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A New Era	By : Don_Silk Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 15227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Warm lips were running all over his neck, and small waves of heat ran along his skin, as the last limbs of sleep left him.
Enjoying this delicious feeling, he raised his hand to let his fingers caress Ginny's back.
"Good morning, gorgeous!" she whispered in his ear, gently nibbing it.
"Hello sunshine!", Harry answered, opening his eyes and kissing her forehead. "Are these our new catchphrases?"
"Don't know, but I kind of like it!"
"Me too! What time is it?" he asked.
"Dunno either, but this I really don't care."
Harry reached for his glasses, his watch and his wand. It was nearly eight.
He gave a flick of his wand to the curtains and the bed.
"Imperturbed." he answered her questioning look. "We have plenty of time, it seems. Any idea of what you'd want to do this morning?" He gave her a meaningful smile.
She pursed her lip in an innocent little girl pout.
"Well, we could go down to breakfast, and then head for the library and do some homework. And then..."
She couldn't keep on, as Harry had started tickling her madly, and she burst in heavy laughter.
"Miss Granger, hand over your stack of Polyjuice Potion right this second and release Ginny, if you please."
She retaliated, and they brawled all around the bed, each trying to seized the other's hands while still attacking bare skin anywhere they could, flanks, back, hips, neck or arms, and trying to roll on top of the other. In a catlike move that took Harry by surprise, Ginny managed it and pinned him between her legs, and her hands clasped on his wrists.
Both of them were panting from laughing. Harry threw his arms over his head, making Ginny fall forward on him, and he reached for her lips. She released his hands to slid her arms around his shoulder and neck, and he stroke her back.
Both were pulling hard, wanting to encrust each other's body in its own.
Harry could feel his arousal getting stronger each second, the flow of her love pulsing through his ribcage toward his heart. Now that he knew the feeling, he was able to not be overwhelmed by it, but he still was amazed by this most wonderful feeling.
Ginny was reaching and pulling his lips between hers, nibbling slightly, and her tongue was meeting the tip of his own, discharging electric shocks all along his spine every time they met.
All along his body, he could feel her shiver in rhythm with the waves of love that hit him. He could feel her nipples hard against his chest, and the soft caress of his pubic hair on his raised hard shaft. He slid his hands down her back, caressing the side of her thigh and butt cheek. It was smooth as silk, yet pretty firm and muscular, and he felt his hand burn as he slid over her cleft. He wanted to stroke her lightly, but his hand was pulled, as though he was made of steel and she had concealed a magnet between her legs. He fought it for a few seconds, but stopped resisting. His fingers slid in the gap, and he felt her fiery wetness engulfed them at once.
He slid his forefinger along the curls of her flesh, experiencing the mellow of her outer lips and the limp warmth of her inner lips. He slid forward, where they met, two find the stronger spot of her clitoris.
From the first touch, she had arched her back, started to rock around his hand, rubbing feverishly against it.
Ginny's hand slid along his side, and once again, he was feeling the fire of her love flowing through it, reaching the deepest part of him. He was burning, he wanted her hand on him, he wanted to feel her grab his cock so he would feel again her love flowing through his shaft. The memory of the ecstasy he had felt when she had done it the previous day was driving him mad from longing.
The thought had barley reached his consciousness that he felt his dick pull hard toward her hand, that came to fulfil his wish in an instant. This was insane. It was like he could control her moves on him, and he was sure she had made his hand move as well to where he was now.
They pulled their head back at the same time, looking each other in the eyes. Both looked amazed.
"Did you do that?" she asked. "Damn me, it's feel so good." His finger was slowly rubbing her clit, and she moaned. His second hand felt a breeze of pure warmth hit him, and he felt that it was answering to a request her body had exuded. All along her eyes had remained fixed to his own. He let his hand move on its own accord, and it flew straight to her breast, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple hard.
"That's totally insane! God I love that... " she mumbled.
Her hand started to slide on him, and the ecstasy he remembered seemed suddenly bland in comparison to how he felt. He let himself be overcome by it, feeling warmth spreading from his crotch to every fibre of his body and every cell of his brain.
He could feel like he never had, he couldn't do anything but to focus himself on the sensations exploding from her hand on him, and at the same time he only could think on anything but his hands on her, how warm and soft her breast was, how her nipple sent sparks in his finger, how sizzling hot was her dripping wet folds.
He was no longer one, he was the powerless Harry that craved her to go faster, or slower, and every time her hand complied. But at the same time, he was also the Harry that was only focused on her body, on her pleasure, on the feeling of her on his hands. He was aware of every point where their bodies, hands, lips and tongue met.
And his hand was once again drawn, and he was going to let her will drive him. He knew where that would led him, and it was an agony of good. He looked at her, to be sure she really wanted it.
She smiled, put her mouth next to his ear and whispered. "I need to know the feeling of something inside me. Even I have never gone there, but I need you to, right now."
He slowed, and put the tip of his middle finger at her entrance. Waves after waves of electricity were exploding from her, and he started pushing, very slowly. He felt some resistance, and paused, in fear to hurt her. Her hips were pressing him deeper, so he pushed slowly again. All of a sudden, he felt his finger being pulled inside, and she let out a small scream and closed her eyes. A shot of fire rose from his finger all the way to his brain, and he had a flash of pure pleasure that had nothing to do with his own sensations.
Her tongue insinuated in his ear, he could feel it reaching all the way to the centre of his mind.
Slowly, he started to explore her insides, while her tongue did the same in his ears, her lips nibbing his ears, and her hand kept slashing on his manhood. He wasn't sure he really felt anything around his finger, only pressures and the flow of magic passing along his arm.
For what felt hours, they explore each other, making the world around them disappear. He was close, and he knew she was, too. But, through their silent conversation, she told him she wanted more, and he could only agree. She released his shaft, and he pulled out. For a second, although he was already half an inch out of her, he could feel a stream of pure magic still linking his finger to her.
She crawled on all four around him, her gaze deep in his, and she came to lie next to him, her head resting on his thigh. She had spread her legs, and he put his head between her legs. Her scent was enthralling. He put his finger back over her clit, and barely touched it. He could see wetness exuding from her. And then, he could see it, like a faint glow, reaching from her to hit him. He couldn't take it anymore. He dived head first, his tongue flying to her fleshy tip, sliding all along her valley, and the glow went to him, taking his head into an oblivion of pleasure.
Ginny had stroked him a few time, before, like Harry, letting her tongue come and run along him. He could feel her lips sliding on the side of his erection, kissing his groin, the head of his cock. And then, they were all around it, slowly moving down.
He was but pulsing heat, burning desire.
He put a finger in her, suck on her lips, and her clitoris was in his mouth, and he could only attack it with his tongue. She was wriggling and shaking, and her skin was glowing brighter and brighter.
She was sucking on him too, and it was too much. He felt his weight leave him, and fire-coloured blazing light was emanating from them both. He was blind to anything but the for the light of her magic flowing from her body.
Harry drank the flow of wetness coming from her, and he could feel her draining the last of him. Music rang to his ears, he felt every cell of his body pulsing in pleasure, and he was also in Ginny's every cell, he smelled the perfume of her body, he was the warmth of the fire inside her.
And she was screaming his name, and he was screaming hers, calling each other as the reason and answer to all this pleasure that was flowing from them.
Eternity came and went, and finally he was on the mattress, Ginny' pubic hair next to his face. Drenched in sweat and out of breath, he sat and helped her to turn and lie back the right way up.
She pulled the blanket on them, and he was about to talk when Ron's voice reached them.
"Guys, what's the heck with the light?"
Harry looked at Ginny, whose eyes were opened in terror.
"Didn't you put the imperturbable charm", she mouthed more than she whispered.
"I did... maybe it lifted while..."
He tried to steady his voice before answering.
"Sorry Ron, what?"
"The light, you prat. Why did you light your wand for, when it's bright day? We heard you two mumble something, and light flooded the room. Pretty blinding, we didn't find it funny you know."
"Sorry", answered Ginny promptly, "Harry was showing me some different way to do magic, and I tried something with his wand. It's a really powerful one, I didn't expect such potency."
Harry was amazed of how Ginny could so perfectly lie while saying only truth. He silently kissed her neck. She smiled and spoke again, with a naughty smile.
"And don't complain, it's Harry and I who got the full blast. I can still see stars myself, actually."
Harry had to stifle a burst of laughter by crushing his head in the pillow, and she kissed him tenderly on the soft skin under his ear.
"Well, be careful, next time, all right? Better than lifting me by my ankle, but still I don't like that wake up call..." He kept on grumbling, and they could hear Hermione murmuring, probably to calm him down.
Ginny cuddled in Harry's arms, and whispered to his ear.
"That was really fantastic, Harry, thank you, my love."
"Well, thanks to you too. I'd never get enough of such feelings, you know. I love you so much, Gin'!"
"Give and you shall receive! For the love part, I think I saw it... but I don't get what happened... uncontrolled wandless magic, you reckon? It was mighty powerful, if it blasted your imperturbable charm. Seems lucky it shielded most of it, though."
"No, it's something else, I reckon. I heard there's a book about it, I might find it in the library."
Ginny's laughed and replied, in a mock Harry's voice.
"Er, Miss Granger, hand over your stack of Polyjuice Potion right this second and release Harry, if you please."
They couldn't help it, they roared with laughter. Ron voice, already annoyed before, came out definitely angry.
"Hey, would you please have some restraint? We're right here, don't forget, and I won't approve your antics much longer."
Ginny was unable to speak, still shaking in laughter. Harry mastered himself enough to answer.
"So, I shan't make her cry, and now I shan't laugh with her? Sorry, Gin', I'll make you life totally bland from now on, Ron's orders."
He was certain Ron was about to come thrashing in rage and grabbed his wand just in case, but it was Hermione's authoritative voice that came over the curtains.
"Come Ron. I'm hungry, let's go for some breakfast."
They heard him grumble a bit more, and then heard the door close.
Harry and Ginny spend a few more minutes cuddling and stretching, before starting to dress and getting out of the dormitory.
They made their way to the Great Hall, and Harry was a bit anxious about how Ron would great them. Ginny understood his concerned face, and squeezed his hand.
"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to him."
"No, Gin', he's my best friend, I want him to be fine with it, not... afraid to speak his mind". He glanced at her, she was feigning a vexed pout. "Are you meaning I'm a bully?"
"Not at all..", he answered ironically, putting his hand to the bruise he was still sporting on his cheek.
She giggled and pecked his injury. "Magic healing kiss, then."
"So, I'll have to speak to him... again." he sighed.
When they entered the Great Hall, though, they found a smiling Ron, conversing pleasantly with Hermione, Neville and Luna.
They came to sit next to them, Ron greeting them warmly, and turning back to his chatter with Neville.
Harry was taken aback by this sudden change of mood, and looked at Hermione.
"Cheering charm. Enjoy while it last..."
Harry nodded his thanks, and helped himself to breakfast dishes. He was properly starving, although he had eaten so much not so long ago. Apparently, sport with Ginny was energy consuming.
While Ginny was greeting Luna a few seats away, he spoke quickly to Hermione.
"About that book, Hermione..."
"Yes, I'll go and fetch just after breakfast. Don't worry."
"No, don't. I'll go. Can you give me the title and where I can find it? I'll go myself. Save you the trouble."
Hermione's eyebrow raised for a second, not believing a word of it, but told him where and what to look for. After thanking her, he turned to his plate, and enjoyed eggs, bacon, sausage, porridge, toasts, milk, coffee, pumpkin juice and tenth of other things, filling several times his plate to the edge of overflowing.
Hermione laughed.
"Are you trying to get in Ron's good will by beating him in a food eating contest? Or is it..." she turned and saw Ginny, who's plate was a mount of food too. She raised an eyebrow in a very understanding way and snorted.
"Different form of magic with your wand, huh? You could at least have put a charm so your privacy remained, well, private." Her tone was half scolding, half amused. Harry turned crimson when he answered "we did..."
Hermione mouth opened in a 'O' of surprised, and dropped the subject.
Harry couldn't though, this was a reminder of the discussion he needed to have with Ron. He stood and move to sit next to him and waited for him to finish his discussion with Seamus.
"Ron, about this morning, I think we need to talk."
"Right, that was not fun, but we're mate, you know it's fine."
"Yes, but please, hear me out. I love your sister, and its mutual."
"I know, isn't it great? Love and all, it's awesome."
"True. Now, I know you care about Ginny, but trust me, your brotherly concern ain't a fraction of how I care about her." He knew that he could speak his mind now. Ron would be forced to listen, the cheering charm meaning he would record his words, but he would not get angry and argue. Not now, at least. He then spoke the most openly he could.
"Ginny and I are going to love each other, no matter what you think, Ron. Eventually, we might end up doing thing's you'd be disapproving of."
He checked that Hermione was well out of earshot before going on. She was talking animatedly with Ginny a few seats away.
"Things you want and will do to and with Hermione, I hope for you two. Things all couples do, we won't be the exception. Eventually we may even have children."
Ron's face was no longer smiling. Harry thought that under normal conditions, he might be roaring in rage.
"It is our story now, Ron, and even though you're the best friend I have had and will ever have, this part can not be about you. You'll have to let it go. Look at her, Ron. Does she seem unhappy. Even more, with everything that happened, do you think she may not look sadder and distraught? We really make each other happy. She definitely make me feel great when, before she reached me yesterday, I was only sadness and misery. And I think I'm the reason she's able to smile right now, even with everything that happened, all the friends we lost."
He looked him in the eyes, and knew he would never have had the courage to tell his final sentence in front of a normal Ron.
"Your attitude is what makes her and I unhappy now, because it's like we have to chose: our relationship or your friendship. I beg you to let it go, if you really love her and if you truly value our friendship. You've got to let me protect her now, because you know I won't be the one who's going to hurt her. You know I love her to damn much, you know what I would do and did just for her to be fine."
Ron expressed a sad smile, and nodded. His gaze was down on his plate, his look a mix of guilt and sadness. Harry wondered what would have happened without the cheering charm. He patted Ron's shoulder, and stood up. He knew Ron would finally see things, hoping it wouldn't take too long, and reach him when he'd worked all this through.
Standing, he put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "We're going to try and make easier for you though. We'll cool it down when you're around, and try not to give you reasons to get angry. We'll keep it more private, I promise."
He walked to Ginny and Hermione.
"How did it go?" asked Hermione, worried.
"Fine, thanks to your charm. Will it still be when it's lifted is the real deal."
"Harry, I only cast a short-time charm. He might have worn about ten minutes ago, give or take."
Harry gasped. "So, that mean he was normal all along?"
"Maybe not at the beginning, but he definitely was for the last few minutes..."
Harry turned to Ron, who looked pretty down. "Damn. I was harsh with him, thinking he was still under the charm."
Ginny stood. "Come with me, I'll handle it. I've known my Ron for a while, now. It'll be okay."
They stepped back to him, and Ginny hugged him from behind. He put a hand on her forearm. He definitely looked miserable.
"I ruined it," he croaked."I lost a brother, and I'll make my sister run away from me, and my best friend too. I'm sorry, Ginny, but I am afraid to see you suffer, and I can't help myself. I'm jealous of you, cause I probably won't ever be happy myself."
A tear rolled along his long nose.
"Bro', we all lost a brother, maybe the greatest of us all. But you have a new one. You'll always have us, because we are family. Some people might one day no longer be your friends, but I will never stop being your sister. And Harry to be your brother."
Ron was struggling to keep his face right and not fall in tears. His voice shook, almost broke when he spoke.
"Yes. Your brother. The lonely uncle that everyone keeps inviting so he won't remain alone, cause he never has known love like you do."
*SLAP*. Ginny had released him, and with so much speed Harry had barely seen her move, she had hit him hard on the back on the head, nearly making him dive head first in his cereal bowl. He was taken so much aback his sorrow vanished at once.
"What is it with you boys, really? Do you need Harry's glasses to see her there? She IS your girlfriend, for crying out loud. She's been in love with you for as long as you've been in love with her, and she's been waiting for you all along even when you made her life misery. So you'd better go and cuddle a bit with her, and make sure you make HER happy."
Hermione, who had seen the head-slap, was moving toward them. Ginny bended and whispered in Ron's ear, who immediately turned crimson, with a mixed look of shame and surprise on his face. With a head move, Ginny pointed at the door. Ron stood, acting a bit like a zombie, and grabbed Hermione's hand.
"We'll meet you here in one hour," Ginny added. She looked at Hermione, winked, before adding "… and a half".
Harry smiled at her as they disappeared in the entrance hall.
"Ever thought about couple counselling? You'd do pretty well." He took a step back. "Between two trials for assault and injury, of course!"
She pulled a face, sticking her tongue out to him. Laughing, they exited the hall hands in hands, heading for the library.
While on their way, they met a lot of wizards they had never seen. Repairs on the castle had started. Some people where removing the debris, making them disappear. Other were lifting heavy stones that assembled themselves and filled the gaps in walls, floors, ceiling or staircases...
On the grounds outside, more people were working in many places. Some were putting new glass panes on the greenhouses, others filling the holes in the ground.
"Why aren't they simply using the Reparo spell?" wondered Ginny, "That would be much faster, wouldn't it?"
"No" answered Harry wisely. "It was curses that created the damage, many of them dark magic. Like George's ear, there's no possibility of just repairing. The parts that had been cursed has to be removed, and then it can be replaced with new elements."
With all the scars of the battle, Harry couldn't help but to think of his fallen friends. He pulled Ginny to him, sensing she had tensed too.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I never really gave you my condolences." She took a deep breath, and he felt a rush of heat flow between them.
"You did, when you avenged them all. It is really strange Harry."
"What do you mean?"
"This feeling I have when you're close to me. I don't know how to describe it, but it is like I can't feel bad."
"I feel it too. Reminds me of the dementors, actually."
She stared at him, apparently trying to make the connection.
"Any time they're near someone, they drain all thoughts of hope, joy. You forget the moments you were happy, because they are buried behind all the memories of bad things that happened to you, and you struggle to even remember there are buried in you somewhere."
She winced, surely remembering what she had felt and seen while the dementors had been near her in the train, a couple of years earlier.
"When I'm with you, Gin', it's like the exact opposite. I feel like any time I think of any of the bad, even terrible things that had happened, I can only think of the good things that happened too, that are now because of these bad moments."
"Yes. It's exactly like that. Every time I feel sorry for Fred, it's like a knife sunk in my flesh. And then, you're next to me, and I remember him laughing, I remember him lifting me and consoling me once, after Ron had been mean when we were kids."Her gaze went out of focus, a smile on her face. "I wonder what George had done to him at that same moment..."
"Before you were next to me, Gin', the only thing I could see was all of them lying in the Great Hall. I used to see Sirius fall again and again through that archway, and Dobby lying dead in my arms on the beach, the stars reflecting on his eyes. And I felt it was all because of me, that they all died so I could keep on living, people I care about sacrificing themselves, one after the other, just so my own life was spared, and it was so unfair."
"Harry, it's not true. It's what you-know-who said, but it was just another way of torturing you."
"Voldemort, Ginny. Or Tom Riddle. Speak his name, he's gone, never fear to say his name. It's true, it was a torture, but one he used because he saw it in me first.
Now I still have these images that will never leave me, but over this I see Tom Riddle's dead body, and I know all of this is only because of him. None shall have died if it weren't for him. I understand why they died, because I went that way myself, to be killed so others can live. I know now that they didn't die for me, they gave their lives because they knew itwas the only way they could make the world worth living in, for them and all the one they cared about."
He stopped his walk, pulled her face to give her a deep kiss.
Ginny had been listening to his every word, and it seemed to make sense to her, to reflect in her own feelings.
"Harry, I don't get it, however. Why is being with each other making us feel that way. If lovers could protect each others that way, why is Ron still so down? And mum, and all those couples?"
They had reached the library, and Harry was looking for the row Hermione had mention.
"Because, I reckon we are more than just lovers. I just don't love you, I need you, I can not be whole without you. There isn't a single second where you're not in my mind, one way or the other. And I reckon it's also the way you feel, isn't it?"
She didn't answer, but he nodded. He had found the book he was looking for, and pulled it from its shelf.
"Here it is." He put it on a desk and they sat in front of it. Scanning the index, he found the chapter Hermione had mentioned about soul mates. Both of them read at the same time. There was, although described in boring academic words, all the feelings they were sharing.
As they reached the part about sexual intercourses, they both stopped and, blushing widely, looked at each other.
"Well,", said Ginny in a laughing voice, "if that's true, it seems we should definitely not do that here... or anywhere near anyone for that matter, unless we can figure a much, much stronger privacy charm."
Harry resumed his reading.
'During our search for evidence of magic flowing out of the alleged soulmate lovers at moments of close intimacy, we found a report from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad where testifies of witnesses were close to what the alleged soul-mate lovers have reported. Here is a transcript of it, original copy can be found in annex 153.
*Accidental Magic Reversal Squad had been called on Tuesday 14 of October 1969 at the residence of Mr. Thomas XXXXX (name hidden), non magical male.
Squad Member Donald Remby was dispatched to attend the incident and here is his testimony.
"I arrived in the outskirts of XXXXX (name hidden) at 9.45 in the evening, for it had been reported to the department that several individuals had been hit by unknown magic. I had no more precisions when I apparated.
Mr. Thomas XXXXX (name hidden)'s residence is an apartment located on the second floor of a four story building, home to 26 others residents, 22 present at the time of the incident, aged ranging from 19 to 93. No magical people usually resides in that area.
At my arrival, I was invited in, and the individual welcomed me graciously.
I there met Mrs. Sonia XXXXX (name hidden), witch sister of Mr. Thomas XXXXX (name hidden), and her husband Tom. They were staying there for a few days while their own house was being treated for pixies infestation.
The non magical brother has full knowledge of magic, only non magical descent in a full magical family, and was present in the apartment at the time of the incident.
They described the incident as a form of uncontrolled wandless magic of which they were unaware of, that had happened during a sexual intercourse between the two spouses. Thomas XXXXX (name hidden), that had been in the kitchen at the time, witnessed a series of highly bright flashes of light, and said to have experienced a "physical pleasure he only felt during sexual intercourses."
He confided of it in his sister a few minutes afterwards, and she was the one who called the squad.
The lovers however could not explain how such a thing could have happened, due to the fact that they had used spells to make the room unreachable, soundproof and magicproof, especially to prevent such a thing. They acknowledged that it wasn't the first time they had produced this sort of uncontrolled wandless magic in similar situation.
I examined the two wands of the wizards present, that revealed that these three protective spells were performed through them at the time of the incident, but had not performed any other magic since.
No other signs of magic had been reported.
I went to visit all others inhabitants of the building, who all had experienced the incident in the same way. I performed on every non-magical a modification of the memory for a period of ten minutes before to after the incident, and removed any memory and sign of my visit.
After inquiry in the area, the incident was confined inside the building, though a few people had seen the flashes of light, but they had associated it with camera flashes. No memory charm was therefore required.
Mr. and Mrs. XXXXX (name hidden) have agreed of their own good will to follow me to the ministry to be heard by a member of the Improper Use of Magic Office."
No experts the squad interviewed could explain what spell could have been used, nor do any of them ever have heard of this sort of magical behaviour before.*
Following this report, it has been possible to find the couple in question. They never were involved in any other incident apart from this one. However, they told the researchers that magic flowing out of them was common during intercourses, but as they usually live in an isolated cottage, it had never caused troubles.
On this case, like on the others, both lovers claimed to never have had any other sexual partner, and therefore could not tell if this would happen with others.'
Ginny had finished a bit earlier than Harry and was watching him when he turned back to look at her.
"So," she asked him, "you reckon that this is what happened to us?"
"Maybe. I don't know much, as they say, maybe it is just us not able to control our magic at that time. Like when I was so angry I made Aunt Marge blow like a giant balloon."
"Do you think we really are soul mates? That we share this 'aura of love'?" Ginny was looking troubled.
"If it exists, why not. What I feel, anyway, is that I need you as much as I need my wand or the air I breathe."
Ginny smiled and tenderly kissed his cheek. He reached where she had, and felt his skin. His bruise had gone. It was, once more, something that had been claimed by some people of the book: their lover could make them heal, even when anything else had failed.
However, one question remained in Harry's mind.
"If we really are soul mates, how come it took me years to have feelings for you? How come I was attracted to Cho and not you in the first place then? Why not love at first sight, if we really were only destined to be with each other? "
She took her time to consider his question. Then, a small smile spread on her lips, as realization seemed to struck her.
"At first, you know how shy I was with you. I only was that little girl, who had an oversized admiration for a famous boy she didn't even knew. I was in love with an image of you, like people who love a superstar they wouldn't even have noticed without the fame. But I was only a little girl. When I first saw you in King Cross station, I acted like any girl who might meet a celebrity. And then, the summer after, you came, and what I felt was so much different, I didn't understand what it was. Took me a while to understand it was I loved you for real.
My soul then knew it might be you, because you had faced challenges, had to face choices like an adult, and by doing so turned from innocent child into a grown up boy, almost a man. It wasn't reciprocal, because your soul was looking for the soul of grown up."
"You faced challenges in your first year too." Harry remembered out-loud. "Why then didn't I see you at the end of that year?"
"Because I dealt with it like a child, all along. When I realised I was the cause of something gone wrong, I hid it at first, I tried to run from it. I never chose to face what happened to me, like you did. I was a child, and kept acting like one."
All of this made sense to Harry, but he still didn't understand how his attraction to Cho fitted into all this, so he expressed that thought.
Ginny smiled.
"Not many people ever find their soulmate, do they? It is really rare," she added, putting her forefinger on the book, "otherwise this wouldn't exist. So people go for other feelings, for people that makes them feel good, like really good friends. You're closer to Hermione than with anyone else, but you are not attracted to her, even if she's bright, funny, good looking even."
Harry didn't get it.
"True, but then why Cho and not her?"
"Because Cho is probably better looking to your eyes, more accomplished in a few areas you consider closer to your own skills. She's a seeker too, a good one that gave you a run for your money. So you gave her a try. Fruitless, because apart from that she wasn't that close to you."
Harry finally started to understand.
"And then you fought with us at the ministry."
"Yes. I confronted fear and danger, and for the first I made choices in full knowledge of the causes and possible consequences. I faced death, understood it, and still went for the fight with everything I could."
Finally, Harry understood why is feelings had changed, all of a sudden. That's when he first felt the beast in his chest.
"And then I fought against myself for a while." He understood the struggle that had taken place in his head. "Soul against reason." he voiced.
"Reason's a bitch sometimes!" she said, pecking his cheek softly.
Harry pulled her to him, and he put his forehead on hers "Love of your life, then... fine by me, definitely!"
She laughed, and kissed him.
A harsh voice resonated behind them, making them jump. "This is no place for such a behaviour. Out, the two of you, out, right this second!"
Harry turned, and Madam Pince was standing, her mouth thin in disapproval. As she recognized him, her face flashed surprise for an instant.
"Oh... sorry, Mr Potter. I didn't expect you here." She seemed torn between all the rules by which she lived and breathe in this room and some reluctance to tell off the hero that saved not only the wizarding world, but also her precious library.
"I'm sorry, we shouldn't have. We'll have to go, anyway." He turned to Ginny. "Do you want to take the book with you?"
"Nah... We know enough from that chapter to avoid a few troubles. The rest I'd like to find out along the way."
"My thoughts exactly!"
He put the book back on its shelves, and they headed back to the Great Hall, where Ron and Hermione would be joining them.
Ginny went to see some friends, and Harry headed for the teachers table. The headmaster's chair was empty, and Professor McGonagall was seating in her usual seat on its right. He headed toward her.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter. You'll be glad to hear that every one you wanted here tonight had agreed to come. Many expressed their gratitude in your thinking of them, some even their... amazement."
"They all deserve it!"
"They do. So, it is settled for eight this evening, after dinner. Your offer to meet Kingsley afterwards had been gratefully taken as well." She handed Harry a small scroll of parchment.
Bearing the official Minister for magic seal, it was only a quick note.
"Minerva,
Thank you for passing my request along. I will be there at eight, although I regret I must decline your offer to join you and your staff for dinner. I would gladly take the opportunity to meet Harry after the meeting, alone if he does agree. This idea is great, for I don't know how I am supposed to manage to do everything I'm supposed to. I may end blaming Harry and his friends for the destruction of all the ministry time-turners!
Se you tonight.
Kingsley."
Harry smiled and handed her the parchment.
"Do you know when you will be going to Professor Dumbledore's tomb?" she asked in an undertone.
"In a few minutes, I guess. I am only waiting for Ron and Hermione, and we'll go."
"Fine, I'll speak with the workers, so that they won't come near that area for the rest of the morning. Also, what about your task?"
"Going well, I'll have it dealt with by lunch time too. Is there anything I could do to help this afternoon?"
"Not really, but thank you for offering. I may call for you if necessary." She smiled, and he understood his dismissal.
Harry returned to the table to find Ginny, just as Hermione and Ron appeared at the door of the Great Hall and coming to meet him.
Both of them had wet hair, they apparently just came out of the shower, and seemed to have greatly enjoyed their time together.
"All right, you too?" Ron asked, his voice trying to sound casual.
"Good," Harry answered. "Cheerful again?"
"Yep, Hermione's magic at work again." He grinned, and Hermione blushed.
Ginny quickly interrupted before he could say anything else.
"Don't need the details, thank you very much. So, Harry, you said there was somewhere we should go when they came back. So shall we?"
Together, they exited the castle. The day was getting warm, with a bright sun and no clouds. Everything was quiet. The lawns, however, still bore many signs of the battle. Small craters remained where spells had exploded. Rocks, stones and a thin layer of white dust from the blown up castle's walls littered the grass. Here and there, patches of red indicated where fighters were injured or even died, and arrows were still stuck in the ground. On the edge of the forest, a few trees laid uprooted.
They slowly walked to the edge of the lake. In the water, two statues and a coat of armour were lying, dismembered, between the algae.
At last, they reached the tomb of Dumbledore. The white marble stone that had been cracked had been quickly repaired in the few weeks since Voldemort had breached through. Harry turned and looked around. He could see no one, and the Castle was far, so he would not be seen from a window.
He pulled his wand, and pointed it at the stone. Ginny, not aware of the real reason they had come, grabbed his arm.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Her voice was really anxious.
"It's okay, Ginny," replied Hermione, soothingly. "It's Harry's last task. It has to be done."
Ron frowned. "I still think it's mental to let it go Harry, you know." At a look from Hermione, he shrugged and started helping Harry.
The stone lifted slowly, and they put it carefully down next to the hole. Harry reached inside his robes for the elder wand. He felt Ginny's eyes on him, and felt he owed her an explanation.
"This wand is a fabulous magical artefact, known as the Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, the Death Stick, the Unbeatable Wand, many other names too, probably. Many people spent their life looking for it, for it is supposed to give it's owner more power. Some also look for it because it is part of the Deathly Hallows, three highly magical objects that are supposed to render the one who possess all three of them master of death.
You know the story of the Three Brothers. It all come from there.
My cape of invisibility is the second object. And, for a few moments, I also had the Resurrection Stone, that I used to help me go and meet Voldemort in the forest so he could kill me."
Ginny's eyes were wide.
"Don't worry, Gin'. We'll take time to explain everything to you this afternoon. We'll need to discuss what should be said and what may remain secret till the day we die."
She nodded in agreement, and Harry lowered himself over the hole. With his wand, he opened the wrapping around Dumbledore's body. Dumbledore's body was lying there, exactly like he had seen him through Voldemort's eyes.
Harry couldn't help it, he had to speak to him, to let go of the unease he felt at being there, violating his mentor's tomb.
"I did it. It was hard, as you expected it, but you had me well prepared, much more than I knew. I'm sorry I couldn't prevent him from stealing the wand, but I could now return it to you. Please try and hold to it a bit better from now on, would you?"
He lifted the stone cold hands, and put the wand back under them. He looked one last time at the old face now looking peaceful, the long crooked nose and the long beard. As he had done at the foot of the astronomy tower, he rearranged his half-moon glasses, before stepping out of the grave.
Slowly, he ran his wand along the tear in the wrapping, making it resew itself. He then lifted the tombstone, and replaced it carefully.
Hermione took a step forward, her wand raised, and murmured an incantation, that lasted a very long time. She didn't wait to explain herself once she finished.
"He could be safe, now. If anyone try and breach his tomb again, they won't be able to see anything in the grave."
Harry smiled his appreciation. All of them looked grave, and he stretched his hands to them.
For a long time, they stood there in silence, thinking about the extraordinary journey that finally came to an end.
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