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Disclaimer: oookay, this’ll be a bigger
chapter, since I have to…ah, you’ll find out.
Fluff scene later!
Harry Potter and the Daughter of War
By Ashura
Chapter 03: OWLs and Ginny
“I lost.”
Those two words kept popping up inside of his head. He knew he shouldn’t be beating himself up
over this. This was Ginny, after
all. He had always heard how good and
talented she was at dueling, and he finally got to see just how good she was
first hand.
And she won.
He punched the cushion at that
thought. He just couldn’t get that out
of his head. Why? Because when it came down to it, if he
couldn’t beat Ginny, how was he supposed to defeat Voldemort? Maybe he wasn’t serious enough. Maybe he wanted her to win. Maybe…
No!
Those were just excuses. The fact
was he wasn’t as good at dueling as he thought he was. And Ginny just happened to be better. Somehow, someway, he had to get
stronger. And the first thing he was
going to do was learn Occlumency. After
all, Snape did make a point. Knowing
tons of spells was worthless if his opponent could just read his mind. And now he not only had to worry about
Voldemort and Snape, but that mysterious stranger he met in the forest.
But who could teach him? Who did he know could perform
occlumency? He thought of asking Lupin, or
even Moody, but they were always so busy with work for the Order that it wasn’t
worth it. Now that he mentioned it, the
only people that were constantly around him were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. And he doubted Mr. Weasley knew anything
about occlumency. The only person he
knew of that could even possibly be teach him was that mysterious stranger.
As risky as it was, Harry knew he just
had to learn occlumency, and if this man could teach him, he might as well give
it a shot. But, try as he might each
day, he could not seem to locate the shadowy figure he saw in the woods.
“Maybe you should give up Harry,”
Hermione told him one day when he returned from his searches, “it’s very risky,
anyways.”
“And if I don’t find someone to teach me
occlumency, I’ll die by Voldemort or Snape anyways, right?” he shot back.
She sighed in defeat, not really having
an answer this time (they had been over this several times) and went back to
her book.
“What have you been reading there,
anyways?” questioned Ron, practicing hexes on various cushions, “Some trashy
romance novel?”
“NO!
How dare you, Ron?! Insinuating
that I, of all people would…”
“Are you?”
“NO!
Of course not!” she shouted at him, “I’m researching items belonging to
the Four Founders, for your information!”
“anything good?” Harry asked, attempting
to break up their short feud. Thank god
it worked.
“It’s pretty difficult. Information about that stuff isn’t public
knowledge, you know. It’s not like
Muggles having everything in a Meuseum. Wizards keep treasures like this between their
own families. Heirlooms, for example.”
“So,” said Ron, “You haven’t found
anything…”
“I said nothing good Ron,” she answered,
“I didn’t say I didn’t find anything.
What I did find is—”
Just then Ginny burst through the room
and sat down on the sofa next to Harry.
“Hi Ginny,” he greeted her, getting a nice, “Hi Harry” in return. But as soon as she landed next to him, he
felt a slight shaking to the sofa, and noticed that Ginny’s hands and feet were
shaking.
“Ginny,” he asked her, “are you cold or
something?”
“Um, no.
Just nervous,” she said, and when Harry raised a curious eyebrow, she
continued, “My O.W.L. results are supposed to arrive today.”
“In August? Isn’t it a bit late to be getting your results?”
said Ron, having to transfigure another feather into a cushion so he could
practice some more (Hermione made sure he practiced that first).
“Well, yes, but I guess with all that’s
been going on, they’re bound to show up late.
McGonagall was here the other day and told me,” she said to her brother,
“Not that the extra time mattered, much.
My grades won’t have changed.”
“But Ginny,” said Hermione, “I thought
you did study—”
“Oh, don’t worry, Hermione, I studied as
much as I needed to,” she laughed, seeing as how Hermione was giving Harry a
dirty look, “But I don’t do so well on the written exams. It’s practical exams I can handle.”
“What’s wrong with written exams?” said
Ron, “at least in the written exams if you mess up, you can just scratch it out!”
“Yeah, I know, but I just choke up on those
kinds! It doesn’t feel as natural to
me. It’s like—”
But Harry didn’t get to hear her finish,
as one large brown owl landed right on the table in front of them, carrying a
familiar large square envelope. Ginny
hesitantly took it from the owl’s raised leg and slowly opened it and read out
her results. She held it to herself, so
not even Harry could see it until she had.
Everyone held their breath in silence, waiting for a hint of her
results.
“Phew,” she gasped happily, “That’s a
relief. I guess my written exams didn’t
turn out as bad as I thought. Here,
Harry. Have a look,” and she handed her
results for Harry to see.
Ordinary Wizarding Level
Results
Pass Grades
Outstanding (O)
Exceeds Expectations (E)
Acceptable (A)
Fail Grades
Poor (P)
Dreadful (D)
Troll (T)
Ginerva Virginia
Weasley has achieved:
Astronomy E
Care of Magical
Creatures O
Charms O
Defense Against
the Dark Arts O
Divination E
Herbology O
History of Magic A
Muggle Studies O
Potions O
Transfiguration O
Harry could not believe his eyes as he
went through Ginny’s O.W.L.s. To his
amazement, and soon Ron’s, Ginny had not failed a single subject.
“BLOODY HELL!” he shouted as he read
them, “How did you get these? I thought
you said you did terrible!”
“On the written, I said. I guess it was better than I thought it was.”
“I think your written exams didn’t matter
that much,” said Hermione, “The examiners this year were more focused on the
practical exams, I bet. After what has
happened lately, I think they figured that was more important than the
written.”
“That makes sense,” nodded Ginny, “The
exams did seem a little different. For
the practical in Defense Against the Dark Arts, they set us up in pairs and we
had to duel each other.”
“What?
Since when did they do that?” Ron questioned at once.
“I don’t know, but that was just for
starters. Then we had to face stuff they
thought the Death Eaters would throw at us.
Inferi, Dementors…”
“They used dementors on you?” questioned
Harry. Not that he was worried. He taught all of the DA members how to cast
patronuses, but he never had the chance to see Ginny’s and was worried on how
any of the DA members would fare when pitted up against the real thing.
“Of course not. They were all illusions and such, but I know
I passed those! It was the written exams
I thought I failed,” Ginny told him, and added with a thought, “But I knew I
passed Defense Against the Dark Arts, that was no question,” she said, and
winked at Harry, remembering the DA practices.
“Oh Ginny!” Mrs. Weasley squealed,
hugging Ginny tightly when she saw her results, “Ten O.W.L.s, I don’t believe
it! Only Percy and Bill scored that
high!”
“Mom,” chocked Ginny, trying to push her
mother away, “I can’t breathe!” Mrs.
Weasley apologized and let Ginny catch her breath while congratulating her some
more.
“Hold on,” Ron said curiously when he
looked at Ginny’s results again, “You take Muggle Studies? I didn’t know that!”
“Dad wanted me to take it,” she said
after she sat down and could breathe normally again, “But it is very
interesting,” then with a smirk she said, “At least someone in the family knows
how to use a telephone properly!”
Everyone laughed. Harry and Ron especially remembered when Ron
had tried to call him and ended up shouting in Mr. Vernon’s ear.
Harry couldn’t help but feel proud of
Ginny doing so well on her O.W.L.s. He
had always feared that she wouldn’t do as well as she should have, because he
tried to spend so much time with her last year.
But while he was thinking these thoughts,
he noticed Ginny smirking at him the whole time while Ron and Hermione asked
her questions about her exams. He got
the message. She was trying once again
to show him that she could face Voldemort with him. It wasn’t working. Nothing would make him change his mind.
A day after Ginny had gotten her results,
she found Harry up at two a.m. reading in the
living room chair.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked him, plopping
herself down on the arm of the chair next to him.
“Bad dreams,” he said, rubbing his
forehead. Instantly, Ginny figured the
worst, that his scar was hurting again.
“Is it your—”
“No,” he told her, taking his hand away,
“I’ve been having dreams where I’m facing Voldemort in the end, and I don’t
exactly win all the time.”
“Well,” she laughed, “You’re not a seer,
so don’t take them to seriously.”
“Still, everything’s reminding me that I
have to prepare for it. Dumbledore’s
death, these dreams, everything!”
“So you are the chosen one?” she asked
him. Harry looked at her curiously. He mentally kicked himself then. He forgot that he had not yet told Ginny what
he had told Ron and Hermione. They
hadn’t exactly hung out all the time.
But now, after what they had been through, she deserved to know as much
as anyone.
“Yeah, I am.”
“But the prophecy was—”
“Made to Dumbledore, so he was able to
show it to me,” he told her, and waited for the inevitable, “what’d it
say?” so he told her, trying word for
word this time. On “one must die at the
hand of the other,” Ginny gasped, but then nodded.
“That explains your dreams,” she said,
“But I didn’t think the prophecy said that there was a change you’d die. I always figured it just said that—“
“Yeah, I wish it didn’t say that. But it does, and I’ve got to make sure that
I’m not the one who winds up dead.”
“But how are you going to do it?” she
wondered aloud, “I mean, I don’t think you’re going to use Avada Kedavra on him, right?”
Harry shook his head. He had thought about it, but although he had
used an unforgivable curse in the past, using the Killing Curse was something
he didn’t think he was up for.
Ginny sighed and slid down the chair, and
Harry realized she was now sitting comfortably on his lap, and instinctively
held her close. “But it’s not only
Voldemort that I have to deal with,” he told her, before he even knew he said
it.
“What?” she said, surprised, “What
exactly—”
And then he told her. About the Horcruxes, and how Voldemort had
split himself into 7 different pieces, and how the diary was one of them, and
Dumbledore destroyed another. All the
while, Ginny sat there, amazed and yet, her thoughts drifted elsewhere, back to
the diary, when Riddle was bragging about his quest to immortality.
“That makes sense. Riddle was always bragging about how he knew
things most wizards didn’t,” she told him, “How he alone could ‘break the
boundaries of life itself.’ I thought he
was so full of himself, the prat.”
“Too bad he didn’t make the diary last,”
said Harry, “He could have told you where the others were.”
“Yeah, I know. I can hardly remember everything he told me
either,” she laughed, and clutched Harry’s pajamas tightly, “so I’d be of no
use even if he did.”
“It’s okay Ginny, I’ll find them,” he
said, running his fingers through her hair, “I even know where one might be.”
“You mean that locket with R.A.B. on it?”
“Yeah, I just have to find him. Hermione’s looking for—“
“Regulus…Augu…”
“Huh?” said, Harry, wondering just what
Ginny was mumbling about. But she only
half heard him, and continued to whisper to herself.
“Hey, that’s it!” she exclaimed, almost
toppling off Harry’s lap if he didn’t pull her back.
“What’s it?”
“I know who has the locket!” she
exclaimed, but then her face fell and she shook her head, “No, no he’s dead, so
it doesn’t matter.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“Regulus, Sirius’s brother. His name fits, doesn’t it? Regulus Black?”
Harry nodded, and thought for a moment
about this. The name partially fit, but
they didn’t know his middle name, which would have been helpful. But then a thought struck him. A thought that made perfect sense…
“Ginny, you’re a genius!” he shouted, and
before he knew what he was doing, had pulled her close to him and was kissing
her. But before he could realize what he
was doing and pull away, Ginny had latched her arms around his neck and was
kissing him back with added fervor.
Harry closed his eyes and sank into the kiss, relishing in feeling her
soft lips on his again.
“Wow,” she said when they last parted,
“You haven’t kissed me like that since that Quidditch match we won.”
Harry laughed and shook his head
clear. He didn’t know what had come over
him just now, but whatever it was, he was glad it did. No one was around to see it, luckily, and he
had wanted to kiss Ginny since he got here.
“Now, tell me again why I’m a genius,”
she giggled, still trying to get over her ‘I just kissed Harry Potter again’
high.
“I just remembered that when we were
cleaning the Black house, there was this locket that we couldn’t open,” Harry
told her, talking quickly in his excitement so Ginny had to ask him to repeat
it a few times, “That’s the third horcrux Dumbledore and I were trying to
get! It’s in the Black House somewhere!”
“Yeah!” she said after she finally got him
to slow down, “I remember that! Kinda
felt odd, too. Made the room quite
chilly, remember?”
“How can I forget? You were clutching my arm because of that,”
he laughed, “Not that I minded.”
“Mmmm yeah, and you’re still warm, too,”
Ginny laughed with him, and snuggled close to Harry, and Harry did the
same. It was still early in the morning,
and a bit chilly at that.
“Harry?” Ginny said after a while.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me again,” she pleaded, looking up
into his green eyes. Harry knew he ought
to have resisted; he was supposed to not be with her anymore, so she wouldn’t
be a target. But with her being so
close, in his arms, and the reminder of that last kiss…
Harry drew her to him, and her lips
eagerly met his in a fiery kiss he could tell she had wanted to give him for a
long time, and he eagerly kissed her back, clutching her as tightly as he could
in the one moment.
He gasped slightly when he felt Ginny’s
tongue on his lips, and the sudden surprised allowed her to slip it inside to
join Harry’s. Soon Harry found he liked
this new change and closed his eyes and joined her. Soon their tongues were dancing in mild
passion, and Harry could not remember a time when he was happier.
Ginny could not tell how long she sat
there kissing Harry and being kissed back, and she didn’t care. This was what she wanted. It was what she had always wanted. Sure, she had snogged Dean to kingdom come,
but it wasn’t like this. This was different, this was…she didn’t even
know what it was, exactly, but she loved it.
She didn’t even care if Voldemort himself walked in on them right now
and casted Avada Kedavra. She would die the happiest girl alive
anyways. And the way his hands were
caressing her…
“OI!” came a very familiar shout.
Harry and Ginny reluctantly broke apart
and Ginny turned to see probably what Harry thought as someone worse than
Voldemort: Ron.
“B-But you said…!” he glared angrily at
Harry, and from how he was pointing his finger at him, Harry guessed Ron would
really like a wand right now, “It was over you said! I had nothing to worry about!”
“What’s with all the noise?” Harry heard
Hermione yawn from behind Ron, “I noticed Ginny wasn’t in my bed, so I came
downstairs to—”
“Well, I found her!” shouted Ron, “and
she was…”
“Shhhh!” Ginny pointed her finger to her
lips, “We don’t want anyone else finding out, do we?”
“Oh, they’ll find out, all right. Wait until Fred and George hear about this!”
he said, and sprinted past Hermione up the steps.
Or, at least he tried. Harry tried the only thing he could think of
and shouted in his head, pointing his wand that he had left on the table,
thought, Levis Corpus!
Ron was instantly hoisted upwards and the
ceiling, and Harry saw him swear a few words, but could not hear him say
anything.
“Silencing Charm,” Hermione explained,
“I’ve come to like using nonerbal spells, these days.”
Harry nodded, and said in his head, Liberacorpus, and Hermione caught Ron
when he fell, who had now calmed down enough to notice that he was going to be
hexed unless he heard Harry and Ginny out.
“Look, Ron,” Ginny told him once they all
sat down, “Harry and I broke up so Voldemort wouldn’t use me to get to him, but
we know we still love each other.”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Harry
explained, “We were just talking and things got a little out of hand.”
“A little?”
Ron said under his breath.
“Okay, so we got carried away,” said
Ginny, “but that was my fault, not Harry’s, and I still can’t see why you are
so mad!”
“I just didn’t expect it, that’s all,” he
told her, “Harry told me you two broke up, so I didn’t expect to come
downstairs and see you two snogging.”
“Well, don’t,” said Harry, looking at
Ginny and hoping she wouldn’t take this the wrong way, “It won’t happen
again. If someone other than you two saw
us…”
“Yeah, maybe inside of the closet or…”
“Ginny!” Harry stared at her warningly.
“I was just joking Harry, come on!” she
laughed, poking him at his sides. Ron
shook his head at them, muttering something under his breath that earned him a
slap from Hermione.
But all of the excitement of the
morning’s activities was doused by two things.
The first was the recent bit of information Ginny and Harry had thought
up before they had gotten “carried away.”
“Wow, nice work Ginny!” Hermione
exclaimed when Ginny told her about her theory, “Why didn’t I think of
Regulus?”
“It’s because you’re so used to looking
stuff up in books,” Ron told her, making her glare at him angrily at this
thought, “Not everything’s found in books, Hermione.”
Ginny thought that Ron had definitely
earned pillow bash to his head, though she thought Hermione only did it
playfully, “Well what exactly did you do to help, Mr. Know-It-All?!”
“I was just saying…”
Harry and Ginny shook their heads. “Just like a married couple, huh Harry?” Harry nodded, thinking roughly the same
thing.
The second thing that was brought to
their attention was their booklists and letters from Hogwarts.
“Wonder why these are so late?” Ron
wondered as he opened his, “Usually we get them in the beginning of August.”
“It’s because of the choosing of
Headmaster and a few changes at Hogwarts,” said Hermione, “There’s a note from
McGonagall at the bottom.”
“Hey, what’s up with our booklists?”
Ginny questioned. Harry curiously looked
over his list, and saw at the end of it what Ginny was talking about.
Students may also choose to buy one of
the following books:
Advanced Dueling Tatics by Saera Goth
and Ashura Atsu
Potion Mastery By Shantani
Felidus
Seeing Through the Skull By Gregory
Auntem
Ancient Spells of Lore By Andrew
Clarkson
Spells for Everyday Living By Amelia
Burntheart
Several other books were listed as well,
and he soon found himself chatting with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny on what books,
if any, they would want to buy.
“Well, they are optional, aren’t they?”
said Ron, “doesn’t look as though I’ll be getting any now, will I?”
“Oh, hush,” said Ginny, “I’m sure Fred
and George wouldn’t mind giving us a small bit of gold for those. Especially if you tell them you’re going to
get that 1o1 Practical Jokes Worty of
Detention book.”
“Wouldn’t mind that one, actually,” he
chuckled, “But can’t use it on Malfoy anymore, can I? oh well,” and he smirked at Harry, “I’ll just
have to use it on you in case you ‘get carried away’ again.”
Harry laughed and silently looked forward
to it if it meant Ron wouldn’t get mad at him anymore for being with
Ginny. Personally, he was wondering
about Seeing Through the Skull. He wondered if it was a book on Occlumency
and if he would actually be learning any of these subjects on the list.
“It is rather odd, isn’t it?” said
Hermione, “I wonder if these are all for one class.”
“How can these be all for one class?”
questioned Ginny, “With this many books, they must be for several different
classes. But who’s teaching?”
“Beats me,” said Ron, and looked at Harry
and knew why he didn’t care one bit. He,
Ron and Hermione knew that they had planned not to go to Hogwarts this
year. But if there was a class for
Occlumency, it might not be a waste of time after all.
A/N: whew! I wrote myself into a corner on that
one! Of course you can’t see it because
I deleted the small scene. You didn’t
miss much, just a little bit of Ginny vs. Ron humor, but it stopped me writing
for 1 ½ weeks! Anyways, Happy New
Year! Sorry it took so long, and to make
up for it, you’re getting a bonus chapter that I worked on while I was at my
little brick wall of a story. So
enjoy! Read/Review please, or else I’ll
just keep these chapters to myself for a while…
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