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Harry Potter And The Legend Of Infinity
By peskypetunia

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Category: Post-HBP
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Angst, Drama, Fluff, General
Warnings: None
Story is Complete
Rating: PG-13
Reviews: 268
Summary: So many tiny things can change the outcome of our futures. How much do we already know? How are Ginny and Lily so much alike? Surprise weddings, painful losses, and Ron without a voice, leaves the seventh year at Hogwarts to be the most interesting yet. Please review. We are nearing the end now, best review for the last two chaps gets a preview to the sequel! **NOW COMPLETE PLEASE REVIEW**
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Chapter Nine
Not Everyone Gets What They Want On Their Birthday

Harry dragged Hermione away from Ron to go visit Dora a few times before she was finally released. The Healers said that she was to get plenty of rest and to stay in bed as much as possible. When Remus took her home she could walk a little but was hunched over and had to clutch her stomach. Though it was slow, she was recovering and had begun to joke about the trials of being doted upon by her adoring husband. Remus only laughed and pointed out that if she got too demanding, it was likely he would slip her some sleeping potion. Hermione scowled at the thought of Moony drugging his wife, but Harry couldn’t help but suppress a snort.

“Moony doesn’t have trouble getting the woman into his bed; he just has to drug them to keep them there!” Harry quipped as he lifted his teacup to his lips. Even Hermione couldn’t suppress a shameful giggle, considering Dora was howling in laughter.

Remus looked at Harry quizzically for a moment and then grabbed Harry firmly by the head.

“Sirius! I love you! You were my best friend! But you’re gone now! I miss you, but please leave poor Harry alone!!!” Remus yelled while shaking Harry’s head.

Both men pulled away laughing harder than before. They collapsed onto the sofa together trying to wrestle, but soon yielded as Hermione slammed a down pillow across Harry’s jaw. Neither Harry nor Hermione could remember laughing, let alone smiling since before Mr. Weasley died. It was only a week ago, after all, and when they returned to Grimmauld Place with the rest of the Weasleys, they regained a sober composure in order to maintain respect.

As they drank a last cup of tea, Kingsley walked in with a surprisingly bouncy gait. An evil grin passed his lips and he glared at Harry.

“I didn’t do it?” Harry hoped.

“That’s right you didn’t. I just came from checking up on a particularly sweet Aunt of yours and she mentioned that you haven’t managed to write in the past month. What would happen if you suddenly stopped writing the Weasleys?”

“Bad things…Gred, Forge, and a particularly nasty Bat-Bogey Hex.” Harry choked out playfully.

“And the fact that she can’t magic your arse from here to kingdom come means?” Kingsley continued.

“That if I don’t write her soon, you will do it for her?”

“I always knew you were a smart boy.” And Kingsley smiled a malicious smirk while Hermione rolled her eyes.

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

A few more days passed and it was again a time of celebration. Ginny was turning sixteen. The morning of her birthday had been the first in which someone did not have to pry her out of her bedroom. Hermione secretly suspected that Molly had bribed her to cooperate for the sake of her brothers, but doubted if Ginny even cared that she was turning another year older.

Nobody dared prank her as they had Neville and Harry, instead everyone gathered at breakfast for a hearty meal before the day’s activities. Each of her brothers kissed her cheek and wished her a good day before running off to work or wherever they had to be. Fleur promised to bake a wonderful chocolate cake for dinner that night after a tight embrace. Hermione gave her a quick peck on the cheek before helping Ron up to the library to rest.

Mrs. Weasley began clearing up in the kitchen as Harry and Ginny moved into the living room. She pulled herself down to the rug and stared at the painting Lily had painted. Harry stared at Ginny with a sad heart. She was so close to him and yet so distant.

“Ginny, I…” he began but she cut him off.

“Harry, look, I know this hasn’t been easy for you. We all see you as part of the family, but please don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ or whatever else you were about to say for that matter. I know I’m not really mad at you, but you can not know how hard it is for me to be around you right now.” Ginny stood as if ready to run away.

“What?! Why is it hard for you to be around me?” Harry was baffled.

“Harry, the thing I want most in the entire world, is for you to hold me. I want you to tell me that it is going to be alright, that you will always be there for me and that you need me as much as I need you.” She hissed in a deadly whisper.

“I never thought I would see the day when I was jealous of Harry effing Potter! You lost both your parents, but you don’t remember them! You didn’t know what you dad’s lips felt like on your forehead as he came in to tuck you in! You don’t remember if your mum would hum a lullaby to you! I can still smell his cologne in his jackets. You don’t hear Mum sniff at night because she hasn’t slept alone in almost thirty years! I wish I didn’t remember him so I wouldn’t know how much it hurts! And you! You won’t let anyone in, to be close to you, to care about you. I just…” but she stopped.

Harry saw her tears were collecting and ready to betray her. Before he could say anything she just turned on her heal and ran away.

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Ginny and Harry hadn’t spoken in weeks. Every time he entered a room she was in, she would stand and leave. She never looked at him; she never smiled or laughed. She wanted out of Grimmauld Place and as far away from Harry Potter as she could manage. By the end of August both Harry and Ginny looked exceptionally excited to return to Hogwarts. They both needed an escape.

Harry piled the last of his possessions into his trunk as a bright red feather fell out from a crumpled shirt on top. Harry vividly remembered the Awakening. Harry remembered carrying Ginny’s pale and tired form. He remembered all the things Aunt Petunia shared with him over the next few days. Harry and his relatives were finally beginning to make some sort of reconcilement and he had completely pushed them out of his mind. Granted, with Mr. Weasley’s death it was to be expected, but Harry felt abysmal. Harry’s first letter had been difficult.

Aunt Petunia,
I am well and safe at the moment. I don’t know if you remember him, but Arthur Weasley died in a surprise attack on my birthday. He is Ginny’s and Ron’s dad. This summer feels like it has been randomly pieced together and I already find it confusing to look back on it. How did I get from being the boy who lived with his Muggle relatives to the “Chosen One?” Ron was injured in the attack and can no longer speak. Dora was injured as well but she is already showing signs of improvement.

Ginny is furious with me. Moody says that it is because I was the one who told her about her father dying. I think that it is because she and I both want a relationship that we simply can’t have right now. Voldemort is never out of my thoughts and I don’t know how I’m going to survive to the end of this war. Maybe my teenage-angst is taking over but sometimes I just wish I could runaway to some beach and have a picnic with my friends.

Sorry to unload all of this on you. I hope you and Dudley are well. Give him my best.
Harry


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Ron was doing much better. Though he still couldn’t speak, he and Hermione seemed to have their own language already. She always knew what he was going to ask for just before he pointed and Harry couldn’t help but wonder how she sometimes knew he needed her, even if he was three rooms away. At the moment he and Hermione were at the front of the train with the other prefects.

Harry and Neville sat quietly rocking with the train as they headed to Hogwarts for the last time, while Luna was looking through the latest edition of the Quibbler. The very instant they stepped onto the platform; Ginny disappeared with Colin towards the front of the train. She still hadn’t spoken to Harry since that night. He was simply at a loss with her. He knew he loved her and wished he could reach out to her in the way that she needed and wanted, but he was determined to protect her.

He stared out the window, barely noticing his own reflection in the glass. He had heard her scream out again last night. Ever since her birthday, he had been hearing her cry and call out in her dreams. She was having terrifying nightmares again and Harry knew that there was nothing he could do for her.

Neville left Harry to his pondering for the bulk of the trip. Harry didn’t even move when the kind woman with the trolley passed by. Neville simply read and let Luna doze on his shoulder. It wasn’t until the sun had just set that Harry saw a soft ivory wisp gently gliding to him. Her wings stretched elegantly as she darted down a green hill and parallel to the train. Harry watched her aim and reach his window just as he found his feet and he opened the latch. Hedwig softly drifted to Luna’s knee and began to preen her feathers as Harry drew the small package off of her leg. He opened the small brown parcel and smiled at the contents.

Inside he saw two letters, a large quantity of muffins, chocolates, and a plain brown envelope. Inside the envelope were pictures of two small children. One of the little girls had white-blonde hair while the other’s was defiantly auburn.

Dear Harry,
I am sorry I have not been able to give you a better birthday present before but congratulations all the same. I thought you may like some treats as you start back at school. Please send my deepest regards to the Weasleys and inform Molly that I hope we can get together over the holidays. I was very saddened to hear that you and Ginny are having a bit of a rough patch. That seems to be a theme throughout our family this week.

Vernon is most unhappy about the fact that Remus and Alastor continually show up to check on us. I finally had to ask them to quit coming. I must say I am disappointed at that. I miss having people to talk with; my friends have begun gossiping about Dudley and the strange little girl he runs with. Apparently he and Hagar managed to have a spectacular argument and it spread through the neighborhood like wild fire. I suddenly regret every shred of gossip I spread. I have stopped by Mrs. Figg’s recently. She is helping me get used to some of your wizardisms. Every once in a while you or Remus would say something and I get confused. She has been most patient with me, especially when I asked her to explain what a Dementor is and does.

Dudley was very happy to return to school because of his spat with Hagar. I’m not entirely sure what it was about, but I do know that some how she managed to call him a violent bully, and smacked him rather hard. Perhaps this break will help him focus more on his studies.

But back to you and Ginny, you know, she really is like Lily. When Lily was about five, I had to tell her that our neighbor accidentally ran over our cat, Toad. Why we named it that I will never know, but it was her cat. Shortly after that conversation, my hair fell off. All of it, eyebrows, everything was gone. That was the first time she demonstrated magic, well that I noticed anyhow, and that was the last time I agreed to be the bearer of bad news to Lily Evans. We were children then and eventually she moved past it. Ginny will to, give her time. I thought that since we are trying to work out this family thing, it might be nice if I gave you some pictures of your mother. Believe it or not I’m the red-head. Somewhere around age nine, I told her I was jealous of her golden locks and she mentioned that she liked my red hair. We woke up the next morning and it had switched. We never bothered to change it back.

Alastor just contacted me and he said that Hedwig was spotted coming this way and wanted to know if everything is alright. You may not want to use her to contact me anymore since she is so easily spotted, he says. I don’t know how we can keep in contact with out her but maybe you could borrow a friend’s owl? I would rather like one; I was always fond of birds. Maybe that is what I will do…I will ask Alastor or Remus to get me my own bird so that I don’t have to wait for you to write to me. Oh, but then there is Vernon. You know, I know that you and I were never close but somehow I have managed to write you the longest letter I have ever penned. I hope you are well.
Aunt Petunia


Harry had to agree with her. They had never been close and yet that was one of the best letters he ever received. It made him feel like he actually had someone who missed him. The feeling was so foreign to him that he didn’t even realize that Hogwarts was coming into view. Only when Hedwig nipped his ear did he look up and realize that Neville had changed into his robes. Harry followed suit and soon was helping Hermione pull Ron into a carriage.

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

“Welcome back all of you! I am proud to announce that Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Ronald Weasley are the new Head Boy and Girl. We have a few new additions from last year. Our gamekeeper and professor of Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid, has been named the new Head of Gryffindor house. Professor Slughorn has retained his position as Potions Master and Head of Slytherin. I would also like to introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mr. Percy Weasely. With that said, let’s enjoy the feast!” Headmistress McGonagall stated.

Harry saw an all too familiar fire flame behind Ron’s eyes. Hermione caught it too and threaded her wrist into the crook of his elbow as she whispered something to Ron. He smiled and gently patted her hand before returning his gaze to the Head table. Ginny sat with Colin a few feet away and she only dipped her head onto Colin’s shoulder as he whispered something to her. Whatever it had been must have entertained him, because he forced down a hearty laugh and smiled at her. He pinched her nose and she giggled. Harry sat memorized by her actions and couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of jealousy toward Colin, but it was soon forgotten as the most appetizing Shepard’s pie appeared. Harry and the rest of the school ate until they were blissfully stuffed and McGonagall began to speak again.

“We will have a new Transfiguration teacher as well; however he recently had a death in the family and will not be coming to Hogwarts until next week. During that time I will be introducing the subject matter and following his lessons until he returns. Do not forget that I need to see all graduating seventh year students who participated in the original ‘D.A.’ That meeting will be in the Great Hall immediately after tonight’s feast. The forest is strictly forbidden and curfew will be strictly adhered to. I hope you all enjoy your first night back. Thank you and goodnight.”

The handful of seventh years moved up to the front of the Hall while the rest of the school dispersed to their respective hallways and corridors, and waited for the Headmistress to begin. Harry had nearly forgotten the deal he made with her about the work-study.

“Well as you all know you are being offered the opportunity to begin practical experience in the career you would like to enter. I have been working diligently to assign you to a wizard who is working in the field of your choice. Mr. Longbottom, you will be assigned to Professor Sprout. She expecting you to meet her presently; you are excused. Mr. Weasley, Miss Abbott, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Finnegan, and Mr. Potter, your Auror training will begin Thursday after dinner in the Room of Requirement. Miss Granger and Miss Bones you are going to be working in the Hospital Wing with Madame Pomfrey. Since you both have Tuesday mornings without classes, you should meet her at that time. The rest of you will be working with Professor Weasley and another attaché from the Ministry. If any of you have questions or problems, please come and see me. Mr. Potter if you would kindly wait after, I wish to speak with you. The rest of you are excused to your dormitories.” McGonagall gestured for Harry to approach her as she ended her speech and sent his classmates to bed.

Harry watched Ron lean on Hermione as he hoisted his thin frame up and out into the hall. He silently followed the Headmistress to the familiar stairwell that lead to the office of the Headmaster.

“Elizabeth Bennet,” she said clearly as they reached the statue and Harry made a quick mental note to remember her password.

As McGonagall led him into the room, he couldn’t help but recognize the significant change in the office. There was no more clutter, no trinkets or bobbles for him to examine quizzically. In fact all that remained were the Headmaster’s desk and the portraits. The room seemed considerably larger. Harry could see a small den just past the entrance, curiosity getting the better of him; he gazed inside and was perplexed by the sight before him. Ginny sat on a small sofa twisting a golden feather in her hand.

“Oh, hello Harry, you just missed some old friends of ours. Fawkes was just here and so was Voerlute. I’m not sure where the others were, but Voerlute gave me a tail feather. That means she is chose me to be her owner. I’m so excited. I’ve always loved Fawkes! Now, I will have my own.” Her voice was strangely forced and she never looked at him.

She twisted the feather in her finger and lazily looked up at McGonagall.

“I’m sorry, headmistress. I got carried away. Why did you ask to see me?” She questioned in a monotone voice.

“Well, Miss Weasley, I’m sure you are aware that you have been having nightmares. Mr. Potter and you are going to be training together to try and prevent that. Albus left specific instructions to me to have Mr. Potter and yourself study Occlumency. Now, I am not particularly certain why he wished you to learn it, my dear, but I learned long ago that Dumbledore was crazy, not stupid. Whatever his reasons are you will both begin your lessons on Saturday mornings.” McGonagall was never terribly warm but she did have a certain hint of humor in her voice.

Almost as though she knew they would not be happy about the scenario. Ginny stared fixatedly at her feather while Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and silently prayed for this to be some fantastic joke, but the headmistress continued.

“…from what I understand your tutor will be here on Saturday. You will be working in the Founder’s Suite, which is down the hall from my office and through the portrait of the Irish Castle. Do you know where I’m talking about?” Both Ginny and Harry had glazed looks on their faces but nodded all the same.

“Well, I think it is best we get to bed. Classes begin in the morning after all. Goodnight professor,” remarked Ginny as she eased off her sofa and past Harry.

Harry followed her. She had finally spoken to him. He couldn’t remember feeling so elated and destroyed. She could talk to him without crying or screaming, but she wouldn’t look him in the face. Harry was at a loss for words and the two walked silently back to the familiar Gryffindor Tower.

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

H arry heard the familiar snores emanating from Neville’s bed as he reached his own four-poster. Dean and Seamus were whispering to each other and the room felt oddly empty with Ron in the Head Boy Suite. He was just pulling off his boots when the Head Boy himself appeared in the doorway. Ron motioned to Harry to follow him and they wandered back down to the Common Room.

Ron handed Harry a letter, which he recognized as one that had been sent in the package from Aunt Petunia. Harry looked up at Ron, but the words ‘Neville said you dropped it’ blazed above his head. Harry shuddered involuntarily as he remembered how Tom Riddle used the same technique to reveal his alter ego, Lord Voldemort, to him in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry pushed those thoughts from his mind and tried to talk to his best friend.

“How are you feeling?” Harry questioned.

Ron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms moodily.

“Ah, I see you are sick of people asking you that. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I just found out that my Occlumency lessons are starting back up. I should feel like hell shortly.”

Ron just stared at Harry for a moment.

“The best part is Ginny is doing it as well. Apparently it was Dumbledore’s idea. Have you figured out how you are going to train as an Auror and do classes without your ability to speak?”

Ron nodded and motioned that someone shorter than him had made a potion that would help his throat and that two identical people had some kind of pill.

“Well the two must be the twins and the short potion maker…Slughorn?” Harry guessed.

Ron smiled and pointed to the boys’ dormitories.

“Whatever you say Big-Head…Boy.” Harry laughed and ran up the stairs with his letter in hand.


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