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Harry Potter And The Twists Of Fate
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Category: Alternate Universe
Genres: Action/Adventure, Drama, Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Extreme Language, Sexual Situations, Violence
Story is Complete
Summary: What if the fates let Harry's parents live that night he got his scar, plus gave him a younger sister and become friends with the Weasleys, especially Ron earlier. What would be different?
Hitcount: Story Total: 209877; Chapter Total: 7027
Chapter37: Revealing the Bond
Harry slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to be lying down on a bed. He wondered where he was but his vision was blurry. He turned his head to look for his glasses but started to get dizzy. He unintentionally made a moaning sound as he shut his eyes tight to dispel the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.
He felt the bed sag as someone sat on it beside him. Then he opened his eyes to see a blurred face crowned with red staring down at him.
“Gin?” he asked, his voice sounding a bit hoarse.
A gentle laugh came out of the person above him as he felt his glasses being placed gently on his face.
“Sorry, lover boy,” the person said, “it’s just me.”
His vision cleared so that he saw the person above him was his sister. Harry saw that white curtains had been drawn around his bed. He must be in the Hospital wing.
Harry smiled, “Hi, sis. How’re you doing?”
“It’s not me you should worry about, big brother,” Rose said, her voice suddenly serious, “It’s you and your girl.”
“Ginny!” Harry said, “Where is she?” He stretched out his mind and then he sighed as he felt her nearby.
“She’s in the next bed, Harry,” Rose said, “Asleep, just like you were a while ago. What happened, Harry? You and Ginny just collapsed right after we got Wormtail.”
“I really don’t know, sis,” Harry said, “I suddenly felt weak and dizzy then I blacked out. Just before I lost it, I felt her getting dizzy, too.”
Just then, Madame Pomfrey pecked in through a gap in the curtains. “Ah, good, you’re awake, Mr. Potter,” she said, “Move aside, Miss Potter. I must examine your brother now he is awake.”
The nurse stepped inside the area and ran her wand over Harry after muttering a spell.
“Well, you appear to be in perfect health, Mr. Potter,” she said, “for someone who has been unconscious for several days.”
Harry’s eyes widened, “Several days? Sis, how long have I been unconscious?”
“Well, er,” Rose said, “We went after Wormtail Sunday evening, Harry. It’s now afternoon of the second Monday after. You and Ginny have been unconscious the whole time.”
“Eight days?” Harry said, “We’ve been asleep for eight days? What happened to us? Did the Headmaster say anything?”
“Well, Harry,” Rose said, “When you two fell unconscious, Remus and Sirius levitated you both onto a pair of stretchers and brought you here. Professor Dumbledore and Dad came and asked us, me, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, to leave. The twins were kept here for observation after they were healed from the damage the Whomping Willow had caused them. We camped out in the corridor all night. Professors McGonagall and Snape went in as well. No one told us anything until the next morning. Then, Professor Dumblodore just said you and Ginny needed to sleep. He never gave us a reason for that.”
Harry looked at Madame Pomfrey with a questioning gaze.
“I can’t tell you anything, Mr. Potter,” the nurse said, “not without the headmaster’s permission. He did ask me to inform him when either you or Miss Weasley woke up. I must go call him now. Maybe he’ll explain it to you.” She left them then.
Harry turned back to Rose, “So, Fred and George are all right?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rose said, “they only suffered a few bruises and lumps that Madame Pomfrey cured easily. She just kept them in for one night just to make sure. They did try to stay more by pretending to still be in pain. Madame Pomfrey gave a wave of her wand and pushed them out of the ward. They sulked for about a day but quickly recovered when some of their classmates asked about their encounter with the Whomping Willow. It made them instant celebrities.” Rose laughed, “Now, the story gets bigger and bigger every time it gets retold.”
Harry grinned, “That’s just like them.”
“Harry, where are you?” He heard Ginny call him in his mind. She still sounded sleepy.
“Don’t worry, Gin. I’m right in the next bed. How are you?” Harry turned momentarily to Rose, “Ginny’s awake now. I’m asking her how she feels.”
“I feel stiff and wooly,” Ginny replied, “like I’ve been sleeping for a whole week.”
“That’s because you did, Gin, or we did.”
“Huh, we did?” Ginny said, “Why?”
“I don’t know, Ginny, but Dumbledore might. Madame Pomfrey called him to tell him one of us was awake.”
“Do you think this has something to do with the Bond, Harry?”
“I don’t know, Gin. Maybe it does. We’ll just have to wait for Dumbledore.”
Harry turned to Rose, “Er, sis, could you pull back the curtains? I’d like to see Ginny for myself.”
Rose smirked as she stood up and drew the curtains back from their frame, revealing another set of curtains. She drew them back, too.
Harry now saw Ginny lying in another hospital bed.
“Morning, sleepy head, or rather, good afternoon,” he said to her, smiling. He felt stronger now.
Ginny smiled back, “Hey, hello to you, too.”
Just then, Dumbledore arrived in the Hospital Wing and smiled as he approached them, “Ah, I see our hero and heroine are awake.”
Harry and Ginny both blushed.
“Er, what are you talking about, Professor?” Ginny said, “I can’t be a heroine. I was the one being rescued.”
“Well, my dear Ginevra,” Dumbledore said, “It was the two of you who captured Pettigrew. In spite of the circumstances at the beginning, in the end, it was you and Harry who did the deed.”
The ward’s doors opened again, this time letting in Arthur, Molly, James, Remus and Sirius.
“Dad! Sirius! Remus!” Harry said.
“Mum! Dad!” Ginny cried.
The Weasley elders hugged Ginny while James clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. They then conjured some chairs to sit in between the two beds.
“Dad, how’s Mum and the twins?” Harry asked. He noticed his dad had dark circles under his eyes.
“She was a bit upset when she heard what you guys did,” James said, “but the twins have been keeping us awake so she’s had little time to think about it. Now, I’d like to know how you knew Ginny had been attacked and abducted right at the moment it happened.”
Harry turned to Ginny, “What do we do, Gin?”
“I guess we’ll have to be honest with our parents, Harry and tell them about the Bond. After all, we told Rose and Hermione.”
“I guess you’re right, Ginny. I hope they don’t make a big deal about this. Wait, I’ll ask Professor Dumbledore to help us.”
“Ask him to call Ron and Hermione, Harry. She found some useful information on the Bond. I think it’s best we tell Ron while our parents are here. That way, he won’t react like he did last New Years.”
“All right, Gin.”
Harry turned to Dumbledore though he noticed the other adults looking strangely at him and Ginny.
“Er, Professor, could you have Ron and Hermione come down to join us? It would be best for them to hear this, too.”
“Of course, Harry,” Dumbledore said. He turned to Remus, “Remus, would you please ask Ron and Hermione to join us? I believe they’re in the Gryffindor Common Room.”
“All right, Headmaster,” Remus said and he left the hospital wing.
Dumbledore turned back to Harry, “Harry, I gather you have decided to tell your parents about the Bond.”
“Yes, professor,” Harry said, “Ginny and I have both decided that.”
“Bond? What bond?” Molly asked.
“How did you two decide that?” James asked, “You’ve only just awakened and barely had a chance to talk.”
“James, Molly, please,” Dumbledore said, “All will be explained once Remus brings Ronald and Miss Granger here.”
Harry and Ginny both sat up in their beds. The others lapsed into silence that lasted only a few minutes before Ron and Hermione came hurrying in with Remus. Unfortunately, Fred, George, Neville and Ti also came with them.
“Harry, Ginny,” Hermione said, “You’re both finally awake. Are you all right?”
Ron also had a relieved but concerned look on his face, “You had us worried there for quite a bit. Are you two really all right?”
“Yeah, bro,” Ginny said, smiling, “We’re fine, just a little stiff from being in bed for so long.”
Fred and George grinned at them. Neville and Ti, looking relieved that their friends were all right and awake, smiled at Harry and Ginny.
Harry also smiled at them, but he looked at Ginny, “Er, Gin, shall we tell your other brothers and Ti and Neville as well?”
“We’ll have to, Harry. They’re here already. Fred and George would badger or prank us if we made them leave. I’m sure Ti and Neville won’t say anything.”
“All right, I guess it’s time to be honest. I want all our family and closest friends to know we trust them.”
Dumbledore called their attention, “Well, Harry, Ron and Hermione are here, though with a few other people than you intended.”
“That’s all right, professor,” Harry said, “They’d find out anyway somehow later. Ginny and I have agreed to tell them all. However, could you make sure what we reveal won’t leave this area?”
“Of course, Harry,” Dumbledore said. He raised his wand and warded the entire area, casting spells to shield them from eavesdroppers.
“All right, Albus,” Molly said, “Now, what is going on with my daughter and Harry?”
“Well, Molly,” Dumbledore said, “I believe what happened to Harry and Ginny after the confrontation with Pettigrew is related to James’ question of how Harry knew Ginny was in trouble. You see, these two wonderful young people are in the midst of forming a Soul Bond.”
“A Soul Bond, Albus?” Arthur asked, “I’ve heard something of that. Isn’t that formed by means of a magical ritual, a complex and powerful ritual?”
“That’s the usual way, Arthur,” Dumbledore said, “but there are a few instances where this form of magical binding forms naturally.”
“How, Albus?” James asked, “How can that happen? What exactly is a Soul Bond?”
“Well, James,” Dumbledore said, “through a certain set of circumstances or by means of a magical ritual, two people who have fallen in love with each other at a young age bind their souls and magic together for all eternity. It allows them to read each others feelings and thoughts and even sense each other over long distances. Though I must admit, Harry having felt Ginny’s predicament here at Hogwarts all the way from London is the farthest distance over which I have heard that occur.”
“But, Albus,” Molly said, “what exact circumstances allowed Harry and Ginny to form a bond like that without any ritual? Does that mean that they already love each other that deeply?”
“Yes, Molly,” Dumbledore said, smiling and a twinkle gleaming in his eye, “I believe so. It would have to be a true love of great strength and depth for the bonding process to begin. The natural Soul Bond forms over a period of time, usually over several months. As to the circumstances required, I believe Miss Granger has been researching about the Bond for a few weeks now and has found some interesting facts.”
Hermione’s face went crimson at Dumbledore’s statement.
Ron looked at Hermione in surprise then anger, “You knew? You knew what was happening to them and you didn’t tell me?”
“They told me, Ronald!” Hermione said to him, angry herself at his reaction, “Harry and Ginny told me and Rose just after Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t tell you without their permission.”
Ron now glared at Harry and Ginny, “Why couldn’t you tell me, especially you, Ginny? Is this Bond the reason you two are together?”
Ginny glared back at Ron, “No, Ron! We are together because we love each other. The Bond simply formed because of that love and what happened in the Chamber.”
“The Chamber of Secrets?” Molly asked, “What has that horrible place got to do with the Bond?”
“Um, everything, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione said, “The set of circumstances where a natural Soul Bond is formed was fulfilled by what happened in the Chamber that night Harry rescued Ginny.”
She pulled some parchment out of her bag before continuing, “You see, according to the book Magical Bonds, both by ritual and nature, naturally formed Soul Bonds have several requirements that must be fulfilled in order for one to form. First, a wizard and witch who are very strong in magical power fall in love with each other at a young age, usually before the age of twelve. Second, an incident occurs where the wizard saves the witch he loves from a deadly fate at the peril of his own life. Third, and most important, they are unaware of the other’s feelings at the time of the incident. The Bond starts to form during the incident, usually when they touch each other while he saves her.”
“Wow,” Sirius said, “I’d say that thing in the Chamber sure counts as Harry saving Ginny ‘at the peril of his own life’, doesn’t it?”
“So, does that mean they have been in love with each other even before last year?” Molly asked. “They aren’t just in puppy love or infatuation?”
Harry’s and Ginny’s cheeks turned pink at Molly’s question.
Dumbledore smiled again, “It would appear their love is real, Molly. As I have said, a Soul Bond would only form in the presence of true love. It is a manifestation of a love that will last their whole lives.”
“But, they’re so young, Albus,” Molly said.
“Ah, Molly, love does not know any age limits,” Dumbledore said, “It finds you whether you are nine or ninety. Love at such a young age as theirs is a truly precious thing.”
“Er, professor,” Harry said to Dumbledore, “you said earlier that what happened to us after we got Wormtail is related to the Bond. So, what happened to Ginny and me? Why did we get dizzy then black out? Why were we asleep for more than a week?”
“Well, Harry,” Dumbledore said, “the Bond increases the magical power of the two people who are bonded to each other. It also allows them to share their magical energy, letting them cast even more powerful spells. However, doing this can be exhausting, especially the first time. I believe physical contact is required to do it the first time.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry said, “we linked hands just before we cast our spells. We felt a shock pass between us then. There was still a tingle after Wormtail was down. We still had our hands linked, only letting go when we started to get dizzy.”
Dumbledore looked thoughtful, “That shock may have been your magical energy being shared with each other. Did you concentrate very hard on the spells you cast, Harry, Ginny?
“Um, I think so, Professor,” Harry said, index finger and thumb touching his chin as he tried to remember, “I was worried that my reductor curse wouldn’t move the bed enough so I concentrated very hard as I cast it.”
“I also concentrated on my spell, sir,” Ginny said, “I’d cast a stunner at him earlier and it didn’t affect him much so I wanted it to be stronger.”
“Ah,” Dumbledore said, “That confirms my supposition. In concentrating as much power into your spells as you could, you both exhausted your magical reserves. That’s why you both fell unconscious afterwards. That’s also the reason why you both slept for this long. Your bodies needed rest to recharge your magic. Your having awakened now is a sign that your magical reserves are fully restored.”
“Does that mean we can get out of here, Professor?” Ginny asked.
Dumbledore smiled, “Ah, now that I leave to Madame Pomfrey. She’s the expert on health. I dare not step into her domain.”
Molly moved then to hug Ginny, then Harry.
“Oh, Harry,” she said, tears starting to form in her eyes, as she hugged him fiercely, “I’ve known Ginny liked you a lot since she was about eight or nine, but I didn’t know you felt the same.”
“Er, I only realized it lately, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry said, his voice muffled by being pressed against the plump Weasley matriarch, “but I guess I was having those feelings for quite a bit longer.”
“Now, Harry, dear,” Molly said, “you’ll have to learn to call me Molly. Of course, not until you’re out of school and you and Ginny are married.”
Harry’s eyes grew wide, “Er, I don’t think you need to worry about that for several years, Mrs. Weasley. I intend to be working for a living before asking Ginny to marry me.”
Harry felt Ginny’s mental squeal and warring emotions of disappointment for waiting that long and pride over his mature decision. He could hear the twins and Sirius snickering somewhere in the background. His own father had a smirk on his face.
Molly smiled, “I’m happy to hear that, Harry.” She turned to her husband, “Say something, Arthur.”
“Well,” Arthur said, “I’m a bit overwhelmed to know that, at her young age, Ginny is already in a committed relationship where marriage is inevitable. However, knowing Harry as well as I do, and knowing his parents, I am very happy for the two of them.”
He looked at James, smiling, “Well, James, in a few years, we’ll really be family.”
James smiled back, “It won’t be that different, Arthur. We’ve already felt like family for years. Lily and I have never had the chance to say how grateful we have been for you and your family. Aside from Sirius and Remus, we haven’t really anyone else. I’m glad for that.”
“Hear, hear,” Rose, Fred and George said together, grins on their faces. Everybody laughed at that, at least, almost everybody.
As most of the people in the ward separated to talk, Harry noticed Ti sitting by himself on another bed, a lost look on his face.
“Hey, Ti,” he called the younger boy, “Come over here.”
Ti slowly walked up to him, an uncertain look on his face.
“Hey, why the long face?” Harry asked.
“Er, I’m just not used to seeing so much happy emotions,” Ti said.
Harry frowned, “I don’t think that’s the reason, Ti. Please, be honest with me. I’m your friend. I won’t get mad.”
Ti looked down at his feet, his arms behind his back, “Well, it’s just that you let me hear about this Bond thing you have with Ginny and I’m not even part of either of your families. I’ve never really experienced the kind of closeness you all seem to have.”
Harry placed a hand on Ti’s shoulder, “I’m sorry if you’ve never had that kind of feeling, Ti,” he said, “but I’d like you to know that, since you’re with Sirius, you’re a part of this family, all of it.”
Ti looked at him for a moment then smiled, “Thanks, Harry. That means a lot to me right now.” Then he was called by Fred and George and walked over to them.
A hand clasped Harry’s shoulder in turn. Harry looked up to see Sirius’ beaming face.
“Thanks, Harry,” Sirius, “I’m glad you feel that way about Ti. He’s a great kid. It’s a wonder he turned out the way he is when he was raised by Lucius Malfoy.”
“Well, I’m glad he’s with you, Sirius,” Harry said, “You need someone to show you there’s more to life than dating every witch with a pretty face.”
Sirius turned red, “Hey! I haven’t dated anyone for the last couple of years. They just didn’t have what I was looking for.”
“Maybe because you found her already, Sirius,” Ginny said, walking up to them and sitting on Harry’s bed, “That Sam seemed nice. She still seems to like you, Sirius.”
“How the bloody hell did you…..” Sirius started to say, “Oh, it’s that bond thing, isn’t it? You saw her through Harry, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, Sirius,” Harry said, “she did. That’s one of the things the Bond allows us to do. It was weird at first when it started to show. We couldn’t separate what was in front of us from what the other was seeing. It was like some strange form of double vision. But lately, we’ve been able to turn from one to the other with some effort. Now, we’re getting away from what I wanted to say. You should try to ask her out again, Sirius.”
“Yes, Sirius,” Ginny said, “I think she still cares for you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have minded you being in the same room.”
Sirius sighed, “You really think so?” he asked.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Remus said from behind him, “Go see her, Padfoot. I know you’re worried about her being in danger from Death Eaters because you’re an auror. At least tell her that and let her decide for herself. If she wants to resume your relationship, don’t refuse her. It’s not often one finds love these days.”
Sirius looked at them with a thoughtful expression on his face, “All right. I’ll try.” After a few seconds of silence, he turned back to Harry, “Now enough of me, tell me, oh glorious godson, what have you and Ginny been up to since you got together? Been meeting up in any broom closets for a quick snog?”
Harry and Ginny turned crimson.
“Er, not exactly,” Harry said, “Being able to talk to each other mentally helps to stave off the need to always be with each other. Of course, we do try to eat together and do other stuff together when we can get the time.”
Someone snorted and the group looked to see Ron smirking at them, with the twins, Rose, Neville and Hermione beside him, amused expressions on their faces.
“When you can get the time?” Ron asked, “Honestly, if it wasn’t for classes and having to sleep in separate dorms, these two would be with each other every single second. You know they actually walk around holding hands, even while eating? It’s quite disgusting, really. OW! Hey, what’d you do that for?” He was rubbing the back of his head where Hermione had hit him. The bushy haired girl was glaring at him.
“Honestly, Ron, you’re the most tactless, insensitive person I know. Imagine, telling on your sister and best friend. That is between them.”
Ron scowled, “Yeah, well, they don’t have to let me see that, especially when they’re kissing. It looks like they’re trying to suck each other’s tonsils out. OW! Hey, cut that out, Hermione!” He was rubbing his right shin, which Hermione had just kicked.
“That’s for continuing to be insensitive and embarrassing Harry and Ginny,” Hermione said, still glaring at him, her hands on her hips, “Really, Ron.”
Ron sat down on Ginny’s bed, fuming. Fred and George were grinning. Rose had a smirk on her face, as did Neville.
Neville then spoke up, “Harry, I really appreciate being part of the group you and Ginny told about the Bond.”
Harry smiled, “Of course, Nev. You’re our friend. Plus, you’re part of the New Marauders. We’re glad to have you as part of our little circle.”
“Yeah,” Fred said, “we New Marauders…”
“….should stick together,” George finished.
“That’s right,” Rose said, “together through thick and thin.”
Just then, Molly came over to them, “Where’s Percy? I expected he’d have been with you to see his sister after she’d waken up from a week-long coma.”
Fred and George’s faces darkened.
“Well, Mum,” Fred said, “He was studying at a table in the Common Room when Professor Lupin came to get Ron and Hermione and told us that Harry and Ginny were awake. We expected him to follow us.”
“But,” George said, a scowl now on his face, “the git simply asked the Professor if Ginny was all right. When he was told she was otherwise fine, he just went back to reading his stupid Charms textbook. I know it’s his NEWTS year, but for Merlin’s sake, Ginny’s his only sister.”
“Yeah,” Ron said, “We’ve been worried sick about Harry and Ginny this whole week and Perfect Percy, Big Head Boy, hadn’t even bothered visiting the Hospital wing just once.”
“Ron!” Molly said, “Please, don’t say that about Percy. I’m sure he was also worried. He probably thought that there’s nothing he could do and decided to use his time constructively rather than worrying needlessly. After all, Albus had already reassured us Harry and Ginny were in no danger.” In spite of her words defending her third son, Molly’s mouth was set in a straight line.
“Whatever, Mum,” Ron said, “I’m not concerned with that git if he can’t take even five minutes to visit with his family.”
Molly didn’t say anything more but Harry knew that Percy’s blasé attitude about his sister’s condition had not set well with his mother. He hoped the stuck up idiot wouldn’t regret it.
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