Harry Potter and the Daughter of War | By : Ashura Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 3642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: Graphic descriptions, nothing too
serious. You all should kill me right
now, since I forgot I still had this on aff.net. I think it was because it went down for so
long. Oh well, at least I made chapter 5
before that happened! So here it is, as
promised, the end of the bloody cliffhanger!
Also, I know there are A LOT of mistakes in previous
chapters. I’ll work on that when I can.
Harry Potter and the Daughter of War
By Ashura
Chapter Five: Aftermath
“Well?” Ron asked when they all huddled together, “Don’t
keep us in suspense here!”
“Well…” she began, taking a deep breath, “I was looking
around to find out information on R.A.B., but I couldn’t find anything about
that. Then I started to look at
information for the four founders, to see if I could find any items that
belonged to them that still existed.”
“I take it you did?” asked Harry, immediately liking where
Hermione was taking this.”
She smiled and continued, “Yes, I did. But no specific details,” she said with a
sigh, “See, the founders each had one object they treasured above all
else. And each of them hid it somewhere
within Hogwarts.”
“Oh, that’s just great!” exclaimed Ron, “So now we have to
go on a bloody scavenger hunt at school?!”
“It’s not any different than searching the globe for the
two remaining objects and a locket, is it?” Hermione shot back.
“Yeah, but I bet it’s hidden so that only a true member of
the house can find it, right?”
“Not necessarily, Ron.
What if…”
“He’s got a point, though Hermione,” Harry agreed, “If I
was them, I would have, too. We can’t
just ask the Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs
to give us a tour of their dorms.”
“Yes, but we do have someone that can do it for us,” said
Hermione, beaming.
“Who’s that?” asked Ron, confused at why Hermione was giving
him such an angry look.
“Luna, of course! Have you forgotten she’s a Ravenclaw?”
“Ohhh!” he said, only now
remembering, “I forgot about her!”
“You inconsiderate prat!” she
yelled at him, “I can’t believe you…”
Harry rolled his eyes and backed off a little from
them. He wasn’t in the mood for another
one of their senseless rows. He tried to
block them out of his head, and started to think about what they had just went over.
The items were at Hogwarts. Great. No matter how much he tried to leave
Hogwarts, there seemed to always be something to pull him back in. But it might just be in vain, after all. Voldemort already had gotten a Slytherin item, and Harry guessed the Gryffindor sword was
the item hidden in Hogwarts. And
Voldemort already had the cup hidden elsewhere.
That left Ravenclaw.
He thought about using Luna to get it, as Hermione
suggested, but he doubted even that would work.
Somehow Luna just didn’t seem Ravenclaw enough
to pull it off, whatever “it” was. They
needed a plan “B,” just in case she wasn’t able to do it.
Then he thought of Cho, which
made him shudder just thinking about it.
But she was in Ravenclaw…
No. It wouldn’t
work. She was too embarrassed to look at
him now, and he didn’t quite trust her after that incident with Maria. The only Ravenclaw
he could think of at the moment was Padma, Parvati’s sister, but since her sister was Gryffindor, he
didn’t know just how Ravenclaw Padma
really was.
Perhaps someone else he knew had a friend who was
Gryffindor. Ginny, after all, hung out
with different people than he, Ron, and Hermione. Maybe she knew someone else besides Luna who…
He looked around the streets, searching for her. But to his surprise, she could not be
found. But she was just there with
them! She had gone to meet Luna…
He saw her run to meet a girl that looked like Luna to
him, but they had not returned. She had
gone awfully far to meet her, too…
“Hey Ron, have you seen Ginny?” Harry asked him
frantically, but Ron shook his head.
“I thought she was going to meet Luna,” he said, “You
don’t think she’s…”
“She’s not back yet,” Harry stated, looking around the
streets worriedly, “She might be…”
“No!” Hermione cried, “She just has to be around
here! Ginny!”
“Ginny!” shouted Ron down the streets. Harry and Hermione continued to do the
same. But there was no answer. Only the empty sounds of people shopping.
They searched every shop they could think of. Even the Leaky Cauldron. Harry once thought he saw her, but it was
just another normal redhead. Other than
that, there was no sign of Ginny anywhere.
“Where could she be?” asked a frantic and worried
Hermione, “I’ve looked everywhere!”
“I think I’ve seen every inch of Diagon
Alley now,” said Ron, “But my sister’s not here.”
“M-Maybe she’s somewhere else,” said Hermione, “like
another alley, or…”
“Either way, she’ll be alive,” said Harry, trying to make
sense of the situation without going completely insane over worrying, “The only
reason the Death Eaters would want her is to get to me. They’ll keep her alive for as long as
possible.”
“But if they have got her,” said Ron, trying the same
thing, “Wouldn’t they have sent you a ransom or something?”
“Just what are you kids talking about?” asked Mr. Weasley,
“you kids are really starting to worry your mom and I,
not to mention Hagrid.”
“Just what do you think you’ve been doing?!” yelled an
angry Mrs. Weasley, “Running all over Diagon Alley
like a couple of 5 year-olds!”
“Well, you see…” said Ron, trying to come up with an
excuse.
“We thought we saw Malfoy,”
Harry said immediately, “I’m sorry I got Ron and Hermione into it, but I
couldn’t stop myself from…”
“It’s okay, Harry,” said Mrs.
Weasley, patting him on the shoulder, “We know.
Now, come on, let’s go. If you
can chase Death Eaters around, you must have gotten your books already. Now where’s your sister?”
“Ummm…”
Before anyone could think of an excuse to give her, they
heard a loud explosion in the distance.
They snapped their heads towards the direction of the blast. Harry could see smoke rising up rapidly, not
too far from where they were standing.
“Harry, you don’t think…”
But Harry didn’t have time to answer Hermione and raced
past them towards the source of the explosion.
He didn’t know where he was going, but the smell of smoke was getting
stronger, so he knew he must be close.
The sky was getting darker, and he suddenly felt very cold. The streets seemed familiar somehow, like
he’d been here before, but…
It wasn’t until he came across a battered torn away sign
of a shop that he realized where he was: Knockturn
Alley.
At that moment, several screams suddenly knocked him out
of his shock. He noticed Ron and
Hermione were catching up to him, but he had no time to wait. He sprinted onward, the screams settling in a
dark place in the pit of his stomach. He
had a bad feeling about this…
And then, he left the dark, narrow streets to come across
a clearing. He stopped suddenly, and
felt Ron and Hermione bump into him.
“Hey Harry, why did you—” Ron began to ask, but found out
his answer already.
Harry’s
eyes widened. The once dark, gloomy streets of Knockturn
Alley were now glowing in red and yellow flames. Everywhere he looked he
could see people either wounded or dead. Most of them
dead. Bodies were thrown up in unusual and haunting positions that
he knew would be in his nightmares for years. Limbs were lying on the
ground, some of them still burning. A head of an unknown person rolled past Harry's feet, but he quickly turned his head away. Could Death Eaters really do all
this?
He hopefully looked around for some form of life, hoping
someone could tell him what had happened.
Aurors were already hard at work doing the
late cleanup. He wondered if they found
anything worth…
Then he saw it.
Lying in a pile of rubble across the clearing was a pile of red hair
that looked unmistakably like…
“Ginny!” he yelled and raced over to the spot. He madly began tearing off pieces of metal,
wood, and who knows what else off of her, before he finally unearthed Ginny
from the debris.
“Oh no…” Hermione cried, and it was obvious why. She was in pretty bad shape. There were deep cuts and bruises all over her
body, small shards of glass still jabbed in them. Her clothes were ripped and torn badly, her
breasts slightly exposed to his eyes, but he ignored it. Her arm and a third of her chest was covered
in blood, thought it didn’t seem like she was bleeding any, though he noticed
her hand was bleeding severely. She was
bleeding slightly at the back of her head though, and Harry immediately cried
for a doctor.
Finally, one came, and called for a stretcher to put her
on. They told Harry she should be fine,
that it was only a blow to the head and several cut wounds, that they could
have her back to normal if she didn’t suffer any lasting brain damage, but it
wasn’t the blow to the head that worried Harry.
All of those injuries seemed like she was tortured. Like they beat her until they…
He turned his head away, afraid to look at her now. It was all his
fault. Because he was in love with her,
the Death Eaters decided to have a bit of “fun” before they held her as
ransom. But what was that explosion,
then? What on earth really happened…
“Hey, I found something!” exclaimed one of the Aurors, and pulled from the wreckage the limp body of Luna Lovegood.
She only had minor injuries, a few cuts from fallen debri, nothing more.
But no matter how much they tried, she would not wake up.
“Look at the spell remnants on the walls,”
Harry heard an auror whisper to another, “It’s almost
like…”
“Yes, there’s no mistaken it. It’s the killing curse.”
“What?!” shouted Harry, not caring if they knew he had
overheard them, “You’re saying Ginny’s dead?!”
“Calm down, lad.
Now, who’s Ginny?”
“The redhead girl who just…”
“Oh, no.
She’s fine,” said the doctor next to him, “But the blonde…”
“Luna?”
“Yes, I’m afraid she might have been hit. I’m sorry for your…”
But Harry wasn’t listening. He just stood there, trying to take all of
this in. He couldn’t believe it. Another one of his friends had fallen. Cedric. Sirius. Dumbledor. And
now Luna. It seemed everyone
around him died. And
all because he hadn’t been there to save them. It was all his
fault. All of his…
“Hey! You there,
kid?”
“Huh? Sorry, I…”
“I asked if you wanted to accompany the two girls to St. Mungo’s.”
“Um, yeah. Thank you.”
The ride to the hospital seemed long and quiet. Ron sat with Hermione muttering how he should
have done this, or done that. Harry
wasn’t listening. All he could hear was
his own conscience ranting on how he shouldn’t have even wanted love; that he
should have known nothing good would come out of it.
Would have. Should have. None of that mattered. The present and future did, and Harry knew
that as long as he still felt the way he did about Ginny, she would only
continue to get hurt. Somehow, at least
until Voldemort was defeated, he had to not care about her at all. It was the only way.
Ginny was rushed to extensive care, and Harry and the
others weren’t allowed to watch, so they decided to see Luna instead. Though she was hit with the Avada Kedavra
curse, there was too much confusion back at Diagon
Alley to figure out what to do with her, so for now she stayed in a bed in some other room.
That could have been Ginny. The thought repeatedly went through Harry’s
mind as he stared down at Luna’s lifeless body.
He couldn’t look away. He felt he
needed to see this. He had always
avoided seeing the dead after they died.
He tried to forget Cedric. He
never saw Sirius’s body afterwards. He
let Dumbledore lie in his coffin. No, he
thought. This time he would force
himself to look. He needed to see the
reality of what might come.
“And I always made fun of her. I still called her “Loony, even when…”
“I know, I know. I
was always calling her weird, too. Ginny
was the only one who…”
Ron and Hermione continued to mourn the dead and injured,
but Harry found no words coming out of his mouth. Not a single tear fled down his face. He just stared down at Luna. This was war.
There would be casualties. Shame
it had to be Luna.
Beep.
Harry snapped out of his stupor. What was that noise?
Beep……….Beep.
There it was again.
That sound, familiar somehow…
Beep………. Beep…..Beep….Beep…Beep.
He looked up towards the contraptions hooked to Luna’s
body. He didn’t know why the doctors put
them there, since she was dead. But the
machine that measured her heart rate was…beeping.
“Hermione, Luna’s…”
“ALIVE! She’s
alive! Oh my god!”
The doctors, hearing the noise, immediately rushed
in. Sure enough, Luna’s heart rate was
returning to normal. Her eyes flickered
a bit before she finally opened them and gave a small yawn.
“Is Ginny alright?” she asked them.
“She got pretty worked up, but she’s fine,” said Ron.
“But you looked like you were hit with the Killing
Curse,” said Hermione, “How in the world did you—“
Luna went quiet for a second, and Hermione thought she had
forgotten the question when she looked back up and said, “He missed me.”
“But your coma—“
“The curse was very big.
It hit the ground, but I guess it was so strong it knocked me and Ginny
backwards and I fainted, or something…”
“that could explain her head
injuries,” said one of the doctors, “and the rest of her wounds might be from
fallen debris. She could have landed on
top of you and so you weren’t hit with the rubble.”
“Yes,” she agreed, “That must have been what happened.”
Just then, Harry felt someone push him aside and soon
found himself shoved out of the room by a horde of Aurors. Immediately, they began to ask Luna questions
about the attack, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were unable to listen in.
“I don’t think that’s what happened,” said Hermione, “How
could she have got into a coma just from hitting her head?”
“Maybe the curse killed her temporarily since it didn’t
really hit her,” said Ron, “Who knows?
We weren’t there.”
“I don’t think so,” Harry muttered half to himself, “She
looked like she had to think a bit before answering.”
“You mean she was hiding the truth? Why?”
“Dunno. Maybe we should ask Ginny what really
happened then.”
“Yeah, good idea.”
It took a few days before Ginny woke up. First thing she said was, “Bloody hell, it
hurts!” so they had to wait another day before she got over the stinging pain.
“I don’t know what happened,” she told them when they
asked her, “I remember the Death Eater pointing his wand at me…”
“At you?
But Luna was—“
“Yeah, it was the one I dueled at Hogwarts where you came
in and took care of him for me,” she told them, “Apparently he didn’t like
that, so he cast the curse on me, but Luna shoved me out of the way and she
got…”
“LUNA!” she cried, “She got hit! Is she alright, I…”
But then she froze up and clutched her head violently,
screaming in pain. Harry and Ron tried
to calm her down, but it was no use. The
pain was too great, it was filling her up.
“F-fire…burning…burning it all…bodies…everywhere…stop…”
“Ginny! Snap out of
it! Ginny!”
Harry cried, but Ginny was too lost for his words. She couldn’t stop what was happening. The room seemed like a haze, distant memories
she didn’t know she had came back to her, and then all went black again.
But not for long. She woke up a minute later, perfectly fine
once again.
“I’m sorry. That
was really weird.”
“Yeah.
What happened?”
“I dunno. All I could see was fire and a lot of
screaming…”
“You must have witnessed what happened, then!” exclaimed
Hermione, “Can you…”
“No. I don’t
remember. But is Luna alright? Is she…”
“I’m fine, Ginny,” she said, sitting in a corner next to
her, “He missed, actually,” she told her, and winked at Ginny, who nodded.
“I’m glad,” she said, “I’m sorry I can’t remember what
happened. I’m guessing something did
happen, then?”
“40 dead, 12 wounded,” Harry heard an auror
whisper behind him, “30 of the dead were Death Eaters, and 8 were wounded Death
Eaters, at least those we recovered.”
“We’re guessing there were a few that managed to get away
with minor injuries, but we can’t be sure,” said another, “But it’s weird that
they would attack each other like that.”
“Perhaps there’s a breaking in the ranks,” the other one
wondered aloud, “A secret group against You-Know-Who?”
“Maybe it’s not a secret Death Eater group,” Harry said
without thinking, “Maybe someone out there is fighting them.”
The two aurors spun around,
shocked to discover that their seemingly private conversation had been
heard. But when they saw it was Harry,
they relaxed a bit.
“Yes, that is a possibility, but think about it,” the
first said to him, “What decent wizard would destroy an entire section of Diagon and Knockturn Alley while
killing both Death Eaters and civilians alike?”
“Maybe it was an accident,” Harry argued, “You never know
with magic. Sometimes when I fought
Voldemort, weird stuff happened that I couldn’t deal with then.”
The Aurors winced at Voldemort’s name, but still took in what Harry said. They nodded a bit before answering, “You could
be right, but we should consider every scenario.”
“Either way, it could turn out to be a good thing. If Death Eaters are splitting, we could ally
with that group for the time being and destroy You-Know-Who from within,” said
the second, “And if it’s a different group, we would have a strong ally
nonetheless.”
“You’d want to join forces with a madman?” questioned
Harry, “Since when did it become okay to kill innocent people for a handful of
Death Eaters?”
The two of them laughed, and shook their heads at Harry,
“My boy, a lot of stuff has happened with these two ministers. You learn not to care that much very
quickly.”
“Besides, we would make sure they are controlled,” he
reassured Harry, “We not that apathetic.”
The two Aurors smiled at Harry
and patted him on the shoulder, “You ever thought of being an auror, Potter? You
seem to have the mind for it.”
Harry’s heart suddenly lifted. This was just what he needed.
“Actually, yes,” Harry told them excitedly, “I was hoping
to receive Auror training when I graduated from
Hogwarts.”
“Is that so? Well,”
he laughed and poked Harry in the arm, “just build on those muscles a bit and
I’m sure you’ll get in.”
“Muscles?” questioned Harry, “Why would I need muscles if
I use magic?”
They laughed again, but for some reason it didn’t seem
like they were laughing at him…much.
“You’ve got to be fit in our field. You never know what Death Eaters will throw
at you. Sometimes your wand just isn’t
enough to—”
“Sir!
One of the Death Eaters is awake!” a man shouted in the doorway, “We’re
awaiting your orders on the questioning.”
“Excellent, just what we need. Why don’t you join us, Potter? Might give you some taste as to what you
should expect.”
“I really couldn’t—”
“Nonesense, you’d just watch,
okay?”
With a nod, Harry was lead by the head Auror
down the hallways of St. Mungo’s to a small room at
the end. On the bed, he saw a man with
burns all over his body, being treated constantly by two nurses. He guessed they were using a spell to block
the pain, for he couldn’t see how he would be able to talk otherwise.
“Your name, if you please?”
“******, *****,” the man croaked out.
“Good, now can you tell us what happened early this
morning?”
“N-no.”
“Pardon?”
“I cannot. See, I
cannot remember what happened. I’ve
tried, believe me.”
“If you are lying, I have ventrilism
right here in my pocket.”
“It’s not necessary—ah!” he cried, for the pain now seemed
to be too much for him and he screamed in agony. The nurses tried to calm him down and
strengthen the spells, but it didn’t seem to be working.
“Can’t you do anything?”
“I’m sorry, sir. He
has internal injuries, and we were waiting for the doctor, but he hasn’t come
yet. I—”
but before they could try anything
else, the man stopped screaming and fell back onto the bed. Harry heard that horrible sound of a loud,
constant beep.
“Dead.
Pity. He
was our last shot, too.”
“What do you mean?” asked Harry, “Didn’t you say there
were 12 wounded?”
“Yes,” he said, “but the results were the same as this
one. Memory wiped clean.”
“Ginny seems to be like that, too,” said Harry, “she said
something about fire, and a lot of screaming.”
“Hers must have been a bit rushed, then,” the second Auror said, “Still, I doubt she remembers much else.”
“Not entirely. It
might still be there, somewhere,” the leader disagreed, “but she won’t remember
it now. She might later, though. I’d keep an eye on her, Harry. Let us know if you find anything. Name’s *****,*****. Your owl’ll find
me.”
“I’ll tell you if there’s anything,” Harry said, and left
the two Aurors with their “witness” and left to join
Ginny and the others once again.
A/N: There, no cliffhangers here! Next chapter’ll be
Hogwarts, or at least the train ride. I dunno, I’ll have it when I write
it! Read/Review please!
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