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Ye Old Disclaimer: Harry
Potter and associated milieu, characters, and situations are owned by J.K.
Rowling and her licensees. This is a work of fan fiction, produced solely for
enjoyment. No infringement of rights is intended. J.K. Rowling owns it all, I am
just playing with the Story. No profit is being made by me in any way shape or
form.
Other Notes:
I have Beta’ed this story to the best of my limited
ability.
Still looking for Betas for this story, though my Beta’s who
are helping with the Marauders Vanguard and the Master of Assassins have taught
me a few things, which I will use to fix things up, I hope.
Chapter Notes: Contains Scenes from DH, just from Ginny’s
perspective and Lemons.
Chapter
1 Victory
Something
was wrong, Ginny thought. She looked around the great hall at all of the
people huddled inside. The row of dead counted almost fifty. The wounded for
over half of the living in the hall. Despite how horrible that was, it was
something else. Her eyes found Hermione and Ron standing somewhere near the
middle talking with Professor McGonagall when she saw Hermione felt it too.
Their eyes seemed to find each other in the crowded room and in that moment
they both shared a panicked look and began scanning the crowd looking for that
something.
A few minutes later Voldemort’s
voice sounded all through Hogwarts. “Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he
ran away, trying to save himself while you lay own your lives for him. We bring
you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The Battle is won. You have lost
half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the boy who lived is
finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man,
woman, or child, will be slaughtered as will every member of their family. Come
out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents
and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will
join me in the New World we shall build together.” The booming voice shook the
rafters and killed all conversation.
“No…” she moaned, that cant be.
Harry could not be dead. She found herself moving toward the Great Doors
with a few others before all who could walk where heading that direction. Ginny
was not sure when she started to run but she knew when she pasted the doors she
was first to see what was out there, Hermione only seconds behind her. Harry’s
broken body was in Hagrids arms. It was true. Ginny felt as if she had died
somehow without actually dying. Her
body began to shake, everything slowed down. Her vision tunneled and all she
saw was Harry’s face. Months of travel
showed in those features, from the stubble and facial hair to the slightly
sunken cheeks. His robes where shredded.
Only he knew the terrors he had faced but she had a good idea it was
beyond horrible by the way he looked.
“Harry! HARRY!” she hears as if from some other place Ron and Hermione’s
anguished shouts. When she lets out her own cry of pain at seeing her love dead
in front of her, she feels arms grab her and hold her back, she aches to hold
him.
It
can’t be, she thinks, not Harry.
How could it end like this? There in front of her she could see Harry dead. In
her mind times when she was with Harry parade before her. Dumbledore’s funeral, the Burrow after his
wild ride before he turn of age, their special moments in hidden hallways
around Hogwarts, walks by the lake, when she gave him his birthday present
before he left and he joked about her silver lining, she could still feel his
touch on her lips….not that she will ever again…..
Suddenly she finds herself released
by who ever was holding her. Chaos brakes loose all over the grounds, before
her mind can register what is happing its complete mayhem all over the grounds,
Everyone is fighting. With her arms free she spins to find her a death eater to
make suffer, it does not take long. They all are fighting their way into the
castle. Finding herself one closest to her she puts all her pain to her mind as
she does something she has never done.
She knows this is a Death Eater, he may not have killed her Harry but it
was his fault none the less. She raises her wand before she screams her curse,
“Crucio!”
The curse hits the Death Eater in
the back, lifts him screaming as if his skin had been ripped from his body,
over the heads of the crowd where he connects with the archway of the great
doors. With a sickening thump sounding from the impact Ginny puts him from her
mind as she finds herself looking for Bellatrix. Somehow Ginny knows no matter
what happens, that one will not leave this castle. Through the crazed fighting
and battles between wizards and witches, centaurs, insane house elves, and
giants Ginny made her way into the great hall just in time to join Luna and
Hermione in their assault against Bellatrix. None of them though could touch
her, no spell worked and it became quickly a defensive action where soon it was
all she could do to stay alive in the fight. It was when the killing curse
missed her face by less than an inch that Ginny felt something besides hate for
the first time since Harry had died.
She closed her eyes and thought to him, hold on Harry, I will be with you soon…
“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!” When
she opened her eyes she sees her mother, fire dancing in her eyes step in and duel
solo against Bellatrix. And duel she did, it was scary to her how her mother
threw herself into the duel, but her fears where proven false when her mother
struck the killing blow and the Death Eater was no more.
Ginny like everyone felt the impact
of Voldemort’s rage when it hit. Everyone hit the ground or took a knee when
his rage sent those he dueled to the ceiling. What got Ginny’s attention more
was Harry standing there, battered, bruised, bloody, but alive. His back was
ramrod strait and he held his head up high. His features where unearthly calm
and somehow regal despite the ragtag attire he was dressed in.
Everyone seemed to be stunned by
the site. Voldemort appeared calm but his eyes showed his surprise. She ran to
Harry but found herself up against a shield charm. Seeing him facing Voldemort
and unable to stand with him was almost as bad as seeing him dead. All she
could do was scream his name in longing.
She watched in horror as Harry
circled and talked with Voldemort, talked down to him as if he where a small
child and Harry was a disapproving adult. Harry stood there, toe to toe with
the greatest dark wizard of all time, and told him he was stupid and slow.
Talked to him like a child who has to have their hand held to the truth. The
Dark Lord, who knew more magic than anyone alive, and here her love was
berating him for not knowing what he himself knew. She almost wet herself when
she heard Harry call him Tom Riddle.
It was a Harry she had never seen
before, smooth, in command, confident and sure. Harry stood taunting his
adversary, like a cat playing with a mouse. A seventeen-year-old man stood
mocking a wizard that was his magical superior in every way. Ginny had trouble
following all that was being said, it seemed that the only two how knew
everything were in the ring. When she looked at Ron and Hermione, she saw they
where playing catch up as well. She turned her attention back to Harry.
Ginny watch as Harry whispered
something to Riddle. Just after he finished a beam of light from the dawn
touched down on both combatants, as if it was a signal, they both shot their
spells toward each other, but only Harry survived that insane moment, because
Tom Riddle died when his curse backfired. It was over. Ginny could not believe
it. She felt faint and when the noise hit she found herself pushed aside as
everyone in the hall rushed to get close to Harry.
She moaned Harry’s name but no one
heard her. Over the next few hours it’s as if super cheering charms have hit
everyone, as everyone is so festive over the fall of the dark lord. Ginny
herself just leans up against her mother, her emotional turmoil has taken all
of her energy and she can’t find any way to over come it. Through the entire
morning, she can’t even get close to Harry, the one thing she wants above all
else.
It’s well past evening when she
wakes up. Looking around she sees she must be in the Gryffindor Girls Dorm. A
clap of thunder echoes outside when she hears the sound that woke her. Someone
was slightly shaking her. “Ginny wake up.”
She does not realize its Hermione
and grabs for her wand, “No no, its okay, I just thought, you might want to see
Harry. I know where he is.” Hermione smiles an understanding smile as tears
start to cascade down Ginny’s face. Helping her friend from bed they make their
way to the Astronomy tower.
“I have to tell you Ginny, he’s
different. Our time on the run was hard, but I think it was hardest on Harry. I
have not been able to follow half of his thought process since we got back to
Hogwarts, and I am not sure I can. But, since this morning, after I talked to
him, he’s been at the top of the tower, just standing there. I don’t want to
scare you but, I just thought you might want to have some warning.”
“Are you trying to tell me Harry’s
mental?” Ginny has a slightly panicked sound to her voice.
“I don’t know. We went through a
lot, but I am worried about him.” They finally arrived at the bottom of the
stairs, Ginny sees Ron, standing guard.
“Go on sis. We will make sure you
guys get some privacy.” She leaps at Ron and hugs him hard before she starts
racing up the stairs. “Nicely put Ronald.” Hermione tenderly says to her
boyfriend before Ginny is out of hearing and almost to the top. What she sees
though when she gets there stops her cold.
She knew, even before he left that
fateful day so long ago, he was going after Voldemort. She knew when he slipped
while they where setting the table at the Burrow. She ached for him so much
over the last few months. She tried to get the sword for him, rebelled in his
name all those months in this prison for him. His pain was over this ordeal was
written all over his face when she saw him. The wind blew his long unkempt hair
over his shoulders. His facial hair gave him an almost savage look. Like a mini
Hagrid, but not as bulky since he spent most of the year half starved. Add to
this his clothes where little better than rags from months of roughing it,
battles only god knew where, the dragon in Gringotts, and here made him look
scary. The picture was perfect when a bolt of lighting shot down and for a
moment framed him in its harsh light. Her Harry was loving, tender, and
compassionate. The Harry before her frightened her a little. He was a scared
man, in more ways than one now. She was looking at the deep sleep deprived bags
under his eyes when he started to talk.
“So, you can take care of it then
Kreature?” His voice sounded emotionless, almost a drone.
The old house elf that she did not
see bowed next to him and spoke in his croaking voice. “Of course Master Harry.”
The house elf then raised his hand but stopped short when Harry spoke again.
“Thank you Kreature. I know it will
be hard for you since you have served the Blacks for so long, but I want you to
know, I appreciate it my friend.”
“Kreature is honored Master Harry.
Honored to serve the Noble House of Potter, just as he was to serve the Noble
House of Black. Kreature will see to your wishes.” And with a crack, he was
gone. Ginny finally managed to climb the rest of the stairs to Harry.
“Harry...” she barely whispers his
name as she approaches. But he hears her as if she shouted. He spins in
surprise, fast, she wonders if he will hex her. His wand steady in his hand as
battle reflexes kicked in. The sickly green glow that she was sure was the
Killing Curse hung but a breath from being released. When she sees his face for
the first time close, the look in his eyes almost stops her heart. There is so
much pain there, so much anguish. She feels like she is in a dream as she
approaches him, seeing him so close to her, in so much pain, she feels numb.
The glow fades as he lowers the wand. He utters only one word, but in that word
she hears nothing but love, love from his deepest soul, in complete contrast to
his hard eyes, “Ginny…”
She throws herself at him and wraps
her arms around him tight. The feel of his body against hers after so long an
absence is indescribable. She manages to draw in a breath and cant help but
cry. Through their contact, she feels him cry as well, and with the storm
sounding around them, they simply hold each other tight. Both afraid that if
they let go, somehow, they would wake up from some dream and both would be
gone.
His body feels iron hard against
her. His body has always been lean, but she honestly never felt him like this.
It feels as if every muscle in his body was tensed, making him feel more like
stone than flesh. Holding him so close to her, smelling his sent makes her ache
for him in a special way. Seeing him dead, seeing him alive again but facing
Riddle and unable to touch him, to stand with him, she could not let go. Still
crying she raised her face to look him in the eyes. Some of the pain has gone
from them, but his face was even worse up close. Slowly she raised herself and
gently kissed his lips. A soft moan escaped her mouth, after months of not
knowing if he was alive and the terrors of the day; she can actually felt his
touch.
She pulled back only a touch,
“Harry, Please…please I need you…”
His voice was coarse, horse even
when he spoke her name, “Ginny...I…”
“Your not going to get away from me
again Potter. Not after what we have had to go through to get here….” With that
she planted a fiery kiss on his lips trying with all her might to show him how
much she wanted him. It did not take long for Harry to respond.
The next few moments had them both
tearing their cloths off in a desperate need to feel each other’s body. Their
passion built with each kiss with each other’s tongues fighting for space in
the others mouth. Thunder booms across the sky with the soft moans they make
running counter point to the concert. In a bold move Ginny reaches down and
grasps Harry between his legs. His eyes pop open before they roll into the back
of his head when she whispers to him, “Take me Harry, I need you…”
Ginny did not understand the look
that came across his eyes. It was haunted and it seemed for a moment he wanted
to say something but he lowered himself to her and kissed her soundly. When she
felt his crown touch her, her hips bucked out of reflex. His body pressed against
her was so hard. She felt herself
flowing anticipating him entering her, she could not think of anyone who she
would rather give her virginity to than to Harry. The night was warm and each
of them where covered in a seen of sweet. Slowly he pushed himself into her,
when she felt resistance of her womanhood. Harry closed his eyes and lowered
his face to her neck as he began to suckle keeping still. With his iron hard
body rubbing against her, her excitement grew. It felt to her as if her nipples
sliding along his chest from her panting breath where as hard as the muscles
she clung to.
“Bite me…” Ginny looked up at him
questionably, “Its okay, trust me.” She could feel the crown of his manhood
pressing inside her. It sent shivers down her spine. Nodding her head she leaned into him and opening her mouth,
placed her teeth around the muscle of his shoulder. When Harry thrust deep into
her, her eyes popped open with the pain of him taking her maidenhead, she bites
down hard.
Harry growled in her ear when she
did, with the pleasure of entering her, and the pain of her bite. Harry held
fast until he felt her loosen her grip on his shoulder. When she raised her
mouth from his shoulder she tasted blood, his. She looked at her lovers wound
and then into his eyes. “I am so sorry Harry…” Harry shook his head and
whispered to her as he nibbled on her neck, “Blood for blood, pain for pain.”
After a few moments her pleasure
begins to build past the pain and her senses begin to return to her, Harry was
still slowly pumping in and out of her. She looked where she bit down and
before her climax hit she wondered if she hurt him more than he hurt her teeth
even though she could see and taste that she not only broke the skin but he was
bleeding. Then all thoughts were shredded from her mind.
“O SWEET BABY MAUVE!” she screamed
into the stormy night as she feels her orgasm take her, not long followed by
the feeling of Harry’s seed filling her womanhood.
xxxxxx
“You know Hermione, I can’t believe
I am going to say this, but I think we need to comeback here next year.” Ron
says in an almost humorist way.
Hermione was thinking something
similar, which caught her off guard; of the three of them she never figured Ron
would be the one to suggest finishing their seventh year.
“I was thinking the same
thing. In the light of Voldemort’s
downfall, I think we could probably walk onto just about any position anywhere.
Especially once the story spreads, but I don’t think it would be right not
having earned it.” Ron nods his head as
if he was thinking the same thing. “Ron, are you okay with Ginny being up there
with Harry? You did not seem to be all
that lenient before, you know, all this.” Ron looks away from the corridor he
was looking down to his girlfriends brown eyes. He knows it cost her something
to say that. He looks away and tells her, “Yeah, I am okay with it. I was such a prat. It was not until I helped
Harry get the sword from the lake that I really understood just how much of a twat
I have been to Harry in that regard.”
“What do you mean? Ron?”
Ron can’t bring himself to look at
her. This admission is harder for him to spit out than it was for him to fight
those spiders yesterday. He knows he has to say it though. He may never be able
to admit it to Harry, but he needed Hermione to understand.
“When Harry opened the locket, it
was with an image of you and Harry. They taunted me. It was horrible Hermione,
those images taunted me with my feelings, and when they kissed…” she gasped at
these words, “I lost it. When I raised the sword, it was Harry I was going to
swing at. But I was able to redirect the blade just before and kill the
Horcrux. I was torn, ashamed, and mortified that Harry has seen something I had
feared for a long time. Then he told me something I can never forget. He said
to me that he thinks of you only as a sister, He thought I knew. Where blokes
so, well, we don’t go on about how we feel.
But at that moment, when he said that, I felt worse than rotten. While we
walked back to the tent, I told myself I would never stand in his way again.
He’s a better man than I could ever be.” Ron turned to look at Hermione who was
slightly crying at his admission. “I could not give you up. I could not leave you the way he did Ginny.
When I thought of it, I realized that Harry was braver than anyone I have ever
known.” Looking away, “I know I never handled it well, but I loved you for
years, once I had you, it was only the thought of you not wanting me that drove
me from the tent that night.”
“Ron…”
“Mr. Weasley!” The moment was
shattered by a slightly beaten up Professor McGonagall walking up one of the
corridors toward them. “Have you seen Mr. Potter?” Ron never saw the strange look on Hermione’s face since he spun
around to look at who was coming.
“No ma’am. Is something wrong?”
“You could say that Mr. Weasley.
Several Death Eaters are not accounted for.
Kingsley believes they may have broken free last night and made their
escape. He’s going to find out sooner or later but if possible I was hoping for
later.”
“O SWEET BABY MAUVE!” Came Ginny’s
cry echoing down the stairwell of the tower. Professor McGonagall startled and
looked up the tower where the scream came from.
“Weird how the wind works in this
place huh?” Ron asked the Professor, barley able to control his laughter while
keeping an almost strait face.
xxxxxx
A few weeks after what is currently
being known as the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione finds herself at the Burrow.
The Weasley family has been coping, each in their own way to the death of Fred.
However, despite the heartbreaking event, the family has grown closer for the
experience.
Hermione had only just arrived by
apparition and was making her way toward the house when she saw Ron smiling as
he walked to meet her. They shared a tender hug that sent both their bodies
into slight shivers. Saying hello with a simple kiss they began walking toward
the house again.
“I should warn you, Ginny’s in a
foul temper. No one has seen Harry since the funeral, and he didn’t talk to
anyone. Worse, that was the only time she has seen him since Hogwarts. She
thinks something may have happened to him. Mum and Dad are sleeping in shifts
to stop her from leaving to look for him.”
“I thought something was wrong from
the way you worded your letter. I am worried for him too. He seems different
now. I was wondering how he was doing; I only got back a little while ago from
Australia with Mum and Dad. I had a difficult time tracking them down as they
bought a place in the middle of nowhere. I think when I did the memory charm
some of my concern for their safety must have come through because it looked
like they where in hiding when I finally did find them. That is really strange
about Harry though, I would have thought he would have been here joined at her
hip. The whole time you where gone and
when he thought no one was looking he was constantly checking on the Marauders
Map looking at her name.”
Before they came to the door though
Ginny ambushed them. “Where is he?” Her
voice was panicked with worry, concern, and Hermione thought, anger.
“I don’t know Ginny. I only just got back from Australia.”
“Mom and Dad wont let me leave, Dad
says that Grimmauld Place is abandoned and Kreature disappeared from Hogwarts.
Find him for me Hermione, please find him…” she managed before she became
overcome with tears and fled back into the house. Hermione’s heart ached for
her, she knew what it cost when someone you cared for left.
Later that night Hermione crawls
out Ron’s bed because she can’t sleep. As she stands there in the darkness of
his room she looks down at him. He has been so understanding of her need to
just be held. Before she takes this step with Ron, she knows she needs to talk
to Harry. Putting on her bra and knickers she begins thinking of Ginny’s
concern for Harry and the grieving Weasleys almost seems to rent the air in the
house. Deciding a nice cup of tea is in
order she reaches down taking up her robe and heads down stairs. Once she has
tea in hand she walks out the door and into the night.
Looking up at the stars she let’s
the day play out again in her mind trying to figure why Harry was acting in
such a strange way. Yes the war had affected everyone, and she was not going to
dispute that it was especially hard on Harry, but she would have thought he would
want to be around to rest and relax now that it was all over. She turns to head
back into the house holding her tea and the front of her robe when a flash of
red light erupts behind her. Drawing her wand she spins around to see what it
was but all she sees is a large man laying on the ground a few feet from her.
Carefully she makes her way toward him when someone speaks out of the night to
her.
“He is stunned. Been here a while
watching the house, I have been here longer and was watching him.”
“Harry?”
“Hi Hermione.” She looks at Harry
and finds that she is stunned at how he looks, which is the same if a little
worse than he looked that night at Hogwarts. He hasn’t shaved yet, and his hair
was longer. He was still wearing the same robes from his time on the run.
“Merlin’s Beard Harry where the
hell have you been? Everyone’s been worried about you, Mr. and Ms Weasley have
looked every where.” She was surprised when he started chuckling.
“Riddle couldn’t find me, I doubt
they thought they could. They were doing it for Ginny.” She could not read his
expression try as she might. It unnerved her quite a bit, she was always able
to read him in the past. “Might want to close your robe though Hermione,
someone might get the wrong idea. I always did like the black set though. Very
Sexy.” Even though his words were playful, his tone was flat.
Surprised she looked down and
realized that in her haste over Harry’s surprising appearance she had let go of
her robe front and he could see she was wearing only her bra and knickers.
Thankfully it was dark and he could not see her blush as she quickly closed the
robe and asked him, “What are you doing Harry?”
Harry was bending down and rolling
over the stunned man, His face was as haggard as Harry’s and his robes though
in better condition showed signs he had been living in the wild for a little
while. Harry flicked his wand at his legs and arms summoning ropes to bind him
before he released the man from the stunner.
If his voice was dead sounding to
her, it was down right cold to the bound man as he addressed him. “Greetings. I
am Harry Potter, but I would wager you know that. Care to explain why you where
skulking around the Burrow?”
The man replied in a series of foul
words and curses before Harry stunned him again allowing the silence of the
night to play about them once more. Taking the man’s shoe off he placed it on
the mans chest before he silently spelled it into a Portkey and he was gone.
She was not sure what surprised her more, that he could make Portkeys or that
he was here.
“Death Eater. Looking for me
probably. Third I have caught this week.” Hermione blinked at his words. For
his part he seemed to be talking to himself.
Hermione looked backed and forth
between where the man had been and at Harry several times before she spoke,
“Harry… come inside, please? The others would be reassured you are alive and
well and that you caught him. Please?” She could see the debate in his mind on
whether he would do it. Finally he nodded and began leading the way toward the
Weasley home.
xxxxx
From the upstairs window Ginny
could not believe what she is seeing, Harry, her Harry was walking toward the
house. She ached for him so much. Watching him walk closer she gets her first
good look at him in weeks and it scares her. She was looking at the deep sleep
deprived bags under his eyes when he passed through the door. Voldemort is dead
now, Harry’s Alive. As she hears the door to her brothers room close, she bolts
down the stairs. Nothing matters, only that he is here with her at last.
xxxxx
Once inside Harry sat at the table
where he could see out of most of the kitchens windows and placed several Dark
detectors out in front of him. After Hermione was sure he was not going to up
and leave she ran up stairs to put on some clothes and woke Ron. Before either of them could make it out of
the door though they heard someone else bounding down the stairs. There was a
ruckus of a chair braking and bodies hitting the floor. As loud as it was it
was not loud enough to wake anyone else in the house. Fully dressed they headed
down into the kitchen to see a hysterical Ginny clutching Harry for dear life
crying her eyes out while a stunned Harry held her whispering comforting words
while he stroked her hair. It was some time before Harry could get himself back
into his the chair, which with an off handed wave, was wandlessly repaired.
However Ginny would not let him go and he had to carry her into it where she
sat in his lap still holding him tight. Harry reached out and replaced his Dark
detectors out in front of him and began searching the night through the windows
while still holding the clinging Ginny.
During the next two hours of the
night no one spoke. Hermione and Ron sitting on one end of the table, Harry
with Ginny in his lap on the other. They had tried several times to talk to him
but he simply looked at them with his unsettling gaze continuing to hold Ginny.
As Dawn hit, this scene was how Mr. Weasley found them. Even when he shouted in
surprise, Ginny refused to release her grip on Harry. Harry however, spoke for
the first time since he entered the house.
Harry looked over at Mr. Weasley
and with courage greater than any teenager ever had when a father found his
daughter sitting on the lap of their boyfriend wearing nothing but his old
Quidditch robes, spoke normally. Mr. Weasley slowly sat down as he received a
concise report on how close he came to losing his family. Harry left out no
details explaining he was camped similar to when he was on the run just outside
the houses normal enchantments. He watched as one after another over the last
few weeks three Death Eaters, attempted in the late hours of the night to lower
the enchantments and break in. Harry explained that he replaced most of the
enchantments after he dealt with the Death Eaters but remained on to watch,
hidden, and guarded the Burrow at night.
When he finished Hermione spoke up.
“Its true, I was outside looking at
the stars when Harry dealt with the last one.
Where did you send him?”
“The Ministry of Magic hall next to
the guard booth. The Auror’s know to
pick them up there.”
“What I don’t understand Harry is
why you where out there when you know you are welcome in the house?” Mr.
Weasley asked.
The look Harry gave him though sent
shivers down his spine. It was devoid
of emotions. “I have caused this family enough harm by being associated to
them. However, now that you know I am
here, I will have to leave since it would seem suspicious with you all trying
to find me.” Ginny griped him even tighter at these words.
“I would suggest that you reinforce
the household protections since the surviving death eaters that are still loose
are looking for me. I understand that Trials will be starting soon at the
ministry so I will be at Grimmauld place if you need me for something. Once
word gets around I am in London they should leave you alone.” He made to get up
but Ginny still would not let go of him.
“Harry its not like that mate…” Ron
started.
Hermione spent this time studying
Harry’s face. He looked like the he did when he faced Voldemort. No emotions at
all, his eyes looked dead. The spark of life that had been in them since she
had known him was gone. That more than his behavior worried her.
As if he could not hear Ron’s
statement he whispered something to Ginny that caused her to leap off his lap
clutching front of her robe tight and blushing so furiously that her skin
matched her hair. With her off his lap he rose and began picking up his
detectors. Worry and concern was written now on Ginny’s face as she watched
him. He took a long look at her, gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek while
whispering something in her ear before he walked out of the house, not
responding to what anyone was saying to him until Ginny chased after him and
screamed, “HARRY JAMES POTTER!”
Upon hearing her call out his name
he stopped, but did not turn around.
“Don’t do this Harry. Please don’t
do this. Its over, you won. Please!”
“Tom Riddle is dead Ginny, but his
followers are not. You are not going to be safe until they are all caught.”
With that he apparated away silently. Ginny fell to her knees screaming out his
name.
xxxxx
It was a few hours later when
Hermione found herself sitting at the table in the kitchen at the Burrow with
Arthur, Percy, and Bill. Ginny was sleeping with the help of a calming draught.
Percy looked up at his father, “He
is definitely boosting moral, but a lot of people are worried. Most of the
Aurors are afraid to work with him.
They say he’s unstable, reckless, and under qualified. The ones who are
working with him though worship him.
Kinsley is having a time keeping it all under control, especially since
the entire Ministry has been restructured from the ground up. I will say
however from the reports I read on his activities that he is probably the best
Auror in the department. May not be a magically proficient as some but he just
seems to know how to find them.”
“He is in the papers a lot.
Rounding up Dark Wizards and dangerous artifacts. I heard a couple of
Obliviater’s talking in the cafeteria that they have been working overtime
trying to keep the muggles down. A lot
of his travels are taking him into muggle areas and Harry has not been very
quite about it. He’s careful not to hurt the Muggles but he’s not really being
careful with property. It’s a bit of a mess.” Bill mentioned.
“When did Harry join the Auror’s?”
Asked Hermione.
Mr. Weasley speaks up, “Almost
right after the battle. I see him the most since he has been giving me a lot of
inroads on how to find the things we are looking for. He seemed perfectly fine
except for maybe a bit jumpy. Though I heard some of the blokes joking about
him once, calling him Harry Moody. I am not the only one who noticed though he
has taken a lot of Moodys habits. This morning was the first time I saw him
outside the offices. And I have not been able to talk to him much since he is
only there for short periods and mostly he sends memos about information he
thinks I might find useful.”
“Yes well Kinsley thinks he’s
brilliant. A lot of people do, the problem is that even with Harry getting the
job done, its not being done the right way.” Says Percy
“It was the same after Voldemort
fell the first time. Aurors where given a lot of powers during and afterward to
quell the panic. What Harry is doing is not all that different than they did
then.”
“What is Harry doing that has
everyone so upset?” Asked Hermione
Bill looks over at her and says,
“Nothing really, its mostly that anyone who spends time around him can just
feel the strangeness from him. Moodys habits are just one thing. He’s been
drinking from Moodys hip flask since he started working there. Not to mention
no one I know has shared a meal with him. His house elf brings him his meals or
he prepares them himself. He does not sleep much from what I hear, and he’s hex
happy when startled. I heard that he nodded off in his office the other day
when one of the intern’s walked in to ask a question, he blasted the door off
its hinges. The poor girl was barley able to get out of the way. Most put it
down to his time on the run but some are starting to question it. They feel he has had enough time to get over
it, the fact he has not has some people worried.”
xxxxx
Harry spent the next few days with
Kreature cleaning the up Grimmauld place. If he was going to be stuck in London
he might as well be comfortable. It also gave him the chance to go over the
current enchantments and start fortifying his position, just as they did while
stalking the Ministry looking for R.A.B’s Locket. Kreature was absolutely happy to be back in the house and spent a
great deal of time making everything perfect.
It was only a temporary place, just till the trials where over.
The house elf heads had to go, and
so did the painting of Ms. Black. Harry found a closet to store them in and
after a bit of tricky magic, found a way to move the paintings with out
resorting to blasting the walls to shreds. He decided it would be easier to
move the wood the painting was stuck to and swap it for wood in the closet he
found. It was a modified switching spell, but it worked perfectly. It looked
funny since the woods where different but it worked. He did not bother to do
any redecorating other than remove the offensive Black items, but Kreature went
through the house and cleaned it so well Harry thought he could eat off just
about any surface in the place. It was also nice to have most of the drapes
open to let in light, he found he was depressed enough without living in a
dungeon. With the fact he was not sleeping well to begin with the overall change
to the old mansion did not take long to accomplish. It took no time for them
both to get the entire house looking decent. With some of his gold he had left
over he had Kreature stock the larder with supplies for meals and he set about
studying some of the books in the house. Most where not worth the paper they
where printed on but a few of them turned out to be very interesting as they
had a lot to do with the houses enchantments, household enchantments, and
fortification spells. Harry thought it was handy that the blacks where so
paranoid, especially now that he found he was just as bad. It also explained
where Hermione got so many of the spells they used while on the run.
At the moment he was sitting in a
chair rubbing his eyes and taking a break from his studying. The Fidelius Charm was going to be a nightmare to cast, not
to mention he didn’t have half of the ingredients necessary. However, he did
have the skills to do most of everything else here. He had already strengthened
the houses base enchantments so he was pretty sure he was safe for the
moment.
The sun had just about faded away
when he saw movement in the courtyard and he felt his eyes narrow. It was just
one person, but that was all it took if they were cleaver. He watched as that
person strode to the house and knocked on the door. Harry raised his eyebrow in
confusion. Death Eaters never knocked.
Walking out of the Drawing Room he
leaned over the banister looking below while Kreature answer the door. Wand at
the ready he waited as he saw the person enter the door and remove their cloak.
It was Hermione. Harry watched her as she made her inside and he made his way
down the stairs. Hermione for her part watched Harry. She seemed nervous,
apprehensive, and was fidgeting. Damn
he thought, I knew this was coming, might
as well get it over with.
“Okay Hermione, sit down. I had a
feeling this talk was coming. I suppose we should get it out.” Harry took out
his wand and conjured two comfortable chairs in front of the kitchen fireplace
for them to sit. Once they where both
sitting, Harry started the awkward conversation.
“Does Ron know?”
Hermione was biting her lower lip
in agitation. When she looked up at Harry she found she could not read his
expressions. He seemed to be constantly under Occlumency. With a long exhale
she said, “No, at least I don’t think so….”
Harry nodded his head. He did not
think she would have said anything yet. But clearly it was starting to eat at
her. Harry could tell by looking at her, she felt guilty. He sighed, truth be
told he had been suffering through it himself. “Are you wanting to tell him?”
Her eyes almost popped out of their
sockets. She hissed at him, out of frustration or guilt he was never sure, “O I
can see how that one goes. Hey Ron, you know, when you left us Harry and I had
an affair to pass the time. You don’t mind do you?”
“It was not like that Hermione and
you know it. We where both lonely and in need of comfort. Its not like we where
trying to hurt him. It just happened. Neither of us honestly thought we would
live long enough to worry about this.” Harry leaned his head back against the
cushions before he spoke again. “We ended it when he came back.” He looked over
at Hermione, and in seeing her face he said, “I don’t regret any of it. Not one beautiful moment. Do you?”
Through tear stained eyes she
looked up at Harry and choked out a soft, “No...” After a few moments she whined, “Harry what are we going to do?
When I see him looking at me lovingly I feel like I betrayed him. I can’t keep
going on like this. Its worse than when I heard him shouting my name when
Bellatrix was torturing me.”
Harry sighed. He was getting a feel
for where this was going. Harry looked deep into her eyes keeping his mind
shielded. “I felt the same way when I was with Gin. We could tell them. It runs
the serious risk of losing them though.” Harry allowed a few moments of silence
to pass. It all comes down to this then… “Unless there is more you are
not telling me?” He sat forward slowly and took in her hands in his. “Talk to
me Hermione, tell me what you want.”
She started crying almost
immediately when he took her hands. They where very tender and understanding,
and he was the only one she could talk to about this situation. “I love you Harry, but I…can’t…love you that
way. I have loved Ron for years; he’s so tender now, like a different person
when we are alone. He has not pushed himself on me like he did with Lav-Lav. He
knows something is wrong, but he is not forcing it out of me. I want to be with
Ron, but I don’t know if I can with…this skulking in the back of my mind. I
cant just pretend what we…shared did not happen. I…I…don’t know…”
Harry slowly got out of the chair
and took Hermione in his arms while she cried into his shoulder. He stroked her
hair and muttered calming things. The situation was so bizarre, it reminded him
of the first night he made love to her.
*Flashback*
They where both sitting similar to how they are
now. He forgot where they where at the time but it was the day after Ron had
left. He thought she was asleep when he came in the tent to make some tea and
heard her crying into her pillow. He was torn by her emotional crisis.
Forgetting his tea he walked over to her bed and began stroking her hair hoping
it would calm her down. He was very surprised when she flung herself on him and
wept. He simply held her close, muttering what he hoped where calming
fraises. After a while her crying
slowed, and when she looked up at him with her tear filled eyes that something
happened.
They shared a look. That look that two people
share when they have lost all hope and are desperate for anything to make it
right again. Harry felt his face lowering to hers almost unknowingly, and saw,
just before they touched, her lips part. The kiss was unlike anything Harry had
felt before. It felt like he was falling into a pensive but was rooted to the
ground at the same time. When she moaned in his mouth he let himself go. That
night was not frenzied, but passionate. They held each other close, divesting
themselves of cloths out of some primal need to be as close to each other as
they could. When, both of them where naked under the covers of her bed, he
heard her moan in his ear, “Please, I need more. I need more….” She was not
speaking as a harlot, but out of desperation.
He knew how she felt, he felt the same.
He positioned himself over her and guided himself
close to her entrance, when he moved slightly pushing inside her his world
exploded. The connection was somehow so far beyond what they boys talked about in
the dorm room at night; it was far beyond anything he had heard about. It was
bliss beyond the minds ability to understand. He heard her gasp when he
entered, and knew she felt it too. He slowly, agonizingly slowly slid into her
and completed a closeness unlike anything he had ever believed was possible.
She wrapped her legs around him with surprising strength and clutched at his
back as if her life depended on it. He felt her nails dig deep into his
flesh.
Harry felt himself hit something, but that something
disappeared when she clutched at him and pulled him all the way inside her.
Again she gasped her eyes wide open and a silent scream on her lips. She
fastened her teeth to his shoulder biting down hard. Despite the pain he did
nothing to stop her. He had heard it was painful the first time for a woman,
but the look on her face shocked him. Blood for blood, pain for pain.
It was at that moment that he knew they had both
lost their virginity to each other.
Harry grasped Hermione to him and felt her breasts push into his chest
and simply held her not knowing what more to do. He made no attempt to force
the friction his body desperately wanted. They lay there; barely moving for the
sensations they never knew existed, but where ripping both their minds apart.
Harry felt a trickle of blood run down his chest, almost as if it was from a
different world. They slowly began to create a rhythm when he felt her softly
buck against him. She released him from her teeth as their rhythm began having
a positive effect on her. It was slow, for neither wanted it to end. In that
glorious moment, there where no horcruxes, no Voldemort, no war, nothing but
each other. Harry began to feel another feeling their passion created, he felt
his baggage begin to tighten and knew what was coming. He tried to hold back,
he did not want this experience to end, however he lost the battle quickly when
he felt the her walls close about him and tighten with what, he believed, was
her own release. Both of them shouted the names of the ones they loved the
most, each others.
Blackness over took them both quickly afterward
as they lay in each other’s arms crying. He remembered the morning after when
they woke up, cuddled so close to each other that if anyone had seen them they
would not have known where one ended and the other began. Until now, nether
ever spoke of it but many nights found them just as close to each other, taking
comfort from each other in a world that was out to kill them both.
*End Flashback*
From where he knelt next to Hermione
in the kitchen of Grimmauld place, he felt nothing but love for this wonderful
person. She choose Ron. Nuff said. He whispered in her ear the words she wanted
to hear, no matter his own feelings.
“I love you Hermione. The same way
you love me. I don’t honestly think either of them will understand what
happened during those nights. I know it was special to me. Special in ways I don’t think I will ever
understand. I don’t want to hurt them for something that I am not sorry for. I
am not sorry for what happened, I am not sorry we did it. I am absolutely sure
though that they just wont understand. I am not sure I understand what happened
those nights. I do know, I am always here for you if you need me. I think what
we need to do is simply go on with what we each have. I don’t want to feel
guilty for what we did, and I really don’t want you to feel guilty for it
either. I don’t want to pretend it did not happen because it was something I
don’t think I could ever forget. But I can assure you, I will never try to
force a repeat from you.”
She looked up at Harry with eyes
glazed over with tears and the knowledge of what he just said. “Harry…”
Taking her face in his hands he
leaned forward and softly kissed her forehead.
“Allow yourself to love Ron. We both know you love him. It was his name
you called out that night, not mine.”
Looking into her eyes he sees the
hurt she feels at his words. She does not remember calling out anyone’s name,
its apparent in her expression. Harry decided the secret of who’s name she
called will stay with him, anything for her. “Harry, no…”
“Its okay. I called out Ginnys. We
both know that we love other people. This moment we shared, more magical than
anything we have learned at Hogwarts, needs to be for both our sakes the only
moment between us and never mentioned again.” Harry smiled at her trying to
reassure her of his words. She wanted Ron, he would do the honorable thing and
walk away. It was not that hard a choice after he witnessed the kiss she gave
him during the battle when he mentioned the House Elves. He knew then it was
going to go this way, he was just putting the words there for her so she could
move on like she wanted to.
She lowers her head into the hallow
of his embrace and exhales a shuttering breath. It was going to be okay. He
understood so much more than she had thought he would. She was so lucky to have
him as her best friend. She so feared the awkwardness between the three of them
might ruin their friendships, and worst of all, the love lives they both
wanted.
“And, as an added promise, I will
let you be the first to tell Ron….” Her
head snaped up in fear and confusion at his words. The playful look on his face
does not register at first. “…that you are completely shaved.”
A moment of dead silence hits them
both. Her face a mix of fear and confusion and his a mix repressed laughter and
amusement.
“Harry. James. Potter. You. Are. An. Arse!” She screams at him while punctuating each
word by striking him. Harry simply laughs as she pummels him, which eventually
forces her to laugh as well. “Its purely for Hygiene!”
“Sure it is. Its always the brainy
ones.” Harry begins laughing so hard he falls over into his chair. After a few
moments with both of them holding their sides to kept the stitches out. Harry
begins talking again. It has felt like ages since he laughed.
“We okay now? I mean, now that we
have talked?” She looks over at him some of the laughter going out of her
eyes.
“Yeah. I think we are going to be
okay. I just wanted to get it out. With everything going on since his fall, we
have not seen a lot of you. Actually until you showed yourself at the Burrow,
Ron mentioned the only time anyone has seen you was at Fred’s Funeral.”
He sighed, and the laughing mood
was lost on him. “I have been to every funeral for each person how lost their
lives that day. The family members knew I was there. I sent word a head I would
be there but invisible. However I made sure to speak with each one before I
left in privet.”
“Harry, was what we shared why you have been pushing
Ginny away?” Harry looked at her.
“No, I don’t want her to get hurt.
I am afraid to let my guard down Hermione, If I do, people are going to start
dying again. The Death Eaters we did not seize that night are going to want
revenge. Look what happened to Neville parents. That was after Riddles fall the
first time, that’s why I was staking out the Burrow. Everyone thought they
where safe, and boom, two great Aurors driven insane and Neville left to live
with his Gran. She’s not safe with me. Being the one who, again,
defeated Riddle they will try to find me and anyone around me is going to get
caught in the cross fire. Unless I can find them first. Its one of the reasons
I am going to the trials. It makes it clear to all, good and bad, I am in
London. Ginny should be safe enough then. Since I have decided to give witness
on a couple of them, Kinsley is letting me off traveling assignments. Since
some of the spy’s wont be caught, its possible that any dark wizard on the run will
see that I am getting crash courses in the Ministry on paperwork and advance
Defense. This will bolster that I am here in London especially once I start
dropping it about.”
It was silent for a few minutes
while Hermione tried to digest what Harry had said. “Harry I understand how you
feel, but hiding away is not the answer. Of all people you need to relax, I am
not saying be foolhardy, but allow yourself to live a little. Maybe take her
out on a date or…”
Harry jumped to his feet and
screamed “NO! I would rather not have her in my life but live than live and
have her dead because of me!”
Hermione jumped back in her seat
and looked terrified at Harry. He reached up and ran his hand through his hair
and began pacing to calm himself down. “When I went on the run to face Riddle I
told you and Ron you did not have to come, Dumbledore wanted you too, and so
the three of us went. I broke it off with Ginny at the funeral because I did
NOT want her caught up in this. But there was a more important reason Hermione.
I left her because if she came with us, I don’t think I could have gone through
with it. I would have wanted to go on the run, permentatly. Maybe America or
just Run. If she was there, I don’t
think we would have made it through Godric’s Hollow. Much less made it through
Malfoy Manor. Then again, I don’t think it would have mattered, I would have
found a way to just leave.” He stopped pacing and began staring at the
wall.
“While I was playing dead, I heard
her scream my name. I almost lost it. I am surprised Hagrid did not feel me
jump. It was so painful. Inhuman suffering. When Neville struck down Nagini I
covered myself in the invisibility cloak and tried to protect her, I could not
get close, I was afraid of hitting friend while aiming for foe. When the
killing curse missed her by a shave, I thought my heart stopped. I can’t go
through that again Hermione. Living without her, as unbearable as it is for me,
is nothing compared to the thought of losing her forever.” Especially since
this is all there is left for me now.
“Harry…”
Hermione got up and held him. Harry
felt the tears begain and could not stop them or the emotions that rampaged
through his body. The last time he had crumbled like this was before Ron came
back, and that was some time ago. Hermione helped him to bed and held him close
to her while he cried until he finally succumbed to the darkness of sleep.
Hermione left him the next morning
to go back to the Burrow, he was still sleeping as she made her way out of the
house and apparated off the front step. She made her way to Ginny’s room to
tell her friend what she had learned. When Hermione entered the room Ginny
looked up at her hopefully.
“He’s okay, Grimmauld Place. Sorry
it took so long.” Ginny allowed herself to relax a little before she spoke,
“What’s wrong Hermione? This is not
how it was suppose to be. I thought with Voldemort dead, he would loosen up,
maybe spend the summer with us, well, me.
Doesn’t he love me anymore?”
Hermione sat down and took her
friend’s hands in her own. “He loves you too much. He’s afraid someone will
come after him and hurt you. He’s surrounded by fear and doing what he feels he
has to. He explained some of his feelings to me, and bear in mind I don’t agree
with a lot of his reasoning, but he does.”
“I cant lose him again, Not
after….Hogwarts….I cant do that again Hermione. You have got to help me, I’ll do anything, but I have to be with
him.”
“Give me some time, we will see
what we can do.”
“I thought the old Harry was back.
When he whispered…what he whispered to me otherwise I would not have let him
go. I can’t believe I let him do that to me.”
“Um, Ginny what did he whisper to
you? I mean, it looked like you had no intention of letting go and then you
jumped up. Even your Father walking in did not make you let go.”
Ginny blushed a dozen shades of red
before she answered in a small voice.
“He…he said he liked that I….had…you know, shaved…down there. Some of
the other girls in my year said it was better for you. Anyway he thought that
dad may not be enjoying the view as much as he was.”
Hermione was blushing too. From the
way he joked with her, she doubted he lying to her. “Maybe there is hope for
him yet….I think the old Harry is still there, under all the paranoia, but we
many have to dig deep to find him, but we will. I promise you.”
Authors Note:
Here you go, this story is apart of the Eight Shades
Universe and is considered to be the Second Shade. Currently my main focus is
on The Marauders Vanguard and the Master of Assassins but I will be posting
chapters and updating here as often as I can. Please feel free to read and
review as I enjoy the feedback.
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