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Category: Post-HBP Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Romance Warnings: None Rating: G Reviews: 5 Summary: *** The author has been reminded via the e-mail address on file that this story is listed as incomplete and has not been updated in over 2 years *** He had made the right choice hadn’t he? Telling Ginny that they couldn’t be together until the Voldemort was dead and gone. One question lingered on his mind however….would she wait for him? Hitcount: Story Total: 3188 Disclaimer: JKR's toys, i just play with them.... Author's Notes: first fic...what do you think? |
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Harry was laying on his bed, thinking of what lay ahead and the treacherous and perilous tasks that were most certainly in store for him. His thoughts wandered from the five or so Horcruxes that he must find and destroy, to Ron and Hermione, who would be accompanying him, and finally to the girl of his dreams…the one he pushed away. He had made the right choice hadn’t he? Telling Ginny that they couldn’t be together until the Voldemort was dead and gone. One question lingered on his mind however….would she wait for him? ~*~*~*~*~*~ “You’re coming with us to London this afternoon,” said Petunia Dursley, as Harry walked through the swinging door into the kitchen and made his way to the cabinet to get a package of crisps. He figured that since he wouldn’t be staying long, and his aunt and uncle Dursley were terrified of the fact that he could turn them all into worms if they crossed him, he would take liberties in the house that felt like a prison to him. “Beg pardon?” Harry asked her in bewilderment. “You’re Uncle Vernon doesn’t trust you here on your own,” she said as she compulsively wiped the kitchen counter. “What ever you say Aunt Petunia,” Harry said politely with just a hint of sarcasm, “I need to make a few stops myself.” He was of course talking about Diagon Alley. The wizarding version of London. He needed to visit Madam Malkin’s to get some new robes and a new cloak to disguise himself on his journey and some other odds and ends. Perhaps he would get one for Ron and Hermione as well. Then he was just going to stay at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the Weasley twins’ joke shop until Bill and Fleur’s wedding. He saw Aunt Petunia look up at him and purse her horse like features. “Don’t worry, I won’t be coming back with you, I am leaving this house forever, you’ll never have to see me again…thank God,” he said as he made his way back through the kitchen to the door, but as he approached it , it swung open revealing an immensely fat man, his Uncle Vernon. “What do you mean boy? You won’t be coming back? Do you mean we never have to see your little ungrateful, abnormal arse again?” snapped his uncle, and inch away from his face. “That is precisely what I mean Uncle Vernon, I understand that you are ecstatic…..and I won’t hesitate to say that the feeling is mutual,” Harry snarled back at him, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he attempted to push his way past Uncle Vernon, “I need to pack.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~* Harry could easily stuff all of his belongings into his Hogwarts trunk with room to spare. He took one last look around at this dungeon that he had been forced to call home with a satisfied expression on his face. Never again would he have to sleep here, pace here, or look upon this confined space….he was leaving for good…first to the Burrow then Godric’s Hollow. On his final sweep of the room, his eyes found a picture frame with a moving photograph…He and Ginny sitting by the lake…happy, carefree….in love. Picking it up and storing the whole thing in his pocket, he wiped a tear from his eye, picked up his wand and trunk and walked out of the door. -- Aunt Petunia was driving the big, company car that Uncle Vernon was allowed from his work at a big drill company. As they pulled off Privet Drive she began fiddling with the radio. As she flipped through the stations she paused on an American station, I told myself I won't miss you But I remembered What it feels like beside you I really miss your hair in my face And the way your innocence tastes And I think you should know this You deserve much better than me The bed I'm lying in is getting colder Wish I never would've said it's over And I can't pretend... I won't think about you when I'm older Cause we never really had our closure This can't be the end…… Harry sat frozen in his seat…his eyes fixed on the radio. This song forced his thoughts back to Ginny…her long, dark, auburn hair swaying as she walked, her kiss…sweet, tasting faintly of honey…and…and.. “TURN THIS RUBBISH OFF!” shouted Uncle Vernon, his sausage like fingers fumbling with the dial. Harry put his head in his hands. Oh god…what had he done?! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~* They pulled onto a familiar street Harry looked up and saw the Leaky Cauldron sign. The gateway to the wizarding world from Muggle London. He got out of the car and went to open the trunk…it popped open before he got there. He smirked. Uncle Vernon had gotten out too and was looking at Harry with his piggy little eyes. Harry shut the trunk. “Well…goodbye then…have a nice life,” Uncle Vernon said. Harry just looked at him and had he not been leaving forever he wouldn’t have dared say it. “Go to hell,” he turned on his heel and strode inside. Tom the toothless barman was wiping the tables of the depressingly empty bar. He looked up hopefully at Harry. Harry gave a small smile “Just passin’ through today, Tom,” using the all too familiar words that his great friend Hagrid used when they frequented the place. “Yes, yes of course Mr. Potter,” Tom said dejectedly. Harry made his way to the back of the pub and went into the little yard outside. He drew his wand and tapped some bricks above the trash bin causing Diagon Alley to open up to him. He made his way through the uncrowded street. It was even emptier than when he had visited the previous summer. Even all of the “protective magical objects stalls” had been taken down. Harry walked past Ollivander’s, which had been boarded up since the previous summer, the Magical Menagerie, and finally he reached Fred and George’s shop. The colorful display had been taken down and now sported more serious objects. Harry shook his head and thought that it was a mark of how serious the times were that even Fred and George had put aside their silliness. He walked into the shop. It was empty. “Hello?” he called out tentatively. He hadn’t told them he was coming he hoped that they wouldn’t mind his showing up. He looked around; the shelves had been knocked over. Comprehension began to dawn, Harry drew his wand. If the emptiness of the shop hadn’t warned him that something was wrong, the silence certainly did. He walked around until he found some stairs. He figured that their flat was up there. He hadn’t been up there before. He walked up the stairs taking in the plainness. This didn’t suit the twins at all. When he reached the landing, everything was a mess, dressers knocked over, the icebox empty, potion bottles broken on the floor. Harry was getting frantic now; he was looking from room to room getting panicky all the while. When he went into the back bedroom he found two things that made his stomach churn. Fred’s empty eyes staring at the ceiling, and George’s bloody head resting in Ginny’s lap. “Ginny!” Harry breathed, his voice catching in his throat at the terrible sight. She held up her unoccupied hand to silence him, “I just got here and found them,” she said with a flinty note in her voice. Her grief or shock seemed to be beyond tears. Harry knelt beside Fred, lifted his hand to the blank eyes and eased them shut. This action brought back memories of the night Dumbledore died. His eyes filled with tears. “Ginny…I’m…I’m…” he couldn’t speak. Ginny levitated George to the partially intact bed and eased him onto it. She walked over to Harry and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. How long they stood like that, Harry never could recall. He just remembered telling her that they should get everyone back to the Burrow and face what was coming. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~* “It was Death Eaters,” Ginny said to the quite kitchen with her knuckles white around her tea mug, “I saw them Disapparate as I approached the door, they didn’t see me.” She and Harry had returned a few hours ago. George was resting; they would take him to St. Mungo’s in the morning. Fred was lying on his bed, in the room that smelled faintly of gunpowder. Mrs. Weasley hadn’t spoken since her daughter and Harry had walked in the door preceding the twins. She had sobbed in her husband’s arms. As was to be expected. Only weeks ago did she wipe the blood from her second eldest son’s face after he had been attacked by Fenrir Greyback, the notorious werewolf. She had the air of a woman who was lost. Remus Lupin was comforting Nymphadora Tonks, holding her close. Harry vaguely wondered what had happened after he had spotted them holding hands at Dumbledore’s funeral. His speculations were now confirmed. Ron however was having the worst time. He was sitting on the sofa, white faced and silent. Hermione came as soon as she had heard the news. She had made her way to the sofa and grabbed Ron in a tight embrace which he all too willingly returned. He let his tears fall freely as she sat holding his hand and whispering words of comfort, all that could be found in such circumstances, to him. After Ginny finished her tale, the entire kitchen of the Burrow sat in stunned silence. No one noticed when Ginny made her way upstairs. Harry, surreptitiously, followed. He looked high and low for her, and then in the last place he expected her to be, he found her. She was sitting beside Fred’s bed holding his bone white hand. Harry stood looking on, finally he mustered up the courage to walk up behind her and rest a hand on her shoulder. She barely moved, she had grown accustomed to his touch. “Ginny,” Harry said quietly, not knowing exactly how to say what he wanted. “I know this isn’t the best time, but I did some thinking over the summer and I--” Without lifting her eyes from her brother’s face she cut him off, not yelling or shouting but in a cold, quiet voice that was ten times worse, “Your right, this isn’t the best time. My brother is dead Harry, I need to be alone.” Harry open and shut his mouth but no words came, he turned slowly to walk out of the room and she spoke again, in the same hushed voice, “Shut the door on your way out.” Harry stopped at the door to look at her again. Her back was too him, but he understood. This was a private moment for her, she was saying goodbye. ~*~*~*~*~*~* When everyone had returned from St. Mungo’s the following morning, they trudged upstairs to take a short nap for Fred’s funeral was the next day. They all took turns walking in and saying goodbye. Harry couldn’t bear it, he started to make his way towards his and Ron’s room. Unfortunately he had to pass the twins’ room. As he tip-toed by, he heard Ron sobbing uncontrollably, and Hermione’s soothing voice. When he arrived in the correct room he found something out of place. Ginny was perched in the middle of the bed. Cross legged and serious looking, she launched into an explanation. “Harry I am sorry about yesterday, but you can understand, can’t you?” she asked him. He nodded. Then walking over to the bed he sat down next to her. He put his hand on top of hers and intertwined their fingers. She looked down at them, as if studying them. “There is something I didn’t tell the others,” she said softly. She took a deep breath. “Fred was still alive when I got to their flat.” “Oh…” said Harry, not knowing exactly what to say, he just tightened his hold on her hand. She continued. “I got there and he was barely breathing, I ran to him first. I don’t know why…I grabbed his hand and he turned to look at me. He gave me a small smile and said, ‘Gin, I was hoping you’d get her before–well just…be happy ok? Take care of George…he’ll need you.’ He turned his head…and was gone.” Ginny finished with a shudder. A single tear fell down her cheek. Harry grabbed her and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. His own silent tears falling into her hair. “I don’t know what I am going to do Harry,” she sobbed into his chest, “When you, Ron and Hermione are gone I won’t have anyone left…Fred’s gone…George as good as,” she wept. “Wh-wh-what am I going to do?” she whispered. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat, held her out to arms length and said, “Ginny, you won’t be alone I promise.” She looked at him and hiccupped slightly. “I’ve been ridiculous, I don’t know what I could have been thinking to tell you that we couldn’t be together. And if I am not willing to fight for it there is no point trying to fight at all. You can’t take the challenges alone. You need your friends, and the ones you love. And I am telling you now, I am going to fight for it….for love…for you.” Ginny looked stunned for a moment, but her watery eyes betrayed her. Her face broke into a wide smile. The first one he had seen all summer. He was so relieved he pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “Does this mean,” she asked, “That we can be together…no secrets?” He studied her for a moment, “Yes…I believe so, and the next thing you are going to say is that you want to come with us, and to that I have to say no…at least until you come of age ok? That’s not far away and they need you here, your mother will go spare if you leave now.” Ginny opened her mouth and shut it again. Harry smiled, “See I know you that well, so do we have a deal?” Ginny nodded fiercely. Harry pulled her into the most passionate kiss that hey have ever shared. After what seemed like hours, he pulled away. “Because if there is one thing that I have learned,” Harry whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind one of her ears, “Nothing in this life worth having comes easy.” |
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