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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: 220723; Chapter Total: 6916
Chapter 38: A Potter’s promise
Madame Pomfrey soon came and had the others leave the ward while she examined Harry and Ginny again. After several minutes, she declared them fit to leave the hospital wing and join the others for dinner in the Great Hall.
Harry and Ginny felt relief as they walked down the corridors with their friends and family. Then, Harry remembered something.
He turned to his father, “Dad, what happened to Wormtail after Ginny and I got him?”
James looked uncomfortable, “Well, son, um, Sirius called for some more aurors and they took him to the holding cells at the Ministry. The next day, Umbridge had him sent back to Azkaban. Um, the dementors gave him the Kiss as soon as he got there.”
“What!” Harry was so shocked he stopped walking. He could feel Ginny was shocked, too. Everybody stopped walking, too, staring at the scene unfolding.
“But, Mr…,er, James,” Ginny said, “were you able to question him?”
“Yeah, Dad,” Harry said, “he said something about Voldemort rewarding him for killing him now that old Voldiemold was back.”
“He did?” James said, now stunned.
“Yes, he did!” Harry cried, “He could have told us where old snakeskin is. Why didn’t you question him that night?”
Sirius placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, “I’m sorry, Harry. I was the auror here. I should have tried to ask him questions before carting him off to Ministry. But, between worrying he might transform to his animagus form and worrying about you and Ginny, I acted more like the worried Godfather than the responsible auror.”
James sighed, “I’m sorry, too, Harry.” He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes with one hand, “I came here as soon as I could leave your mother and the twins. I should have made that toad, Umbridge, let us interrogate him before shipping him back to Azkaban. I also was worried about you, and Ginny and I was angry at him at the time for trying to harm you kids.”
Harry sighed, “It’s all right, Dad. There’s nothing that can be done now. We just lost an opportunity to find out about Voldemort’s plans.” He noticed that they had come to the main staircase. “I’m going back to Gryffindor Tower. I don’t feel hungry right now.” He headed up the stairs to the seventh floor and the Portrait Hole, practically running.
James watched his son flee toward Gryffindor Tower. He looked around at the remaining people in the corridor. Sirius and Remus had sorry looks on their faces. The Weasleys had looks of shock on their faces. The kids looked uncertainly at each other, obviously unsure of what had happened. All of them, except one.
Ginny glared at him and Sirius and took off after Harry.
James sighed as he watched her run after his distressed son, unable to erase from his memory the look of disappointment he had seen in the eyes of his almost-daughter-in-law.
James turned back to the group.
“James?” Arthur asked, his voice a little unsteady, “What did Harry mean? What was that about Voldemort being back? He can’t be, can he? I mean, Harry got rid of him that night.”
James sighed again, “I think we better go to Albus’ office, Arthur. There’s something I think you should know now that Harry’s bonded to Ginny. Remus, please call Albus up to his office.”
He turned to the other children, “You kids better go on to the Great Hall. Don’t ask questions for now, please.”
“Now even you guys have secrets,” Rose said, “Fine. I’ll talk to Harry and Ginny later.” She stomped off down the stairs.
Hermione and Ron looked at them then up the stairs where Harry and Ginny had gone and finally followed Rose. Neville, Ti and the twins looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and descended the stairs.
James turned back to the Weasleys, “Come on, Arthur, Molly. Let’s go.”
Ginny followed Harry up to Gryffindor Tower. When she climbed in through the Portrait Hole, she found Harry seated on their favorite couch in front of the fireplace. She walked over and sat down beside him.
“Harry?” she called into his mind. She thought he wouldn’t have responded if she had tried to say something verbally.
Still, he didn’t answer her, but just sat there staring at the fire.
After a few minutes, she had enough and said in his mind, “Harry, answer me or you’ll feel my Bat bogey hex!”
Finally, Harry said, “Why is he after me, Gin?”
Surprised by the question, Ginny stared at him, “What?!”
Harry turned to face her, “This is the fourth time Voldemort’s or some flunky of his has tried to kill me. Why? I was only a baby the first time. He didn’t kill my parents yet he tried to kill me. Wormtail said he’d be rewarded for killing me. WHY? Why is it so important for Voldemort to kill me? I’m only a kid!” He buried his head in his hands.
Ginny could feel the anguish and turmoil rolling off him. She embraced him and placed her head on his shoulder, at the same time sent feelings of sympathy and comfort to him,
“I don’t know, Harry. Whatever the reason, you shouldn’t let it bother you. Professor Dumbledore and your parents will protect you. You’re safe here at Hogwarts or Potter Manor.”
He turned in her arms to face her, “I guess. But I’m not worried just for me. There’s you, too. With our bond, if I died, you’d die too. I don’t want that to happen.”
Ginny tightened her embrace, “I don’t care, Harry! I don’t want to go on without you. I’d rather die.”
Harry smiled, “Well, I guess there’s only one thing we can do. We’d have to be ready if anyone tried to get at me again.”
“So, we’ll go on with our training?” Ginny asked him.
“Yeah,” Harry said, “I’m sure Dad will agree with that. We’ll have to find a way to use this extra power we have without passing out.”
“Yes, we should. I wouldn’t want to have to be sent to St. Mungo’s.”
Just then, Harry’s stomach let out a growl felt by both of them. Ginny giggled, “I thought you weren’t hungry.”
Harry grinned, “I guess my body knows me better than I thought. I don’t feel like eating in the Great Hall. After the stares I got the last two years after that thing with the Stone and the Chamber, I don’t want to go there. How about a trip to the Kitchens?”
“The Kitchens? Can you get in there?” she asked.
“Dad told me how to before I came here. Come on.”
Harry got up and took Ginny’ hand in his. Together, they left Gryffindor Tower for the Kitchens. Harry showed Ginny how to get in by tickling the pear on the picture covering the entrance.
When they entered the Kitchens, Harry was almost tackled by a blubbering small object.
“Oh, the great Harry Potter has come to visit Dobby!” a high-pitched voice sounded from the object now clasped around Harry’s legs.
“Dobby! What are you doing here?” Harry asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise at finding the house elf in Hogwarts.
“Does not Harry Potter know?” Dobby asked, a bit sad, “Professor Dumbledore hired Dobby after Halloween. No one would hire a free elf for pay, but Dumbledore found Dobby and offered him work at Hogwarts. He offered me three galleons a month and weekends off, but Dobby haggled him down to two galleons and one weekend a month off.” Dobby said the last with pride.
“So this is Dobby,” Ginny said. She knelt down and offered her hand to the house elf, “Hi, Dobby. I’m Ginny Weasley, a good friend of Harry. I’ve heard so much about you and I’m glad to finally meet you.”
“Oh, what a great witch you are, Miss Wheezy,” Dobby said, eyeing her hand with tears in his eyes, “You are like the noble Harry Potter, befriending a worthless, lazy house elf like me.”
Harry shook his head and placed a hand on Dobby’s shoulder, “Now listen to me, Dobby. You are not worthless and lazy. You are my friend and I will not have anyone speak like that about my friend, not even you. Is that clear?”
Dobby nodded his head, “Oh, yes, Harry Potter. What can Dobby do for Harry Potter and Miss Wheezy?”
“Well, we did come here to have a little dinner,” Harry said, “can you get some food for us, Dobby? We’ll bring them to eat in our common room.”
Dobby nodded his head vigorously, “Of course, Harry Potter. But you and Miss Wheezy can eat here. There is a perfectly good table here.” He waved a hand and a table with two chairs appeared in front of them.
Harry looked at Ginny. “What do you think, Ginny?”
“Well, I guess we can, Harry. At least, we don’t have to take just sandwiches with us.”
Harry turned back to Dobby, “All right, Dobby. We’ll eat here. Oh, one more thing, call me Harry, just Harry. As I said before, you’re my friend and my friends just call me Harry.”
The house elf blinked tears from his eyes and hugged Harry again, “Oh, thank you, thank you, Harry, sir. You is so good to Dobby.” He then backed away and ran off to get some food.
Harry shook his head, his face red with embarrassment over the enthusiastic house elf. Ginny giggled.
Harry extended his hand to Ginny, “Shall we, m’lady?”
Ginny giggled again, taking his hand, “Of course, my lord.”
The two young people walked to the table, where Harry gallantly helped Ginny sit down.
Meanwhile, in the Headmaster’s office, James, Molly, Arthur were seated around the desk, gazing at the figure of Sybil Trelawney recede into Dumbledore’s pensieve. Dumbledore was seated in his usual chair behind the desk. Sirius and Remus were standing off to one side, grave expressions on their faces, while McGonagall was stiffly standing behind Dumbledore, her mouth a thin line.
Molly and Arthur slumped back in their chairs, evidently stunned.
Arthur looked at James and Dumbledore, “Are you sure Harry’s the one mentioned?”
“At first, Arthur,” Dumbledore said, “he was one of two possible children. But after Voldemort attacked James and his family, Harry became the one as Voldemort had marked him as his equal. Now that Voldemort has returned, it will only be a matter of time before Harry has to face him, a confrontation only one of them will walk away from.”
Molly soon had tears flowing down his cheek, “That poor boy!” she wailed, “My poor Ginny.” She turned to collapse in Arthur’s arms.
As he comforted his wife, Arthur looked at Dumbledore, “Albus, are you sure that V-v-You-know-Who is back?”
“Yes, Arthur,” Dumbledore said, his voice heavy with worry, “I’m afraid he is. All the signs are there. I had hoped he would not recover his body and his powers for a few more years, enough time for Harry to get ready while enjoying his school years.”
“Albus,” Arthur said, “What will being bonded with Harry mean for Ginny, in the light of this?”
“Well, Arthur,” Dumbledore said, “on one hand, she will give Harry far more power than he would have by himself. Hopefully, it will be enough to let him defeat Voldemort for good. On the other hand, it means Ginny will most likely be right beside Harry in the coming war. And if Harry is somehow defeated, she will not survive him long.”
“Albus!” Molly said, “I will not allow my daughter to be part of this if that may happen.”
Dumbledore sighed, “It’s a bit too late for that, Molly. Once she bonded to Harry, she became part of his destiny.”
“Molly,” Arthur said, “Knowing your daughter as you do, do you honestly think you can keep her away from Harry now?
Molly shook her head, tears again flowing down her cheeks.
“How does Harry cope with it?” Arthur asked.
James looked sheepishly at him, “Er, he doesn’t know about the Prophecy yet.”
“JAMES POTTER!” Molly shouted as she jumped out of her chair, drew her wand and advanced on the auror, causing James to leap out of his own chair, “How could you keep something like this from your own son? I should hex you just on principle.”
James backed up against the wall as Molly closed on him. Boy, she and Lily were really scaring when angry.
“Er, I didn’t want him to be bothered by the Prophecy, Molly,” he said, “We wanted him to have a normal childhood before thinking about it. We all thought that there would be time to deal with Voldemort once Harry had finished school.”
“Who is ‘we’, James?” Arthur asked.
“Um, Lily and me,” James said, “with the agreement of Albus.”
Molly turned around and pointed her wand at Dumbledore, “How could you make such a grave error in judgment, Albus? How could you keep such a thing secret from Harry?”
Dumbledore sighed, “I’m afraid, Molly, that just point out that I am human like the rest of us, capable of making mistakes.”
The room became silent for several minutes. Finally, Remus spoke up, “Well, we’re pretty sure now that Voldemort is back. What do we do, Albus?”
“We’ll have to go back to what we were doing before Harry defeated him, Remus,” Dumbledore said, sitting up straight and looking at them, “I’m reforming the Order. You, Arthur, James and Sirius find as many of the old crowd as you can find. For now just tell them that they are needed again to battle evil from the shadows. We will need a base of operations other than Hogwarts. I don’t want to place the students here in danger. Sirius, could we use your house?”
“Um, I guess so, Albus,” Sirius said, “However, Ti will be going there for the summer vacation. What do we do then?”
“Ah, I believe he may want to visit his friends for the summer,” Dumbledore said, “I’m sure Harry and Rose will be happy to have him come over, right, James?”
James smiled, “I believe so, Albus.”
“Speaking of Harry,” Arthur said, “Now that V-v-voldemort is back, Harry will need to be prepared to eventually fight him.”
“Don’t worry, Arthur,” James said, “I’ve already started giving him some extra training since last summer. I think the twins, Ron and Ginny have been joining them especially in learning muggle martial arts. I think we’ll step up his work this summer and include the others in the spell work, especially Ginny. Sirius and I will make a program to help Harry and Ginny harness their combined strength.”
“Will it be enough, James?” Molly asked, “Will it be enough so Harry can win and live? I don’t want to lose my daughter.”
James stepped up to the Weasley matriarch, a determined look in his eyes, “I’ll make a promise to you, Molly. You know a Potter never breaks his promise. I promise you that I will make sure Harry is ready to fight Voldemort when the time comes; fight him, win and live so that he and Ginny can give us plenty of grandchildren to spoil.”
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