Search:

SIYE Time:13:09 on 16th June 2021


Reunion
By sapphire200182

- Text Size +

Category: Post-HBP
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Angst, Romance
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: PG
Reviews: 8
Summary: She wants him, but she doesn’t want a hero. She doesn’t want a saviour of the world. She doesn’t want a grizzled old warrior or Auror. She doesn’t want a Chosen One…just Harry. Just the Harry she knew, before all this…
Hitcount: Story Total: 5023



Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work.



Author's Notes:
Most fics focus on the crisis of war, focus on the angst of separation, focus on the pain and heartbreak of Harry being away from Ginny while he hunts for the Horcruxes…well, there’s pain in the reunion too.

When our loved ones have been away for a long while, sometimes…we wonder how they have changed. Not just physical changes, like hair growth, height, weight…sometimes we wonder…are they still the same people on the inside? Or has a complete stranger returned to our embraces?

We will never find out till they’re back. And then it might be too late...




ChapterPrinter


Reunion

Summary: She wants him, but she doesn’t want a hero. She doesn’t want a saviour of the world. She doesn’t want a grizzled old warrior or Auror. She doesn’t want a Chosen One…just Harry. Just the Harry she knew, before all this…

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own JK Rowling’s work, nor do I intend to benefit monetarily from my usage of her work in this original work of fiction. Everything else you recognise here is open-source.

Author’s Note: Most fics focus on the crisis of war, focus on the angst of separation, focus on the pain and heartbreak of Harry being away from Ginny while he hunts for the Horcruxes…well, there’s pain in the reunion too.

When our loved ones have been away for a long while, sometimes…we wonder how they have changed. Not just physical changes, like hair growth, height, weight…sometimes we wonder…are they still the same people on the inside? Or has a complete stranger returned to our embraces?

We will never find out till they’re back. And then it might be too late...

Dedications: To all the men and women who are away from their friends, family, loved ones and partners right now…stay true to yourself, stay faithful to your spouse, stay the same way you are, because you are always loved and missed by someone, whether you know it or not.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Act 1: Just Be Yourself

The Burrow.


It had been a year since he’d gone. A long year, filled with hardship and anguish and pain and terror and loss. Oh, what loss.

She stood at the window, the one overlooking the garden. Oh, the loss. The loss of childhood, the loss of friends, the loss of innocence…

Her eyes saw nothing. Her ears heard nothing. Her body felt nothing, nor did she smell anything. And yet she saw everything with her mind’s eye.

How she wanted him to come back. He was tearing himself apart these long, long months away from home.

Home? Home.

Yes, the Burrow was home to him. He’d told her that himself. Oh, how she wanted to be by his side, to hold him, to comfort him, to reassure him, to guide him, to provide a single, rejuvenating shelter of peace and tranquility in a world where turmoil, chaos and bloodshed were the acknowledged Masters of daily life.

She stared out the window, trying to think happy thoughts. How would he return? Striding through the doorway, proud and straight-backed? Bandaged in multiple dressings? With a weary, haunted look in his eye? With half a body? With a cold, cynical glint in his eye, or a stony heart, or wooden stumps for legs, or a magical eyeball?

She wanted him, but she didn’t want a hero.

She didn’t want a hero. She didn’t want a warrior. She didn’t want a saviour of the world. She didn’t want a Chosen One. She didn’t want a Boy-Who-Lived. She didn’t want a friend, nor a chap, nor a companion, nor a brother…just Harry. Just the Harry she knew in school, before the Order, before the war, before all this…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Interlude I

She sat combing her hair and gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Ginny’s job as a Healer throughout the war had prevented her from bothering much about her appearance as she ran about looking after patients and trying to solve medical cases which generally involved a comatose patient, a frustrated Healer and a dozen different jinxes cast by a dozen different Death Eaters.

She chided herself as she put down the brush. It was not funny, and Ginny knew that. She had seen the horrors…they revisited her every night. How many corpses and cadavers had she tended to now? They lingered in her memories; bright young wizards and witches who were now remembered only by their grief-stricken relatives and this young Healer’s mind.

She vowed she would never forget them.

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled her ruminations. Slowly, she reached for her wand…

“It’s me, Ginny,” said that familiar voice.

Ginny felt the familiar swooning feeling in her belly, the rush of blood in her veins and the pounding of her heart. Her fluttering fingers fumbled with the latch and doorknob.

Thump…thump…thump…thump… thump…thump…

She threw open the door.

He stood before her. His features were tanned and bronzed, his body had filled out plenty, and he stepped forward with the ready-footed ‘alert’ stance of the experienced dueler. His glasses were gone.

His hair had finally been tamed, the scar faded; his chin was set and the look in his eyes…confident…sure of himself…even arrogant?

“Harry…?” whispered Ginny, her eyes blurring.

“Hello, Ginevra,” he said, with a dazzling, winsome smile. “How’s things, girl?”

"You've changed," she whispered.

“Everyone changes, darlin’,” he drawled.

And the tears fell.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Interlude II

She sat combing her hair and gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Ginny’s job as a Healer throughout the war had prevented her from bothering much about her appearance as she ran about looking after patients and trying to solve medical cases which generally involved a comatose patient, a frustrated Healer and a dozen different jinxes cast by a dozen different Death Eaters.

She chided herself as she put down the brush. It was not funny, and Ginny knew that. She had seen the horrors…they revisited her every night. How many corpses and cadavers had she tended to now? They lingered in her memories; bright young wizards and witches who were now remembered only by their grief-stricken relatives and this young Healer’s mind.

She vowed she would never forget them.

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled her ruminations. Slowly, she reached for her wand…

“It’s me, Ginny,” said that familiar voice. “I’m home.”

Ginny felt the familiar swooning feeling in her belly, the rush of blood in her veins and the pounding of her heart. Her fluttering fingers fumbled with the latch and doorknob.

Thump…thump…thump…thump… thump…thump…

She threw open the door.

He stood before her.

Those were the same emerald-green eyes gazing fondly back at her, but there was a stony, cold look in those orbs. He stepped forward over the threshold guardedly, as if part of him did not want to be here.

“Hello, Harry.”

“H-hello, G-Ginny.”

When she spoke to him, he glanced away. Up close, Ginny could see now the bloodshot, rheumy eyes that marred the green. Looking down, she glanced at his arms.

They were covered with scars, remnants of cuts, slashes, scald-marks… There were so many his skin looked almost as if a second layer of scaly snake-skin was grafted over the original flesh…

The conversation during the long ten minutes that followed was awkward and stilted. Each asked the other how well the other was, new happenings, forced laughter to force jokes…there was something that did not seem to ‘click’ now.

Where once had been harmony, there was now a discordant jangle of sounds. Where once there were two halves of a whole in communion with one another, now there were two individuals with nothing in common.

The room was often empty, and Harry was not Harry anymore, he was changed. His eyes were blank, and he looked as if he was being forced to talk to her…he looked tired, like an old man, he looked as if he didn’t really want to be here.

Who knew what horrors he’d seen on the battlefield? Who knew what atrocities he’d seen perpetrated? He looked empty, drained of emotion, soulless…

In short, he looked as if a Dementor had got to him.

Ginny could not stand it any more. Her vision blurred…

And the tears fell.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


< b>Interlude III


She sat combing her hair and gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Ginny’s job as a Healer throughout the war had prevented her from bothering much about her appearance as she ran about looking after patients and trying to solve medical cases.

They lingered in her memories; bright young wizards and witches who were now remembered only by their grief-stricken relatives and this young Healer’s mind. She vowed she would never forget them.

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled her ruminations. Slowly, she reached for her wand…

“It’s me, Ginny,” said that familiar voice.

Ginny felt the familiar swooning feeling in her belly, the rush of blood and the pounding in her chest. Her fingers fumbled with the doorknob.

The door swung open.

He stumped forward, his footsteps making a ‘thunk’ on the tiled floor as his wooden leg came down hard on it. A welter of scars that would put Moody to shame disfigured his face, while the grizzled hair on his scalp was long and unkempt.

But those eyes, those innocent green eyes like some dumb animal that doesn’t know why it’s been hurt…those were the most heart-rending of all.

Ginny took his hand.

“What have they done to you?” she whispered, her eyes travelling over him.

“Just a few Reductors or so…” he muttered. “I soon put them down, though…”

“Who did it? Malfoy?”

“Nah, it was his cronies, as usual.”

“Crabbe and Goyle? They did this to you?”

“Yeah. Won’t do that anymore, though. I took care of them,” he said gruffly.

“So are they awaiting trial?”

He fixed her with a grim smile…a death’s head grin that was by far the most dreadful sight she had witnessed this evening.

“No, Ginny…they’re dead.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~

Interlude IV

She sat combing her hair and gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Harry would be coming home - yes, the Burrow was more or less home - and finally, finally, she would see him again. Ginny wondered how he would be like. It had been over a year since…

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled her ruminations. Slowly, she reached for her wand…

“It’s me, Ginny,” said that familiar voice.

Ginny felt the familiar swooning feeling in her belly, the rush of blood and the pounding in her chest. Her fingers fumbled with the doorknob.

The door swung open.

He stepped into the room, and saw Ginny. His face lit up, and he smiled…but it was a half-smile, with no real heart to it.

“Harry,” said Ginny.

“Hello, Ginny,” said Harry.

Suddenly she was in his arms, and she was whispering “Harry…Harry…it’s really you…Harry…it’s really you…” over and over again.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s me.”

When she drew back to gaze at his face, she saw lines and wrinkles there that she had never seen before. And his eyes…a dark pit seemed to form in the middle of the vivid green irises.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “I’m here, and we can be together again…”

“I don’t know, Ginny…I’ve been away so long…this place feels so…strange…

Strange?” echoed Ginny, surprised. “You’re home! You’re safe! And the war’s over…we’re alive…what’s strange!?”

His tone hardened. “D’you know how many of our friends he killed? Kingsley…Tonks…even Lupin. The last of the Marauders indeed…of all the Marauders, Pettigrew’s the only one still alive and he didn’t even receive a death sentence!” snarled Harry.

“Harry…p-p-please…” stammered Ginny.

“Y’know Oliver Wood? Well he’s dead too…they got him and his wife, yes, Angelina Jones…they were married and expecting a baby just a month before Death Eaters showed up at their house!” raged Harry.

“They took out most of the Order, too…Emmeline Vance, Hestia Jones, Hagrid, Elphias Doge…even Dedalus Diggle!”

He was now out of her arms, and paced the room furiously. “D’you know old Diggle was one of the first wizards I ever met? Asides from Hagrid, of course…”

Ginny stared at him.

“They found poor Katie, Katie Bell, in Knockturn Alley. Raped, tortured, out of her mind from the Crusciatus Curse…she’s in St. Mungo’s, sharing a ward with Neville’s parents and Gilderoy Lockhart!”

“And it’s not fair…I’m still alive…they all died on my account…”

Harry sat down on the bed, groaning.

Ginny found her voice at last.

“What’s wrong with you? Snap out of it, Harry,” she cried. “Why are you like this…?”

“I don’t know, Ginny. I don’t know. The Healers say it’s just survivor’s guilt, and they praise me for beating Voldemort. And gave me an Order of Merlin…” he took out the medal from a pocket, “…pah!”

The medal struck the floor with a loud thwack! and broke into a hundred shimmering pieces.

“I was lucky…and the others weren’t,” he said.

“Harry…” said Ginny faintly, looking from him to the medal on the floor.

“Ginny, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship yet, y’know? I want to go somewhere peaceful…someplace quiet…get away from it all and have a think,” said Harry. He stood up.

“And that’s all I really wanted to tell you, Ginny. I’m sorry. Good day,” he said, striding to the door.

Ginny sat down on the bed, tears falling down her cheeks as the door slammed behind him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


Was that how it was really going to be? Was Harry really going to turn up like that? She couldn’t bear it…would he really be so changed?

Ginny could feel the tears brimming in her eyes.

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled her ruminations. Slowly, she turned around…

“It’s me, Ginny,” said that familiar voice.

Ginny felt the familiar swooning feeling in her belly, the rush of blood in her veins and the pounding of her heart. Would he have changed? How much had he changed? Would he really push her away, or be crippled, or be scarred, or be arrogant, or…

Thump…thump…thump…thump…thump… thump…

She ran to the door…

…and locked it.

“Ginny? What are you doing?”

She could hear him twisting the handle, muttering. “Ginny? What’s wrong? Is anything wrong?”

“Go away,” she shouted back. “Go away!

“Ginny, I want to see you? Are you changing or anything…maybe you want to wait a moment…?”

More insistent, pleading. No. He would be changed, she knew that. She didn’t want him changed…wanted the old Harry…but that Harry was gone…yesterday’s memory…nothing remained now, just visions of what the world should have been like, happy, joyful, carefree, with all their friends…

“Go away! Go away and don’t come back!”

“Ginny, what have I done? Gin!”

Gin… That had been her pet name for her…no…she didn’t want him…didn’t…

The tears came now, flowing freely, splashing down the front of her robes, and she sobbed, sobbed and sobbed like she had never had before, sobbing for the life she’d never known, the life that should have been, not this wrecked, war-torn world…

She remembered the patients and corpses from the hospital. Were they like her, too…had loves and friends and lives and hopes and dreams…probably…but it was all gone…all gone…no more…no more…

“Ginny…?” said Harry, quieter now. “Gin, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

She sagged against the door jamb, and slid slowly to the floor. For the first time in her life, Ginny wished for Snuggles, her old teddy bear the gnomes had gotten hold of one day…the pain in her heart was heavy and hard, dragging her down, smothering her…she felt fearful of Harry…

“Gin, it’s alright…come on…it’s gonna be okay, Ginny, everything’s going to be alright…it’s okay…I’m here…it’s okay…everything’s going to be alright…don’t cry, Gin…please…it’ll be fine…I’m here, I’m back…it’s alright…”

His voice was soothing, now, comforting…flowing like balm over raw wounds…like last time…when they’d lost Dumbledore…memories flowed back…memories of a time when they still retained some vestige of innocence…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~


They sat by the lake, savouring one last day of togetherness. The next day would bring the war, and all its horrors. For now, there was a lingering peace…a façade of idyll brought on by the birds swooping over the grass and pecking at the crumbs…

But in the distance, the stark white marble shape of Dumbledore’s tomb brought back the realities of war grimly…

Harry and Ginny sat under the same beech tree the two of them - plus Hermione and Ron - loved to do their homework under…the old beech tree that must surely have been there when their parents were at school…

The sparrows and thrushes swooped down to peck at the bread crumbs Ginny threw from the small bag she carried. A piece of bread went down to the Giant Squid, deftly caught in mid-air by a long tentacle and pulled beneath the surface.

Suddenly it all became too much, and despite Harry’s comforting arm around her, Ginny felt silent tears run down her cheeks. She dashed them away furiously with a cuff.

“Ginny…Ginny…” He took her hand. “Gin…”

“You’ll be away long, won’t you,” she said, sniffling. “You’ll be away, fighting Voldemort…”

“Yes,” he said, sighing heavily. “I’ll be away. But don’t worry, Gin. I’ll be back in no time at all, you’ll see…”

“Please, Harry…promise me you’ll come back. If it’s a choice between whatever it is you’re doing and your life, please promise me you’ll come back. I don’t want a hero, I just want you…”

“I promise, Gin,” said Harry solemnly.

“Please…please promise me you’ll be yourself when you come back. You won’t change, will you?”

Ginny clutched at him, turning her deep brown eyes up to his vivid green ones.

“Yes, Gin…” he said, leaning in to kiss her softly on her forehead. The touch sent electric tingles throughout her body. “Yes, I promise…”


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


“ Do you remember the promise you made, Harry?” she asked, the tears still falling. “Do you remember?”

Harry was silent. Then, through the door, he said. “I…I remember, Ginny. I haven’t changed, Ginny. I’m me. I still am. I wouldn’t break any promises I gave you, Ginny. Open the door, Gin…see for yourself.”

Ginny wiped away the last of her tears, stood up shakily. She unlocked the door, and hesitated…then threw it wide open.

He stood before her.

Those were the same emerald-green eyes gazing fondly back at her, the same black hair sticking up untidily at the back. He smiled tremulously, and spread his hands wide.

“I kept my promise, Gin,” he said simply…a man of few words and pure truth, simple, brave and unselfish, hot-headed but always well-meaning…the true embodiment of Gryffindor spirit…the old Harry…the good Harry…

“It’s me, Gin,” he said softly. “I haven’t changed. Not one bit.”

She rushed forward, and threw herself at him, feeling the reassurance of solid flesh. Tears flooded her eyes again, and blurred her vision…but these were tears of joy, tears of happiness…

She pulled him tight to her, and felt his warm arms wrap around her…she was wetting the front of his shirt, now…

“It’s you…really you…my old Harry,” she whispered.

“Yes…I kept my promise, Gin,” he said, stroking her hair. “I kept my promise.”

Ginny raised her head, and kissed him full on the lips…the second kiss they’d ever had…memories flooded her mind...

Memories of sunlit days…

What do you smell when you smell Amortentia?

…idyllic afternoons sprawled on Hogwarts lawns…

New-mown grass…

…memories of parchment and smiles and laughter and peace…

…fresh parchment sheet…

…memories of nights spent together sitting in front of the common-room fire, just being there for one another…

…the common room fire…warm and bright and smokey…

…and of course, that first wonderfully delightful kiss.

…and the time I kissed Harry Potter.

The kiss was even better than the first, and it was ages before they parted…but this parting was sweet, because they knew they would never leave each other now…

“You’re back,” said Ginny, breaking the silence.

“I’m back,” nodded Harry.

And yes, it was true…Harry was back, and Ginny had waited faithfully for him. He wasn’t arrogantly confident of himself, he hadn’t left some part of his soul on the battlefield, he hadn’t become a dark, brooding and feral person, he hadn’t been overwhelmed by his experiences.

He was back. And he was Harry…the Harry Ginny knew and loved.

The End


~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


The different Harrys Ginny feared might return to her, in order, are Chosen-One!Harry, which I define as a sort of arrogant Gary-Stu, Soulless!Harry, who is sort of a scarred emotion-less guy (KEDme’s Bring Me To Life springs to mind!), Dark!Harry who has seen and done so much stuff he is starting to lack a conscience and a consciousness, and Angst/Depressed!Harry, who is a relation of Soulless!Harry…although he has emotions, just extremely negative ones.

Of course, then there is my Harry, the Harry whom we all know and love…and whom we know will survive to the end of Book Seven.

Thanks a bunch to GINNY__POTTER258 i.e. my wonderful beta, for all her help in the writing of this fic. You don’t know how much I appreciate you, girl! To K, C and D, I love you all…

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Reviews 8
ChapterPrinter




../back
‘! Go To Top ‘!

Sink Into Your Eyes is hosted by Computer Partners. HARRY POTTER, characters, names and related characters are trademarks of Warner Bros. TM & © 2001-2006. Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions on this site are those made by the owners. All stories(fanfiction) are owned by the author and are subject to copyright law under transformative use. Authors on this site take no compensation for their works. This site © 2003-2006 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Special thanks to: Aredhel, Kaz, Michelle, and Jeco for all the hard work on SIYE 1.0 and to Marta for the wonderful artwork.
Featured Artwork © 2003-2006 by Yethro.
Design and code © 2006 by SteveD3(AdminQ)
Additional coding © 2008 by melkior and Bear