Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Harry Potter and the Daughter of War	By : Ashura Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 3641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its
characters. JKR, WB, and a whole bunch
of other people do, but NOT ME! Warning:
Spoilers for HBP ahead!!! I will only post this
disclaimer again for when new warnings are needed.

Unfortunately, this chapter does not have a lemon scene
nor will it have one until much later.
This edition of the story is just the original version of my cut-up,
rated PG-13 story in fanfiction.net. So
please don�t flame me saying, �where the bloody hell is all the sex?� This isn�t that kind of story. Yes, I know that most HP fics on this site
have lots of sex and very weird pairings.
Sorry, but this aint one of them.

Harry Potter & the Daughter of War

By Ashura

Chapter One: Regretful Decisions

It was an ordinary day on Number
Four, Pivet Drive. The mailman delivered
the paper just like any day. Breakfast
was served without a moment�s delay. The
TV blared the morning news, occasionally reporting that someone had been killed
by unknown means.

But for one Harry Potter, today
was nothing in the ordinary whatsoever.
Today was the beginning of the end: his birthday. Normally, he would celebrate his birthday as
much as he could, preferably at the Weasley�s, but not this birthday. Today he was seventeen, which meant several
things.

But the only thing that was on his
mind was the spell that had just been lifted.
Now he was no longer safe anywhere.
Voldemort could drop on by right now and kill him if he wanted. This was why he was prepared to draw his wand
at any time, listing the number of jinxes and hexes he could use.

Most people would be scared out of
their minds right now, expecting Voldemort to arrive at their doorstep. But for harry, he was surprised to not find
any trace of fear in him. It was a weird
feeling, really. He guessed it was
because of the prophecy, knowing he would have to face him. Right now, he wasn�t thinking about if he
could do it, but how he would go about it, and he had several ideas in his mind
at the moment.

One more special occurrence was to
happen this day besides the chance of his most hated enemy. Arthur Weasley was going to be stopping by to
get Harry his Apparating license. This
Harry looked forward to with great enthusiasm.
He had apparated a couple times, and felt confident he could do it
again.

Also, he could now perform magic
whenever he wanted, which he was thankful of should Voldemort or any other
Death Eaters should arrive, though Harry knew he need not fear Death
Eaters. All of Voldemort�s servants were
not to kill Harry, saving him for Voldemort.
Unfortunately, they would probably be used to get to Harry�s friends.

Or even worse, Ginny. Harry shook his head when her name popped
up. He refused to show any affection
towards her until Voldemort was killed.
If he did, and Voldemort found out, she�d be top of his list. He knew he couldn�t do anything for Ron and
Hermione�s status, but at least he could keep Ginny out of it. It was her only chance.

Though when he thought about it,
if anyone could put up with a horde of Death Eaters, it was her. Her dueling skills were second only to him,
as far as he knew. But the fear that she
could end up dead haunted him more.
Losing Dumbledore was bad enough as it was.

He frowned at the thought. Thinking of Dumbledore, or Sirius for that matter,
didn�t bring sadness to his heart anymore.
It only reminded him of what he must do to keep that from happening
again. To anyone else. He would fight Voldemort until one of them
lay dead.

How to kill him though? The thought still lingered in his mind since
Dumbledore�s death. After he found the
four Horcruxes, then what? How would he
kill Voldemort? He refused to use Avada Kedavra. For some reason, he wouldn�t stoop that
low. But Harry wasn�t above using
Crutiatus, as he discovered when he fought Snape. And, though it would have cost him a life
sentence in Azkaban, he would have loved to have succeeded back then.

He would have to control
himself. Remain pure, as Dumbledore had
told him. It was his only weapon against
Voldemort. Love was another, but Harry
could not figure out how to use that to his advantage. He searched through his spell books over the
summer, determined to find a spell like that.
But he could find none.

It was then that he noticed the
black Ministry of Magic car pulling up into the driveway, and realized Mr.
Weasley had arrived.

�Hello Harry. You packed?�

Harry nodded, and he and Mr.
Weasley collected his only belongings and placed them into the trunk of his
car. He stayed silent the entire time,
lost in thought of how he was to leave what was his only protection.

He turned around to get one last
look at it. Soon he was to leave the
house he had lived in for ten years and seven years each summer. The house where he was treated like scum, a
freak. And now, he felt as if he might
miss his cupboard under the stairs.

�You�re not coming back, right?�
said Uncle Dursley, standing in front of the house, Aunt Petunia and Dudley
behind him, �You�re gone for good this time?�

�Yes,� said Harry quietly,
�This�ll probably be the last time I ever see you again.� He flashed a smile towards them. He half hoped for at least a goodbye, a nice
farewell for a change.

�Good,� he said hotly, �It�s about
bloody time! Now get out of my house!�

Harry chuckled under his
breath. He should never have expected
anything less. At the very least, he
would be able to remember his uncle as he always had: a sack of hot air.

He turned his back on them and
climbed into the Ministry of Magic car, almost certain he heard a quiet, �See
ya,� from Dudley.
Harry smiled. Well, at least one
of them had manners.

�How does it feel to be out of
there, Harry?� he heard Mr. Weasley ask him when they drove a distance, �Being
of-age and all?�

Harry shrugged his shoulders, �I
don�t know. It�s okay, I guess.� Which was kind of true, in a sense. Being of-age didn�t really feel any different
to him. He still had magic, he still had
the same destiny. All it meant was he
could do magic any time he wanted and, as soon as he got his license, apparate.

�Yeah, I know what you mean. Didn�t feel any different for me, either,�
Mr. Weasley said to him, though Harry was only half-listening. �But for some people, it means a great deal. I know Ron�s been enjoying his freedom. He�s been giving us a hard time with giving
payback to Fred & George.�

Harry chuckled. Ron had been waiting for this for a long
time. He could only imagine what he was
unleashing upon the twins. Actually, he couldn�t. He didn�t exactly remember Ron ever using
spells the twins didn�t know.

�Hermione�s been using magic
constantly,� Mr. Weasley continued, �Mostly cleaning up Ron�s messes.�

Harry couldn�t stifle a laugh at
this. He silently hoped Ron and Hermione
were getting along well; though Dumbledore�s death had brought them closer,
their friendship was still a bit rocky.
He hoped that Hermione wasn�t cleaning his messes so much that it made
Ron a tad jealous.

�I, um, heard you and Ginny hooked
up recently, from what Ron�s told me,� he said from out of nowhere, �Is that
true?�

This question took Harry by
surprise so much, he was not able to answer it.
In the back of his mind, Harry despised Mr. Weasley for asking that, but
he knew he shouldn�t. after all, how was
he to know that all Harry could think about all summer was how he wished he
could take back everything he said to Ginny at the funeral. And yet he knew he could not.

But this was a dilemma. He forgot that he never did tell Ron that he
and Ginny broke up. He didn�t know why,
though. Maybe he was afraid of what Ron
might say. But Harry supposed he just
didn�t want to accept it himself. After
all, he wanted nothing more than to be with her.

�Um, Mr. Wealsey, I�� he had to
say something to him, but found he just couldn�t seem to form any words.

�It�s okay, Harry,� Mr. Weasley
said calmly, �I have no problem with it.
I�d rather it be you, anyways.
Just make sure you don�t leave her like those other two. She may not look it, but Ginny�s very
emotional. I supposed you may have
noticed in your second year, but too much stress causes Ginny to, well,
snap. It�s not very pretty. She becomes an entirely different
person. It took two years before she
finally got over that Chamber of Secrets incident.�

Yes, he did notice. And just now he realized how she took the
situation rather well, but inside he could tell she was hurt. It was him.
He broke her that day, by breaking up with her. He thought she was just accepting, but he didn�t
think she�d�

�She�s been like that lately,� he
continued, �I think Dumbledore�s death did something to her. She stays in her room all day, and keeps to
herself. Not even Hermione�s been able
to have a conversation with her that lasts more than a �hello� and
�goodbye.� Hopefully, you can cheer her
up.�

Now how could he tell Mr. Weasley
about the break up? When it was he who
was making Ginny act this way? The
realization of what he had done ate him up inside, tearing at his already
weakened heart. He fought the tears
clawing out of his eyes, but they came regardless.

Thankfully, Mr. Weasley did not
notice. Harry knew eventually he had to
tell everyone about the breakup, but he kept hesitating, delaying it further
and further. It was like Sirius all over
again. A part of him didn�t want to
believe he had done it. That he had
broken up with Ginny Weasley.

But he had to put that behind
him. It was over and done with and he
had to follow through with his decision.
If not being with Ginny was what he had to do to keep her safe, then so be
it.

At last, Harry found himself at
the only place he felt he could ever call home: The Burrow. It felt good to be back. And yet a part of him was dreading setting a
single foot in it. He knew why,
too. He didn�t want to stay in a house
where every day he was tempted with the sight of Ginny Weasley. Already his resolve was slipping from the
mere thought of her.

But before Harry could even get to the front
door, he had to jump back to avoid the reddish light of a stunning spell. He looked towards the source and found Ron
locked in a duel with Fred, whilst Ginny battled George.

�Hold still, will you!� Ron yelled
in frustration, his spells narrowly missing Fred. Fred only increased this aggravation by
casting multiple shield charms around himself.
Ginny, on the other hand, was performing much better than Ron, and had
George casting the same shield charms just to defend himself.

Finally, Ginny heaved a great sigh
and pointed her wand at George. �Ardor Maxime!� a large red beam shot out
from her wand. George held up his want
to defend himself, but the spell broke through and hit him square on the chest,
knocking him backwards. �Accio wand!� she yelled, and George�s
wand flew into her hand, leaving a stunned and defeated George on the ground.

Fred looked up for a second at
George�s fall, but had to turn back to dodge Ron again. Distracted, Fred couldn�t defend himself from
Ginny�s Bat Bogey Hex, which Harry was witnessing for the first time. Hundreds of tiny bats erupted from Ginny�s
wand and flew straight for Fred�s head.

�Ack! Dammit, Ginny, this was supposed to be
one-on-one!� he yelled at her as he tried to get rid of the annoying bats. �Oh, like you weren�t going to do the same to
me!� she yelled back at him and pointed her wand at him once again, �Expelliarmus!� and with that, Fred�s one
was released from his hand to be caught by Ron.
However" Ron did not look as pleases you need to avoid the dual.

�Ginny, I was opposed to finish
him!� Ginny only laughed at him and returned George�s wand to him.

�that would have taken
forever. If you didn�t want my help,
just dual one of them on your own!� and with that, she walked calmly past Ron
and waved a �hello, Harry,� before disappearing into the house.

�Harry!� Ron exclaimed, �sorry,
mate, didn�t see you�� before Ron could properly greet Harry, Fred and George
pushed right past him and went right up to Harry, putting their arms around his
shoulder.

�Hello Harry� George said with a
sly look Harry knew could not be good, � Ginny would say anything, but Ron
mentioned something to us about you going out with our sister. Is that true?�

Harry looked at them for a bit,
then at Ron. He knew eventually he would
have to tell them eventually, so why not now?

�No,� he said calmly, �I�m not.�
Behind Fred and George, he saw Ron�s jaw drop. The twins stared Harry then at
Ron.

�But Ron said that��

�After the Quidditch match, you��

�We broke up,� Harry said, and
knew he said that in exactly the wrong way.

�You WHAT?!� all three of them
shouted. �What�s wrong? She�s not good enough for you?� �Just another fling, eh Harry?� �No wonder she�s been so depressed lately!�

�Look!� Harry shouted to shut them
up, �We broke up so she wouldn�t be a target for Voldemort. If she�s with me, she�s as good as dead. I don�t think any of you would want your
sister just because she was with me. I�d
much rather have her as my best mate�s little sister than my girlfriend right
now!�

There, he said it. it was over.
He didn�t care what they thought, and didn�t wait to hear their answer,
but instead just walked past their stunned faces and into the house. What for, he didn�t know. His head ached. His heart burned. He needed to get something positive
back. To for once have someone take his
side for a change.

�Oh, hi Harry!� exclaimed Hermione
as he walked in, reading a book in one of the arm chairs, �Ginny told me you
had arrived.� Ah, right on cue.

Harry took a deep sigh and said quietly,
so only Hermione could hear, �Hermione, we need to talk.� She gave him a questioning look, but didn�t
argue and led him into her and Ginny�s room.
Harry didn�t say anything for a while, wondering what exactly to tell
her. Finally, after what seemed like
hours, but perhaps only 30 seconds, Ginny said, �is this about you and
Ginny?� Harry nodded. �You two broke up, didn�t you?� Another nod.

Hermione sat down next to him on the bed,
and gave his back a light pat. �I
figured as much. Ginny�s usually so
talkative, but all I get now is a �Good night, Hermione.��

Harry sighed, and let his body fall back
onto the soft bed. �I hate this, Hermione.
I know I did the right thing, but��

�No, you didn�t,� she said flatly, �I know
you had the right intentions, but Harry, Ginny�s not your average girl. Ginny�s strong, Harry. She duels much better than me or Ron, or even
you for that matter! If we�re allowed to
be your friends, then there�s no reason for you to��

�If we were still together, she�d be the
Death Eater�s number one target!�

�Then Ron and I are number one targets
too, did you think of that?� Harry
stayed silent. He had no answer to
this. �We�re all targets, no matter how
much you try and distance yourself from us.
Besides, Voldemort may underestimate love, but even he isn�t completely
clueless. Even if you do stay apart,
he�s still going to go after her first.
We�re all better off with you than without you.�

Harry was silent, taking this all in. �No,� he said to her, �You�re all still
targets. If Voldemort�s attention is on
me and away from you guys, then��

�What about the saying, �safety in
numbers,� Harry?�

Harry shook his head. �I was hoping you�d agree with me on this,
Hermione. I guess I was wrong.�

�Harry, I��

�I need to think,� he said, and left that
room for the sanctuary of his and Ron�s room.
However, Ron was in there already, and Harry felt he was not in the mood
to face him right about now, not after what he said about him and Ginny. Then he had it. �Accio Firebolt,� he thought, and his
broom leaped into his hands, much to the surprise of Ron Weasley. Racing out of the house pass Mrs. Weasley and
two twins ready with questions he�d rather not answer, he kicked off the ground
and took to the skies.

Calmness began to seep back into Harry as
he felt the familiar sensation of the cool wind on his face. He flew high above the trees, taking his time
to pick a decent landing spot. At last,
he descended in a small clearing far away from the Weasley house and the source
of his current problems.

He sat down next to the lake4 he had
spotted from the air and set his Firebolt against a nearby tree. Not caring how clean the water was (clear
blue was a good sign, wasn�t it?), Harry splashed some water on his face and
stared back at his contorted expression.

He tried to convince himself what he did
was right. But as soon as he was sure
there was no way he could be wrong, the monster inside of him roared angrily at
him for doing so.

�Arrrggg!� he yelled, madly throwing
stones at the water, �Why does this feel so wrong?!�

Because you know it is.

It can�t be, my logic is�

But you lover her.

Yes, and that is why I can�t let her be
with me.

If you truly love her, you shouldn�t be
doing this.

NO!
YOU�RE WRONG!

Again, he splashed his face with water in
a desperate attempt to silence the beast.

�You know, splashing water all over
yourself won�t solve anything,� Harry heard a voice behind him. He spun around to find a man in about his
late twenties, with short, messy brown hair and small glasses. He wore a silver jacket and was resting
against a tree flipping a gold coin in his right hand.

�If you really want to figure out the
answers to your little love life, I suggest you sit down and calmly meditate
for a few minutes. It should become much
clearer after that.�

Harry stared at the man, taking in what he
had said. But then a thought came to
him. �Hey, wait a minute. How did you know what I was thinking?� Harry questioned. And even if he did read my mind, how come
I didn�t feel any pain like when Snape used Legimens on me?

The man laughed suddenly and shook his
head. �For one thing, Legimens is
used not only for interrogation, but as a torture device.�

�What?
You mean there�s more than one spell?�

�Well, yes, naturally. Most of them don�t work very well, but with
trial and error, you�ll eventually figure out the right one.�

Without warning, the wind started to pick
up, and the atmosphere started to get a bit chilly. For a moment, Harry stared at the man before
him. His right hand twitched
instinctively, ready at any moment to draw his wand from his pocket. A chill just ran down his spine, and Harry
knew it wasn�t from the wind. For some
reason just now, he felt nervous and wary around this man.

�Who are you?� he asked him.

The man smiled an evil smile that caused
goose bumps to erupt on Harry�s skin, �You�ll find out,� he said, and stepped
back into the shadow of the trees. Harry
rushed forward, determined not to let him get away so easily. But to his surprise, he found nothing behind
that tree. That man, whoever he was, was
gone.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Harry Potter and the Daughter of War