only really famous from association with Voldemort!
He should be ashamed to look at his very face in the mirror... what had he done to live his life in a way to honor his parents sacrifice?
The walls started to shake, awakening all of the portraits in their frames. Some even falling from their mounts on the wall.
The box that once held the stone, exploded into tiny splinters. Many of the tiny, wooden pieces tagging into Harry's skin. But the pain of it was nowhere near the pain he felt in his heart...
It felt as though he had lost them all over again. Without the pleasure of even seeing them.
His body was starting to hyperventilate so much, that Harry could no longer keep in the sobs that were wrecking his entire body.
An indoor wind storm swirled all around him, whipping around spare parchment paper.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut. Tucking his knees to his chest and burying his face into his arms. He didn't want to feel. He couldn't stand this pain... this agony. He thought for sure that it would kill him.
When suddenly, a cool hand touched his shoulder, and everything stopped. The wind, the rattling, his magic, they all froze. Including himself.
At first, Harry didn't know what to make of it. The touch was so foreign to him. The only thing that he could remotely equate it to was when he got hugs from Mrs. Weasley... but even then, it wasn't the same.
This touch felt special... it was a touch that was meant for him, and him alone. A special bond that he had only known as a child, but couldn't remember...
It was the touch of a mother.
Slowly, Harry lifted his head, seeing the mess his magic had made of the office, but not dwelling on it much at all. Because, Harry's concentration was only on two things... The pounding in his ears, and the feeling of the hand on his shoulder. And slowly, he lifted his own hand to rest on top of hers.
Her hand was tiny, feminine. As he closed his eyes again, it sort of reminded him of how Ginny's hand felt whenever they held hands.
He didn't know what to do... or say... or even think.
All that he knew was that he needed to see her.
Harry turned his head, slowly, afraid to breathe in fear that he would scare her off. As he reminded himself that this was the moment he had dreamed about for his entire life.
Opening his eyes, Harry gasped. There she was, standing, in front of him. And the pictures, as well as the Mirror of Erised, didn't do her any justice.
She was beautiful. Looking so young and alive, even though that was hardly the case. Her eyes, the green eyes that he had inherited, were alight with both happiness and fear... but she wasn't afraid of him, she was afraid for him. Somehow, Harry could just tell the difference. It was in the look that she was giving him right then... a look that said that she cared about him. No matter what.
He couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be on the receiving end of that look for once.
"Mum?" His voice cracked as he spoke the first word he had ever remembered speaking to her.
Remarkably, the fear in her eyes vanished, and only pure love remained as they stared at one another in wonder.
"Yes, Harry," A brilliant smile overcame her lips, and her eyes became watery. "It's me... it's your mum."
Her voice was filled with so much emotion as she spoke, and Harry could no longer hold himself back. Because in the very next moment, he was standing and rushed into her arms. His own arms wrapping tightly around her middle, feeling as though he never wanted to let go.
His mum held him back just as fiercely, landing what seemed to be hundreds of kisses wherever she could reach on the side of his face.
He couldn't believe this was happening! He, Harry Potter - an unloved orphan for a majority of his life - was hugging his mum.
"This has to be some sort of dream..." Harry whispered aloud, without realizing or meaning to.
Strong, lean arms suddenly encircled them both, momentarily startling Harry. But his mum laughed heartily, the lilting noise sounded both relieved and happy.
"This is no dream, son," A male voice spoke from just above his ear. "And I couldn't be happier for it!"
There was only one person this voice could belong to. And eagerly, Harry turned his head to the opposite direction, only to come face to face with... himself?
No... it was the same shaggy, black hair, the same round glasses, as well as the same body build and frame. But it wasn't himself that he was looking at. His own nose was smaller, and his eyes weren't the hazel staring back at him with the same amount of awe.
And if nothing else, there was no lightning-bolt scar in sight.
"Dad." Harry breathed, his throat feeling tight suddenly.
His dad merely grinned a cocky little grin - somehow still managing to achieve it through his red eyes - then leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. "The one and only, Prongslette. The one and only."
Harry unwrapped one arm from around his mum and squeezed it around his dad, with one arm around each of his newfound parents. With the both of them wrapping themselves around Harry in the middle. Harry really couldn't help the tears of joy, as he sobbed happily into his father's chest.
Finally, after all of these years of searching, he has found his family... his true home.
It suddenly became too much for all of them to stand, so in a heap, they lowered to their knees, still wrapped tight in each other's arms.
"I can't believe you're really here!" Harry managed to get out, with only slight coherency. "I have so much to say! So much to tell you... to ask you! But I can't think of the words!"
"That would be a first, wouldn't it, Pup?" A voice called from a ways in front of him.
Harry's head snapped up, knowing that voice anywhere, but hardly believing it to be true. It didn't take long for his eyes to find him and lock onto his frame, greedily taking in his presence.
Sirius looked just as he had in his dream. Young and so alive. But instead of the sadness in his eyes, as it had been in his dream, Sirius' eyes were now full of mischief. The corner of his lips quirked up in humor.
"Because we both know that when you have questions, you usually demand the answers." Sirius finished, with a wolffish laugh to accentuate his jab at Harry.
Harry himself was still too stunned to say anything. Marveling at his beloved, but lost, Godfather in front of him. At last.
Beside him, his dad snorted loudly in his ear, before replying, "Very funny, Padfoot. Now, be a good Dogfather and come greet your Godson."
Harry couldn't help the laughter that escaped him from that, as his eyes eagerly watched Sirius strut forward. Before he was close enough for both of his parents to reach out and tug him down, forcibly joining him in their group hug.
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